The_Bite

DISCLAIMER: I do not retain rights to Twilight, New Moon, or Eclipse, or any of their characters. I acknowledge that these works and their characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. This is a fanfiction. No plagiarism was intended. I promise:)

“This is the beginning,” he whispered as he leaned in for the eternal bite.

I didn’t bother asking “Of what?” considering I’d already known the answer. This was it. My dream since I’d fallen irrevocably in love with Edward almost two years ago. Had it only been that long ago? I realized it didn’t matter. Not time. I could have loved him for a day and nothing would have changed. Besides, we will have all the time in the world- literally. This was what I wanted, and now, even though he’d been on the extreme opposite end of this want, only a few months ago, I knew Edward, my eternal Edward, wanted it too. How nice it would be when I could finally be his eternal Bella.

As his stone cold lips touched my- for the last time- warm neck, just below my ear, he whispered the answer to my unasked question, slowly, for effect, I guessed.

“Of your Bella Morte.”

The Italian words registered immediately in my head, since he had used them, never together like this, many times. Bella, my name of course, meant beautiful. I had never fully understood why that was so. Morte meant death. ‘Of your beautiful death?’ Of course, I didn’t see what was about to happen in that way at all. I thought of this event more as a beginning. A beautiful beginning. That definition had more literal meaning to it than Edward’s definition did. Once I was a vampire I would be eternally beautiful and, for once, wouldn’t look so pitiful standing next to my eternal lover. Irony hurts.

But thoughts of vanity weren’t going to be my last thoughts before I was irreversibly altered. I would be eternally grateful for what Edward-almost against his will, but not quite- was about to do. I had given into his demands-well, his one demand, really- and he had given into mine. My first a comparatively simple one, to this final one. I turned my face slightly to gaze at him. His excruciatingly exquisite topaz eyes were blazing. Jeweled fire burning into me.

“No matter what happens, Edward, I love you. And, thank you,” I whispered nearly inaudibly.I knew he heard me.

“Forever my angel, forever my Bella,” was the last thing he murmured, as he turned back to press his lips once again to my throat. My heart spluttered with tingling excitement for the last time, as he sank his teeth into my flesh.