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If you have not read all the twilight books (up to Eclipse) then do not read!!!!

*just after Eclipse- at Bella's*

It was the half moon, Edward's coming over. This could get no worse. Okay, maybe if I'd been more honest, then there wouldn't be a problem. But if I had told him, he might have thought I was a freak, well that was my first excuse. Then I saw how he reacted to the were-wolves... If he hates them, then what would he think of me? I don't smell bad. According to him, I smell the same. But if he comes now, then I'm done for, he'll find out my biggest secret. Only Charlie knows, and he's not going to tell anyone soon. It would be easy to keep him away, if only I could close the window. But who could close a window with these paws? I could ask Charlie, but the window is normally open this time of the month, and he doesn't exactly know about Edward's nightly visits. But he'll find out sooner or later, right? Well I know he will, we're getting married soon. Then he'll find out. But wouldn't that make it worse? Having Edward know that I kept this from him, thinking that I didn't trust him? A tremor of guilt rocked my body, how could I have kept this from him? This whole train of thought proved it; I'm a sucker for guilt trips.
Another option popped to the forefront of my mind; run away. It was a stupid idea; he'd find me in no time. But I couldn't shake the idea from my head. I started thinking it through. I could run down to the stream, that'd cloak my scent. But that was going to be hard; this shape I has an aversion to water. But it would be crucial to wipe out my scent, or Edward would find me. And I'd rather talk about this on my terms, not his. Then I'd hide out somewhere, close to his house. I could see him in the morning and tell him, on my terms. It could have worked, I never found out because Edward had entered while I had been having this thought.
"Bella never said she was getting a cat." I heard him murmur to himself, as he scratched me behind the ear. "It does explain the stuff under her bed though."
"You looked under my bed?!" I shrieked. His gaze flicked over to me, his liquid topaz eyes burning into my dark amber ones. The fur on the back fur my neck sprang up, along with the rest of it, a defence mechanism. But Edward didn't know that. He stared at me, like he'd seen a ghost.
"Bella?" he called quietly, obviously so as not to disturb Charlie. I couldn't move, let alone talk. I heard a strange sound, like a snake. I whipped round, searching at the floor. Then I realised the hissing was from me. I recognised the look, it was the same look he had given me after he'd dealt with Victoria and Riley. He was scared of me. That was worse than him hating me, or him feeling as if I didn't trust him. I calmed myself down, forcing every hair down, relaxing my muscles. Then I padded over to him.
"Edward, it's me." I whispered as soon as I was close enough. I wished that I could just race forward into his arms, and rub against him, purring to him how much I loved him. But I held myself still, about two feet away. It felt like the Grand Canyon between us, to me. He was gazing at me, incomprehension clear on his face. “Edward, it’s me, Bella.” I repeated. He gazed around, right over my head. I growled, lashing my tail. “Hello? Edward? Down here! The small brown furry thing!” I rolled my eyes. How could he be so… I searched for the word… dense?
“Bella?” Edward stage-whispered. “Come on, Bella. This isn’t funny. Come out.” He chuckled, looking in my closet. As if there would be room. ~Then moved on to look in every other possible, and impossible, hiding place in my room. “Okay, I give up.” He waited expectantly. “Come on, you win. Now will you come out?”
“Edward, I’m sorry!” I whimpered, running over to him. I rubbed myself against his ankles. “Please, Edward. It’s me. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before…” I planted my fore-paws on his knees, trying to reach his level; look into his topaz eyes; will him to be angry with me. Anything was better than his pain. “Edward, please.” I felt my whiskers and tail droop as the last syllable trembled out of my mouth. He didn’t recognise me, never would.
“Oh, Bella.” He murmured, sitting on the bed. I leapt up next to him. I still marvelled at how, even with my heightened sense of smell, his scent was like nothing I’d never smelt. I inhaled deeply, drawing his scent around me. I was looking for comfort, all I got was a huge jolt of anger. Rushing through me, it ignited my whole body, nose to tail-tip, burning throughout me, as if trying to escape. The anger seemed to trip a switch. I felt myself grow.
