For Edward the perfect gentlemen and Claire the avid reader
p.s. I don't own these characters they are the property of Stephanie Meyer
The last year had been a blur to Edward. It could easily have been any other of his 100 odd years. But one strong, defiable and apparently un-breakable (despite many close shaves!) factor remained from that year. That was Miss Bella Swan.
Edward had lived many years, without such a person, for he had never been incomplete or dissatisfied. But now he felt almost naive about his life before Bella. For there was something different about her, she was not like the regular girls he had become accustomed to. Yet something strange drew them together, for he was unaware of his human desires before. Some bizarre fate or force had brought a seemingly ordinary girl and a vampire onto the same page and he couldn't help contemplating the reason for such an abnormal match.
The ancient clock chimed six, it was time to pick up Bella. He was happy to see her – no doubt – but he couldn't help remembering their last conversation. An icy chill stabbed at him. He did not know how many times he could push the subject aside, yet he could not fathom her wanting to be like him. He longed to see her cheeks blush red and feel the prevailing warmth of her skin brushing against his un-human icy figure.
Spinning round the corner, he emerged outside Bella's house within seconds. He knew Charlie had planned to go on another one of his fishing trips and pleasant effect of his sometimes ill-favoured talent. He felt a flutter inside of him, as he rung the bell, spreading warmth over his usually arctic skin. Usually he would not before with doors, preferring to catch her surprised expression when he made his undiscovered appearance known. But today was a special occasion.