The pain seemed to last a lifetime. However, I was unaware of how long I had been like this, a couple of day's maybe. In that time, I had come up with some ideas of what might have happened to me after the van hit me, and what that agonising pain was. It trigged memories thinking about it, so I tried not to although I couldn't think of anything else. My throat burned, like a fire raged inside it, getting hotter and hotter.

The pain dulled and the black sheet covering my eyes lifted, slowly turning into grey and then revealed the cream walls. I'd assumed I was in the hospital in Forks, I'd been there many times before, nothing ever as serious as this, if it was serious, because I didn't know what had happened to me, except the van crushing me. However, this looked different, the walls in the hospital normally were dull, but this room had big open windows, and nice paintings on the walls. The room made me feel relaxed, all the neutral colours, beige, cream, light pinks really calmed my mood. I must have been in a private room, because this room was very, home like.

My eye sight felt like it had improved, I could see things much clearer, unless it was just appearing clearer because I couldn't see for the past few days. Looking around the room, it didn't feel like a hospital, and it certainly wasn't my house. I looked around to see who was in this room with me, for a nurse to explain everything to me. There wasn't anyone in the room, except that one person.

Edward Cullen stood alone in the corner of the room. He looked at me, but never spoke a word, or moved an inch. He was the last person I would have ever expected to be in a hospital room with me. I didn't think he cared enough to spend the time here with me. His eyes, looked as though he was in pain, not sad or like he was going to cry, he never looked upset, or like he had been crying, but just in agony. I wondered why this amount of pain was in his eyes. Had a member of his family been hurt too? Had they died in the accident? If so why would he be in here with me?

"Bella" he said in a soft voice, still sounding in pain.

"You have been in a very nasty accident, and it is going to be very hard for me to explain this too you, but if you ever want me to leave or stop talking, please tell me. I'm sure you would like to know where you are.

"You are in my house, in a spare bedroom. You will be very safe here, and will get all the medical attention you need, my father, Carlisle is a doctor, and will help you. You are not in a hospital because Carlisle thinks it would be better if you stayed here."

Unable to understand, I stuttered to ask him what happened to me, my voice was thick, and groggy, my lips chapped and cracked, hurt as they split trying to talk.

"What happened to me? And can I have a glass of water please? My throat feels like it's on fire." I finally chocked out, and spluttered and coughed after it.

"Bella, water isn't going to stop the burning, trust me I know what you're going through. You see Bella, Tyler's van crushed you, and hurt you enough. Without me going and making the situation a lot worse, Bella, my family are very different to what you think, we are not humans, we, we are.."

He stuttered, what was so hard that he couldn't admit. I know we haven't been the best of friends, but I'd like to think I'm an easy person to talk to, and a good listener.

"Bella, I almost killed you, and I'm almost getting myself killed, by what I did. You must promise not to tell a soul, because now, you are in on it too, and your life is also at stake. Because of me, you may be killed, you nearly have been killed. Bella, first of all, I'm in love with you, Isabella Swan, I Edward Cullen, love you. Secondly, this may be hard to understand at this moment in time, but you must stay calm, I won't let anything harm you"

There was a long pause, and I could see the distress it caused him to admit this.

"I am a vampire, as are my family. Bella, I nearly killed you, I am a monster."

He said I wouldn't understand, and I never, he said he loved me but he hated me, the looks he gave me, in science, in the corridors, the way he wouldn't sit close to me, held his mouth and nose as if I smelled horrible, and now, he loves me? I'd always had suspicions about Edward and his family, but never believed they were anything like this, a vampire. Vampires suck blood, don't come out in the day time, vampires…suck blood!

Everything became clear, the pain in my arm, was him biting me, to suck my blood! Millions of thoughts ran through my mind, pictures, everything slotting into place, the most confusing think of all, was knowing I loved him to, knowing I would do anything for him, knowing I would die for him, die with him, and I nearly died in his arms. I'm in love with a vampire; a vampire is in love with me. My life is pretty messed up.

Edward seen my expressions change, from confused, to scared, to horrified, to love. I loved him and wanted to tell him, right now, this very second. I was going to tell him, I had to tell him. I don't care he was a vampire, that didn't matter, he was obviously good, and kind, he had to be.

"Edward, I..." I was ready to confess my love to him. He interrupted me.

"No Bella, you need time to get your head around this. I'll tell you everything tomorrow."

He had a smile on his face, a smug smile. He bent in towards me. I knew what was going to happen. Our first kiss, I was ready for this, even though I had bad breath, I knew I wanted this. He moved his lips towards my face, shut his eyes, and pouted his lips. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand, this came a total shock to me. He pulled my hand toward his mouth. Gently kissed it, and then rested it back on my bed. I turned to look out the window, and lay there.