Passion.

I lies in all of us.
Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir; open it's jaws and howl.
It speaks to us, guides us…
passion rules us all.
And we obey.
What other choice do we have?

Passion is the source of our finest moments;
the joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstasy of grief.
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear.

If we could live without passion, maybe we'd feel some kind of peace.
But we would be hollow.
Empty rooms, shuttered and dank…

Without passion, we'd truly be dead.

France 1658

"Please. I do not want to be a monster, I cannot be a demon. I ask of you to restore my soul, so I may have humanity." Carlisle said graciously before the Volturi.

"You want to be a demon, with a soul?" Demetri asked. "How strange you are, my Carlisle. But I have always had a liking to you, so I will give you what you desire. But do you realize what you are getting into? You're humanity will not let you eat humans; you will love and care for what you're supposed to eat. But you will still be cursed by Satan himself, for you are a demon, straight from Hell just like the rest of us."

"I understand." Carlisle said.

"You do know that every human you change, will also have your curse?" Demetri asked.

"Yes"

"And, if you, for even a moment do not feel plagued by the demon inside of you, your soul will be taken?" Demetri asked.

"That should not be a problem." Carlisle said clearly.

"Very well then, I give you, and your future family, a soul."

The Oracle stone, that Demetri held, lit up brightly.


Present day. Bella's POV

"I love you" Edward whispered in my ear.

"So… where is everyone?" I asked quietly, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Carlisle's taking everyone to some new hunting ground, but I wanted to stay with you." Edward said as he stroked my hair.

I looked into Edward's topaz eyes.

"Kiss me." I said gently.

And he did, I held him tightly against me with more lust than I ever had.

I kissed him with increasing pressure and held my body tightly against his; he turned me around so that he was on top of me on his black leather couch, I felt him hold me tightly, then kiss my neck.

He started to back away, "Bella maybe we shouldn't-.."

"No." I said. I trusted Edward, and loved him too much to turn away.

I pulled Edward to me and kissed him. He gave in and wrapped his arms around me.

The chill he gave out was on every inch of my body, and strangely, I didn't feel cold.

I glanced at the clock; it would be twilight when we made love…


Edward's POV

I quickly put blankets over Bella's cold, perfect body. It was 2 in the morning; I had been watching her sleep for almost 4 hours. I stroked her face lightly, breathing in her scent, staring at her perfection.

It was so suddenly that I felt something inside of me. It was so painful I had to get outside. I grabbed my clothes and put them on moaning in pain with each movement. Each one of my muscles was burning.

I ran outside to the fresh air, leaving Bella inside.

"Owww BELLA. BELLA HELP. Ohh God BELLA!!!" I moaned not very loudly, becoming possessed by the pain.

I curled into a ball on the floor trying to make it stop.

Coincidently, there was a passerby near the house who saw me, an elderly woman.

"Dear? Are you all right? Do you want me to call 911?" She asked, putting her had on my shoulder.

My eyes turned angry, at vampire speed I grabbed her and sunk my teeth into her neck. The warm, human blood felt so good. I finished quickly and wiped my mouth with a smile.

I smiled bigger when I saw the woman's cold, white corpse.


Bella's POV

Last night Edward and I had sex; he was gone in the morning. And I haven't seen him since.

After getting off work at Newton's I drove down to the Cullen house one more time to see if he had returned. Tomorrow the rest of the family would be back, and if Edward hadn't returned, I would ask them if they'd seen him.

I walked into Edward's room, I didn't see him anywhere.

I went and sat on his large, black couch. Where was he? He couldn't be hurt, could he?

Then at that moment I saw Edward, Edward, walk into his room. He looked perfectly fine; he had no shirt on, and seemed to only be coming in here to get one.

"Edward!" I exclaimed, I ran into his arms are wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I've been so worried, I had no idea where you were!"

He hugged me back, very lightly and cold. "I didn't mean to frighten you."

"Where did you go?" I asked.

"I just… took off." Edward said defensively as he buttoned up his new shirt. He started to walk away from me, over to the couch to grab his wallet.

"But… you didn't say anything. You just left." I said quietly, folding my arms when he pulled me away.

"Like I was going to stick around after that." Edward said smiling.

"What?"

"You've got a lot to learn about men, kiddo. Although… I guess you proved that last night." He said.

"Wh-what are you saying? What do you mean?" I stammered, tears building up inside of me, it started getting harder to speak.

"Look, let's not make a big deal out of it, in fact, let's not talk about it at all. It happened." Edward said, as he was getting ready to leave, apparently.

"I don't understand. W-w-was is it me? Was I not…good?" I asked tentatively, feeling warm tears go down my cheek.

"You were great!" Edward said laughing.

"I thought you were a pro." He added, nodding.

He walked up to me, still smiling,

"How can you say this to me?" I asked, whispering. The tears rolling down my face, I didn't wipe them off, not wanting to make it more obvious I was crying.

"It was a good time. It's not like we have to make a big deal," he said.

"It is a big deal," I hissed, sounding like I was begging.

"It's what? Bells ringing? Fireworks? A dulcet choir of pretty little birdies? Come on, Bella." He said. He smiled gently as he went to wipe one of my tears.

"It's not like I've never been there before." He said, trying not to laugh.

I flinched away from him. "Don't touch me." I said a little stronger.

"I should of known you wouldn't be able to handle it" he said turning, walking out the door.

"Edward!" I called, tearfully.

He took a lazy stop, but didn't turn around.

"I love you." I said softly.

He sighed. "Love you to." He said it in such a casual, evil way, I would have preferred it if he'd said, "I hate you" instead.

He opened the door. "Um, I'll call you…" he said as he closed it behind him.

I did not move for a moment, I stared at the door he had just walked out of.

Still crying, I slowly went to the same couch that I gave him my virginity in.

How could this be happening? This couldn't be him.

I lay on the couch, letting all of my tears be free.

I should have known I wasn't good enough for him.


Sneak peek:

"He has lost his soul, but you are still his singer. He will stop at nothing to kill you." Carlisle said, with his hands on my shoulder.

"If he was going to, wouldn't he have done it already? I was left alone for hours." I said.

"He will not kill you instantly. He will torture his victim, like James did. It is a game to him now." Carlisle answered; I could hear the pain in his voice.


Author's note: Please review, I want some opinions! My plot was kind of inspired by Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but I'm also trying to make it original.

So should I post more?