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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]


9. Chapter 9; Definately Desire

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Emmett. Was. Going. To. Die.

He'd heard the boy asking questions about us. Me, in particular. I told myself that it was natural for him to be curious, us being so obviously unnatural. Emmett, however, had taken the boy's inquiries as invitation.

He'd simply swaggered over to the poor human boy – who was probably terrified from my blatant staring already – and asked him to come sit with our family.

As if it was really that simple! Emmett was so unbearably –

My thoughts cut short when Emmett waltzed up behind the boy. I tensed, waiting for his reaction, unable to help myself as my brother spoke to the poor boy.

Listening was a bad idea. I couldn't help but notice how perfect his voice was, like...velvet, and something sweeter, like honey. I couldn't get enough of it. Unfortunately for me and my strange interest, the boy didn't say too much. I cursed Emmett for his domination of conversation. I wanted to hear the boy, wanted to know what went through his mind when he looked at my bear of a brother, wanted to know if he was scared…

I didn't want him to be scared.

I shook my head, focusing my gaze on the piece of pizza I'd never eat. No. The boy should be scared. It was natural for him to be scared, right? Right. He'd deny Emmett. He'd sit back down with his human friends. Emmett would walk back to our table, and the boy would whisper with his little friends once he thought my brother was out of earshot.

This was what I was expecting, so my head shot up in shock when he said two simple words. I'm in.

He wasn't even agreeing out of fear, or from intimidation, I thought. His velvety smooth voice was half-laughing, and he didn't sound like he was faking it.

"What's wrong with him?" I whispered to Jasper, too quietly and quickly for anyone but a vampire to understand. Jasper was focusing on the boy with an inordinate amount of interest, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"I don't know," Jasper said, his voice low, frustrated. He glanced to me worriedly, then back to Alice, who nodded minutely. "It's like…desire," he continued, looking meaningfully at me. "And need for something. And…excitement? Yes. Excitement."

I stared at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. "You said that to me this morning," I hissed. I glared between Alice and Jasper – Alice just smiled. "What the hell is going on?" I demanded when they didn't respond.

"Isn't it obvious?" Rose asked in a bored, exasperated voice from across the table.

"What are you talking about?" I said irritably.

Rose only rolled her eyes at me. "You really are oblivious, Bella. You know that, right?"

I groaned, then turned my attention back to Emmett and…him. Edward Swan. He and Emmett were still making their way across the cafeteria – our hushed conversation had only taken a few seconds, though to me, it felt like an eternity.

I watched them. The boy was laughing – and the sound wasn't fake like it had been to those human girls at his lunch table. It was genuine. Real.

And I absolutely loved it.

"Bella," Jasper said, his voice breathy, half a gasp.

"Jasper?" I asked him, concerned. His eyebrows drew together, like he was in pain. He only shook his head at me slightly, putting his head in his hands. Alice patted him consolingly on the back.

"I'm sorry you're confused, sweetheart, it'll straighten out," she muttered to him.

I was about to beat some answers out of my very frustrating sister, but I was interrupted by Emmett as he approached us, the boy at his side. He looked even better up close, if that was physically possible. His skin was almost as pale as ours, but with a healthy, very human glow to it. He just seemed so…alive…

Emmett plopped down in the seat beside Rose, and Edward hovered behind him, looking like he wasn't certain quite what to do. His gaze met mine, and though I knew I should look away, ashamed at being caught staring, I couldn't. He didn't either.

"Have a seat, Edward!" Emmett said, startling both of us as he clapped Edward on the back. Edward obeyed, pulling out the chair directly across from me, next to Emmett. Not taking his eyes off me, he slid lithely into the chair, and I couldn't help but notice the way his muscles moved under his skin – like steel under translucent silk…

I'd forgotten to breathe for the past several minutes. I inhaled sharply –

Fire scorched down my throat immediately, burning me from the inside out, demanding my complete attention. And suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to have him, to launch myself across the table, sink my teeth into his butter-soft neck and directly into the pulsing vein just below his perfect skin.

He had the sweetest blood I'd come across in my one hundred and ten years. And I absolutely had to have it. My mouth flooded with venom, every muscle tense and coiled in preparation to spring. I gripped the edge of the table. My body was almost out of my control, but my mind wasn't. I was still sane, still myself, still conscious of why I couldn't let the monster inside me have what it so desired…

Alice was tense beside me, though she probably already knew how this would pan out. She gripped my arm with enough strength to shatter human bones.

The boy – Edward, I reminded myself – was still looking at me.

And again, he wasn't scared. His face was etched with concern, his gorgeous green eyes bored into mine; onyx black by now with bloodlust…

He tugged his long, pale fingers though his shining bronze hair, his lips parting slightly, looking so heartbreakingly…appealing. I took a hesitant breath through my mouth, tasting his scent on my tongue – like honey and sunshine. Perfect, just like his blood. Just like the rest of him, for that matter.

I vaguely realized that Emmett was talking again, introducing everyone, I supposed. I didn't really care. All that mattered was Edward, whose gaze left mine for an instant to look around at my various family members, his lips lifting up into that irresistible smile as he greeted everyone...

And then it was my turn.

"Hello, Bella," he murmured, his voice like a caress. The way he said my name did strange things to my long-dead body… The rush of venom subsided, the bloodlust faded... If I'd had a heartbeat, it would have shot up through the roof.

And I absolutely had to have him. It was a different sort of lust that rushed like fire through my veins, rendering me breathless, thoughtless, unable to concentrate on anything other than the overwhelming need for him. Edward Swan.

"Nice to meet you, Edward," I managed to get out around my stilted breathing.

What was wrong with me?!

"The pleasure is mine, believe me," he replied in a low voice. I couldn't keep my eyes off the way his lips moved when he spoke…

Oh. Dear. God. I didn't care what was wrong with me. I didn't care that Jasper looked about ready to explode, or that Alice seemed incredibly smug. I didn't care that Rose was looking at me, an exasperated expression across her flawless features, or even that Emmett was giving me the thumbs up, mouthing something about how I was finally going to 'get some'. Disgusting. But I couldn't care less.

All that mattered was Edward Swan, and all the wrong ways that I needed him.