A/N: Hey everyone! I bet you didn't expect to see another update, huh? Well, I got to thinking and talking with my husband and I was telling him how disappointed I was that I couldn't share some of my earlier ideas for the story with you all. When he asked why I couldn't, I realized that I absolutely could... in the form of Outtakes! This first scene is one that I did back when the story only had one chapter and I was really uncertain of where the story was going (at one point I had a huge kidnapping plot involving the wolves, never would have worked out) but I really love the emotions in it. I'm sure you'll see that I tried to keep some of the dialogue intact for what became "Chapter Seven" but this scene had some potential that never got to see the light of day. Well, I am sharing it with you now (completely unedited), hope you enjoy! Oh, and I have at least one more Outtake to share with you all later :) (This scene was written back in 2010... scary!)

Outtake #1 or "First Kiss"

"What's on the agenda for today, Monopoly, Life or Pay Day?" I asked as I sorted through the games in the closet. Edward and I were spending the afternoon together, just as we had every day since Tanya's family had gone on an extended hunting trip. "If we are playing Monopoly, I want to be the hat."

I turned to look at Edward and see what his reaction might be to me claiming his favorite piece. He didn't look put out or even eager to play one of the many games that Tanya's family had stashed away. I could understand his reluctance, we had spent every day of the past week playing board games and it was getting a little old.

"Actually, I had something else in mind for today," he said in a cautious tone that immediately put me on my guard.

"Alice and Jasper are watching a movie downstairs; did you want to join them?" I asked, trying to decipher the look in his eyes. I had been with Edward and his family for close to three months now, but I still didn't know them as well as I wished I did. It wasn't as though there was going to be a lack of time to get to know them, but it was still unnerving to be living in a world I didn't understand with people I didn't really know.

Edward had become my friend though, as strange as that thought would have seemed when I first became a member of his secret world. Though, friend might not have been the right word. Ever since my disastrous hunting trip with Edward, Alice and Jasper a month ago, things had seemed different between us. It seemed like Edward and I were dancing around the edges of a big change that was headed straight for us. Any day now our relationship was going to shift into something else… I was just afraid of what it might be.

"No, I don't want to join Alice and Jasper," he said seriously. He rolled off the sofa he had been lounging on and he walked toward me slowly, knowing that I wouldn't be able to stop myself from reacting if he came at me too fast.

"Then what do you want?" I was confused now and confusion didn't work well for me. I became jumpy and quick to run at the first sign of provocation. I didn't want to run from Edward or the others, but I was incapable of controlling myself. It made life difficult on all of us.

"Bella, would you mind if I tried something?" Edward asked me, taking another step toward me. His eyes were gentle but there was also something else there that unsettled me. It was hunger.

The hunger confused me for a moment while I tried to rationalize my scrambled thoughts. Why would he be looking at me with hunger in his eyes? I wasn't human; I couldn't possibly tempt him that way any longer and… oh. It wasn't that kind of hunger.

I fought my natural instinct to flee and instead I held my ground. I had to remind myself that this was Edward and though my fragile and heightened emotional state was working against me, I suddenly realized that I wanted to be his more than anything in the world. This was the change that we were headed towards and I only now understood that this was what I had wanted from the beginning.

My mind and body refused to cooperate with each other though. I was poised for flight while simultaneously waiting to see what Edward wanted to do. It was the hunger in his eyes that made everything so much more difficult to deal with. I knew how to react to an angry Edward, or a gentle one, but this hungry sort of wanting made me nervous. It didn't matter that I knew he wouldn't hurt me; it was fear of the unknown that was going to send me flying out of here if he took another step toward me.

I began to shake, fear and indecision clouding my rational mind and making me feel like the newborn I was. I hated that feeling! It was making it so hard to get what I wanted, even when what I wanted was right in front of me, being offered up on a silver platter. I wished that I were like the others here, able to control my emotions and needs. It was so frustrating making stupid mistakes while they all looked at me sympathetically.

"Edward…" I moaned piteously, unable to make up my mind about whether I should agree to this or not. I wanted to agree! I wanted to let him try anything he wanted as long as he stayed close to me. Unfortunately I wasn't rational enough to do that.

His eyes softened even more, understanding exactly the dilemma that faced me now. "Just hold still, I'll come toward you slowly and I swear I won't hurt you," he promised me.

