A/N: Okay. Yeah. Hope you like it.

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Embry/Kate – First Impressions

The first time he saw her was in battle. She was fierce, beautiful, and had a strength and sweetness that he had never seen before. She smelled like peroxide and sugar.

She was easily ripping a dark-haired vampire, and he ran up and attacked from behind. Together, they took the other apart piece by piece, until they were standing in shards of broken glass.

She leaned down and tugged on his fur. Thanks.

He let out a bark and her responding laugh made him wish they weren't born enemies.

He realized then that the greatest love is sometimes the strangest.

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Jacob/Tanya – Question

So what happens to your clothes when you phase? Tanya asks, a smirk on the corner of her lips.

Jacob stares at her, grinning. Wanna see?

I'm not that interested, mutt.

He shrugs. Tell me, he says, leaning forward. Soon, he's choking on her scent. What's it like to die?

Opposite of being born, I suppose, she remarks, cocking an eyebrow. Why? You wanna see?

He looks at her perfect mouth. How 'bout we make a trade?

She smiles all arrogant and beautiful before moving so close that he can feel her breath on his tongue.

You wish, Jacob Black.

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Rosalie/Leah – Opposites I

Were it not for opposites, Rosalie would not know beauty.

She sees it every day when she steps out of the clouds. She knows that she is stunning in the most inhuman way, and for some reason this makes her mad.

She snarls back at the boys who give her smiles. She wears that red dress with the long black coat, pushes her hair in front of her face and feels like Bella.

Rosalie is pale and perfect. Rosalie is mean. Rosalie is cold. Rosalie is dead.

But were it not for opposites (for beauty), Rosalie would not know Leah.

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Rosalie/Leah – Opposites II

In ways she can't explain, Leah's dark skin and painful smile are so much more beautiful than her own.

When they are walking together, Leah just may be the beautiful one. Rosalie isn't stupid: she knows they are both intimidating – sometimes she feels bad for the boys.

Broken hearts and mangled limbs and enemies – opposite is a beautiful word to hear.

Even when it means that, now, Rosalie may not be the most beautiful thing to see.

(Rosalie can no longer believe in symmetry. It's not in the lines of Leah's face, and that's the only thing she's looking at.)

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Jacob/Rosalie – Taste I

Hey, Blondie, get a room.

Rosalie looks up from the mirror, scowling. Did I say you could come in, dog?

Jacob smiles; raises an eyebrow. See, that whole imprint thing…kinda overrules your authority.

Did you know you're disgusting?

Been told once or twice, yeah.

The vampire rolls her eyes. I don't know how she ever stood you.

Who?

Bella. I mean, weren't you two, like, best friends, or whatever, that whole time we were gone?

Jacob shrugs. I guess. Anyway, you're just about the only one who doesn't like me.

That cannot possibly be true, Rosalie says, shaking her head.

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Jacob/Rosalie – Taste II

See, this may surprise you, but I'm generally a pretty likable guy.

Rosalie sighs, moving closer to where Jacob is standing. Alright, she says firmly, let's think about this logically. One: you're annoying. Two: you stink. Three: you're a werewolf. Four…

She pauses, pursing her lips. Four…

Jacob grins. You can't even think of four, can you?

I can, she snaps. You're just….distracting me.

What am I distracting you with? He asks, smirking. My stunning good looks? Witty banter?

Number four, Rosalie interrupts. You're full of yourself.

But, honey, I believe that would be you.

Don't call me that.

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Jacob/Rosalie – Taste III

Jacob inches closer, still smug. What? Honey?

I'm not your honey, Rosalie tells him.

Well, of course not. You're not sweet.

I can be sweet, she says indignantly.

Oh yeah? Show me.

Rosalie bites her lip, looks up at him with wide eyes. Oh, Jacob, she says, pouting. You are ever so beautiful.

So I've been told.

Rosalie's expression changes. You're making this very difficult, you know.

Jacob leans forward, breath warm against her. How 'bout I see if you taste as bitter as you act?

Rosalie doesn't answer. Their lips meet – both gasp.

Jacob smiles. I knew you weren't sweet.

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Leah/Jasper – Emotion I

Leah knocks on their door at two 'o clock on a Sunday afternoon, and while the rest of the family is out, it's not really surprising that Jasper answers anyway.

He is smirking and his hair is up on ends – like he just woke up, although she knows this is impossible. She scrunches up her nose when the air from inside reaches her.

Close the door, you idiot, she says, and Jasper chuckles roughly before doing as she asks.

