The Beginning of Forever - A Twilight Fan Fiction

Chapter Nine

Immediately, it's like a flame shoots from my lips and spreads around my body - as hot as the transformation fire, but much more pleasant.

My hands have a mind of their own as one reaches up to run through his hair, as the other runs down to stroke his chest. I feel his mouth open, and my tongue glides across his bottom lip. His hands are on my hips, and all at once, I'm straddling him, kissing him violently and with relish.

Eighty years I've been alone. And this beautiful, beautiful immortal is here.

I've never kissed anyone like this in either of my lives.

His hands suddenly run up my back, and he traces the outline of my bra strap... And then his hands are under my armpits, and he's pushing me off him. He sits up as I pull away, feeling rejected.

'I'm sorry.' I say.

Edward just looks quite bemused. 'You really are from another century.'

I turn away from him, the lump in my throat. Never have I thrown myself at a boy like that, and I don't plan on doing it again. First time I do it and I get rejected? Good going Bella. Nice way to boost your ego.

'I'm sorry.' I say again, my voice hiding my emotion. 'I didn't mean to be so forward.'

'It's perfectly okay.'

I turn to him. It looks more than okay - in fact, he's wearing an expression that I can only describe as smug.

'What are you smirking about?'

'Nothing.' His face straightens, into a poker face that just highlights his perfect face structure.

Dammit he's so hot. Why did he have to push me away?

'Are you wondering why I stopped the kiss?'

I frown at him. 'I thought you said you couldn't read minds.'

'It's written all over your face.'

Oh. 'Well. Yes, I am.'

Edward sighs. 'Like I said, Bella. You and I are from different centuries. Call me old fashioned... But we only officially met a few hours ago.'

I narrow my eyes. 'Haul your ass into the twenty first century then.' I say.

'It's not as easy as one would think.'

'Try.' I say. I stand up and lean into him, so my face is directly in front of his. 'Next time your potential wife kisses you, don't push her off. She might feel a bit.. Unwanted.'

And with that, I turn abruptedly, and flounce out the room, shutting the door behind me.

What's with this sudden change in attitude? Am I following the rules of just experimenting with this whole vegetarian lifestyle? Or am I just attracted to Edward?

Hell yeah! My subconscious screams. When did you last make an appearance? I wonder. Dammit. This was a mess. I wanted to try this vegetarian life, just to test myself. And if it worked out, hell, I wouldn't have to be a monster, would I?

But then, there was this whole.. Marriage thing.

A relationship wasn't part of the plan. I'd intended to use my immortality to travel everywhere, learn everything to be learned. I never wanted to bond with anyone - a monster didn't deserve love.

True, there were parts of immortality I enjoyed. The beauty, the speed, the infinite ability to learn. I hated having to kill humans.. But I assumed that was the way it was supposed to be.

How could I change that after eighty years of living like it? Was I even capable of change?

I wandered into the library and sat down in the fine leather chair behind a large mahogany table. Were there any books on vampire lore here?