Life in Forks.

She groaned in agitation and let her body fall loosely.
"It's okay," she said.

 

"No it's not, you're hurting because of me." he said.

 

She shook her head.
"Please don't argue with me just yet..." she said.

 

"But it's my fault, if I hadn't believed those mutts, you wouldn't be like this." he said.

 

She let out another scream and clenched her hand.
"Don't argue with me," she said in a high breathing out tone.

 

"I'm sorry." he said, ashamed of himself.

 

She breathed slightly.
"John...putting yourself down won't help anything... Please, for our sake don't try to.. I love you too much," she said.

 

"I love you too." he said.

 

She smiled and closed her eyes, letting the pain take her into a soft sleep

 

John sat by her side and kissed her hand.

 

She let her breathing become shallow and short. In her sleep she couldn't feel any pain, or any soreness. It was her mind helping her through this.

 

He pulled the knife out of her and bandaged her up.

 

She breathed slowly and dreamed easily of her future life as a vampire.

 

He sat there listening to her heartbeat.

 

Kimmy still lye there asleep. She felt comfortable, then felt another burn through her body. She still felt asleep, but didn't want to wake up.
"Oww!" she shrieked, pressing her hand against her neck.

 

He sighed, feeling bad that she was in pain because of him. But he knew it was the only way to save her.

 

She put her hand down and woke up softly. She sat up slightly.

 

"You shold stay laying down." he said.

 

She shook her head.
"I don't like the floor," she said.

 

"I'll bring you to my bed then." he said, gently picking her up.