Note: The characters belong to the one and only Stephanie Meyer - even though I wish I could own a little bit of Edward.

WARNING: Violence, sexual content, and dark themes.

Full summary: After the death of her parents, Bella Swan moves to another house, in Forks, the city she grew up in and came to hate. She meets a beautiful, arrogant, unbearable member of the family: Edward Cullen. Everything she knows about him resumes in him being a gorgeous asshole, but what happens when she comes to find out he's more than what he looks - and more than a human mind can imagine?


Preface

All the echoing sound coming from the wound in my head was silenced, as if someone had just pressed a mute button.

Everything around me turned into a blur and I felt as if I was slowly falling, again, into unconsciousness, but not before I felt the warmth of arms surrounding me. I forced my eyes to open, just to stare into the face of a stranger, that looked bizarrely familiar. I could only keep my eyes opened for a few seconds, having to narrow them due to the strong brightness irradiating from his face.

God, he was beautiful.

Beautiful didn't even cover, it sounded way too mundane, too inappropriate. His beauty was angelical, divine, something you could't look at without feeling as if you weren't worthy of being gifted with a mere glance. For some reason, looking at him, ignoring the burning in my eyes, I smiled.

But he wasn't smiling, I noticed.

Behind the shiny aura, that surrounded him as some sort of shield, I could see him frowning; his gorgeous, inhuman face twisted in a painful mask. It almost hurt to look at, seeing this perfect creature hold an unhappy expression. I could see, dripping down his chin, a thin line of intense red, not knowing if I had seen it or imagined it. He licked the unknown liquid, almost looking ashamed, and held me tighter. I wanted to look at him for a little longer, but I was so dizzy

- Bella? - he spoke, and his voice sent shivers down my spine. It was familiar. It was too familiar. But why was it familiar?

Before I could answer, his question or mine, everything went black. It was probably my wounded head playing me, but I could have sworn before I swept into sleep, that I saw a blonde haired woman, laying on the ground; her beautiful shiny hair wet with the red liquid that once painted my angel's face.


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