TRANSFORMATION

   "I really don't want to do this, Bella," Edward's voice was icy and parted in a thin line, like walking on a slick lake.
   "You made a deal, remember? If I married you, you'd change me instead of Carlisle," my voice had a tinge like a child whining.
   Edward stared at me with a crooked smile, one I couldn't bear look away from. His topaz eyes linked with a tone of the sharpest ebony locked onto mine.
   I realized I was holding my breath, how unsuprising.
   "Bella -"
   I put my finger to his lips, interuptting. "Edward, you aren't the kind of person to break promises..."
   He put his hand to mine, pulling it away so he could speak, leaning a bit closer to my face. I could smell the sweetness of his scent drift inside my nose, my mouth, almost mouthwatering; like the same feeling Edward had around me. But soon his struggles would end.
   In three days.
   "I love you, but is this really nessecary?"
   I leaned forward to look at him more closely, my eyes locked onto his, our hands twined. "It has to be done sooner or later..."
   "Agreed, but...now?"
   "Yes, now! I've waited months for this. I married you! Please, Edward, please!"
   There wasn't another word coming from my mouth. I saw him, almost in slow motion, press his stone-like, statued body against mine, his lips lightly brushing the edges of my throat. A shiver washed over my spine in a whirl. His teeth met contact with my skin, sharp, almost prickly.
   He pulled back for a moment, staring at me, with a questioning expression, like 'last chance to turn back on this, Bella,'.  Edward smiled, his fangs in a brutal view. I could just imagine the pain that was to come...
   Then he was back again, hugging me, almost, pressing them into my flesh. It felt like a burning flame had exploded underneath the thin layer of my skin. A flash of memory burst into reality; when James had biten me in the hand at the ballet studio.
   That same fire, blazing, erupted, his cold bones trembling, icy...cold. There was a battle between the elements of feeling and expression as the agony pulsed through my inner being, the venom. The exact posion that would evolve me to just be like him, the Cullens, a vampire...
   "Bella!"
   I noticed my intense screaming, 'fire!' and biting my bottom lip until I could see blood drain from the deep bite wound. It drizzled down my neck, into the white blouse. I was too stupid to wear something so easily noticable with a blood stain.
   Edward was hugging me now, my head tucked against his hard chest, his chin rested on my head. He stroked my hair, calming my intense screaming.
   He whispered my name in his normal, velvety voice of honey. The fire and ice began to blaze and freeze, the blood rushing into my head with an intense blow.
   "What are you doing, Edward!?"
   The voice was almost a hum, but then there was another set of hands brushing away the sweat that whelled on my forehead, the tears streaming endlessly from the corners of my eyes, her cold touch almost welcoming.
   "I knew it! I saw it!"
   Alice never really admitted what she saw with her future, decision-making visions. But her voice was alarming and frightening, not the Alice I thought I knew. Never did I hear her so angry.
   "I thought you would change your mind, or even her! I can't believe it! Carlisle is going to be so -"
   "Shhh, Carlisle can live with it. We are welcoming her..."
   "In three days? Can she live that long before she might commit suicide?"
   Edward was holding me tightly now, like I was a rag doll, but still gentle compared to the hidden, bubbling strength waiting to burst patiently behind his snowy skin.
   "It's okay, Alice. Bella's one of us, now..."