I nodded, forcing myself to stay completely still though my eyes followed Edward's every step towards me. He was incredibly slow and careful, seeming to have all the time in the world to reach my side. When his hands finally settled themselves on my shoulders I felt myself relax a bit, this wasn't so hard after all. It felt nice to feel the weight of his hands on my arms.

I smiled up at him and he positively beamed back at me. There was nothing in the world that compared to Edward when he was happy. It was like the sun shining out at me from his face. "This feels nice," I said with a contented sigh.

"Bella, I want you to put your hands on my shoulders, all right?"

I hesitated for a moment before I let myself touch him. This was something I had dreamed of doing since that day I had seen him coming back from his hunt with Tanya. His skin had sparkled so brightly in the reflection of the sun off the snow; I had wanted to see if the feel of him could compare to the sight. Now he was telling me it was okay and I wanted it badly.

The moment my hands came to rest on his shoulders he pulled me in a little closer to his body, we were almost touching. I wondered what he would do if I pushed myself all the way into his arms and wrapped myself around him. I was quickly realizing that for the past several months since I had become a vampire I hadn't had much physical contact of any kind. Well, unless you counted Alice's restraining arms, and I didn't really think that counted.

"Edward?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yes, Bella?" His eyes were such a beautiful liquid gold that I lost myself in them for a moment. Dammit, I was getting distracted again!

"W-would you mind if I hugged you?" I kept my eyes down in case he denied me. I didn't expect him to want my touch as badly as I wanted and feared his. He was probably wondering how to refuse me, while at the same time thinking that I didn't know how to make up my mind. Which was true, I honestly had no idea how to keep my thoughts and feelings consistent from one moment to the next. It was probably going to be the death of me.

"Look at me," Edward commanded gently. I slowly raised my eyes to his and was surprised not to see frustration or amusement in the golden depths. He moved his hand to my cheek and stroked my skin with absolute tenderness. "I would like nothing more than to feel your arms around me."

Timidly I moved my hands from his shoulders and wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling myself against his chest. I pressed my face into his shirt, unable to look up at him and see if the contact of our bodies was as overwhelming to him as it was to me. I wanted to feel his arms around me, to know for sure that he wanted me to be right where I was. It didn't matter that he had said he wanted me close, words didn't mean anything if they weren't backed up by actions.

I waited for several eternal moments, trying to convince myself to move away from him but knowing that I would stay until he pushed me away. When I couldn't take the waiting anymore I tore my gaze away from his chest and looked up into his eyes.

The longing and need in his eyes was so intense that I tried to back away, but Edward wasn't going to let that happen. He snatched me back to his chest, burying his face in my hair. "Please, put your arms around me again," he begged me hoarsely.

I immediately complied, letting myself enjoy the moment. Nothing I had ever felt could compare to this, to being held by Edward. I rested my head against his chest and breathed in the scent of him. It was sunshine and chocolate and laughter, everything good in the world was contained in his scent. I loved it.

"Was this what you wanted to try?" I asked him, letting my fingers trace a pattern on his shirt.

"Not exactly," he murmured, "But this was a good first step toward the goal."

I looked up and his eyes met mine, the hunger was back but I steeled myself against running from him. If I retreated now I would never have the courage to give Edward another chance. Losing him was unthinkable, so I had to fight my instincts in order to keep going.

"What do you want?" I asked again, wetting my lips with my tongue in my nervousness.

Edward's eyes followed the movement of my tongue with seeming fascination that was accompanied by a growl of need when I stopped. "Bella," he moaned, his hand sliding to the back of my neck.

I stopped breathing, stopped moving, stopped everything that would possibly divert him from what he was about to do. I knew he was about to kiss me and I realized that it was what I wanted more than anything I had ever wanted before. It seemed that every touch we shared just made me want more and more. It was a craving now, a craving for anything he would give me.

"Please," I begged. It was barely more than a whisper but he must have sensed that my need for him was matching his own need for me.

He groaned just one word before our lips met, but it was the most beautiful word I had ever heard, rough with need, desire and promise, "Yes."

I was expecting something hard and powerful, but the touch of his lips on mine was surprisingly gentle. They moved against mine with tenderness and longing, but the driving need I had felt in him only moments before had disappeared. I wasn't sure if it was what I wanted or not. Soon I couldn't think at all.

I tentatively put my arms around his neck and kissed him back, letting all of the wanting I had felt over the past few months pour into our kiss. Edward kept it light and sweet, his lips only sampling the feast I was desperate to give him.

