I Thought You Could Never Love a Monster. I Was Wrong.

I sat in the bed that I had been sleeping in for the past month. I was alone. Everyone went off hunting. I was still trying to get used to the fact that my boyfriend is a vampire. As well as his family. But it was hardly a bother anymore.

Edward wanted someone to stay with me and then they'd just switch off later. But I protested against that and made everyone go. I would be fine. Perfectly fine. Maybe.

I sighed loudly, tearing another peice of paper from my journal, and tossing it into the garbage - which was almost already full from the other mistakes on other paper. I scribbled down some words, and sang the part in my head. I liked it. So far.

Ever since Edward and me had written and performed that song about a month ago, my mind has been telling me to keep going. To not give in again. And I didn't. I was finally writing music again. To that thought, my stomach churned enough for me to get back to writing.

I hummed the tone of thhe song, and wrote down some more words. The words that were true feelings. The true feelings that had been uncovered from deep in my heart. I was in love with Edward Cullen. Now, I couldn't tell him that, because I was afraid that maybe he'd run off. Even if he was as old as he says he his, maybe a human conceding her love for a vampire, wasn't all that thoroughly thought out.

I sighed, once again, and scribbled another verse. Once I thought i'd finished the song, I jumped out of the bed, and ran downstairs to the piano room. I slid on the bench and pressed a few keys, trying to find the key tone of the song.

I pushed my fingers down, and the sound came out nicely. I smiled to myself as I wrote down a phrase that would be a perfect chorus.

"Cause words aren't enough, and I've been so afraid, to tell you what I've been feeling. And words aren't enough, so I'll sing you this song, in hopes that you'll hear what I've been meaning to say."

I grinned and finished up the last peice before running back up to Edward's room. I stuck my journal under the bed, shoving it between the two mattresses.

Then his beautiful voice scared me and I screamed and turned around, falling back. And all in one blur, Edward was there to catch me before I was able to fall and break my head open. I laughed quietly to myself and shook my head.

"Am I really all that clumsy?" I asked myself. But Edward, with his super hearing, answered to it.

"I hate to break it to you, but yes, you are." He chuckled and picked me up, tossing me on the bed lightly.

I rolled my eyes. "That just sucks. Next time i'll probably fall and break every bone in my body." I hid a laugh, and Edward wasn't finding that funny.

He shook his head, crawling on top of me, but holding himself up so he wouldn't crush me with his beautiful body.

"You don't know how much I care for you, do you? Don't speak of yourself in pain. I cannot bear it." He frowned, then kissed my cheek.

My face was red, and hot. I could just tell. Edward was never this intimate with me. Ever. He always kept himself under control. The farthest he's gone is kiss my cheek, and hold my hand. He once, very reluctantly, pecked my lips. But it didn't last. Which pissed me off. I wish Edward was more intimate with me. I was a virgin, and I wasn't him to be my first. I wanted everything with him. But he had said it was too dangerous.

I smiled, "What's gotten into you, Mr. Cullen?" I said in my infamous british accent. That sent him chuckling softly into my ear.

"You don't know how tempting you are, either? We really need to work on your self esteem." He smirked, then sent a motion that blurred my vision for hardly a second.

His lips crashed hard onto mine. Not hard as in breaking my jaw or anything. Just the motion, I guess. And I kissed him back. this is what I was waiting for. For my chance to kiss his perfect lips. They were cold, but soft, and tempting. Then I felt an electric shock go through my body as he pushed me gently up against the wall. His hand was around my waist in seconds, and I pulled me as close to me as possible.

Desire ignites the world around me as I become lost in a sea of lust and love. It is a spicy, powerful combination that sends waves of passion crashing over me. The rest of the world is engulfed in our lustful burning flames as his kisses grow more urgent; rushes.

I moan into the kiss and his tounge traces my ips, askinig for enterance. But before I could accept, he pulled away. And as our lips pulled apart, a gentle breeze flutters over the flame extinguishing the desperate heat. My breathing comes out in short, desperate gasps. Edward didn't need to breathe, of course. The intensity had washed away. The rest of the world was slowly coming back into focus.

I looked into his golden brown eyes, waiting for him to say something. But he said nothing right away. His face looked full of pain. What did I do? Was I a bad kisser?

"You're not a bad kisser." He ragged voice interrupted my thoughts. So he'd heard that. He sighed, "You're wonderful. I wish we didn't have to stop. But I could have lost control at any second." He looked down, ashamed.

I shook my head, grabbing his face in my small tender hands, bringing his face up to mine, so our eyes could meet once again.

"But you didn't." I kissed him gently, smiling into the kiss when me let out a small moan of pleasure.

"I could have." He protested.

I pouted, "You didn't though. Stop beating yourself up over this. Please."

Edward nodded his head fervently, "You're right. I'm being so selfish. Disagreeing with the truth. With you. But-" he was stopped by my rushes of kisses.

He pushed me back gently, "But, I will not make love to you right now. I don't want to risk it. Okay?" His face got closer and I was tempted to go back in for another lustful make-out session, but his arms protested against it, keeping me still.

I sighed, and rolled my eyes, "Fine. Not right now." I smiled cheekily.

Edward shook his head, chuckling again. "You're so stubborn." His lips met mine before pulling apart. I sighed as edward pulled my into an embrace.

"Let's go downstairs to see what we can occupy ourselves with." He looked down, letting out a small smirk, "Well, find something to occupy you for the time being." That crooked smile once again, sent me into a frenzy.

I grimaced, but didn't push it. "Okay. Let's go."

Edward held out his hand to me, and I took it more than willingly. Soon we were dececding down the stairs to the family room where everyone sat down, on their huge L shaped couch.

Carlisle was reading, Esme was knitting - which surprised me, I don't know why. Alice and Jasper were sitting on the ground, and Jasper's head was resting on Alice's lap. On the opposite of Carlisle and esme, Rosalie and Emmett were giggling to themselves, kissing eachother ever so often.

"Ah, look who finally decided to join us!" Emmett cheered.

I rolled my eyes as Edward glared at his brother. I had a feeling he was thinking something perverse, and Edward wasn't liking it.

I smirked, "What's he thinking?" I asked Edward, who looked away from Emmett to look down at me.

"I don't think you'd care much for his repulsive thoughts, Remy." He sighed.

Before I could ask what the hell was he talking about, Emmett bursted out into laughter, before sending an abnormal question at me.

"So, did ya' score any, Edward?" Emmett was thrilled with his question. No one else found it that funny, except for Rose, of course. She sent a smirk my way, which I tried to ignore.

I rolled my eyes. "Emmett, you're so disturbing. You know, that's not healthy." I made a face at him.

Emmett grinned, "Hey, sorry that i've got a big mouth." He winked at me.

I smirked, "You know something about guys with BIG mouths? Their SMALL every where else."

Emmett's face was priceless. He shut up after that. But my comment sent the whole room into laughter. Even Rosalie was laughing at her husband. Edward chuckled, then kissed my cheek.

"You're gonna get it." Emmett muttered before turning his head to the TV. I could see a small glare in his face. I had really gotten to him. Perfect!

Edward grabbed me softly, pulling me over to the couch where we sat down together. His cold arm covering me almost protectively. And my small, fragile body curled up into Edward.