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Guardian Angel

Edward Swan willingly removes himself from the Vally of the Sun in favor of Forks, to live with his father, Charlie in a sunless town completley opposite to his taste. He intends to remain anonymous; to suffer in silence and make his mother, Renee, happy. Bella Cullen is a hundred year old vampire with a rather mundane existence. She loves her family; her sisters Alice and Rose, her brothers, her 'parents'... But she can't shake the feeling that something's missing... When Bella meets Edward, both of thier lives are irrevocably altered. The trouble's in admitting it...and wether Edward, fragile and frustratingly human, will survive the journey before Bella gives into temptation. ** I know this idea has been done a thousand times over, but I just couldn't help myself! This actually follows the Twilight plotline really losely; I figured a LOT would be different if Edward was the human one. [banner removed per site regulations]


15. Chapter 15; Perfection

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He wanted to kiss me.

Edward-sex-me-then-drink-me-dry-Swan wanted to kiss me. He honestly had some sort of death wish if he was willing to put himself in a position that tested my control to the extreme. Surely I would snap and then accidentally break his pretty little neck…

No. I would stay in control. His mouth was inches from my hand. He looked up at me questioningly from under his eyelashes with those magnetic green eyes, and I couldn’t refuse him. So I didn’t. I nodded.

He looked horribly attractive like this; in his skin tight t-shirt, those low-rise sweatpants, his head bent towards my hand. It exposed his neck to me at just the right angle... I wanted him so bad in so many ways that it physically hurt. I should have closed my eyes to make it easier, should have looked away and told him to wait –

What the hell? It was only a kiss. On the hand. It would last half an instant. It wouldn’t be serious - he was trying to be a gentleman, nothing more. He couldn’t possibly feel the same sort of attraction for me as I did to him.

No. This wouldn’t be intense. I could handle it.

Even so, I braced myself. His hand on mine was already a distraction - both because the heat was indescribably pleasant and because I could feel his appetizing heart beat thudding quicker under his skin the closer he got to me.

Part of me realized that if he didn’t want me, his pulse wouldn’t be so fast… I ignored that for the moment. My vampire brain, usually able to keep track of several things at once, was having trouble concentrating on anything but Edward’s mouth.

And it had only been two and a half seconds since he’d asked me to dance in the first place. Time was usually so fast to me, but it was moving so incredibly slow…

Finally, he softly pressed his lips to my skin.

He didn’t flinch, or shudder, or pull back instantly, though he should have. My hand would feel like I’d just pulled it out of a bucket of ice. That should have scared him. That should have dispelled any possible feelings of attraction towards me, because I was obviously not natural…

No. He didn’t pull away immediately. His mouth lingered against the back of my hand. His green eyes were smoldering irresistibly as he looked up at me. Warmth spread from my hand to the rest of my body, and I felt…alive, like all my nerve endings had been lit on fire.

He started to pull away, not wanting to make things awkward, I was sure. But I wasn’t quite willing to loose the feeling coursing through my long dead veins.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered. The words slipped out of their own accord, a completely involuntary reaction to the loss of his touch. What was going on with me?!

I stood frozen, horrified at myself for the bizarre request. He froze too, but didn’t back off like he should have. After a half second of complete silence, he smiled his mega-watt smile.

“Whatever you wish, beautiful,” he murmured, too quietly for mortal ears.

What? I didn’t say anything out loud. I shouldn’t have been able to hear the words, was I a human.

He tightened his grip on my hand, taking a step closer so that we were almost touching. Almost, but not quite. “You know, Miss Cullen, we are in the middle of a crowded gymnasium,” he reminded me, his mouth so close to my ear that I could feel his breath when he spoke. “People are starting to stare,” he continued.

I don’t care. “We should probably start dancing, then,” I said breathlessly.

“Probably,” he agreed, and before I knew what was happening, he escorted me over to the corner of the gym where my siblings were gracefully twirling across the floor. The awkward humans were giving them a wide berth, all of the girls staring jealously as their partners stepped on their feet.

“Thank you for finally gracing us with your presence, love birds,” Emmett said sarcastically as he gracefully spun Rose in a circle. I never got tired of watching Emmett dance. It was like watching him hunt - those huge muscles and limbs coordinating together perfectly and gracefully in ways you wouldn’t expect, given his size.

