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A Dark Adaptaton of New Moon

It's been a year since Edward left Bella. Strong ties bond Jacob and Bella together, but one night of surpise and misfortune will forver change the lives of these three people. What would you do when all you love is violently taken away?


5. Chapter 5 - Unexpected

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Chapter 5 - Unexpected

I tossed and turn most of the night. I kept having intermittent images from some of my past dreams and nightmares and a couple of new images as well. I didn't recognize some of the faces I saw. There was a strawberry blond goddess-like vampire, standing next to a dark skinned man, perhaps Native American. There were figures in dark cloaks walking through a foggy forest. I'm not sure what these images meant but they frightened me. As one of the cloaked figures raised his hood over his head, I caught a glimpse of scarlet eyes. I woke, startled and panting.

"Bella? Are you all right?" asked Edward anxiously. The digital clock read 3:33 AM. I scanned the room frantically, disoriented at the sudden tranquility of my bedroom. My breathing slowed.

"Yes. Just a nightmare." I managed to say.

"A nightmare? What was it about?" he asked dubiously.

"I don't want to talk about it". I laid down again, my back turned to him. He put his cool arm around me and smoothed my hair away from my face. My life was a giant ball of stress, rolling through my conscious and unconsciousness, growing as it collected all my troubles. He pulled me closer to him and rested his cool face against mine. I could feel a chill between his body and mine. We both laid there, still for a long while.

"Bella?" he asked softly.


He turned me to him so I could face him. His thoughts seemed to strangle him, like he was choking on words he couldn't speak.

"What is it?" I asked.

He seemed to stop struggling and looked me deep in the eyes. Slowly he moved closer to me and began kissing me very softly as if testing my lips for the first time. The coolness of his lips reached deep within me. I felt goose bumps rise on my skin. My heart began its frantic pounding. He laid his head over my chest and listened for a while, until my heart slowed its beat. Then he slowly moved his lips to my neck and kissed it back and forth.

"I love..." he whispered as he kissed my shoulder... "I love..." he repeated as he kissed me at the hollow beneath my ear... "I love you... profoundly so" he said as he kissed my head and held me tighter. How I hate that my foolish heart accelerated every time he said this. It gave me away each time. He laid his head back against mine. I took his arm and tucked it under mine against my chest.

"I could spend the rest of my existence here with you, tangled in your embrace" he murmured.

"Could you, really?" I asked trying to hide the cynicism in my voice. He caught it. He sat up to look at me, frowning as if he was having trouble solving a math problem.

"Bella, what would I give to make you believe that I love you, every iota of you and that I will never leave you... ever. If there is anything at all that would provide me with the chance to illustrate this for you, please... please... tell me what it is and you will have it."

I thought about that for a while. Indeed, I love him, more than he gives me credit for and more than anything imaginable, all I want, all I've ever wanted since I first laid eyes on him was him. To be with him and have him by my side always. Comically, only my luck would have it that I would feel like this for a vampire who will never cease to exist. But even so, I still want to remain by his side, for as long as he exists, indefinitely I acknowledge. But would he ever subject me to "eternal damnation" as he so eloquently put before.

"Please, tell me what you're thinking." he whispered.

"That beyond my better judgment, I love you."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you" he smiled quietly. "But they're exactly the words I wanted to hear."

"However, there is the issue of trusting you."

"I can understand how this is an issue for you. How I resent that I've brought you to this."

"Can you understand how difficult it is for me to believe that you will never leave again, that you won't play the judge on what's right or wrong for me'?

"I can" he said solemnly. I figured it's time I put his will to the test.

"Edward, I love you. I've never stopped although I fought against it and tried to find a way to hate you. I failed... miserably. And now you're here again and I want nothing more than for you to stay by my side, always..."

"It's a done deal, my love" he said as he kissed my cheek.

"Wait, I'm not finished yet."

"I'm sorry. Go on."

"What I was saying was... I want nothing more than for you to stay by my side... for me to be able to stay by your side... indefinitely." I felt him stiffen. His breathing stopped. I waited for his refute. When he said nothing, I continued.