All too soon he lifted his head away from mine and looked into my eyes again. It stunned me to see that the need I thought had vanished had only increased. There was a fire in the gold that should have scared me, but didn't. I was seeing now that he had held back on our kiss because of me. He knew that I was all emotion right now and that rational thought had no place in my mind. "I don't want to take advantage of you," he said, his voice raspy with restrained passion.

"Edward, I want to be with you," I responded and before he could react I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him with all the passion I could muster.

He groaned into my mouth, surrendering to the feelings that had taken over us. The lips that had touched so cautiously before were now feasting on the other; tongues clashed and dueled, making me shiver with the deliciousness of it. The smell of him was nothing in comparison to the taste of him. It was like honey, the sweetest thing in the world, and I craved more of it.

I fisted my hands in his shirt and pulled him even closer to me, but it still wasn't enough. My body had gone into auto-pilot, it moved without my having any conscious thought of it. I felt Edward's hand in my hair, holding my lips to his with a vice grip. It was only when I began to wonder where his other hand had gone that I pulled away with a gasp of real fear.

"Bella?" Edward asked cautiously, his breath coming in sharp pants.

I straightened from my crouched defensive position and tried to remember what had made me pull away from him. When the memory of his hand on my bare back flashed before my eyes I felt that burst of fear again.

While it was true that our kiss had been as intimate as any, I hadn't been expecting to feel his touch on my bare skin. It was as if he had broken some rule that I hadn't known I had. "I wasn't expecting…" How would he understand when I didn't understand myself?

"Come back, I won't hurt you," he promised. The lure of his arms was too great; I dashed back across the room and let him hold me again. "I'm sorry if I moved too quickly for you, I've never actually kissed anyone before."

"Tanya kisses you all the time," I reminded him, feeling incredibly hostile toward the memory. It had always bothered me, but since Edward didn't belong to me I couldn't say anything. Had our afternoon together changed that? Would I have a say in how Tanya acted toward him? It felt too soon to ask him about it even though it was obvious that there was no going back. We had fallen right over the edge of change and it was done now. He and I could never just be friends again.

"Tanya may kiss me, but have you ever seen me kiss her back?" he asked, bringing me out of my thoughts and back into the conversation.

"What do you mean? You never push her away," I pointed out, clearly not understanding much about kissing.

Edward chuckled and pressed his lips lightly to mine. "Have you ever seen me seek her out and show her affection of the kind we have just shared? I'm not interested in Tanya. The kisses she has given me mean nothing because I don't think about them or reciprocate."

"So, you have never touched anyone the way you just touched me?" I asked, skeptical and curious at the same time. I couldn't believe that he had lived for so many years without finding someone he wanted for at least a short period of time.

Edward brushed my hair from my forehead and looked into my eyes. "I've never wanted anyone the way I want you."

I felt warmth in my chest that blossomed throughout my whole being. Edward wanted me; he actually said that he wanted me. I would have danced if I thought he wouldn't laugh at me. "I'm sorry that I ran away from you," I said sheepishly.

"Actually, I'm not surprised that you did. I've pushed you a little too far, too quickly and you are ruled by your emotions," he hesitated for a moment, "If I promised to go slowly would you let me try again?"

In answer I pushed myself against him as close as I could get and wrapped my arms around his neck. "You could kiss me again too… if you wanted," I said, my face pressed against his neck.

"It would probably be better if we tried one thing at a time, I'll be less likely to get carried away," he said ruefully as he placed his hands on the small of my back.

"I liked when you got carried away," I admitted, grateful that I could no longer blush and give my embarrassment away.

Even though I couldn't see his face, I somehow knew that he was grinning in response to my comment. "Even so, I don't want to frighten you."

I pushed my face closer into the hollow of his neck as I felt his fingers reach the hem of my blouse. The first moment his fingers touched my skin was electrifying, I shuddered in his arms and tried to keep myself together. It felt nice, but it also brought a strange feeling to the pit of my stomach. Slowly his fingers moved up my back with gentle caresses, making me stifle my moan of surrender into his neck. He splayed his hands wide and moved them across the skin, big patches of warmth following the movement of his hands.

"I don't have to be careful with you, do I?" he asked, though I assumed he was talking more to himself than to me, so I didn't respond. I just pressed a kiss to his neck and smiled in pleasure at the growl I pulled from him.

