[AN: This is the prologue. I plan to keep story on a pace, unlike others. Expect an update from this chapter immediately, and then an update an average of every two days. Reviews would be silently admired.]

Edward's point of view:

People think of the glamor of a vampire, much before they think of anything else. My perfect eyes, hair, face, and maybe body attract the attention of the foolish. Or maybe it's my never ending youth for others. No one ever thinks of the mental. The mind is not meant to last 90 years without fault, or deterioration. No one should have to endure never ending years of memories of people long gone, or education that can never be used. They don't think of how we must ask to be killed, rather than have in unexpected. It's frankly... depressing. So, it's easy to say, when I found my joy, My Bella, I clung to her as hard as I could.

Her simplicity drew me in, but her mentality had me on my knees. I couldn't express it in words that she understood. After looking at these human beings for so long, patterns emerged. Disgusting patterns. It was simple, once I figured the person out, I didn't care anymore. Not being able to read her thoughts was a challenge, but I knew I would never figure her out after I asked her about moving to Forks. She self sacrificed herself. It was beautiful. She was beautiful..

////////I snapped from my thoughts as she emerged from the bathroom, smelling faintly of soap, and conditioner. (None of which could ever cover the purity of her blood, that burned me everytime she was remotely near me.) She sat next to me, and I drew her in my arms, embracing the burn that came with her being near me. I held onto her tightly, stroking her damp hair, and kissed her jawline. She closed her eyes, and breathed out a sigh of relief. Almost as if being without me was difficult.

"Bella" I said softly, and kissed her lips once. I would never tell her how much it hurt to do that. Or how much worse it was on her neck. She was in pure ecstasy, and I would pretend to be as well. Not that I wasn't in more pleasure than pain. Just a dull ache, with sudden spikes of pain.

"Edward." She purred back at me, and her eyes fluttered open. I pulled from her slowly, and she quickly caught me with a kiss. Oh how it burned. Maybe this was hell. Maybe hell was finding someone you love, and having your sin reminded to you whenever you touched.

I effortlessly, but gently layed her back on her bed, and took her face between my hands, I stroked her face softly, and she closed her eyes again. She left them closed long enough for me to stop moving my hands in worry. But when she opened her eyes again, they had nothing but desire. If this was hell, I accept my fate.

We didn't have to say anything, our relationship was not supported by words. We only had to look each other in the eyes, and we'd find all the reassurance of love needed. /////////////

But then...I realized this angel had no reason to be dragged into my hell. I was ruining her innocence. I was tainting her. And so I left. And the results of this will burn me for however long I decide to live. Oh, Bella.