Can you walk, or do you want me to carry you again?


Let’s you and I not push poor Mike any further this week. We don’t want him to snap.


You don’t seem seventeen.


Do you think that I could be scary?


Are you frightened of me now?


Don’t be offended, but you seem to be one of those people who just attract accidents like a magnet. So… try not to fall into the ocean or get run over or anything, all right?


Distract me, please.


Sometimes I have a problem with my temper, Bella.


Go stop Jessica and Angela before I have to track them down, too. I don’t think I could restrain myself if I ran into your other friends again.


Do I dazzle you?


I hope you were more creative this time… or are you still stealing from comic books?



Only you could get into trouble in a town this small. You would have devastated their crime rate statistics for a decade, you know.


I was wrong — you’re much more observant than I gave you credit for.


You’re not a magnet for accidents — that’s not a broad enough classification. You are a magnet for trouble. If there is anything dangerous within a ten-mile radius, it will invariably find you.


I’ve never tried to keep a specific person alive before, and it’s much more troublesome than I would have believed. But that’s probably just because it’s you. Ordinary people seem to make it through the day without so many catastrophes.


Your number was up the first time I met you.


It’s harder than it should be — keeping track of you. Usually I can find someone very easily, once I’ve heard their mind before.


It was very… hard — you can’t imagine how hard — for me to simply take you away, and leave them… alive.


I followed your scent.


The more familiar someone’s… ‘voice’ is, the farther away I can hear them.



Most of the time I tune it all out — it can be very distracting. And then it’s easier to seem normal when I’m not accidentally answering someone’s thoughts rather than their words.


The only guess I have is that maybe your mind doesn’t work the same way the rest of theirs do. Like your thoughts are on the AM frequency and I’m only getting FM.


I hear voices in my mind and you’re worried that you’re the freak.


Aren’t we past all the evasions now?


I’ve never been in an accident, Bella — I’ve never even gotten a ticket. Built-in radar detector.


Enough commentary on my driving.


And you accused me of dazzling people — poor Jacob Black.


You don’t care if I’m a monster? If I’m not human?


I’d rather know what you’re thinking — even if what you’re thinking is insane.


I can’t sleep.
I’m essentially a selfish creature. I crave your company too much to do what I should.


It’s not only your company I crave! Never forget that. Never forget I am more dangerous to you than I am to anyone else.


Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.


When you walked past me, I could have ruined everything Carlisle has built for us, right then and there. If I hadn’t been denying my thirst for the last, well, too many years, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself.


To me, it was like you were some kind of demon, summoned straight from my own personal hell to ruin me.


In that one hour, I thought of a hundred different ways to lure you from the room with me, to get you alone. And I fought them each back, thinking of my family, what I could do to them. I had to run out, to get away before I could speak the words that would make you follow…


I so very nearly took you then. There was only one other frail human there — so easily dealt with.


Who were you, an insignificant little girl, to chase me from the place I wanted to be?


It was unquestionably a complication that I couldn’t simply read your thoughts to know what your reaction was to me. I wasn’t used to having to go to such circuitous measures, listening to your words in Jessica’s mind… her mind isn’t very original, and it was annoying to have to stoop to that. And then I couldn’t know if you really meant what you said. It was all extremely irritating.


At the time, all I could think was, ‘Not her.’


Bella, I couldn’t live with myself if I ever hurt you. You don’t know how it’s tortured me. The thought of you, still, white, cold… to never see you blush scarlet again, to never see that flash of intuition in your eyes when you see through my pretenses… it would be unendurable. You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever.


And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…


What a sick, masochistic lion.


It was just how close you were. Most humans instinctively shy away from us, are repelled by our alienness… I wasn’t expecting you to come so close. And the smell of your throat.


The blush on your cheeks is lovely.


Don’t you want to know if I drink blood?


They’re right to keep their distance from us. We are still dangerous.


We’re usually very good at what we do. Sometimes we make mistakes. Me, for example, allowing myself to be alone with you.


I don’t want to be a monster.


I can’t be sure, of course, but I’d compare it to living on tofu and soy milk; we call ourselves vegetarians, our little inside joke.


I didn’t want to leave, but it was necessary. It’s a bit easier to be around you when I’m not thirsty.


It makes me… anxious… to be away from you.




 

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