Edward's hands moved down my back, further and further until he reached the waistband of my jeans. "Forgive me," he said hoarsely and he grabbed my bottom, hitching my legs off the ground and around his waist in one smooth movement. I groaned my approval, still kissing his neck, but squeezing my legs tighter, so I could be pressed against him as much as I was able.

I didn't even realize that Edward had started walking across the room until I felt my back crash into a wall. The impact didn't faze me; all I thought was that now I was positioned between Edward's nice hard body and a wall. It was going to make it much easier to get exactly what I wanted in this position.

He must have been thinking the same thing as I was, because he bent his head down at the same time I lifted mine up. The meeting of our lips was like a match to gasoline. I grabbed at him wildly, pushing my body tight to his. Edward growled again, grinding his body against mine. I smiled against his lips, enjoying the realization that every part of him was hard and solid.

It should have terrified me, but the passion I felt was clouding my mind. I couldn't think of anything that wasn't Edward. I could only feel his body against mine, his lips and tongue tangling with my own. The world had condensed into the small space that confined the two of us and our need for each other.

"The bed," I moaned as Edward took his lips from mine and began tracing his tongue down the side of my neck. His body ground against mine again and suddenly I felt as though I were on fire. I was hot and aching and only Edward could douse the flames, though it seemed like he was intent on fanning them higher first.

Finally my words must have penetrated the sexual haze that surrounded us because he moved from the wall and flew to the bed without moving his hands, lips or body from mine. That was fine with me of course; I would have been content to never leave this room again if it meant I got to enjoy Edward forever.

I was reaching up to begin unbuttoning his shirt when both of us froze. There were footsteps on the stairs, Alice's footsteps. Edward let out a snarl that would have sent me running if I hadn't known that it was meant for Alice who was coming to intrude on our privacy.

"Tell her to go away," I growled at him. Edward nodded fiercely, pressing a quick but scorching kiss to my neck before going to get the door.

"Edward, I know that this isn't a good time, but Tanya and the others are going to be returning from their hunting trip in exactly five minutes," Alice said, her hands raised in front of her in a 'don't shoot the messenger' sort of way.

Edward swore fiercely and then looked back at me. I wasn't sure how I looked, but thoroughly aroused and annoyed was probably not a good way for Tanya to see me when she got back. She hated me enough as it was. Edward looked as though he was torn between joining me back on the bed and to hell with the consequences, and kicking me out so we could both be respectable when everyone got home.

"Okay, we will be downstairs in a minute," Edward said frustrated, shoving a hand through his hair.

Alice shot a wide grin over at me before flouncing back downstairs to Jasper. I should have known that she would be thrilled about us, so she wouldn't have disturbed us unless she thought it was absolutely necessary.

"Edward…" I began, but he didn't let me finish. He was at my side before I could say anything else and he was pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

"Trust me; we will finish this another time. Maybe we can go hunting alone together later this week," he suggested.

"Are you going to tell the family about this?" I asked and then wished that I hadn't. Perhaps there wasn't an us, maybe this was just all about the physical gratification. If it was, I didn't really want to know. It would ruin everything.

"Of course I will, what kind of man do you think I am?" he asked incredulously.

"Are we…" I didn't know exactly how to ask what I was thinking. I wanted to know if he wanted me forever or for just a little while. Was he as desperate for love as I was? Did he know how much I needed confirmation that this wasn't just a fling? How did I get all of that into one simple question?

"Bella?" he asked in confusion. I stared at him for an immeasurable moment before I forced myself to look away. He didn't need me to push all of my insecurities on him. It wasn't fair after only one kiss… no matter how intimate it had been.

"We can talk about this later," I finally said and offered him my hand. If he was really going to tell everyone about us they could handle us holding hands at the very least.

"I don't want you to be upset," he said, a crease between his eyes.

Honestly I couldn't pinpoint why I was so upset, but I knew it was more than likely just my fragile emotional state. I could only really feel one thing at a time and now that my body wasn't plastered against Edward's, I was feeling worried and frightened again. I didn't need to give Tanya any more reasons to hate me, and my extremely new and still tenuous relationship with Edward wasn't going to endear me to her very much.

Edward took my hand and pulled me up off the bed, helping me straighten out my rumpled clothes a bit. "You look beautiful," he whispered in my ear and pressed a kiss to the sensitive spot just behind it.

"Thanks, I guess it's time to face the lions," I muttered.

Edward laughed, "They aren't going to attack you, Carmen and Kate love you," he reminded me.

