She twisted her soda can in her hand, her eyes staring out into the pattering rain that fell against the windows. Her breath was steamy as it landed on the cool glass and blocked her view of the forest outside.

“It’s time,” a voice solemnly declared. The voice was sweet, but hard and demanding. She looked at the body that gave off the voice and smiled. He was there. He had agreed to it on her twenty-first birthday. She had wanted it earlier, but agreed when he said he would do it later. He always kept his promises, no matter how odd they may have seemed.

Upon seeing her smile, he frowned and his eyes turned black. He closed them sharply upon feeling his urges and then opened them again, his eyes hazel.

“Please Edward,” Bella declared. “I want to spend eternity with you. Please.”

He didn’t want to do it. To damn her soul to hell was something that she didn’t understand. She didn’t live the way that he did. He had been cursed with this and she wanted it as a blessing. This was no blessing.

Slowly, she turned her eyes back to the dreary outside, the rain hitting the window so hard that the raindrops broke into thousands of pieces into other raindrops. The rain wasn’t an omen anymore as she placed her warm hand on the window, feeling how cold the window was.

This would be how she would feel for the rest of her life: cold.

“Edward,” Bella said slowly. “Why?”

He looked down. He couldn’t read her mind, what was he going to say? “Why what?” came to him in a flash.

“Why didn’t you let me become a vampire on my eighteenth birthday?”

“You don’t want to be a vampire, honestly, you don’t,” he sighed, his voice attempting to coax her out of making him do what she wanted today.

“Yes I do. I want to spend eternity with you. I’m twenty-one today. You’re still seventeen. I’m getting older and soon I’ll be wrinkled and in a wheelchair. I don’t want to end up like that. People will think of you as my grandson, not my boyfriend.”