So, some of you were mad at me for last chapter, well, made about Tanya. Just remember that everyone makes mistakes, even Edward. I actually got a flame (which I found quite funny). Anyway, ya'll made me super happy with all the reviews, and sixteen of you received a phone call between Alice and Tanya with a few visions thrown in :) If you want it, just review for chapter 8. The song for this chapter is My Old Ways by Dr. Dog. I saw them live in New Orleans, and it was amazing!

Also, I do not own Twilight...not even a little bit.


I pull back, and open my mouth to speak.

I am not the most experienced at this, so I just nod, hoping that it is enough.

It is.

I close my eyes, imagining long brown hair and brown eyes. My eyes travel down her exquisite body which turns pink with her blush. Yum, her whole body blushes.

My venom pools in my mouth, and I have to swallow repeatedly to stop myself from drooling.

We continue kissing, her lips plump, pink and juicy. They are swollen from our ministrations, and I lick their warm surface with my icy tongue.

She moans, and it sends actual shivers down my spine. Pulling her closer, as close as possible, I move my mouth to her ear, pulling her lobe into my mouth, sucking gently.

"Oh, Edward," she moans.

That's right. Say my name. I could listen to her tinkering voice for hours, for days. I just want to hear her say my name again and again.

I can smell her arousal, and it is better than her blood, if that is even possible.

I move from her ear, and my lips travel down her neck again, soft and hard all at once.

"Mmm...Edward," she says my name again, "I want you."

"I want you too, Bella," I practically moan.

Her thoughts turn violent. Wait, I can't read Bella's thoughts…

"Who the HELL is Bella?!?" Tanya spits out, jumping away from me, putting about ten feet between us.

"What?" I ask, confused.

"You just called me Bella," she says, more dejected than defiant.

"Really?" I ask, letting my eyes fall down to the ground, "umm…she is this girl, this human girl, and," I stop, unsure of what category Bella falls into.

What am I supposed to say? She's a girl I met this afternoon. She has cancer. She's my Singer. I want to have sex with her and then eat her, or I just might want to eat her. I am not exactly sure which one is more prevalent, and, of yeah, I might love her?

I am sure Tanya would understand that.

Yeah, right.

"A human!" she exclaims, quickly puts her shirt back on, "Really, Edward, I thought you were above that," she says in a sniveling voice.

"Ugh, Tanya, I never said I was above that. I just don't sleep with humans like you and your sisters," I reply, shrugging my shoulders in nonchalance.

"Well, excuse me!" she scoffs, "I mean let's just all harp on my family because we get lonely!" She is practically glaring daggers at me. "No one has ever has sex without being in love. We are just big sluts!! Isn't that right?"

You stuck-up, douche of a virgin who wouldn't know a vagina from a hole in the wall!!

"That is just lovely Tanya," I frown, shaking my head, "really classy."

Well, if the shoe fits, Edward.

"I'm sorry, Tanya," I say genuinely, "I should never have come here and toyed with your emotions. It was wrong."

"Well, who is this Bella girl really?" she asks, stepping closer to me, "I mean," she runs her finger down my arm, "maybe you do just need some help forgetting her."

She moves in slowly, staring at my lips.

I don't want this. I was just acting out before, and I was being stupid, so, so stupid.

"Stop!" I demand, putting my hands on her shoulders, pushing her away.

She looks at me, her eyes filled with emotion, and her thoughts are laced with pain and rejection.

"Tanya, what I was doing before was wrong," I quietly say my voice gentle as possible, "I do want Bella, and I am still coming to terms with how much I want her. Or, I suppose more importantly, which way I want her. I desire her blood, but she's sick. It's all rather confusing."

I take a deep breath, "I shouldn't have kissed you. I was using you which is a selfish and childish thing to do, and I just want to apologize."

I look into her eyes, taking her hands in mine, "I hope we can still be friends, and that we can move past this incident. It was never my intention to hurt you. I see now….

Enough with the melodrama, I get it, you're sorry!

Her thoughts interrupt me mid sentence, so I just stop, nodding in agreement.

"I think I should go," I say with a sense of finality.

She looks down at her fingernails, sighing.

"I think that would be for the best," she says, turning her face away, avoiding me.

"Alright," I move toward the door, "I will see you soon. I believe Esme wanted to plan a get together for the families next month."

I can hear the smile in her voice, "that would be nice."

I reach for the door, turning the knob, meeting resistance.

When did she have time to lock us in here?

A small, awkward laugh escapes, and I unlock the lock, opening the door.

"Umm, Edward?" she says, raising her voice in the end.

I turn back to face her.

"Yes, Tanya," I reply, encouraging her to continue.

"I was just wondering," she pauses, twirling her strawberry-blond hair around her finger.

"Yes?" I reply, keeping my voice kind.

