I own nothing of twilight, no matter how much I wished I did (well the books at least)

all credit for plot goes to SaintJelli

I'm new to writing and so it's probs gonna be a bit bad for the next chapter until I get used to writing. :)

thanks for sticking with it

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BPOV

I slowly opened my eyes. My limbs felt heavy and my head hurt. I tried looking around but the lights were off. I fumbled for the lamp on the bedside table and when I finally found it, I realised I was in one of the bed rooms of the royal suite.

Finally calming down enough to take in my surroundings, I noticed I was in the blue room. The walls were the most beautiful shade of teal with a sky blue patterning.

This meant that it was next to the hallway, just a few paces to the door to the suite and I could get out without waking anybody up. I looked to the floor...

Sprawled out on a roll away bed, sleeping peacefully was the angel from yesterday. His tussled bronze hair framing his face like a picture frame. I sat up and tried to get out of the bed without making too much noice...

Wrong move. I groaned in pain as my hand gripped at my right rib and I fell back onto the bed.

Instantly the angel was by my side, wide awake, concern flashing across his face, his green eyes ablaze with curiosity.

"Are you ok?" his velvet voice whispered.

I shook my head gently, he nodded and passed me a glass of water from the bedside table and 2 red tablets from the drawer. I looked at them dubiously.

"They're pain killers, very strong, called Dizapan. You cracked a rib so this should stop it hurting too much." he smiled. His smile was slightly wonky, but it was cute. This was my smile.

I was dazed. I swallowed the tablets and downed the water. Then I drank in the rest of my angel. As my eyes lowered I realised that he was sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but his boxers. His perfect body, there for my eyes to behold. His chiselled chest and subtly defined abs had me blushing like a tomato. He was perfect, perfect in every way.

I dropped my eyes to the duvet and tried to think about something else, other than the beautiful angel who's bed I was lying in. I desperately tried to pretend to be interested in the pattern on the cover but he noticed my coloured cheeks. He smiled my smile again and i was dazed... again.

"Sorry, I didn't realise it would bother you. I'll put something on if you would prefer?"

I shook my head.

"No, It's ok." I managed to mumble. "Ummm, not to sound inconsiderate, b-b-but who are you and why am I here?" I stuttered.

"I'm Edward Cullen, you met my sister Alice before well, before you were knocked out. And you're here because the rest of my family and I saw what had happened and helped you when you were hurt. My room was the only one with a spare bed, and my father is a doctor so he wanted to make sure you were ok." He smiled down at me

Normally I would have felt belittled and angry at the fact I couldn't move, but it felt like Edward had cast a spell on me. It was like I didn't care if I couldn't move... I didn't want to move.

"Do you remember anything that happened before, well, y'know?" he asked awkwardly.

"Umm, I left your sister Alice after she crushed me in a hug, how something so small can be so strong,"

"Yeah, she has a tendancy of doing that..." he laughed. "Then..."

"oh, uh... yeah, I went down the hall and I must have bumped into a guest, he apologised and..."

"And...?"

"He asked me out," I said, then adding quietly adding "I turned him down. He lost his temper, then I saw you come around the corner."

"I see. Do you know his name?"

"I think he said his name was James" I said, unsure, pushing my brain to remember more but the pain killers were kicking in and my brain was starting to go fuzzy. My eyes were fluttering closed.

I felt a hand gently on my back lowering me down, then a soft whisper in my ear.

"Sleep tight"

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EPOV

I stay sitting there for another 10 minutes just staring at the beautiful woman laying in my bed. Her brown hair gently fanned out on the pillow, a soft smile on her lips.

How could anyone, even a monster like that vile man James, want to hurt anyone so wonderful.

I sighed, made sure she was covered and went back to my roll away bed, but the rest of the night, she was the only thing in my dreams.

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