AN-I came up with this when I was making a sandwich, I know weird. I don't really know how or why, but I do tend to talk to myself, and come up with random stories. Anyway, I hope you like it.

I stared into his eyes, confused while he stared back at me with a completely blank expression.

"Why are you always there? Why is it that every time I look up or look around me, you're always there? Like you're following me. Like you listen to every word I say, everything I do. Like you're waiting for something to happen. Like you expect something. Like you know something about me…like you know who I am."

"I do."

"What?"

"I am always there. I am following you. I do listen to every word you say, everything you do. I am waiting for something to happen. I do expect something. I know something about you; everything. I know who you are." he said, calmly.

"Who the hell are you?" My voice didn't sound fierce or scared. It sounded…pleading.

"I'm your angel. Your worst nightmare. Your dream. Your hallucination….your shadow." He shrugged.

"So…you're not real? You're just in my mind?" it could be…

"No, I am real. I shouldn't be though."

"Why?"

"I'm a bad…person, Isabella." He looked down at the floor and leaned back against the wall behind him.

"How do you know my name?"

"Like I said. I know everything about you."

I nodded, and then stared at him.

"You're not a person." I said, bluntly.

His head snapped up. "Why do you say that?"

"I just know. No one is like you; no one does what you do. Not even a crazed stalker."

He just stared at me, his gold eyes looking at me lovingly. Yes, lovingly, he's always looked at me like this. Whenever I saw him, he always had this look in his golden eyes.

"I'm right. Don't lie to me now. Who are you? What are you?"

"You don't want to know. You really, really don't." He was pleading with me.

"I do. I deserve to know." He stared at me. "What's your name?"

He blinked and looked up at the moon. "Edward Cullen."

"At least tell me why you follow me. Why you're always there."

"I follow you because I live to protect you, I watch you, I fight for you, and I'm yours. I love you."

"You love me?"

"Yes, very much so. I need you. I crave you. I need your laugh, your voice, your smell, your wittiness, your sarcasm. I need you to be safe and unharmed. Alive." He was staring at me the whole time.

"You love me. I need you, too. You know, I get up in the morning just to see you, Edward." I said, blushing.

He grinned. "I know. You talk about the 'gorgeous, mysterious boy with bronze hair, gold eyes, which is always there'. And you're right. I'm always there."

I looked at his hands where they were stuffed into the pockets of his black jeans. I reached slowly, for one, looking up at his eyes to see if it was ok. When I reached his wrist, I grabbed it lightly; not affected in the least by his cold, hard skin, I know he's stronger than me. What man isn't? And since I know he's not a normal man, he must be stronger than me in the extreme. I pulled on it a little, and he brought his large white hand out of his pocket and put it palm up.

I slowly put my hand in his and he wrapped his around my hand, which looked so tiny in comparison. I looked up at him and grinned.

"So, you'll always be there?"

"Whenever you need me."

I stared into his eyes. "Always."

He was leaning forward, closer to me. Our noses were about 4 centimeters apart. I lent forward, very slowly, so that he knows what I was going to do. We stared into each others eyes, and then I closed mine.

He pressed his hard, ice cold full lips to mine.

"I'm a vampire…"

I knew it!

AN-This was super random! I know, I know. I still hope you guys liked it. I just went with it, really.