"Umm…" she continues, "were you planning on running the whole way home?"

"That is how I got here Tanya," I say, irritation leaking into my voice, "so, yes, I am going to run home."

"Right, but I, umm…" she pauses.

God, say it already. Seriously!!

"I mean," she giggles, "you were going to run back to Washington," she pauses, swallowing back her amusement, "in the nude?"

She starts laughing, quietly at first, but it quickly gets louder. She clutches her side with one hand, banging the counter with her other hand, cracking the tile.

I look down, shock registering on my face, as I cover myself with my hands.

How could I forget that I don't have any clothes on!

"I know," she chuckles, "you aren't worried about frostbite, but come on!!"

She is practically rolling on the floor.

"Well, I can see you have fully recovered from our little tryst just now," I say shortly, moving my back flat against the wall.

"Oh," she guffaws, "I don't think I will ever be able to get over it fully," she replies sarcastically.

I just scowl.

Five minutes later I am out the door, completely covered with the promise to return Eleazar's clothing by mail.

"Sure, no problem," she smiles, laughter once again creeping into her voice, "I'll see you later, Edward."

In her mind, she keeps replaying images of me frolicking through the snow in the buff.

I cannot wait until everyone else gets home! Ooh, I am going to call Rosalie!!

I groan. Fantastic, I am NEVER going to be able to live this down!

I run back to Forks, but I am not looking forward to getting home. Not only do I have to face the Bella situation head on, but I am going to be ridiculed endlessly.

Emmett is going to have a field day.

I can't seem to make myself care about that as much as I normally would. My mind keeps drifting back to Bella. I need to stay away, but I can't run from it.

I will avoid her at the hospital, though.

Definitely.

Well, probably.

It is definite that I will probably stay away. There, that works.

I slow down when I enter the town limits, avoiding for as long as possible the chaos that surely will be my home.

I am surprised when I finally get back to the house because it is rather quiet.

The others went out for a run, Edward. I would like to talk to you in my study.

I enter, walking up the stairs, taking my time again. Avoidance seems to be key part of all my actions lately.

"Come in," he calls out before I am even at the door.

"Carlisle," I say, opening the door, taking the same seat I occupied earlier.

He looks up at me, smiling slightly.

"I'm glad you're back," he begins, "We were worried about you. Alice had a vision of a snow storm in which you were buried for a few weeks. You then murdered a couple," he stops.

"What?" I ask, "I murdered a couple?"

Well, it didn't happen, so don't worry about it.

Right. I just won't worry about the double homicidal vision Alice had about me. Sounds easy enough…

"I just wanted to talk to you to make sure you are okay with dealing with Bella Swan," he says, sincerely, "I know you have never been through something like this, and…"

I interrupt him, "something like this?"

"You know, attraction, liking a girl, love?" his voice raises slightly when he says the word 'love.'

I laugh awkwardly, and I gulp so loudly it is like something out of a movie.

"Love?" I say, my voice practically cracking, "I don't know about all that."

How do you feel about her then?

"She's beautiful and selfless! She listens to classical music, and she has a tinkering laugh! I want to be around her, but it scares me!! I want to touch her constantly, but I don't want to hurt her! Her pain causes me pain! I don't want her to die, but I can't do anything about it!! I am just really confused," I finally stop.

"Ok," he says, trying to calm me down from my over emphatic speech, "would you like my advice?"

I nod. I'll try anything.

"Don't make any plans," he says in a tone that suggests he has just solved all my problems.

He can see the confusion on my face, and he lets out a small laugh.

"I know," he stands up, walking around his desk toward me, "it sounds too simple to work, but I think it's what you need to do. Just try to go with the flow. Don't kill her," he interjects, "and go with the flow."

"Well," I clear my throat, "thanks Carlisle. I am going to go to my room."

I turn to leave, but he stops me in my tracks with a silent statement.

Also, Edward, Rosalie had a very interesting phone call from Tanya earlier.

I don't turn back around, my body rigid with embarrassment, and a grimace forms on my face.

Emmett is quite giddy about the whole thing. You have given them a lot of ammunition, don't you think?

His thoughts are jovial and filled with mirth.

"I am sure I have" I say, regaining the power to move and leaving his office for the sanctity of my bedroom.

I lock myself in my room for the rest of the evening, reflecting on the longest, strangest and best day of my existence.

I will never be the same, and that thought actually makes me smile.

Maybe I can handle being around Bella Swan, and there is only one way to find out.

Tomorrow, I am going to talk to her.

With a decision made, I feel much more relaxed. Things are going to get better. I just know it.

I can hear my siblings come in the door downstairs. Their thoughts are amused.

Oh, Eddie, I hope you have some clothes on because I am coming up!!!!

Well, maybe some things will be worse before they get better.

I frown, and brace myself for the taunting storm that is Emmett.


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