"Being able to co-exist with you is enough conviction for me."

"Bella, love... I... don't... want to end your life!" he said. "Surely there can be a more reasonable condition than this. What you ask of me is far too incredulous to commit."

"Yes, incredulous is fitting for how well I believe that you would stay, let alone, stick to your word. You just told me you'd give anything to make me believe. So what exactly constitutes as ‘anything' for I believed that the term leaves no room for exceptions." I scowled. He thought about this for a minute or so before adjusting himself, propping his body weight on his arm.

"So you want to become a vampire? This would be my token of truth?" he said quizzically.

"Bella, at least..."

"At least? ‘At least sounds like another exception'." I retorted.

"Please let me finish." he whispered. His eyes dropped and again he looked like he was struggling with some difficult thought. Only this time, worry seemed to crease his brow.

"Bella..." he said as he looked up at me. Determination set in his gaze.

"Would you do me the honor of being my wife... before I condemn you to... before I change you"?

"What"? I asked disbelievingly.

"May I ask for this much? I want to know that you belong to me and no one else. That although I took your life, in change, I gave you my name, for all it's worth... if for anything at all."

I thought about this and I can see how hard this is for him. He loathed what he had become which is why he strived to be different... a better person than all the rest. To have to subject me to become like him, is torture for him. I can understand his offering. Why wouldn't I want to marry him? What I am asking for is more binding than an oath to ‘love and never to part for as long as we both shall live'... only the oath would void, for I would never part with him and him with I.

"Yes" I whispered.

I had expected him to smile, but what he did next was better than I could have expected from him let alone imagine. He took my face in both his hands and kissed me, softly and lavishly. He paused when he heard my heart splutter and smiled against my lips before locking them to mine again, urgently this time.

He pulled his face away a few inches from mine, his eyes dancing wildly as he looked at me. His hand skimmed down to my hip and clenched the blanket into a fist. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him back. I tried not to let myself believe that I'd get anything out of this for I was sure that at any minute he would stop. This was the complete opposite from what I felt earlier with Jacob. Back then, it was my body asking for more and my heart begging to stop. Now, my heart was thudding loudly begging for more.

He slowly began to peel away the blanket. The towel I wore had loosened and was only partially covering me. He stared down at my body in wonder and possibly amazement. He reminded me of an art gallery and how fans would just marvel at the masterpieces adorning the walls. He slowly moved the last of the towel off my body and traced it with his eyes, taking in all my features. I lay there still, amazed at his sudden curiosity and sedated by his gaze.

He brought his hand up to my lips and traced them with his fingertips. His lips replaced his fingers and he kissed me, very tenderly. His hand slid down my throat slowly and gingerly. He traced the curve of my breast and continued down my torso, over my belly button, to the side of my hip then down my thigh where he paused there while he kissed me more urgently. His hand, even slower still, slid up my inner thigh. His cold fingers reached my womb and I gasped breaking away from his kiss. His fingers slid slowly against the warm moist of my lips, sending violent shivers through my bones. My teeth involuntarily chattered. He swiftly removed his hand and brought it up to the side of my head and buried his fingers in my hair. He began to kiss me lavishly when he suddenly disappeared. I sat up, dizzily and out of breath to find him sitting beside me.

"I'm sorry." he said quickly. "I got carried away."


He looked back at me with wide eyes. How long have I wanted this? I thought. I wasn't about to let him go. I may never have the chance again, whether he really did decide to stay or not. Did I want this though? Knowing that he might not stay? I stared at him. His face glowed dimly in the dark as if the moon had found refuge in my bedroom. His bronze hair glistened through the darkness and his eyes.....golden....hypnotic. Oh screw it! If he left, it would probably destroy me, but I wanted this. I got on my knees and moved closer to him as he, too, got on his knees slowly, not knowing what to expect.

