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A/N: Rated M, this story will later on have some adult content, such as strong language, consensual sexual content, violence, controversial topics, and underage alcohol use. You have been warned. Enjoy!

Summery: "What if the object of your hearts desire, could never be yours?" After the tragic and mysterious death of her best friend. Isabella Swan is sent to Forks WA to live with her father and make a fresh start, but soon after she starts her first day at Forks High, her world turns upside down when she crosses paths with a boy named Edward Cullen. Something about him seems strangely familiar. He catches her attation from day one but he wants nothing to do with her. He goes out of his way to make that clear, but Bella can't let it go. She must find out why Edward is pushing her away, even if it kills her.

PROLOGUE

To tremble is to be affected with great fear or anxiety

The Beginning

September 13th, 1918

Chicago, Illinois

I knew it wasn't right for me to be here. Even though I'd be leaving in the morning, it seemed like time couldn't go by fast enough. I was sitting in the parlor, just gawking at the piano. I've resisted the urge to play for sometime now, knowing I wouldn't be able to help myself. I'd end up playing the song that she inspired.

I pray she wouldn't come looking for me before I left. My bags were already packed. I couldn't let myself get close to her. Always had to be careful and keep her at a distance. Not only would she never be safe with me, but I just wasn't good enough for her anyways. I was a monster.

Finally giving in and sitting down at the piano, I gently stroked the keys. I wanted to play so badly. Playing the piano was the only thing that made me happy, other then being near her.

That's when I felt it. The scent that set my throat ablaze with thirst, Her scent. It felt as if I was being hit by a train, but it has always been that way with her. Never in my life had any other humans blood been so potent, She was my own personal hell.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?" I said coolly, getting up from the piano. I didn't bother to turn and look at her, I knew she was close enough to touch. I didn't want to risk losing what was left of the control I had.

I heard her take in a ragged breath and her heart started to beat rapidly. She was obviously shocked by my tone. She naively thought that all out little meetings have been purely happy coincidences, and that the pull she felt toward me was innocent—I knew better though.

"I couldn't sleep," she said simply, but her voice cracked just a little. She must have seen my luggage because her next words came out quickly.

"Are you leaving?" she said on the verge of being hysterical. I sighed and finally turned to look at her.

She looked so beautiful standing there in her long, white linen night gown with her long, wavy brown hair hanging freely down past her shoulders. She looked like an angel, or rather what I'd picture an angel to look like.

"Umm, warm milk with a spoonful of molasses," I said absentmindedly, I was too busy trying to resist the urge to take her in my arms. "It'll help you sleep,"A small smile broke across her lips.

"Huh, that's funny, how did you know? My mother used to---"

"I know," I interrupted, tearing my gaze from her mouth to her wide chocolate brown eyes. I couldn't tell her how I knew or even tell her how many times I'd made this very drink for her in the past. I was in love with this girl, always have been but it would be selfish of me to risk her life by being with her.

"You never answered my question, are you leaving?" She said, taking a step closer.

"Yes," I whispered, knowing what was going to come next.

"What? Why, Edward, why are you leaving me? It's my birthday today, you can't leave." She was almost in tears now.

"I have to," I said simply

"Then take me with you," she blurted out as she closed the space between us and placing her delicate hands on my chest. We haven't touched yet in this life but her touch has always made both the urge to kiss her and the thirst for her blood much more difficult to resist.

"No, I can't take you with me," I whispered, slowly lifting my hand to cup her cheek. She flushed scarlet in response. "I leave tomorrow. If you care for me at all, you'll let me go and won't say another word."

"If I care for you?" she repeated almost as if she was talking more to herself than to me. "But Edward, I--I love--"

"Don't say it." Because hearing you say it will make me lose all the control I have. I added mentally.

"I have to say it. Edward, I love you and if you leave---"

"If I leave, I save your life," I said, remembering all the other times I could have saved her from myself and what I am but didn't. "There are more important things in life than love." Her eyes narrowed.

"So, you're saying there are things more important than this," she challenged, taking my free hand and holding it to her chest, right over her heart. Oh to be her and not know what was about to happen. I couldn't resist anymore. I leaned down, and as soon as our lips melted together I could feel the control over my thirst begin to slip, In my mind the monster side of me smiled knowing what was going to come next.

She was aware of nothing other than this kiss. I, however, lost the rest of my control and did something I will regret for all eternity. The last thing I remember seeing was that spark of realization in her eyes.

A/N: i just want to say thanks to Violette de Musique & Jenndur with out these girls This story would probably be sitting on my laptop never to see the light of day. Go check out their stories Breakaway and Ricochet. I will update as soon as I can. Reviews would be awesome!