Whatever you say, darlin'.

Leah catches a hint of an exaggerated Southern accent, something she had not picked up on before.

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Leah/Jasper – Emotion II

Tall and strong, she pushes him harder than he expects her to. It is the first time he stumbles, but not the last.

You will treat me like a lady, she tells him. Just because you're dead doesn't mean you can't have manners.

Jasper grins and bows, wishing he had a hat to tip. Ma'am, I have only the best of intentions.

Leah doesn't waste a second and when their mouths touch they both grimace.

You taste like bleach, she informs him.

You taste like heaven, he replies.

Leah rolls her eyes. I didn't ask you to lie, she scolds.

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Leah/Jasper – Emotion III

I'm not lying, he murmurs, before kissing her again.

What Leah doesn't know is that Jasper likes being with her far more than he ever lets on. He is sick of lovers and sunshine that he can't step in to, sick of the smiles and easy lives of his siblings.

Leah doesn't bullshit. When her hand reaches to undo the buttons on his shirt, he knows they will not make love. He can't feel love, hasn't in a long time, and Leah's not faking it, either.

She is lust, anger, need, guilt, pleasure…

Not love.

But beautiful all the same.

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Embry/Quil – Almost

She did the cutest thing yesterday, I almost

I don't really care, Quil.

ran straight to the…wait, what?

Embry sighs. I just…can't, not right now, okay?

I don't understand.

Softly: Of course you don't.

The other boy's face contorts, eyes widening, and –

Claire's my imprint, man, there's nothing I can do, it's just nature, the way things are

Pursed lips. Acceptance.

Yeah. Supposed to be, huh? That's what I thought, too.

He stares at Quil, for just a moment – the time it takes to really see someone – the time it takes to say goodbye – before turning and walking away.

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Emmett/Bella – Beauty I

Emmett watches as Bella stares at her new face in the mirror.

It takes some getting used to,he smirks.

She doesn't turn around, just leans in closer, hand against the glass.

You were all beautiful even before you were vampires, she says.

Emmett snorts. Are you kidding? I mean, we weren't all hideous, for sure, but

Bella turns around. Come on. I bet you were a total lady's man when you were human.

Well, I can't argue with that…

Bella rolls her eyes.

Seriously, though, Emmett says, dimples gone now. If they liked me, it wasn't for my face.

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Emmett/Bella – Beauty II

What was it for, then?

My sparkling personality, of course, he says, smiling. Then it fades. Things just got turned inside out once I was changed.

What are you talking about? Bella asks.

Emmett shakes his head. I don't know. Nothing. Doesn't matter.

Bella tilts her head in the mirror, meeting Emmett's reflected eyes across the room.

You don't have a clear view on beauty, he says suddenly. You see things so reversed.

Everyone wants to be beautiful, she claims.

No, Emmett tells her, shaking his head. They just want to be loved.

What do you want? she asks quietly.

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Emmett/Bella – Beauty III

Emmett changes the subject.

Rosalie was always perfect, he says. I didn't know her when she was human, but I know it's true.

She was lucky, wasn't she?

No. That's you, Bella.

She shrugs. I had nothing. A patched-up family and fake friends.

And now you have death, he points out. Stone and blood.

I have Edward.

Emmett smiles sadly. My brother doesn't know what he has.

He moves to leave, but Bella turns from her reflection before he reaches the door.

Nothing's inside out, Emmett. You're always beautiful.

She doesn't hear when he says, And you always were.

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Edward/Tanya – Thoughts I

That girl is trouble, she mutters, picking at her flawless nails.

You don't know anything, Tanya.

She raises her eyebrows. I know more than you think.

Edward lets out a short laugh. Tell me, love, what exactly do you know?

Tanya smiles. I know that she's your singer. I know that Alice has seen you kill her. And I know that the only reason you're interested is because you can't hear her.

That's

Edward's mouth opens; closes again. That's not the only reason I'm interested.

Tell me then, my brother, Tanya smirks. She lets her hand trail down his neck.

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Edward/Tanya – Thoughts II

Edward's eyes darken, and Tanya grins.

Do you feel with her as you feel with me? He stares at her, not answering. Or is it just hunger? Just thirst? Do you feel every movement of her body, as I know you feel with mine?

They're silent now. Tanya inches toward him, her eyes flickering between his dilated pupils and his mouth. He stays completely still as she leans forward and pushes her lips to his.

It lasts no more than a moment before she moves away.

That's what I think, she says, still close. Now tell me if I'm right.