“Oh God!” I cried, launching myself out the window. I just made it, changing as I flew through the air. A housecat jumped, a tiger landed. I turned, just in time to see Edward’s bewildered face.
“Come on!” I called to him. For once I felt free. No chains, walls, fences, not even the restriction to one shape, bound me. It was just me, and Edward. Us and the open road. I had changed no less than five times by the time Edward joined me.
“Bella?” his velvet voice was distinctly confused. He reached a cold hand towards me, and I embraced it, saying “yeah, it’s me.” I blinked at him affectionately. “Wanna race?” I begged, changing into a cheetah. “Or at least a run!”
“Wait.” Edward sat on the moss-covered roots of a tree, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Can you tell me what’s going on?”
I sighed, changing back into a tiger. “I’m a were-cat, okay. Look, I’m sorry for not telling you earlier. I was building confidence…” I rolled on my back, a surrendering gesture. “But then, I saw your reaction to…” I choked his name out, “Jacob… and the other were-wolves…” I sat up strait, looking deep into his eyes. “What was I supposed to think? After that, how did I know that, if I told you, the reaction wouldn’t be the same?” I looked at him with pleading eyes. “Please, tell me you forgive me.”
He stood. I cringed. Scared of his response, his anger. There was none, just his liquid laughter. “Oh, Bella!” He chuckled. “How could you think that?”
It was a rhetorical question, but my answer was a deep rumbling from my chest, obscuring all other sound.
When he could be heard, Edward murmured “I could never hate you, I love you. I will always love you, nothing could ever change that.” He fondled my ears, chuckling “Silly Bella.”
I hid my embarrassment by leaping on him and giving his hair a good groom.
“Bella!” He laughed. Having demolished his carefully-styled-hair, I ran off. I whizzed through the forest, for about five minutes. Skidding to a halt, I stopped, panting with exhilaration. Without paying attention to what I was doing, I stepped on some bracken. The dry rustling scared a mouse out of some nearby grass, and into its hole. Its scent made my mouth water. I felt so hungry. I searched for a scent of bigger game, and finding one, followed it.
Finally, I’d found what I was looking for, some deer, strange to find in these parts, but there was a good meal on them. I chose my prey instantaneously, a small buck. He had stopped a slight distance away from the others, and was limping. If I circled round a little, it’d be in easy pouncing distance. I changed into a smaller cat, to aid my stalking and cause less noise from breaking sticks and such. I whisked round towards my quarry, soon I was in the perfect spot. I changed into a tiger. Perfect, I growled to myself and readied to spring. My hindquarters twitched, a count-down, on the third I’d spring. Once, twice, I bunched my muscles, and sprang. I made quick work of it, knocking it over with my leap, and biting strait down on the neck before it had time to struggle. With it dead, and the rest of the herd having run off, I skinned it quickly, my claws quicker and better than any knife. Its pelt was off in seconds and, what’s more, in one piece. It smelt so delicious, an enticing, meaty stench rolled off it and into my twitching nostrils. My mouth watered. I took one bite, and another, and another. Soon half the prey was gone, and I was full. It had been a little tough, possibly a little stringy, but scrumptious all the same. I savoured the taste, thinking what to do with the rest of it. I licked my muzzle; the blood was still warm, its sweet taste singing of the prey and the forest in my mouth. I decided to take it back and hide it somewhere cool and shady; where I could come back to it, if I got hungry during the night. I bit off the tendons that kept the eaten and uneaten parts of the deer together. Picking up the remains, I dragged them back to my house. Well, most of the way there.
I was over half way back when Edward found me.
“I’ve been looking everywhere!” He greeted me. “Where were…” He trailed off, staring at the half-eaten deer.
“Hi.” I said, having put down the remains of my hunting trip. I could tell my voice was strained. I stood over the remains; instinctively protecting it from him. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid! I told myself. What’s he gonna do with that? He doesn’t even eat!
Edward just stared at me and the half deer, his eyes flicking between me and it. He looked, for the want of some better words, creeped-out.

