Bella's PoV
Alice and I sat on her bed, a laptop balancing on her knees as I watched over her shoulder. She navigated eBay like a pro, flicking through the auctions and book marking her favorites at the speed of light. Well, almost the speed of light. Jasper sat in a cushioned chair in the corner, his face practically buried in an old book of Carlisle's. Unfortunately, my Jasper—Edward—was out hunting with the rest of the coven somewhere in southern British Columbia a few hours away.
"Ooh, Bella, how about this one?" My gaze wandered back to the glowing screen balanced precariously on the little vampire's knees. A tiny black dress filled the screen, an unpronounceable French name across the side.
"Um, no. That's a little risqué, don't you think," I said, rolling my eyes. Jasper chuckled from the corner, which earned a scowl from Alice.
"You and Eddie are such prudes," said Alice, continuing her fruitless search for something "sexy" for her to force me into for Edward. I groaned, falling backwards into the unused pillows that adorned Alice and Jasper's bed. Silence soon took over the room, excluding the rustling of pages and mouse clicks and my own breathing. I watched the ceiling as it did nothing, and thought of Edward.
He was perfect, as was any vampire, but he was special. Edward managed to overcome his tremendous bloodlust, and replace it with something human. Love. He was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with me. I chuckled at that thought, remembering the day I learned of his supposed "curse". The day I realized I loved my Edward Cullen.
Edward's PoV
I flew past the trees, my feet following a familiar scent. Mountain lion, my favorite. The cat came into sight and I overtook it, its neck at my mouth, its sweet blood running down my throat.
With the cat drained dry, I stood up brushing my pants off and looking for blood stains. As soon as everything was taken care of, my thoughts strayed to Bella. My Bella. A smile unconsciously found its way to my lips, her face flooding my vision as I found a tree to sit under. Sunlight ricocheted off my bare arms, the heat a welcome sensation as I watched the clouds.
How could Bella love such a monster? This question continued to swim through my thoughts, probably never to be answered. She was perfect—unlike most humans—her sweet demeanor making her an angel. Her blushing cheeks, scarlet with embarrassment, came to mind, one of the many things I loved about my Bella. Her clumsiness and wit. I sigh escaped my mouth, my breath cool and inhuman.
Ahh Bella, my Bella. My sweet, clumsy Bella. From the moment I saw her, I knew she was something special, but it took my well-spent time to realize just how special she was to me.
I stood up, running to the car where my family was waiting. I would see my Bella soon.