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A ridiculously potent scent to demand my attention, a silent mind to enflame my curiosity, a quiet beauty to hold my eyes, a selfless soul to earn my awe.

I could not dream of her. She should not dream of me.

She was too vulnerable for this world. She needed a protector. And through some twisted mismanagement of destiny, I was the closest thing available.

Run, Bella, run. I love you to much, for your good or mine.

Could a dead, frozen heart break? It felt as though my would.

There was no evidence of any kind of danger... aside from myself.

The only way I could be positive she was safe was if there was someone in place to catch the meteorite right before it could touch her.

What where the odds, after all, that the girl would come to live in a town with a decent percentage of vampires as permanent residents? What were the odds that she would appeal to one so perfectly?

Did I love her? I did not think so. Not yet. Alice's glimpse of that future had stayed with me, though, and I could see how easy it would be to fall into loving Bella. It would be exactly like falling: effortless. Not letting myself love her was the opposite of falling —it was pulling myself up a cliff face, hand over hand, the task as grueling as if I had no more than mortal strength.

The only thing he's not strong enough to do is stay away from her. That's a lost cause.

It all depends on whether he's strong enough. Either he'll kill her himself, which would really irritate me, Edward, not to mention what it would do to you. Or she'll be one of us someday.

I love her too. Or I will. It's not the same, but I want her around for that.
"Love her too?", I whispered, incredulous.
She sighed. You are so blind, Edward. Can't you see where you're headee it? Can't you see where you already are? it's no more inevitable than the sun rising tomorrow morning. See what I see..

I'm going to love her someday, Jazz. I'll be very put out with you if you don't let her be.

First of all, Edward's quite serious and I don't want you two fighting. Secondly, she's my friend. At least, she's going to be.

Like a stalker. Like an obsessed stalker. Like an obsessed vampire stalker.

I'd never experienced so much effort to understand someone in my life—or rather existence, as life was hardly the word. I did not truly have a life.

"She was advanced, then, intelligent for a human. This did not surprise me.

"Bella", I corrected him reflectively.

Why did it have to be this girl who would see too much?

Would curiosity be enough to keep Bella Swan alive?