Bella's POV
Love is something else. It's important. It's hard to find, but when you do, love is the best thing in your life. Heck, love is your life. You never know when it's true, that's the sad truth. Of course, it always seems true to you, but who says it's the same both ways? A car honked outside. I jumped and ran to the window.
A silver Volvo was parked outside my house.
"Edward?" I asked.
"Always," he said and gripped my shoulders. He spun me around and I looked at him. His expression was dull, his mouth curled down, his eyes black. Black. Uh oh. Edward leaned down slowly, as if to whisper in my ear. And then he kissed me. It was different. The kiss held no passion, no love. It didn't even hold anger. It was . . .nothing.
I pulled myself back.
"You're different," I stated. It wasn't a question, it was a fact.
"Yes. You know, you're take much more into perspective then most humans."
"Don't change the subject," I said.
"Don't make me angry," he countered.
I realized why Edward was different. He wasn't his beautiful self. Edward was angry. Edward was thirsty. Edward, for the first time, actually looked like a vampire.
He walked towards me slowly, even for a vampire. Thump.
Thump.
Thump, went his feet on the wood floors.
Thump, thump.
Thump, thump.
Thump, thump, went my beating heart. It probably was as loud as the footsteps.
"Ummm, Edward?" I asked. "You're kinda scaring me."
His lips curled up in a snarl, showing his teeth.
I cringed back instinctively. "Edward, don't do this. I-it's not who you are."
He took another step forward.
I took another step back, leaned against the open window, and screamed.
"Bella? BELLA!" Charlie screamed. I heard him run up the steps. As Edward turned around, I knew what I had to do while he was distracted. I threw myself out the window.
As I fell, Edward looked out the window, and watched. Just watched. I hit the ground and cried out. I saw Charlie at the window, not Edward. Then I blacked out.