Chapter 1 -

I wondered if he could see the fog from my breath in the icy air, and covered my mouth with my hands using the ends of my sweater as if they were mittens. I settled farther down in the bush my eyes glued to his silhouette up in the pine tree. He knew I was there. I could tell. He shot me a quick glance confirming my obviously loud thoughts. "You know there is no use in hiding… "His voice sent chills down my spine. "I know" I replied lifting myself off the ground. His dark shadow now was on the ground before I could even notice he came down. "I… I guess I can't keep my thoughts on mute can I? "I broke the silence once again hoping he would give me somewhat of a response to walk towards me or even look me in the eyes. I needed something from him, something that would tell me I was something to him. "I never said I didn't care about you" he snapped. His ability to read my every thought was becoming irritating but also even more intriguing. "Then why won't be with me!" I didn't mean to yell at him but I did, and I'm glad I did. I cannot go another minute without answers to the questions that have been painfully lingering in my mind for the past week. "You know the answer to that Jessica! "

Truthfully I did know the answer, but I couldn't walk away and accept it. I needed more. "You want more? I want to kill you! And I can't control that! You can't control that! I hear your thoughts about me and I am not the fantasy you think I am!" He was now turned toward me the moons light was now brightening his face revealing his bright burning eyes filled with frustration and a thirst for warm human blood. "Well…" I opened my mouth up for a flow of words to escape but they refused to. I knew that whatever I said he would veto and it wouldn't matter. He refused to love me the way I loved him, and nothing could change his mind. Just kiss me one last time… I asked him through my thoughts , because I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud. I closed my eyes like I always did when he kissed me, expecting to feel his cold lips against mine, but nothing came. When I brought myself to open my eyes again his face was inches from mine and I could tell he couldn't bring himself to risk it while his thirst was burning. "I'm sorry…" he was gone but his whispered voice seemed to linger in the air, but I began to wonder if Edward Cullen had even spoken the words at all…