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La Tua Cantante

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.

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.

4. Chapter 4: Appreciation

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When my eyes fluttered open, I felt strange. It was familiar; I had felt it before--almost a numbing sensation of pain, like the pain was simply diminished but still there. I wasn't dead; that much was clear. But, how? I looked around at my surroundings.

I was in my room. In my bed. Was it a dream? No, the throbbing sensation in my neck confirmed that.

I put my hand to the bandage only to see an IV. That explained the sensation.

I finally noticed Edward, sitting beside me on the bed. He looked angry. Oh, no. I had this coming. Still, I tried to play the innocence card. "Hi."

"Morphine." He confirmed, tonelessly, nodding towards the Morphine drip.

I looked at it and then back at him and smiled, "Oh, sweet Morphine, new realms of pleasure!"

He smirked slightly, but it faded instantaneously as he said, "How are you feeling?"

"Amazing." I lied, quite convincingly, "Morphine is definitely my new best friend."

"Can I get you anything?" He asked, ignoring my lie obviously, because I knew that he could easily see through it.

I shrugged, "How 'bout some emotion for 500, Bob?" He furrowed his eyebrows and I continued, "What's the matter with you?"

He shook his head angrily, "How could you?"

"I'm sorry?" I said, "Wanna tell me what I...did?" "Oh, please, Bella! You are so damn frustrating."

"What did I do?"

"You threatened to commit suicide if I didn't..." He cut himself off and buried his face miserably in his hands, clearly unable to finish the sentence.

"That's because you wouldn't do it any other way."

"Yeah, you're damn right I wouldn't've. Do you have ANY idea what we risked? And for what?"

"For your life! Maybe it doesn't mean crap to you, but it is everything to me. I literally would've lost everything. Even if I didn't do it myself, the pain alone would've."I argued, not letting him beat himself up over it.

He flinched, angry, and looked up at me, not answering. "Edward, my point is...it doesn't matter. We're both alive and safe; that's all I care about." Still no answer. "Edward, you don't understand. I can't live without you. I--"

He interrupted me by kissing me. "Love you." I finished against his lips.

He pulled back slightly and shook his head, "I understand, Bella; better than anyone, I understand. I just--it was so hard. I was inches from killing you, Bella. You would've died had Carlisle not been there.

"Carlisle? What did he--"

"He gave you a blood transfusion. Several of them, in fact. The first two didn't take."

"A blood transfusion?" That didn't sound good. "Oh, no."

"Yeah, 'oh, no' is right, Bella, we could've lost you."

"No, no." That was the least of my concerns. "I mean, 'oh, no' as in 'Oh, no. Now my blood won't smell as good to you.'" I pouted slightly.

He chuckled. ''Is that really your main concern right now?"

"Of course," I said in an obvious-tone, "I like appealing to you so much."

He placed his hand on my cheek and caressed it with his thumb. "Don't need to worry there. There is nothing about you that doesn't appeal to me."

"Do I smell bad, though?" I asked, still not convinced, wrinkling my nose to prove my point.

He kissed my nose and then trailed his lips over to my ear, which he kissed before whispering, "Not at all, love. Not at all."

My heart stuttered at those words and I literally melted inside.

He pulled back and said, "It won't last forever. After awhile, you'll have your normal scent back."

"How long?"

He shrugged, "A month or two."

"WHAT?!" I groaned, "But, that's FOREVER!"

He smiled his crooked smile, "Believe me, Bella. When you are immortal, two months is like a blink of an eye. It's not that far away. Besides, you know, it might be a nice change to have for awhile."

"Why; what do you mean?" He chuckled once, "Why are you so eager to smell so good to a vampire?"

"Not any vampire. Just you."

"Well, if it's any consolation...you always smell beautiful to me. Different blood or not, you're still the same Bella I fell in love with. Despite what you may think, I didn't exactly fall in love with you for your blood. You'll always be my Bella; nothing can ever change that, love."

I smiled, "So, are you still mad at me?" I put on my best innocent face.

He breathed a chuckle and considered it, before shaking his head, "Definitely...but, you could always make it up to me."

"What'd you have in mind?" I asked, sensing his tone, but not believing it.

He smirked slightly, "How's your pain level?"

"I'm okay." I said, still not buying it.

He picked up my hand with the IV in it and took it out so fast I could barely feel it. Then, he bandaged it and held it to his lips, kissing it softly.

I noticed the intensity in his eyes, as he stared at me, weighing his options. "Edward, what's going on?" I asked, growing confused.

He kissed my earlobe and then right beneath my ear. "Oh."

I finally understood what he meant as he trailed his lips slowly down the side of my neck to my shoulder. My heartrate involuntarily sped up and I struggled to breathe as I stammered, "Are--are you sure?"

"Do you not want to?" He asked, pulling away slightly.

"No! No, I mean, yes; I do, but...what about...you. You're usually so adamant about this very thing not happening. I don't understand."