Usually, I never got tired of watching Emmett. But my attention was focused completely on Edward, for a change. I was usually the one on the sidelines when it came to this sort of dancing. Emmett and Jazz would take turns dancing with me, of course, but their time was mostly devoted to their wives.

Not today. I glanced at the clock. We had twenty seven minutes. I smiled hugely, able to ignore Emmett’s earlier comment as Edward’s hand tentatively fell to my waist. I felt like I’d have burn marks in the shape of his tapered fingers.

I was breathing heavily at this point, and so was he. I brought one hand up to his shoulder, dangerously close to his flawless neck. His traitorous heart pulsed against my fingers, but it didn’t demand my complete attention. Much more important was the way he pulled me closer as our free hands interlaced, our fingers locking together like they’d been constructed to fit a certain way.

He stood motionless for two full seconds, then he smiled sheepishly. “I don’t know how to dance, Bella,” he admitted in an undertone. “You’ll have to teach me.”

Could he get any more adorable?

Alice giggled as her and Jasper spun gracefully past us. Jasper looked at me significantly; I didn’t know why. “You’ll do fine, Edward,” Alice encouraged over her shoulder as Jasper whisked her away.

Edward blushed. “Don’t worry, Alice always knows what she’s talking about,” I told him. I didn’t want him to feel nervous. And he had no reason to be.

“Sure,” he said incredulously. I could feel his tight muscles under the hand I held on his shoulder.

“Relax,” I told him. “It’ll be easier if you’re not so locked up.”

He nodded. “How do I do this?” He asked helplessly, looking at me with those big, innocent eyes.

“Follow my lead,” I said calmly. “Wherever I go, you follow, okay? Try and keep yourself within a three inch radius at all times,” I said shyly. This was how Emmett and Jasper had taught me to dance fifty years ago, when they’d realized how inept I was at the ‘art’ of ballroom dancing. It felt different with Edward, though. With Emmett and Jasper, the close proximity was innocent, a learning device.

With Edward…

“Is this okay?” He asked in a low voice, taking a baby step forward until we were so close I could feel the warmth from his body as an almost physical touch. I stopped breathing immediately - and not just because I was afraid his scent would get the best of me.

“Mmm,” was all I could say in response. Then I cleared my throat immediately. “Um, I mean, yes,” I said, feeling…well, flustered. I laughed at myself internally. Bella Cullen did not get flustered. And here I was, struggling for the air I didn’t need to breathe. “I’m going to move now, alright?” I asked, and Emmett snickered quietly behind me. Rose hit him on the arm, for which I was grateful. He was obviously reading some innuendo to my words, and I didn’t concentrate enough to understand what he thought I could possibly mean.

Edward only nodded, not taking his eyes off me. I took the first step back, and he did exactly as I asked, following me perfectly by stepping forward at the right moment.

“Perfect,” I said, and I wondered if he realized I was talking about more than his first foray into ballroom dance.

"Perfect," he repeated, his voice half a laugh and half a scoff. "I'm far from perfect -"

As if to illustrate that point, he accidentally tripped over his own feet; having been distracted by talking. He stumbled slightly, catching himself at the last moment. But not fast enough. His near-fall brought him closer to me than he had been yet. I could feel his heart beating where mine should have been, pulsing painfully fast just below his skin.

The blush rose again to color his cheeks and neck pink with fresh, delicious blood...

His green eyes were wide, the pupils expanded so that the brilliant green was just a thin circle... I was expecting to smell adrenaline pumping through his system - expecting to smell his fear, literally. But I didn't smell a trace of the fight or flight chemical in his bloodstream. He was looking at me; all dilated pupils and accelerating heart rate, and it wasn't out of fear.

What the hell? Fear in a human was something I knew how to deal with. But this... There was no precedent.

We hadn't moved an inch, frozen the second he'd almost fallen into me.

"You are perfect," I finally contradicted him, unable to stop the words from slipping out.

He smiled incredulously, and pulled me a bit closer, so that our bodies were actually touching. I could feel every sharp plane of his chest against me, feel the heartbeat beneath his delicate, silky smooth skin...

