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My Idea for Breaking Dawn: The Ultimate War

Summary:
The werewolves refuse to allow Bella to marry Edward and become a vampire. They are willing to do anything--ANYTHING--to stop that from happening. More barriers threaten to keep Bella and Edward from acquiring their ultimate happiness and they must once again fight for what they want--what they NEED.


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40. Chapter 40: Compelled

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Edward finally pulled away from a kiss, taking his time in doing so, causing me to whimper involuntarily and tilt my head back and arch my back slightly, hoping to be closer to him. "Mm..." I trailed off, smiling as he began kissing my neck softly, memorizing it with his lips.

Then, he trailed his lips down in between my breasts to my stomach, which he smothered with endless kisses, while whispering, "My baby..." over and over again.

When he finally did pull away, he rested his forehead against my breasts, before gasping, "God, I love you so much."

I couldn't respond, but simply laid there, reveling in the fact that I was here, with him, in his arms. What more could I ask for?

After awhile he finally pulled away, resting his chin on my chest, looking up at me, and said, "So...there was an actual reason...besides sex, of course, that I brought you here."

I shrugged, "Meh, I don't care. This is all I need. I don't want anything else."

"It'll be worth it." He said, "Believe me."

"No." I whined, "Let's just...stay here."

"Sorry," he said, standing up and scooping me up in his arms, "Unfortunately, we appear to have completely destroyed our clothes." He said, nodding over to the pile of our now shredded former clothes, before considering it, "Actually, it's not so unfortunate." He smiled his crooked smile, "So...we might have to run in the nude."

I shrugged, "No complaints here."

He looked hesitant, "Someone might see us."

"So, let them see us. What are they gonna see; a blur of apparent naked people; they'll just pass it off as delusional."

"You didn't." He reminded me.

"True...but you weren't naked at the time. If you had been, I would've thought it was wishful thinking because it's impossible to look as beautiful as you do when you're naked. I would've just thought I was daydreaming or something."

"I'll remember that for next time," he said, with a laugh, "But as always, love, you are insanely wrong...have you not seen a bright shiny new invention called a mirror?"

"Yeah, and then it broke because I was just so blech." I cringed and grimaced with a laugh.

"That's not why it broke; believe me."

"I am not doing this again." I said, "Get me out of here."

He chuckled, took my hand, and we took off, top speed, as he led the way to wherever it was that we were going.

The way his hand felt in mine was so amazing. He had no idea just how beautiful and ridiculously perfect he really was. He had no idea the mere feelings he stirred in me...I was touched by an angel the day he took my hand...he was the miracle that made me everything I am. How could he not see it when it was obvious?

"Edward?" I called, as the rest of the world passed us by in a blur. My attention was completely focused on him. My whole universe consisted of him and him alone. He was the only thing that made sense to me in this blur of confusion--or that's what it seemed to be when I was a human--and even though now I could see everything as clearly as if I was standing still and had been examining it for ages, none of it could have ever been as clear as my love for Edward had been since the moment it was revealed to me.

He turned to look at me, smiling his crooked smile as he did so. God, he was so beautiful...could it really be possible to be so perfect? His perfect features were set into a mask of love and devotion as he squeezed my hand and pulled me in closer to him. "Yes, love?" He asked, softly, waiting for me to speak.

Oh, was it my turn to speak? I had completely lost myself in him and now words held no meaning...I had no will to speak. All I wanted was to look at him and memorize everything about him. What did I need to speak for? I could speak no words that could ever do him justice...no words could ever exist that accurately described my love and utter need for him.

If the oceans were to be filled with ink and the earth itself was paper, it could never begin to write the extent of my love for him. Nothing had the power to describe my love for him.

Oh, right. That's what I had meant to say. "I love you." I said, softly, managing to press my lips to the skin of his throat and kiss it as lovingly as possible. "God, I love you." I shook my head, hating myself for my inability to describe to him just how much.

We came to a stop and he pulled me into him by my waist and rested his forehead against mine. "Oh, yeah?"

I nodded, biting my lower lip, "So much that it physically hurts me."
He raised his eyebrows and released me, beginning to walk away, "Well, I don't want to hurt you; perhaps I should just go--"

"Don't even think about it!" I growled, tackling him to the ground, pinning him down and straddling him, a growl issuing from the back of my throat.

"Yes, ma'am." He said, with a laugh. He raised his right hand, "I'll stay put if you insist. Right here. Promise."

"I do insist." I said, "Believe me; that pain is so much worse than anything else you could do to me. Besides..." I sat back on his lower stomach, causing him to shift upward slightly and chuckle in the back of his throat.

I put a finger to his lips and bent down to touch my lips to his, pulling away right as he made to deepen the kiss and instead trailed them across his skin to his ear.