"Yeah well, I wouldn't be so sure about Tanya. I may have to watch my back for awhile," I said with a sigh and this time he didn't correct me.

As soon as we made it downstairs Alice immediately rushed to my side and threw her arms around my neck. "I just knew this would happen! I saw it months ago when he first changed you," she whispered excitedly.

I smiled at her vaguely, unable to share in her enthusiasm. Could it really have been just two minutes ago that I was wrapped in Edward's arms, his body hard against mine as we moved onto the bed? Now it seemed like it had all been a dream. We were standing so formally next to each other that if we hadn't been holding hands you would assume we were complete strangers. Was Edward really mine?

Jasper walked to my side and put a hand on my shoulder. "Before they get home I think there is something you should know," he said quietly. I let him pull me away from the others a bit so we could talk.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I could feel your confusion and I wanted to let you know that Edward doesn't show his affection lightly. Before you joined us he had never looked twice at any female. Don't drive him away by not believing his feelings for you," he said seriously. I looked over my shoulder to where Edward stood, his eyes on me, warm and affectionate.

"Anything else?" I asked, a little surprised that Jasper would care enough about me to make sure I didn't make a mistake this big.

"Tanya doesn't really care about Edward, she just hates to lose. Be careful around her," he said and with that he walked back to Alice's side.

As I walked back to Edward, I wrapped my arms tightly around him, holding him close to me. "Thank you for letting me in," I whispered to him. He didn't say anything back, but he didn't really need to. He just pressed a kiss to my head and held me close.

"They're here," he and Alice said together and I stiffened looking up toward the window. Well… this was it, the moment of truth. I wasn't sure if my new found relationship would hold up under the stress it was about to face, but Jasper told me to trust, so that was all I could do.

I tried to pull out of Edward's arms but he tightened his grip around my waist, keeping me firmly at his side. I couldn't help but feel safer in his arms; Tanya would have to get through him to get to me. Perhaps that is what he was thinking as well, because he tightened his arms around me as the door flew open.

Tanya stepped into the house, her strawberry blonde hair glinting in the sunlight streaming in through the open door. She froze just inside the doorway, her eyes growing wide and strangely blank as she stared at Edward and me. I wished I could just disappear and leave Edward to explain, but I knew it was cowardly. I just didn't know how to make things right.

"Tanya, why are you blocking the door? We… oh…" Kate had pushed Tanya out of the way and stepped into the living room before she finally saw what had caused Tanya's sudden stop.

Kate was looking from Edward to me and back again, but there was no hint of the blankness I was seeing in Tanya's eyes, or the hatred I had assumed I would see. She looked curious, but happy for us. Obviously she didn't feel that Edward belonged to her sister, which made me like her even more than I did already.

Irina on the other hand seemed to take Tanya's side. Her golden eyes flashed with malice as she walked into the room and saw Edward's arms around me. Her lips pulled back into a snarl as she looked into my eyes. "What a lovely sight to come home to," she said fiercely.

"Irina? What's wrong?" Carmen's voice came from outside. Kate quickly moved into the house to give Carmen and Eleazar room to enter.

There was another moment of silence as the slightly older couple stared at us. I was beginning to feel like my earlier desire to run away wasn't cowardly at all, but the intelligent choice, when Carmen opened up her arms and pulled me into a tight hug. "Ah, felicitaciones, pequiñita!" She pressed a kiss to my forehead and then to Edward's.

"You have made an excellent choice of mate, Edward," Eleazar said, beaming at both of us.

Mate? Was I missing something? Had the family seen or recognized something that I had missed?

In my musings I hadn't even realized that Irina and Tanya had left the house until I heard a loud crashing noise from outside. "What's that?" I asked, startled.

Everyone around me winced, but it was Kate who spoke. "Tanya is throwing trees," she said simply, but I had a feeling there was more to it than that.

"Well, since she and Irina will most likely be occupied for several hours, would you like to take a walk with me?" Edward asked casually.

"Sure, it would be nice to get some fresh air," I responded, hoping I sounded as casual as Edward did. I was dying to get alone with him again, to fist my hands in his hair and press my lips to his. As we walked out of the house I purposefully ignored looking at Jasper, I didn't want to know that he knew what I was feeling at this moment. It was just too private and too new to share.

Edward steered me away from the forest and instead lured me out into the mountainous region behind the house. I was grateful that we wouldn't be walking through the "rejected female" ridden area, that hazard would be the death of me, I was sure of it.