It was a dark, cool night. Edward couldn't get comfortable in his water bed that his kind finders were letting him sleep in. After an hour of tossing and accidentally scratching his face he fell asleep. He was in a dream when he saw the figure at the end of an alley way. His arms outstretched to reach both wooden fences edward was frozen in fear and... By attraction? What's this feeling? I should be running he thought but he couldn't and the figure was fast approaching. Within seconds the figure was on him. Questioning why he hadn't run away. Edward followed his heart and went for a kiss but quickly woke up to a girl screaming because he was in her bed he was so startled he accidentally punctured the water and was soaked. Once he was dried off the only thing he could think about was the man with knives for a hand and how insanely perfect he was.