"This pain...is merely pleasure so intense that it is inevitably pain...it is the overwhelming sensation of knowing that I am no where near enough to deserve you." He opened his mouth to protest, but I said, "And don't you say that I do; I don't wanna hear one more word of lies of how 'perfect and beautiful I am', because it does not take a genius to see that your beauty far exceeds mine."

"No--a geni-ass, maybe." Edward said, breaking off to laugh. He reached up to caress my face and shook his head, in disbelief. "You will...never comprehend...you can never understand..."

He broke off, seemingly as at a loss for words as I was. "God, why can't I just make you see?" He said, his voice cracking slightly with emotion. "Why can't you at least attempt to see what I see in you?"

"Don't you think I've tried?" I said, incredulously, "I have very studiously examined every single quality, every single trait about me...and I'm still coming up blank. I can't see...because there's nothing to see."

"Every other man that has ever set eyes on you disagrees completely with that theory." Edward said, matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, well, what the hell do they know? I'm, like, what; the third girl they've seen? Broaden your horizons some and maybe you'll see that I'm not worth all this. I'm not as great as you make me out to be. I'm...just...me."

"Yes, love..." He kissed my lips softly, before caressing my bottom lip with his thumb before trailing it down my jaw to trace my jawbone with his fingertips. "And, it is you that I love."
I rolled my eyes and tried to look away, but he captured my face in one hand and said, "Hey...now you listen to me...look at me, Bella." He commanded, as I attempted to turn my head.

I obliged, hating myself for doing so, wanting nothing more than to die at this moment. Why did I have to open my damn mouth? This was a conversation that was not necessary. I might not have understood why he loved me and his desperation to have me, of all girls, but I accepted it. How could I not? It didn't matter that he was so perfect...he wanted me. I was not complaining...but, it never made sense to me.

"Oh, Bella," he shook his head, impatiently, as if talking to a child who inquired about something they should clearly know the answer to, "Bella, Bella...what am I going to do with you?"

"Show me what I mean to you?" I asked, hopefully, desperate for him to say something to make me feel better about taking him away from the world when I was the last person to deserve him.

He shook his head and scoffed, "My God, Bella...what else can I do? I so want to...I want to show you, but I'm out of sorts, love. I wish I knew how to make you see...I wish you could see yourself through my eyes."

He rolled me over and took my face in his hands, looking so deeply into my eyes that I thought he would drown in the depths of them. "I love you. Do you hear me?"

I forced a nod, but he shook his head fiercely, "No, not my words. You hear my words, yes, but I don't think you hear me. You don't hear my heart."

He brought my hand up to place it on his bare chest, interlacing our fingers and holding it there.

"I wish you could..." he whispered, "...I know my heart has stopped beating...but...the truth is...my heart never needed a beat to survive. It wasn't the beating of my heart that ever kept me alive. It was you. It was loving you...you brought me to life by loving me. If it could beat...if my heart was still beating...it would not beat to keep me alive. It would beat for you. It would sing for you...every beat would sing your name and it would sing of my love for you."

If I had been human, my eyes would have been swimming with tears right now. I took his face in one of my hands and searched his eyes for some sign that he was lying. He had said it himself; he was a damn good liar. And, though I knew that he loved me, if there was even spark of doubt, the only way I could find it would be in his eyes. His eyes were the one thing that could never lie to me.

"You still don't believe me..." he whispered, sounding so hurt by this ridiculous assumption. "Oh, God, what do you want from me, Bella? What do you want me to do? What do you want me to say? I don't know what else I can do. Bella..." he sounded so desperate, so saddened by my doubt, "I love you. I. Love. You. Damn it, Bella...I love you. You have to know that."

"I do." I said, softly.

"Then, act like it!" He snarled, a hiss escaping his lips as he said it.

I stopped breathing, not knowing what to expect now. He always surprised me when he got mad about my doubt in him. One minute, he'd be totally fine...happy, no problems whatsoever...the next, he'd blow up with a mere word from me. I never really knew what to expect with him. He never failed to surprise me. After two and a half years, I had expected to be used to it by now, but it never changed. Nothing ever did.

He hung his head, clearly ashamed, as he whispered, "I'm sorry. I just...it kills me that you still doubt me. Do you have any idea how it feels to have the one person you have ever loved; the one person you could ever love--doubt you and not believe you?"

I simply stared at him, waiting for his explanation, trying not to show my understanding, considering this was exactly how he reacted when I told him I loved him.

"Bella...I've been alive a bit longer than you...and dead a lot longer than that. I've seen things...that you can't imagine...and done things I prefer you didn't. I've made a lot of mistakes; a lot of wrong calls. A hundred plus years...and there's only one thing I've ever been sure of: you. When I say I love you, it's not because I want you...it has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You're a hell of a woman...you're the one, Bella."

