It seems that I used to be the queen; I used to be able to get anything I wanted; and I used to be the most beautiful person around. Well, you could say I wasn't anymore. Actually that was the understatement of the century. I was definitely not close to being as beautiful as these people. And-clearly- I had no control over what was going to happen to me. I was probably going to die, soon. And the worst part is, I didn't even care.
Looking up at the red eyes that hovered over me, I was mesmerized. His golden hair hung messily in his face, and I was in love. I didn't know how I knew it, but there was no doubting it, either. I was in love with him, no matter what I'd just seen him do. He could be a monster, but I didn't care. And as he leaned towards me, I wasn't sure if he was going to kiss me or kill me. But- once again – I didn't care.
"It's almost as if... I don't want to kill you..." He said, more to himself than to me. I felt his breath in my ear as he whispered. It made me shiver, but more from excitement than from fright. He was as far away from me as possible, while still holding me in between his hands, which rested on my hips. He held me like he was afraid of breaking me. I relished the tingling feeling that his touch brought, afraid that he would let go of me. It was heaven—right smack in the middle of hell. (New Moon Page 491)
I thought quietly about what he said. I didn't mind if he killed me, really. At least I could die in his arms.
"Then don't." I barely even whispered the words, but I knew he could hear me.