Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns these nutty characters… I didn't think fast enough to create them. Sigh.

BPOV

As Edward and I strolled into the restaurant, I saw the waitress take one look at my date and scamper on over before any of the other waitresses could see him.

"Why, hello there! A table for two?" the blond woman asked, batting her eyelashes.

But Edward was watching me, and didn't see.

"Yes, please. A table in a quiet area would be preferable, if possible."

"Absolutely. Right this way," she replied, grabbing two menus and leading us to a small table by the window. There were no occupied tables in sight.

"Perfect. Thank you."

"Sure," the waitress said as we took a seat, "Now, can I get you two something to drink?"

"Bella?"

"Uhm, I'll have an iced tea," I responded.

"And for you?" the waitress asked him.

"Nothing for me, thank you," he replied in his velvety voice.

As the waitress walked away somewhat reluctantly, Edward stared into my eyes. Every time he did that, it was as if our eyes were magnetically locked. I couldn't bring myself to look away from his butterscotch eyes. I knew that I would have to bring up the subject of exactly who, or what he was soon enough. But right now I just continued gazing at him, as he did to me. We didn't move until the waitress returned, setting down my drink, and asked what we wanted to eat.

"I'm not hungry, so what would you like, Bella?"

I hadn't looked at the menu, so I just blurted out the first thing I saw.

"I'll have the garden salad," I said, tearing my eyes away from his to glance at the waitress.

"Alright. Are you sure there isn't anything I can get for you?" she asked my date.

"No, thank you."

When she walked away, I knew I didn't have time for another staring session. I had to take action.

"So, Edward…" I began, "What brought all this on?"

"I simply wanted to learn more about you. I find you fascinating, and very hard to read," he replied.

"How so?"

"Well, I can normally tell what other people are thinking. But with you, I just get nothing."

"What do you mean, tell what other people are thinking? Are you like, psychic or something?"

To my surprise, he laughed.

"I suppose you could say that, yes. I can read every mind in this room, and outside for a few miles around… except for yours."

"Oh." I couldn't think of anything else to say. I was still slightly in shock.

Thankfully, Edward just waited, letting me take that in. But I had a feeling that I'd be getting some bigger surprises later that night, and that I would never quite get over them.

"Edward?"

"Yes?"

"I was talking to this… friend of mine. And he told me some stories…"

"Who is this friend?"

For a split second, I wondered if I should keep the name a secret. Nahh.

"Jacob Black."

"Ah. And what did he tell you?"

"Well, he told me some Quileuete legends. Like, ones about mythical creatures."

I saw his jaw tighten.

"What kinds of mythical creatures?" he asked reluctantly.

"Oh, uhm, he told me about werewolves… and vampires…"

"And what did he say about these… creatures?"

"Uh, well… he told me… that… his family was descended from wolves," I chickened out at the last second.

"Anything else?"

"Well… uhm… he said that… uhm…"

"Please, Bella. Before I lose my mind."

"He said that the Cullens were vampires," I blurted out.

He paused for a long time before answering, looking down at his hands. I wished I hadn't brought it up in a way, but at the same time I was dying to know if it was true.

"And are you afraid?" he asked.

"So it's true?"

He just looked at me.

"No, I'm not afraid," I assured him. In fact, I always felt very safe with Edward.

"But I'm a monster, Bella," he whispered, "and I've killed people before."

"It doesn't matter to me. That's in the past, and---"

"Doesn't matter!? Bella, I wanted to kill you. I wanted your blood more than I've ever wanted any other person's blood. I still have trouble controlling myself around you," he fumed.

"I don't care."

"If you were smart you'd leave now and stay away from me forever."

"Well obviously I'm not smart! I'm sitting across from you right now, aren't I?" I all but yelled, leaning into the table.

We sat there staring each other down until the waitress brought me my salad. I thanked her, stabbed some lettuce with my fork, and chomped on it angrily. Why couldn't he just be my friend? Or… more than a friend? Why did he have to make this so complicated?

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