Bella gave her vampire a small smile when he told her she wasn't going to be a murderer, finding it endearing how he thought so highly of her. Yes, she had a dislike of blood (that, she remembered, she was certainly getting over, especially considering last night. ... and the other nights where blood had been involved.) and she couldn't help but wonder if it would drag over to when she became a vampire, but. ... He said it. She didn't believe it.
Part of her wanted to, though. Wanted to remain that pristine image he clearly had of her in his head.
At the topic of her lie, Bella bit her lip, turned her gaze back towards the floor even as he continued to glare ready to throw daggers in her direction.
She didn't want to lie. They weren't lying to each other anymore, right?
"Yes," she finally said after a few minutes of preparing herself for the silent wrath that would eventually follow, whether it be now ... or when they were allowed to be alone once the lights shut off. "I knew you needed to go out last night, and if I had said I was going out alone, you would have been beside yourself. I wasn't going to stop you from feeding yourself," her gaze then turned away, so he couldn't look at her face - for the moment, anyway. "Considering how much hunger hurts."
"And I wasn't going to stay alone in my room," she continued, finally turning back to look at Edward. "Because knowing my luck, something would have found me there, and I'd have been cornered. At least when I went out by myself I was able to make a run for it."
Never mind the fact that she couldn't feel any of the pain from what had happened to her last night, but she was sure he would ask about that sooner or later. If he remembered.
"So," she finished, shrugging her shoulders slowly, wincing once the pain shot down her spine. "Yes. I lied to you. And I will accept whatever punishment you feel I deserve," she turned to him then, quirking an eyebrow. "And as I recall, you said you would kill whoever it was I was with if I got hurt. Should I start writing out my will now?"
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Part of her wanted to, though. Wanted to remain that pristine image he clearly had of her in his head.
At the topic of her lie, Bella bit her lip, turned her gaze back towards the floor even as he continued to glare ready to throw daggers in her direction.
She didn't want to lie. They weren't lying to each other anymore, right?
"Yes," she finally said after a few minutes of preparing herself for the silent wrath that would eventually follow, whether it be now ... or when they were allowed to be alone once the lights shut off. "I knew you needed to go out last night, and if I had said I was going out alone, you would have been beside yourself. I wasn't going to stop you from feeding yourself," her gaze then turned away, so he couldn't look at her face - for the moment, anyway. "Considering how much hunger hurts."
"And I wasn't going to stay alone in my room," she continued, finally turning back to look at Edward. "Because knowing my luck, something would have found me there, and I'd have been cornered. At least when I went out by myself I was able to make a run for it."
Never mind the fact that she couldn't feel any of the pain from what had happened to her last night, but she was sure he would ask about that sooner or later. If he remembered.
"So," she finished, shrugging her shoulders slowly, wincing once the pain shot down her spine. "Yes. I lied to you. And I will accept whatever punishment you feel I deserve," she turned to him then, quirking an eyebrow. "And as I recall, you said you would kill whoever it was I was with if I got hurt. Should I start writing out my will now?"