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Bite Me!

This is an AU for the beginning of Twilight. I always thought it would be hilarious--and ironic--for Bella to tell Edward "Bite me!" before she knew he was a vampire. So, this is what I thought could happen. Ch. 1 is in Bella's POV and Ch. 2 is in Edward's. Enjoy.


1. Chapter 2: Strength--Edward's POV

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My control was slipping; I could feel it. I could feel the loathsome demon I truly am taking over what humanity I had left. I had to get away from her or I would, without a doubt, lose it. This poor girl had no idea what she was doing to me. It wasn't her fault.

But, still, I yearned for it. I yearned for her blood; ALL of it. A taste would not suffice, I wanted every last drop in her body.

No. No! I couldn't; I promised myself I would never disappoint Carlisle again. Not after he so willingly welcomed me back after everything I had done.

I could escape unnoticed and just explain it later. It seemed like my best option at this point.

I made my way to outside the classroom so quickly that I had no doubt it went unnoticed. I walked briskly outside and inhaled the scent of fresh air as deeply as possible.

It slowly diminished the remaining scent of her until it overpowered it and I came to my senses. What had I almost done? I was utterly ashamed and disappointed with myself. How could I allow it to get that far?


I spun quickly to see Alice looking concerned. My expression softened and she approached me.

"Are you okay? Is she--"

I held up a hand to stop her. "She's fine."

The taste of her blood was still in my mouth, embedded within my very being now.

I exhaled shakily and buried my face in my hands, in shame, "What am I going to do, Alice? I can't do this any longer. It's too strong; I can't stand it. I refuse to hurt Carlisle like that again."

She nodded, understanding, "You can do this, Edward. As strong as it is, I have no doubt in my mind that you are that much stronger."

I shook my head, uncertainly, "I don't know--"

"Edward, look at me." She commanded, firmly. I obliged and she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Out of all of us, with the exception of Carlisle, you are the strongest at resisting human blood. You know that."

"And we all know that the strength of my resistance is based on the strength of my guilt for what I did to Carlisle."

"I don't believe that." Alice protested.

"Believe what you will, Alice; I know the truth."

"And I know you better than you know yourself. Edward, you can handle this."

I began trembling, the mere memory of her scent weakening me. I grabbed onto Alice for support and she immediately steadied me. "It's so strong," I said, weakly, struggling through my words.

"You are stronger."

"But, I--"

"No! You're stronger. And you need to believe that right now." She sighed, not knowing what to do, and pulled me into her arms, until I calmed down.

She finally released me and said, "At least finish up this class. You can go after school and change classes, but for now, just fight it. Hold onto everything you've worked so hard for; everything Carlisle worked so hard for. Let that strengthen you."

I looked at her and forced a nod.

She hugged me again and whispered, "My brother...I love you."

I smiled and finally pulled away. She nodded encouragingly and took off for her own class.

I took a moment to rebuild my strength and compose myself. I saw Carlisle's face in my mind as I headed back to class.

I was about to turn the corner to the classroom when I ran into her.

I grabbed her arms to be sure I didn't hurt her when her scent once again consumed me, erasing the image of Carlisle from my mind and everything else I had to hold onto.

How did I not catch her scent before? That didn't matter now? Nothing mattered--nothing but her blood and my unbearable desire for it.

She gasped and stiffened up in my arms as my hands tightened uncontrollably around her arms.

I glared at her, angry that she was affecting me this way, hating her for putting me in this position.

I didn't need to read her mind to tell that she was startled and confused by my behavior, but she wasn't as scared as she should have been.

I could feel her legs trembling against my own as she stared at me, half-confused, half-in awe at my inhumane looks that only affected humans in this way.

"Sorry," she breathed, obviously struggling for words. That sent a new trail of her scent surging through me, pleading me to surrender to the monster within.

Angrily, I tightened my grip on her arms and forcefully pulled her around, pushing her into the lockers.

She inhaled sharply in pain and she looked utterly shocked.

My eyes widened and I instantly felt regret. I should not have done that, but I had to get her away from me before I lost total control. I was risking too much already being so close to her; I had to get as far from her as possible.

Or did I? I had what I wanted; I had her alone. All I had to do was lead her somewhere more private and then I could do it. No one would ever know it was me. I could only too easily lure her away. No one could stop me now.

I glared at her and a growl escaped me involuntarily, making me forget who I was and what I stood for.

Any image I had of Carlisle and any speck of self-control I had was long gone. All that mattered was the sweet, enticing lure of her blood and, in that moment, I knew I had to have it. It was no longer a question of what I wanted; it was what I needed.

And I needed her blood. All of it.

I advanced slightly, preparing to attack, but stopped cold as Alice's voice screamed, in protest, in my head: "No, Edward! No, you can't do this. Fight it. Fight. It."

I stiffened up, clenched my teeth, tightening my jaw, and clenched my fists by my sides. My fists began trembling and I stopped breathing.

I couldn't do it. Alice was right: I had to fight it. I spun on my heel and stalked away from her, desperate to get as far away from her as I could.

I was still holding my breath as I walked, to keep my strength up, fighting with every single fiber of my being to keep from giving in to my instincts and getting what I truly wanted.

Suddenly, she was roughly grabbing my arm, as she said, firmly, "Wait!"

I jerked my arm free of her grasp and snarled, "What do you want from me?"

She scoffed, "An explanation for one and an apology for another. Have I done something to offend you?"

I straightened up and continued glaring at her, not answering out loud, but saying in my head: "Besides threatening to destroy everything I've worked for, absolutely nothing."

"Well, have I?" She demanded, clearly not letting this go so easily.

I shook my head, in disbelief, utterly disgusted that she could not know what she was doing to me. Why couldn't she just leave it alone and go? Did she have a death wish?

I said, using my soft, threatening voice, that sounded like velvet to human ears, "Stay away from me."

"I'm not going anywhere without an explanation." She protested.

"No." I said, through clenched teeth, "Do not come near me again. Trust me; it's for your own good."

"What are you talking about?" She demanded, looking more than just confused now; she looked hurt by the words I was saying, but she was clearly trying to hide that hurt.

I simply glared at her, again not answering. I shouldn't be talking to her when I'm in this condition, I knew that.

As if she had no other resorts, she scoffed, irritably, and said, "Argh, you know what?! Bite me!" Then, she stalked off, infuriated by my behavior.

While her back was turned, I bit down in a threatening gesture, to make myself feel better, and then I left quickly, before she could see me and read on my expression my utter desire to do just that.

I went out to the volvo and waited for the end of the period, watched her go into the school, and then spent the rest of school weighing my options.

Once the final bell rang, I knew what I had to do and opened the door to my car and went inside to see the counselor. I had to change my schedule so I would never have to be near Isabella Swan ever again.