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La Tua Cantante

Summary:
As usual, this will come in two parts: Edward's pov and Bella's, but the first is always Bella's. I got this idea from watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, when Angel got shot with a poisoned arrow and has to drink Buffy's blood to survive. This is pretty much mid-Eclipse and the Volturi infected Edward with a disease called "Distruzione" (Italian for "Destruction") which only affects vampires and he will die unless he drinks the blood of his la tua cantante, which is Bella. This is just more hardships for Edward and Bella to fight through, but as always, they fight it together and never give up.


Notes:
There are some adult-themed situations, so unfortunately this fanfic will have to be rated Adult instead of Everyone. Sorry to my younger fans, but please, exercise caution when reading this fanfic. It will get extremely detailed.


3. Chapter 3: Bloodlust

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I approached Edward, to see him trembling with pain and delirium. I sat down on the edge of the couch and placed one hand in the middle of his chest. "Edward."

"Bella?" He searched desperately for me, reaching towards me with his hand.

"It's me." I said, struggling through my words.

"Bella...it hurts." He sounded almost as if he was crying through the pain.

I closed my eyes, hating to see him in such pain. We should have known the Volturi would never let us go with a mere slap on the wrist.

"I know." I forced out, before clearing my throat, "I know. Here, sit up; come on."

I helped him sit up and he dry-sobbed cries of agony. "Bella? Where are you?" He asked, clearly delusional.

"Edward, Edward, I'm here. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

He shook his head, deliriously, "Bella, I can't--I can't see you."

"Edward, look at me." His eyes were searching so I took his face in my hands and looked at him intensely, "I'm here. It's me. It's your Bella."

"My Bella?" He cried, sounding happy despite the pain, "Bella...will you...stay with me? Will you be here when I die?" His voice cracked slightly.

I shook my head fiercely, "You're not going to die."

"I'm not?" He sounded confused.

"No...you're not. Edward, I can cure you."

He was silent for a moment, before saying, "How?"

I grabbed my hair with one hand, pulling it over my left shoulder, exposing the right side of my neck. I tilted my head slightly and said, "Drink."

He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head slightly, "No."

"It's the only way, " I argued, "Drinking the blood of your la tua cantante--" man, my Italian sucked, "--is the only way to save you."

"I won't do that, Bella. I'd die first."

I rolled my eyes, angrily, "I am not going to let you die. Drink!"

"Get away from me!" He weakly shoved me off and forced himself up, staggering his way into the kitchen. He collapsed into the table, knocking things off and breaking them.

I grabbed his shoulder and jerked him around, "You are not going to die. Edward, you can't die. You have to live; you're going to live."

"I'm not going to kill you, Bella!"

"I won't die. Not if you don't take all of it."

"Don't ask me to do this." He protested, shaking his head weakly.

"I am not asking; I am ordering you."

"I'm not taking that chance, Bella. It's too late; it's done."

"STOP being so damn stubborn and drink, damn it!" I yelled, "I won't die."

"It's not that simple."

"I'm making it that simple. Drink...now...or when you die, I will go right after you. I will not lose you again. I can't do it."

"Are you threatening me?" He snarled.

"You bet I am." I said, angrily.

His lips twitched as he looked yearningly at my neck. He was still holding back.

I grabbed a knife out of the drawer and held it over my heart. "Fine. Die!"

I jerked it back and made to thrust it into my chest when Edward growled, lunged at me in superspeed, knocking the knife out of my hand, and slammed me against the nearest wall, knocking off a picture of me and Charlie, causing it to break.

He cupped my chin roughtly in one hand and jerked my head upt to expose my throat, holding my head against the wall.

Then, he growled again as I felt his teeth sink into the skin of my neck. I let out an involuntary cry of pain as he pulled me in closer, sinking his teeth in even deeper.

I felt the pressure increase painfully as he drank hungrily, eager to taste more, unable to stop.

He clutched me closer to him and spun me around as I pressed his head further into my neck and suppressed a scream of pain.

Drops of blood spilled down my shoulder and the blood began to pool around his mouth as he tried desperately to get every last drop.

We collapsed to the ground and he tightened his hold on me. He shifted upward against me and grabbed onto the counter with his hand, breaking off a chunk.

He moaned in delight as his thirst was finally being quenched so completely and fulfilling his desires, allowing himself for once indulge.

My hands explored his back desperately, searching for a way to push him off--ironic as it was. My legs clenched tightly around his waist and I tried uselessly to push him away.

"Edward--" I managed to choke out, through the pain.

Suddenly, Edward pulled away and fear and self-loathing filled his eyes. "Bella!"

"I love you," I said, before my eyes fluttered shut and my head lolled to the side.

I felt his hands explore my face, trying to wake me up. "Bella? Bella." His hands were covered in my blood, but it didn't matter.

He was touching me. I was able to feel his touch one last time before dying. His lips touched mine and he kissed me fiercely, stifling tearless sobs. It was okay, though. At least he would live. So long as that was true, I didn't care what happened to me.

"Bella...I love you," was the last thing I heard before falling totally unconscious.