Maybe even then, He'd said to me. what did that mean? Did it mean that after I was a stone cold, pale killer with red eyes he'd accept me? I would take the chance. I stared at myself in the mirror, shocked at what i'd become. I had no one to blame. I coulden't

blame Edward for changing me because I begged for it. Wanted it. And I coulden't regret it anymore then I did right now. Who were these crimson eyes staring back at me? What was this cold marble under my fingertips? Or the razor sharp teeth on the cold

smooth lip. I wanted the deep, Chocolate brown eyes my sun loved so much. I wanted the soft, Ivory smooth skin he'd always wanted to touch. I wanted the pink, warm lips he'd always wish he could kiss. God, we'd never be Jake'nBells even if he did accept me.