We looked at each other, eyes moving wildly, taking in each other's every feature of our face. He held my face with both his hands and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his waist as I moved myself closer to him. Could I do this? Would he stop me? There was only one way to find out. I reached for his belt and began to loosen it. My heart froze when his hands left my face. I didn't open my eyes right away. I knew it was too good to be true. Then his arms were around my back and a new feeling sent me soaring. It was the feeling of his cold bare chest against mine. The touch should've made me flinch, but it didn't. I had already undone the belt and moved on to the jean's button. Once I was thru with that, I paused for a moment, checking to see if he had paused. He didn't. He kiss remained unbroken. I pushed the pants off as he laid me back down to the bed. He pushed of the last of the jeans and they fell on the floor with a soft thud.

Here we were. Completely stripped of all our clothes and our defenses. His eyes locked on mine as he moved a strand of hair off my face. He kissed me again, softly as he shifted his weight on me. His body was hard yet smooth. My lips quivered but not because of his skin. As I wrapped my legs around him, I felt a cold pressure against my womb. The sensation was thrilling. He paused and moved an inch away to look at me, deep frowns of urgency in his face. His haggard breathing cooled my face. Then he slowly pressed into me. A moan escaped my lips as I felt a sharp pain deep within me. It was the strangest sensation I have ever experienced. Although it hurt a bit, I found that I enjoyed it. The coolness I felt within as he slowly slid in and out slowly and deeper made my eyes roll back and my back arch involuntarily.

Moans came from deep within my chest. His breathing was strained and he kissed my throat then back up my chin again. "Bella" he breathed and slid is tongue deep into my mouth. His kiss was suffocating, delectable. When I couldn't groan from my mouth, I'd breathe heavily from my nose. My legs wrapped tighter against his waist. He slid his hands behind my back and gripped me by the back of my shoulders. He pulled me into him at the same time he pushed himself deeper into me. Our bodies fit like a custom gloves. I felt his legs spread beneath me as he pulled me up so we were sitting. Me on his lap. My head swirled and my heart pounded my chest wall. My legs were still wrapped around him and his were crossed beneath me. Although we were now sitting, I can still feel him sliding in and out, only it was deeper now. He gently pulled my hair back exposing my neck as he kissed his way down my chest and covered my breast with his cool mouth. His tongue did circles around my nipple and he nibbled it with his teeth. I was breathing louder now. I felt like I would pass out. Our bodies rocked a little faster now and I felt him harden in me and go a little deeper.

My body began to convulse and a strange feeling grew in me. I felt as if my body, internally, was fluttering... quivering. Something was rising deep within me, threatening to explode. It felt... riveting. I didn't want him to stop what he was doing, afraid it would go away. He must've felt it too because he was holding me tightly to his chest pulling me into him more forceful and faster as he buried himself deeper inside of me. He too was moaning. Then something broke through in me, a wave of electricity that made my limbs jolt and tremble. My mind and body felt disconnected. All I can feel was... everything. Every living cell, every living organism, every vein....I felt it. It was such a high - one I didn't want to come off of. Pain pressed deeper in me as he gave a final tumultuous push into me. This time he didn't slide back out. He held me there, without moving, breathless and groaning, holding me tightly to him, his faced buried in my bosom. I hugged him tighter, my nails clawing his back while he glided his lips across my neck.

His teeth pressed onto my skin lightly at first. Then the pressure intensified and pain started to spread through my neck. I gasped. I knew what he was doing and at the moment, I didn't care. He could drain me if he liked. He began thrusting into me once again, more roughly. I squeezed my arms tighter around his back. I felt something warm running down my chest. He had bitten me. I waited for the burn, almost welcomed it. But it never came. The sensation emanating from me was indescribable. I could feel my blood rush to its exit as he sucked, the cool stiffness building up inside me, sliding back and forth, back and forth, his muscles flexing with every movement, his lips pressed firmly on my neck as he drank my blood....his drug. My head began to spin and my eyes began to roll back. At the same moment, he pulled away, panic in his eyes, blood dripping from his chin.

He gently pulled me off him - our bodies disconnecting. I felt a sudden urgency wash over me. I didn't want him to stop. It was as if my body now needed him in order to survive. I tried to pull him closer but my arms were weak, my thoughts were dazed. My vision began to fade.

"Shh, shh. I'm so sorry, love. You'll be all right. I promise. I promise...."