A/N: Wow, I honestly didn't expect I would ever try to write something for Twilight, but here I am. XD This is my first and only attempt at writing something for this fandom, so it's nothing special, really. I hope it's not disappointing, but even if it is, let me know what you thought of it. :)

She was beautiful.

And if he'd had a working heart, this was where it would have stopped beating.

That was the first thought that had crossed his mind when he'd seen Bella Swan's sleeping form. She was just like Snow White, what with the soft, blood-red lips, slightly pale, flawless skin and dark hair. Granted, her hair wasn't black, but the similarity was striking to say the least.

A beautiful swan indeed.

Edward's deep golden eyes slowly traveled over the contours of her body as he took in every little detail of her and tried to memorize it at the same time. He honestly hated to admit this to himself, but there was something so...unbelievably soothing about watching her when she was sleeping soundly. The first time he'd witnessed the way the moonlight hit her skin... He still couldn't find the words to properly describe it. Before he'd realized what was happening, the vampire had found himself sitting on her windowsill every night, just to look at her from the shadows. She was incredibly intriguing without her even knowing it.

Sure, there had been that one time that he was almost caught red-handed by Bella herself. He'd been completely enthralled by the girl's... well, by everything about her really. Edward had been quite distracted, so he'd noticed a little too slow that she had woken up. She had definitely seen him. Fortunately for him, though, Bella seemed to have thought that it was only a dream. Still, from that night on, she'd always kept her bedroom window open and he couldn't help but wonder if it was all for him or not.

The vampire's gaze immediately went back to Bella's face when she let out a content noise.

If only he knew what she was dreaming about (or rather, if it was about him or not... Not that he cared, of course). However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't read her thoughts. There was nothing there for him to find. In all those decades that he'd been a vampire, this had never happened. So what was so special about this ordinary girl that he couldn't look into her mind? Was it just coincidence or was fate playing a joke on him?

Maybe he'd never find out. Maybe only time could tell...

Until that day would come, why not enjoy this rare sight? He had all the time of the world, after all, and what was the harm in it if she never found out? It wasn't like he was hurting her.

Her skin was as smooth and flawless as the ivory keys of his pianoforte. The only difference would be that her skin was warm and soft to the touch. Edward unconsciously brought his hand closer to Bella's face to brush a stubborn strand of dark brown hair away. When the tips of his fingers hovered barely an inch over her delicate face, he was able to stop himself. His touch was colder than ice and it would definitely wake her up. That was the last thing he wanted.

So he reminded himself sternly that he was here to look, only look, not to touch.

But who knew, perhaps that would change soon...