Disclaimer: I would try... but really... who wants to own the Volturi? And you have to take all of them, or none. So, sadly, I don't own Twilight. Sigh. Stephenie Meyer does.
Preface:
"Bella..." I started. How was I supposed to say this? Bella, when you fell in love with Edward, was it sudden, and had you only said two words to him? Yeah, right. How could I broach the subject that had been controlling my every thought for months? I didn't know why I couldn't forget this one boy. Was I going insane? I could feel something tugging me toward him. He looked perfect to me. I didn't know him, yet nothing mattered anymore but him. I would face all of the Volturi, standing alone, if it meant it would keep him safe. How could that be?
I was dangerously close to walking out of Bella's shield, just to draw the Volturi near, so we could settle this once and for all. If I went to La Push, I might be able to find him, I'd be able to touch him. He would be right there, in my reach, so close. My heart burned with the thought of how my cold touch would make him flinch away, how my smell would burn his nose, how my unnaturally hard skin would appall him, and how my thirst for blood would drive him away from me. And the worst part; that if he didn't shy away from me, I could kill him. I wasn't safe for him. My control wouldn't ever be good enough to comfort me, because he was too perfect to risk.
And it didn't matter that I was putting them all in danger, it didn't matter that a clan of royal vampires insisted on owning me, it didn't matter that I was thirsty, and it didn't matter that they had killed my mom. My eyes pricked strangely, and I found that my small, useless life was flashing before my eyes. How depressing. An end wasn't coming anytime soon. I had no such luck.
I was in love with the most perfect, sweet, innocent person alive... I could see it in his eyes... and I wasn't a person.