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She met my eyes from across the room, and just like that it was all over. The moment my green eyes met those warm chocolate brown eyes, everything I'd worked for, everything I'd done, was just gone. The monster was back not only that, there was something else, something I thought had disappeared when my humanity went, something I had no clue how to control. She was dressed in a white ball gown, and looked devastatingly beautiful. She was easily the prettiest girl in the room. It usually wasn't something I noticed anymore. Girls had no longer been beautiful for me, for a long time, they'd been the easier prey.

"Your father is Carlisle, right?" She questioned. She was finally standing in front of me and her sent was intoxicating. Even with all the other humans in the room, not one matched up to her. She was divine, in every sense of the word. Her hair fell into wild curls down to her shoulders, her skin was the perfect complexion - olive toned, her lips were plump and made you want to kiss them, even if it was only once, and her body, God her body was beyond perfection.

"Yes ma'am," I said. I was forcing myself to breath through my mouth. I knew I couldn't stay in here, not with her and all these other people. I noticed Carlisle, in the distance glancing over at me. My father, for all intensive purposes was almost as good as me when it came to reading people, but he couldn't read minds. Reading minds...
Why can't I read hers? I turned my focus to the girl in front of me and got absolutely nothing.

"Oh please, it's Isabella. Ma'am makes me seem entirely too old." She gave a short giggle before looking back at the wondering eyes. Everyone was wondering what a girl like her was doing talking to a commoner like me. "My mother's probably having a fit because I'm not being showed off," she said rolling her eyes in annoyance. I had no clue why she was still standing here conversing with me. I didn't want her to stop, the sound of her voice was breathtaking, just like her.

"Bella, darling," I'm assuming her mother said placing a hand on the small of her back. "This is Carlisle's boy, Edward," she said with a smile. It was clear to see where Isabella got her looks from.

"I know," she said with a smile. "We were actually wondering if we could have permission to take a walk. It's such a pretty night, and I'd be accompanied by a perfect gentleman," she said, practically begging her mother. "Please Mom," she begged. She was giving her puppy dog eyes I didn't see how anybody could tell her no. Especially when she pulled that kind of crap.

"Don't let your father see you sneaking off with a boy," she warned, giving her a slight kiss on the cheek. "Be back in ten minutes," she called over her shoulder while Isabella started walking away slowly. The human pace was entirely too slow, and a little aggravating when you needed to keep up with them. Speed was something that came easily to my kind of people, although there weren't many of us left. "Beautiful isn't it?" She questioned, turning around in the low lit pathway. This was somewhere men would take there wives, not where mere teenagers would be walking.

"I guess," I said shrugging my shoulders. In all honesty, to me it all seemed a bit overdone. The candle lit path way, roses all the way up to the benches, with an orchestra. Rich people always had too much money to blow through. It's not like I could really complain about that, after all, only rich people get into these events.

"I know what you are," she said, suddenly making me freeze in my tracks. Did she take me out here to kill me? No wonder why her parents just let her come. "You're pale, cold skinned, and your eyes are black. You haven't fed in a while. You really shouldn't come to an event looking like you do, especially one like this," she said raising her eyebrows. "Do you have any idea how many hunters are in there?" She questioned. She didn't sound scared, or even frightened in the least, like most girls that play bait do. "My father is one of the greats," she warned shrugging her shoulders.

"Go ahead kill me. Take your best shot, baby," I hissed, through clenched teeth making my voice sound lethal. Still she didn't flinch.

"Oh Edward you have me confused with my father," she said linking her arm through mine. "You're a harmless little thing to a girl like me," she gave a giggle licking her lips. There was no way my self-control was going to last much longer, but I needed to know what she meant.

"A girl like you?" I questioned looking down at her. She was strange, the strangest girl I'd met in all my years.

"I welcome death, like an old friend," she said turning to face me. "I accept the fact that one day I'll die. You see, girls like me are the real dangerous ones. Parents think were stupid, and we'll play as bait. Unlike my parents, I don't think all of your kind is terrible. Most are relentless, but not all. Like Carlisle for instance is a doctor, and helps people on a daily basis, and you haven't killed me yet, so that's a good sign." She made absolutely no sense.

"I don't understand what you're saying," I said, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"That's the point silly. You don't understand me, because I don't want you to. The only thing I want you to know is that I fancy you," she said, taking a step closer to me. "I trust you," she said giving a slight smirk, almost like she was challenging me. "Does that scare you?" She took a step closer to me. "Does my proximity scare you?" She questioned, tracing my marble skin. I could hear her heart beating so clearly, it was like I could feel the slight pitter patter against my chest. Her brown eyes seemed to search mine for a split second before she pressed her lips to mine.

In that moment any self-control I had was gone. In a split second I had her pinned against the marble wall, she didn't bother to scream, or even make a sound. Instead she looked at me, and gave a smile before I bit down, draining the life out of her. Her blood sang for me, I would never be able to find anyone else that taste's as divine as she did.