He kissed me, "You are the only one I could...ever love...you're my wife. You're the mother of my future son..." he placed a hand on my stomach, "...and there is no one else in the world that I could ever want to share this with. There is not one part of me that has ever regretted falling in love with you. None. If there is one thing I could do over, I would have never left you. In all my years...all the mistakes I've made...I killed people, Bella. And, evil or not...I took their lives...yet the guilt and pain I felt for those decisions...is nothing compared to the regret I feel for hurting you. I'm so sorry I ever made you doubt me. I'm so sorry I ever hurt you. But, you must know...my existence...revolves around you. I was made for you and you for me; I know that now. And now, more than ever, though I too have had my doubts about whether or not you truly love me...I know...that it is our destiny to be together. Whether or not we deserve one another...we have no choice. It's inevitable...you're my girl. My Bella. And, I will not let anything take you away from me ever again."

I closed my eyes to absorb what he had told me and to be sure this wasn't a dream. How many times had I wondered if I was simply lost in a beautiful dream? Wasn't this just...too good to be true? Girls like me never got guys like him. Girls like Rosalie got guys like him, and though I knew that he never was into Rosalie, it still didn't make any more sense. What did I have that she didn't? Why was I the one to have taken such a beautiful creature when I would never deserve him?

When I opened my eyes again, he was hovering above me, his nose literally touching mine and his lips mere centimeters from mine.

He smiled, "It's not a dream, Bella." He shook his head, "This is very real. I have wondered as well if you are simply...a figment of my imagination. If I just...thought you up because I want you so badly."

I shook my head, rolling my eyes, "No...because I'm not the on that is too good to be true."

"Don't be so sure about that." He said, now trailing his parted lips down my throat, in between my breasts, sucking gently on my breastbone and trailing his hands up my waist, resting them on the sides of my breasts, pulling me even closer to him.

I exhaled shakily, stifling dry sobs, as he trailed his lips back up to mine and began kissing me. I sobbed into his mouth, but returned the kiss as much as I could.

He finally pulled away and caressed my face, "Are you okay?"

I smiled and nodded, "Never better." I flipped him over and rolled us over so that I was on top and bent down to kiss him.

His hands explored my back and I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist, both of us memorizing every detail about the other.

We simply kissed for another half an hour before I pulled away and pressed my lips to his throat.

I gently sucked on the side of his neck, causing him to laugh, "Does this mean you believe me?"

I nodded, "That and--even if this is a dream, I'm gonna enjoy it. Why the hell should I be complaining when I have you? I don't have to agree with you, but to be fair, you never agree with me, so why should I suffer because of my stubborness?"

He smiled, "That's my girl," and then pulled me down for another kiss.

I pulled away and chuckled once against his lips, "Mm-hmm." I nestled into him, nuzzling his neck. "Only yours."

"Which is why...I have to show you..." he effortlessly got to his feet, without releasing me, and pulled me into him. "Your surprise."

I groaned, "Do you know me? I hate surprises."

"I know. And I'm sorry, but...no, I'm not." He shook his head. "I don't care. This is worth it."

"What is?"
"You'll just have to see." He nodded up to the top of the mountain.

"Oh, that's how you wanna play it!" I said, trailing my fingertips up and down the line of symmetry in his chest.

"Yeah...that's how I wanna play it. Go on." He urged, pushing me forward slightly.

I began running up the mountain as he gained on me. I started laughing as he reached me, grabbing me by my waist, tacklign me to the ground with a playwful growl, and tickling me fiercely. I doubled over in hsterical laughter, trying uselessly to pry his fihngers free from my waist, struggling to free myself.

He laughed, "Beg for mercy."

"Never!" I gasped, stubbornly, as I rolled over and shrugged him off. "I can take care of myself now, thank you."

He growled in protest, and made to lunge for me again, but I was already behind him. I lunged at him, throwing myself effortlessly onto his back with a growl and chuckled darkly, "I win."

"It's not over yet," he said, as I began to lightly bite the curve of his neck.

"You think that hurts?" he joked.

"I was counting on it," I said, as he pulled me aorund and hoisted me up higher.

"Yeah, well, count on this." He began running with me in his arms, carrying me the rest of the way up the mountain.

Once he started to slow down, having reached the top, I leaned in and began frenching the side of his neck, trailing my tongue up the side of his neck to his ear, which I growled into, biting it playfully.

I trailed my hand down his chest and shifted my weight against him, causing him to stagger and trip. I laughed and rolled off him, my head on his chest, but the rest of my body sprawled out amongst the grass.

I felt his body shake as he laughed with me. "I'm gonna get you." He threatened.

"You already have me." I said, looking up at him, with a smile, rolling onto my side.

I reached my lips up to kiss him, but he pulled away abruptly and said, "I'm sorry; not now. I'm afraid I'm going to have to say no."

"I'm sorry; are you rejecting me?"

"Count on it." He said, smugly, turning me to face a cabin at the summit of the mountain. "Congratulations..." he whispered seductively, into my ear, "It's yours as well."

"As well as what?" I asked, struggling to hide my shock.

"As well as me." He teased, releasing me and walking away from me to go inside, "Coming, Bella?"