He sat up and pulled me up so I was sitting beside him. He stared into space, clearly trying to find the words to explain his change of mind to me, struggling to do so.

"Bella, I...used to think that immortality was the biggest curse that could ever be inflicted upon me. Living forever...alone...all I wanted was to die. To move onto whatever's after this." I flinched at those words, "But, then I met you and I realized...it was the greatest gift. Not only do I get to live forever, but I get to have you by my side. Somehow, it still seems as if forever is nowhere near long enough to be with you." I smiled slightly and caressed his face with the back of my hand. "I almost died. Bella, I thought I had forever with you, but the past few days have shown me how easily it could be taken away."

"You do have forever with me, Edward. It's all over."

"Exactly." He said, firmly, "It is over. And, I'm not taking anything for granted anymore. See, Bella, we can say forever, but the truth of the matter is, we don't know. We can't promise forever."


"I will promise forever. At least for as long as I am capable of love. But, I assure you, Bella, I will always love you. It is believed that we love with our heart and our soul, but I'm not even sure I still have a soul and my heart stopped beating almost a century ago. Yet, I have no doubt that the love I feel for you...is the greatest love in existence."

I struggled through my next words, "Edward...I have no doubt that you have a soul. Nobody can be as beautiful as you are and not have a soul."

"That's the immortality talkin'." He said, almost jokingly.

"No...it's not." I said, in a firm whisper, "Edward, as beautiful as you are on the outside...you are that much more beautiful on the inside. In here." I placed my hand over his heart. "Your heart might have stopped beating...but it is still the most beautiful heart to exist."

He placed his hand over mine and held it there. "Not possible, love." Before I could respond, he leaned in and kissed me, laying me down gradually as he did so.

I could no longer think, yet alone speak. I simply let one kiss melt into another. Another, another, another.

It wasn't until I could no longer breathe that he trailed his lips down to my neck, kissing it as tenderly and lovingly as possible.

I slid my hands down his waist until I reached the edge of his t-shirt. I lifted it, caressing his bare stomach and waist as I did so. Then, I pulled it up, clenching my fists desperately around the fabric, and pulled it over his head.

He threw it to the floor and then slowly removed the bandage fom my neck. The bite was clearly healed. I didn't even feel pain anymore, but that was probably more due to the fact that Edward finally caved rather than the medications.

He caressed the scar lightly with his thumb, tracing it gently, before replacing his cool fingertips with his soft lips, kissing the wound. "I'm sorry; I'm so sorry," he whispered into my neck.

My hands were trembling with delight as they caressed every inch of his back, chest, stomach, and arms--his muscles flexing and contracting against them with each stir, each breath.

He pulled me in closer to him, raising me from the bed slightly as he kissed my lips again, deepening it by leaning in further. "I love you," he sighed into my mouth, causing me to tremble beneath him.

He smiled against my lips at that and tightened his arms around me even more before rolling over, pulling me on top of him.

I straddled his waist, sitting on his upper legs, and bent down, placing my hands on his stomach and slowly traced them up to his shoulders, sliding my body against his as I did so, and then touched my lips to his as my hands traced down his arms, which were locked around my waist.

He arched his back to deepen the kiss and pulled me down even closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck, encircling my forearms around his head and smiled mid-kiss as he slid his hands down, encircling them around my upper arms.

After we were both so breathless, I literally couldn't see straight, I pulled back and sat up to see what he would do now.

He smiled his crooked smile and placed his hands on my stomach. Without hesitation, he removed my shirt and bra and then pulled me down on top of him so there was no space between us and pulled my head down to his, running his fingers through my now slightly sweaty hair as he kissed me. He rolled me over again and hovered over me before kissing me again, caressing my neck with the back of his hand. He trailed it down in between my breasts to my stomach and over to my waist.

He trailed his lips down to my breasts and sucked off some beads of sweat that had formed on my skin. "Bella," he growled seductively into my breasts, before clutching me even closer to him as if for dear life and frenching my breast.

I whimpered his name and sighed in ecstasy as he trailed his lips up my chest to my neck, now baring his teeth and scraping them passionately across the column of my throat, growling simultaneously and moving his hand to the back of my neck, pressing my neck further against his mouth.

Instead of feeling fear, as I probably should have, I simply felt my desire for him increase to overwhelming and I wanted nothing more than him and only him. I tilted my head back to give him better access, arched my back, tangled my fingers in his hair, and pressed his head even further into my neck, enjoying the feel of his teeth and cool breath against my skin.

He began trembling, and then went over and lightly bit the curve of my neck before replacing his teeth with his tongue and frenching it passionately, frenching my skin all the way up the side of my neck to my lips.

He kissed me once before saying, out of breath, "Oh, Bella. I love you so much."

In response, I pulled his head down to mine for another kiss. It wasn't until I literally had no strength to continue that we stopped. Damn my humanity!

It could have been hours, days, weeks, maybe even months. But, it was without a doubt, the most beautiful time of my life. Never had I felt so complete, so whole. He was my everything.