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If you have not read all the twilight books (up to Eclipse) then do not read!!!!

*just after Eclipse- at Bella's*

It was the half moon, Edward's coming over. This could get no worse. Okay, maybe if I'd been more honest, then there wouldn't be a problem. But if I had told him, he might have thought I was a freak, well that was my first excuse. Then I saw how he reacted to the were-wolves... If he hates them, then what would he think of me? I don't smell bad. According to him, I smell the same. But if he comes now, then I'm done for, he'll find out my biggest secret. Only Charlie knows, and he's not going to tell anyone soon. It would be easy to keep him away, if only I could close the window. But who could close a window with these paws? I could ask Charlie, but the window is normally open this time of the month, and he doesn't exactly know about Edward's nightly visits. But he'll find out sooner or later, right? Well I know he will, we're getting married soon. Then he'll find out. But wouldn't that make it worse? Having Edward know that I kept this from him, thinking that I didn't trust him? A tremor of guilt rocked my body, how could I have kept this from him? This whole train of thought proved it; I'm a sucker for guilt trips.
Another option popped to the forefront of my mind; run away. It was a stupid idea; he'd find me in no time. But I couldn't shake the idea from my head. I started thinking it through. I could run down to the stream, that'd cloak my scent. But that was going to be hard; this shape I has an aversion to water. But it would be crucial to wipe out my scent, or Edward would find me. And I'd rather talk about this on my terms, not his. Then I'd hide out somewhere, close to his house. I could see him in the morning and tell him, on my terms. It could have worked, I never found out because Edward had entered while I had been having this thought.
"Bella never said she was getting a cat." I heard him murmur to himself, as he scratched me behind the ear. "It does explain the stuff under her bed though."
"You looked under my bed?!" I shrieked. His gaze flicked over to me, his liquid topaz eyes burning into my dark amber ones. The fur on the back fur my neck sprang up, along with the rest of it, a defence mechanism. But Edward didn't know that. He stared at me, like he'd seen a ghost.
"Bella?" he called quietly, obviously so as not to disturb Charlie. I couldn't move, let alone talk. I heard a strange sound, like a snake. I whipped round, searching at the floor. Then I realised the hissing was from me. I recognised the look, it was the same look he had given me after he'd dealt with Victoria and Riley. He was scared of me. That was worse than him hating me, or him feeling as if I didn't trust him. I calmed myself down, forcing every hair down, relaxing my muscles. Then I padded over to him.
"Edward, it's me." I whispered as soon as I was close enough. I wished that I could just race forward into his arms, and rub against him, purring to him how much I loved him. But I held myself still, about two feet away. It felt like the Grand Canyon between us, to me. He was gazing at me, incomprehension clear on his face. “Edward, it’s me, Bella.” I repeated. He gazed around, right over my head. I growled, lashing my tail. “Hello? Edward? Down here! The small brown furry thing!” I rolled my eyes. How could he be so… I searched for the word… dense?
“Bella?” Edward stage-whispered. “Come on, Bella. This isn’t funny. Come out.” He chuckled, looking in my closet. As if there would be room. ~Then moved on to look in every other possible, and impossible, hiding place in my room. “Okay, I give up.” He waited expectantly. “Come on, you win. Now will you come out?”
“Edward, I’m sorry!” I whimpered, running over to him. I rubbed myself against his ankles. “Please, Edward. It’s me. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before…” I planted my fore-paws on his knees, trying to reach his level; look into his topaz eyes; will him to be angry with me. Anything was better than his pain. “Edward, please.” I felt my whiskers and tail droop as the last syllable trembled out of my mouth. He didn’t recognise me, never would.
“Oh, Bella.” He murmured, sitting on the bed. I leapt up next to him. I still marvelled at how, even with my heightened sense of smell, his scent was like nothing I’d never smelt. I inhaled deeply, drawing his scent around me. I was looking for comfort, all I got was a huge jolt of anger. Rushing through me, it ignited my whole body, nose to tail-tip, burning throughout me, as if trying to escape. The anger seemed to trip a switch. I felt myself grow.
