A few hours later, I went downstairs to call up Alice and Daniella and tell them about Sam. I was dialling Alice's number when Sam started kissing me. He was like a magnet to me, I couldn't keep away. I kised him back and hung up my phone. We made our way back upstairs not a single second away from each other. "Wait, if this relationship continues, will we be able to have kids?" I asked in antitipation, biting down on my lip. "I'm not sure. Are you full or half?" I was thinking about his question slowly. "I'm not sure. My dad, Aro left when I was nine, and my little sister went off to Europe." He hesitated before saying another response. "Oh, I'm sorry."

"No, don't be."

We started kissing. I was soon in my bed again and he just ever so slightly pinned me to the bed. I didn't struggle, I liked him kissing me. I knew he loved me and I loved him. I cried myself back to sleep. Sam had to go, I wanted to go with him, but said he couldn't risk having me get hurt. At fist, I didn't understand what he was talking about, then I realized his parents would not like me. I felt someone tapping my shoulder and I looked over to see Alice. "Oooh, Erin has a boyfriend!"

"Alice, please don't."

"Don't what?"

"Don't taunt me." I started to cry. "Oh, Erin, I'm sorry. What happened?"

"He dosen't want me to meet his parents."

"Erin, it will be okay, he's probaly just shy. Daniella's wedding is in two days. Do you want to go convince her to eat a bunch of candy?"

"No, she looks pretty, don't make her too self-consious.(sp?)"

"Okay, well you don't have to, but I will."

"Bye."

"Bye."

I pulled out my notebook and started writing.


Beauty Beyond Memory

When memories cry
When memories fade and die

I'm going to grow old
My passion
My fiery passion
My flaming lust is going to grow cold

But my heart will always flow with a molten, love lava
In your name this lava flows through my veins
My heart beats for you
My heart will never cease to beat your name

When I lose my charm and my glamour
When I lose my physique and my game
When I'm old and wrinkly
When I cannot look myself in the mirror
I'll still stare at you

When memories fade
When I forget the days of the week
And the months of the year
When I mix names
And faces
The memory of you
Will always shine bright and clear
Your image
Has been burnt to my memory
I will never forget your radiance and beauty

I will die happy
With the image of your sweet smile
On my mind
And love
On my lips and in my heart.
-Erin

I typed that up and waited for Sam to come back. In about five minutes, there was a knock at the door. Not so surprisingly, it was Sam. I gave him the poem. After he read it, he had a concerned look on his face. "When you said 'I'm going to grow old'. Does that mean?"

"Yes."

"But,"

"I found my dad, he said my mom and him were human when my mom was pregnant with me. My mom died in childbirth, and my dad was changed."

"So,"

"I want you to change me."

"No, I can't."

"You said we were destined to be together, does that change things."

"Of course,but."

"No! Change me."

"Ok, this is for us."

I lay back on my bed while Sam opened his mouth, and clamped down on my neck. I screamed in agony, but keeping our love in mind