Isabella Swan looked into the eyes of the love of her life. His name was Edward. .. And he was perfect. No other word, phrase, poem, anything could describe such a thing as Edward Cullen.

He is sensible and so incredible and all my single friends are jealous..

He says everything I need to hear and it's like I couldn't ask for anything better.

Edward looked deep into her eyes. Sighing, he stroked her jaw line gently with his pale white fingertips. She was use to the cold temperature of his skin; she was use to the white pigment. She wasn't use to, though, how he could love someone with so many flaws.

"Edward?" She asked, looking down.
"Yes my love." Edward answered tenderly.
"Why me... Of all people, why me? What makes me so special?"

Edward gazed into her eyes, making her melt with their golden tint.

"Bella, my angel... You are my saviour. And you are the most beautiful person I have ever met, inside and out." He placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "And that is what the answer was yesterday, and it's what the answer will be tomorrow. Now it's late, go to sleep."

She mumbled a simple "I love you." And then she was unconscious. She smiled as she drifted away, thinking as usual she would dream about Edward.

But tonight, Isabella Swan dreamt of something much different.

He was tall, tan and painfully handsome. His body was that of a Greek god and his eyes seemed to look right through you. As she saw his apparition, she wanted to touch it. She then looked closer at the eyes, the caring lovable smile... and she gasped. "JAKE?" She managed. But the boy simply put a finger to her lips and that was it. He was so enticing, almost toxic. He pressed his face against hers, and as their lips became so close together she could feel his warm breath on her face, she awoke.

In an instant, Edwards' hands were around her waist.

"Bella, what happened? What was your dream?" He soothingly rubbed her back.

"Nothing, it was just a nightmare." She looked down, ashamed and tried not to think.

Edward sighed, he looked at her with worry and bit his lip.

"Bella. I know what you dreamt. And it's okay. I know how much Jacob means to you... and i also know you would never go for a filthy werewolf like that."

Bella furrowed her eyebrows.

"He may be a werewolf? But he's my friend Edward. And I would appreciate it if you didn't speak about him that way.

A flash of anger shot through Edwards eyes.

"And what, Bella? What do you say when he calls me a bloodsucker? Or worse? I bet you just sit there and listen because you're always the hero."

Bella pursed her lips, Jacob had been nothing but nice to her and Edward had been getting on her nerves lately. She looked at him and said;
"And what makes you so much better than him Edward? Because you take lives cause your hungry, and he what... Protects his family, his friends? When he's hungry he eats NORMAL food. Unlike you. So stop acting like your better than him because you're really, really not."

Edward stood up and grabbed her hand, pulling her up with him.

"Leave my house. Now."