“God, Edward,” I muttered out loud. He had no idea what he was doing to me.

“Bella,” he murmured, his velvet voice rougher, deeper. He was driving me crazy. I tightened my grip on his shoulder, making sure I didn’t hurt him, but needing some way to keep myself in control, something to cling to.

We’d stopped moving. We were in the middle of gym class for God’s sake. We had the attention of half the students in the room; I could hear their whispers. But I didn’t care. Edward didn’t either, apparently.

I pulled my hand out of his grip, and his now-free hand glided down to rest on my waist. I hesitantly touched his cheek with one finger, stroking the length of his strong jaw as gently as physically possible. He sighed, leaning into my touch. I was holding my breath - but I didn’t really need to. The bloodlust was at the bottom of my priority list, a dull burn in the back of my throat.

Alice was right. He was my singer. He should be dead.

And yet he wasn’t. I was touching him, and I wasn’t killing him. I didn’t even really feel like I wanted to kill him. No… There were other things I wanted. I wanted to know every insignificant detail about his life; from his favorite color to what kind of pets he had as a child. I wanted to tell him about my past - the real one, not the cover. I wanted him to know me. I wanted…

He retracted one hand from my waist, pulling my hand from his face and holding my palm to his chest, directly over his heart.

I wanted to sink my teeth into his smooth neck, feel his hot, delicious blood on my tongue -

Coach Clapp blew her whistle, signaling the end of class. I didn’t care.

Edward’s warm, soft lips pressed softly against my forehead, putting the pale skin of his throat directly at the level where it would be so easy for me to go straight for the jugular. He wouldn’t even have time to realize what was happening. He was basically serving himself to me on a silver platter…

But he was kissing me, so tender, so trusting. I wanted to feel those lips everywhere. I didn't bite. I stayed perfectly motionless as his heart beat double-time. I swallowed back the venom as we simultaneously pulled away from each other.

“Thanks for the lesson, Bella,” Edward said softly.

“Any time,” I said back.

“Earth to Bella and Edward,” Emmett’s voice broke into our little bubble. I jumped at the same time Edward did, and he immediately withdrew his hands, stepping back until he was an appropriate six inches from me. I would have laughed at the expression on his face had I not been so dazed.

“Time to go, little buddy,” Emmett laughed, clapping Edward on the shoulder. Edward flinched, probably worried my brother would be angry for the intimate way he’d touched me…

Intimate… I sighed just thinking about it, then abruptly snapped out of it. I shouldn’t let that happen again. I could loose control, and there would be no more Edward to watch out for. That couldn’t happen. I would not allow it.

“Yeah, Edward. We’ve gotta go get changed, unless you want to be the last one out of the parking lot,” Jasper chimed in. “You can lust after our sister later,” he added in an undertone that I shouldn’t have heard, if I was human. Edward blushed fiercely.

“Bye, Bella,” he said as my brothers dragged him away.

“See you, Edward,” I called after him.

And then the wolves descended.

“Oh my God, Bella!” Alice was saying, jumping up and down again. Seriously, Alice was like the energizer bunny. She just kept going and going…

Rose was grinning at me. “Somebody has a crush on a human boy,” she said teasingly, poking me in the side with a manicured nail.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said loftily, breezing past them through the now-empty gymnasium. At Coach Clapp’s whistle, the humans had basically run for the exit; all of them freaked out by their awkward dancing experiences with the opposite sex.

Edward was anything but awkward. He was graceful and elegant and said all the right things at all the right times…

I pushed the door to the locker room open, Alice and Rose in tow. The rest of the girls had all but cleared out - the room was empty save a few stragglers. I paid them no mind, proceeding to my locker and wrenching it open. My sisters and I changed in silence, but both Alice and Rose looked at me speculatively as I pulled on my shirt.

“What?” I asked them as I straightened my hair, suddenly self-conscious.

“We need to get you sexier undergarments,” Alice said, completely serious.

“Alice!” I squeaked. “Whatever for?”

Alice and Rose exchanged a look before bursting into laughter.

“Silly Bella,” Rose said, still giggling as we picked up our school bags and headed for the door to meet the boys. “You have so much to learn.”