Hey guys! Sorry it took so long for the update, i've been swamped with schoolwork and speaking of which, i've got my GCSE's starting on May 14th and so i'll be studying like mad and won't have much time for writing. I do need to take breaks though! Haha! I will be updating, but they won't be as frequent as normal. Got to study and get me some A*'s! Haha.

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I stirred, my head crushing further into something soft as I tried to prolong my sleeping.

How long had I even been sleeping for?

All I could remember was the boat and then the water, and then the boy who saved me...

As I lay there, my eyes still heavy and closed, I began to remember things.

Cold hands, touching my forehead, my cheek...

Gentle fingers on my wet clothes.

A kind person taking care of me...

My curiosity got the better of me and I opened my eyes.

The room was dark, I narrowed my eyes for a moment and then widened them again when my eyes adjusted and I took a look around the room.

There seemed to be wall length windows, because the moonlight shone through that whole side of the room which was covered by cream curtains. I gazed at the room and saw shelves and shelves of books and music. My mouth dropped open in awe as I took a long glance at what looked like over 1000 books and even more music.

I tore my gaze away from them and continued around the room. There was nothing much else in the room, except the comfortable four poster bed I was lying in and a bedside table that had a tray with a glass of water on it and a plate of food.

I could vaguely remember being woken up and made to drink and eat.

I swallowed and realised my throat was abnormally dry. I reached over the bed to reach the glass of water and as I did I saw what I was wearing.

I wasn't wearing my summer dress I had before...

I pulled the light duvet from myself and gaped down at the light blue shirt I was wearing. The sleeves had been rolled up to my elbows and the buttons done up. The shirt reached my thighs and was obviously too big for me.

I realised after a long minute that I had nothing on underneath. Nothing.

I took a deep breath when suddenly the door opened. I gripped the duvet around me again, but when I saw the boy walk into the room, I didn't feel afraid...

He came in with his back to me, holding the door knob with his left hand and something else in the right. As he turned I saw the tray balanced perfectly in his hand.

But what got me the most, was him.

He was absolutely gorgeous. The kind of guy girls dream about, their prince...

He was tall with just the right amount of muscles. His hair was a bronze colour that seemed sexily messy on his head. Every part of him seemed to be perfect, completely perfect.

He wore dark jeans and a crisp white shirt that had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. I realised after a short second I was wearing his shirt. I automatically crushed the soft material into my skin and that's when I recognised the scent. The same smell I'd smelt when he'd saved me. He'd saved me.

As he turned around and his head raised I got a proper look at his face, and I wasn't disappointed. He had a strong jaw line that looked like it had been carved from stone, and perfect features that made him even more God like. But what I liked the most, was his eyes.

His eyes were pure gold. Not a speck of any other colour consumed them, only gold.

I took a deep breath as I stared into his eyes, eyes that were most definitely looking into mine.

"You're awake." He said, almost in a whisper, his voice flowed like a river, ringing in my ears.

He was definitely the guy who'd saved me, I recognised his voice.

I swallowed and opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off, "Drink some water. Your throat is probably dry."

I nodded in agreement and reached over to the bedside table. I drank the glass of water in earnest until every last drop was gone.

I looked up at him and smiled, "Thank you."

He nodded, still by the door, "I hope you don't mind... I um, took your wet clothes off and washed them. They aren't dry yet."

I blushed when I thought of him removing my clothes and I looked down at the duvet, "It's fine." I bit my lip.

"I went to the mainland and got you some more clothes and underwear... I've left them there." He pointed towards a massive wooden chest at the end of the bed.

"Thank you." I smiled again, "I'm Bella." I introduced myself.

He smiled, "Bella."

"Yes... It must have been weird for you, taking care of me and not knowing my name."

"A little." He smiled, "I'm Edward."

Edward.

He suited the name Edward.

"Nice to officially meet you Edward... Um... How long have I been out for?"

"Three days." He answered automatically.

"Wow." I laughed once, "Where am I?"

"Um..." his eyes narrowed and he glanced at the floor, "You're on my island."

"Your island?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes." He answered, looking up at me once again.

"I don't understand." I admitted and he looked down, "Do you live here by yourself?"

He raised his head to look at me and nodded slowly, a self-mocking smile crossing his features, "I've separated myself from humans for 94 years now."

My heart stopped beating at his announcement that made no sense to me at all. But almost automatically my heartbeat picked up in double time, making me take a deep breath as it shook my body.

He saw my reaction and his eyes widened, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

Hurt me? He looked hurt that I would even think that.

I smiled as my heartbeat began to return to normal with a few deep breaths, "I'm not afraid of you." I said gently, "I just don't understand."

He took in my calm state and walked towards the bed. He put the tray down on the floor and then sat on the bed, looking at me with cautious eyes.

"What do you mean 94 years?"

He looked down again at his hands and fiddled with his fingers. I followed his gaze. He was a piano player, I recognised the long, slender fingers that belonged to pianists. My old piano teacher had them, but of course I looked at her fingers more than the stuff she was teaching me.

I looked back up at his face, trust deep in my eyes. I knew he wouldn't hurt me, I wasn't afraid of him... If anything I was even more attracted to him.

He gazed into my eyes for a long moment and then opened his mouth, "I'm a... V-Vampire."

I let out an incredulous laugh, one of shock more than humour, "A vampire?" I asked, my whole being sobering with his intent gaze.

He simply nodded.

I looked down at the duvet, my heart accelerating slightly, not because I was in a room with a vampire, but because he was looking at me like he was willing me to trust him.

"But I don't kill humans." He blurted suddenly, obviously getting the wrong impression by my hyper heart, "I only drink the blood of animals."

I looked up at him, fascinated.

"Really? Can you do that?" I asked, genuinely interested.

He raised his eyebrows, "Yes... But it doesn't make me any less of a monster." He said intently.

"A monster?" I scoffed, "Edward, you're not a monster."

"You don't even know me... Not really."

"I know you enough to know that you're not a monster. You took care of me, gave me somewhere to stay... You could've easily left me for dead."

He stayed silent for a long moment and then I wondered something, "Edward? Like you said, I don't really know you... So why did you just tell me that? How do you know I won't tell someone?" I asked, "I mean I won't! I would never do that to you... I just..." I trailed off, I was rambling, making a fool out of myself.

"Bella." He hushed softly, "I had to tell you."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you can't leave the island."

"I can't leave?" I gasped.

He shook his head, "There's no way off... The mainland is too far away for me to swim you there... You'd die."

I sat in shock for a long moment.

I couldn't leave the island... I was never going to see my family again... But they probably thought I was dead anyway.

I should've felt guilty for not mourning the loss of my family, and I was sure I would in time, but in truth all I could think about was that I got to live alone... With Edward.

Call me selfish, but this man's a God.

I looked up at him, curiosity in my eyes, "How can you swim to the mainland then?"

"I don't need air..." he said, slightly distracted, "Don't you care that you can't get off the island?"

I looked down, "My family probably think I'm dead now... And it can't be so bad living here with you." I said before I could stop my lips.

Jesus, had I just said that?

I felt the blood flood my cheeks and I bit my lip, looking down at the duvet.

Edward spoke, "I understand." He sounded like he was smiling, or even laughing, "Perhaps you should get some sleep."

"Sleep?" I laughed, the mood lightening, "I've just woken up!"

"Yes." He pointed to the window, "But it's night time."

I sighed, "Tell me about you... Your history... Maybe that will help me sleep."

"Are you trying to call me boring?" he laughed, "You mean like a bedtime story?"

I nodded and settled back into the pillows again. Edward moved himself to the end of the bed and began to talk.


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