“Oh God!” I cried, launching myself out the window. I just made it, changing as I flew through the air. A housecat jumped, a tiger landed. I turned, just in time to see Edward’s bewildered face.
“Come on!” I called to him. For once I felt free. No chains, walls, fences, not even the restriction to one shape, bound me. It was just me, and Edward. Us and the open road. I had changed no less than five times by the time Edward joined me.
“Bella?” his velvet voice was distinctly confused. He reached a cold hand towards me, and I embraced it, saying “yeah, it’s me.” I blinked at him affectionately. “Wanna race?” I begged, changing into a cheetah. “Or at least a run!”
“Wait.” Edward sat on the moss-covered roots of a tree, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Can you tell me what’s going on?”
I sighed, changing back into a tiger. “I’m a were-cat, okay. Look, I’m sorry for not telling you earlier. I was building confidence…” I rolled on my back, a surrendering gesture. “But then, I saw your reaction to…” I choked his name out, “Jacob… and the other were-wolves…” I sat up strait, looking deep into his eyes. “What was I supposed to think? After that, how did I know that, if I told you, the reaction wouldn’t be the same?” I looked at him with pleading eyes. “Please, tell me you forgive me.”
He stood. I cringed. Scared of his response, his anger. There was none, just his liquid laughter. “Oh, Bella!” He chuckled. “How could you think that?”
It was a rhetorical question, but my answer was a deep rumbling from my chest, obscuring all other sound.
When he could be heard, Edward murmured “I could never hate you, I love you. I will always love you, nothing could ever change that.” He fondled my ears, chuckling “Silly Bella.”
I hid my embarrassment by leaping on him and giving his hair a good groom.
“Bella!” He laughed. Having demolished his carefully-styled-hair, I ran off. I whizzed through the forest, for about five minutes. Skidding to a halt, I stopped, panting with exhilaration. Without paying attention to what I was doing, I stepped on some bracken. The dry rustling scared a mouse out of some nearby grass, and into its hole. Its scent made my mouth water. I felt so hungry. I searched for a scent of bigger game, and finding one, followed it.
Finally, I’d found what I was looking for, some deer, strange to find in these parts, but there was a good meal on them. I chose my prey instantaneously, a small buck. He had stopped a slight distance away from the others, and was limping. If I circled round a little, it’d be in easy pouncing distance. I changed into a smaller cat, to aid my stalking and cause less noise from breaking sticks and such. I whisked round towards my quarry, soon I was in the perfect spot. I changed into a tiger. Perfect, I growled to myself and readied to spring. My hindquarters twitched, a count-down, on the third I’d spring. Once, twice, I bunched my muscles, and sprang. I made quick work of it, knocking it over with my leap, and biting strait down on the neck before it had time to struggle. With it dead, and the rest of the herd having run off, I skinned it quickly, my claws quicker and better than any knife. Its pelt was off in seconds and, what’s more, in one piece. It smelt so delicious, an enticing, meaty stench rolled off it and into my twitching nostrils. My mouth watered. I took one bite, and another, and another. Soon half the prey was gone, and I was full. It had been a little tough, possibly a little stringy, but scrumptious all the same. I savoured the taste, thinking what to do with the rest of it. I licked my muzzle; the blood was still warm, its sweet taste singing of the prey and the forest in my mouth. I decided to take it back and hide it somewhere cool and shady; where I could come back to it, if I got hungry during the night. I bit off the tendons that kept the eaten and uneaten parts of the deer together. Picking up the remains, I dragged them back to my house. Well, most of the way there.
I was over half way back when Edward found me.
“I’ve been looking everywhere!” He greeted me. “Where were…” He trailed off, staring at the half-eaten deer.
“Hi.” I said, having put down the remains of my hunting trip. I could tell my voice was strained. I stood over the remains; instinctively protecting it from him. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid! I told myself. What’s he gonna do with that? He doesn’t even eat!
Edward just stared at me and the half deer, his eyes flicking between me and it. He looked, for the want of some better words, creeped-out.