Edward's Point of View

A/N: Sorry to all of you reading What if She's an Angel but I have writer's block on that one (even thought I know what's going to happen, I just don't know how it's going to happen). I know that part of the reason for the writer's block is that this story has been in my head for a very long time and I can't push it away.

Edward's Point of View

I stared down at the angle sleeping peacefully on the bed beside me and wondered how it was that such a monster like me would ever end up with her.

I found comfort lying beside Bella. Every night I would steal into her bedroom while she was still awake and hum her lullaby that I had written for only a few months ago. When she finally fell asleep I would close my eyes, listening to the rhythms of her heart and steady breathing. It was the closest thing I would ever get to sleep for the rest of my existence. I also found it interesting to listen to the things she muttered in her sleep. It was the only time I would ever get to hear her true thoughts completely unguarded.

Last night had been a disappointment. She hadn't spoken at all, she hadn't even moved. I wondered if she was sick because that wasn't a part of her natural sleep cycle. I shook it off. She didn't smell sick.

I began to study Bella's face even closer to. There was no sweat on her forehead that would give away a fever and she didn't feel any hotter or cold than she usually did while lying right beside me, and there wasn't even a line on her face or expression that would give away discomfort.

But she did look different.

It seemed like the bones on her face were slightly more pronounced and she seemed a little…tan?

Bella didn't tan.

And how could that happen overnight?

Moving my eyes down to her arms which were crossed over her stomach on top her blankets I saw that they seemed to have more muscle than I remembered. Was I imagining things? Could vampires loose their minds?

I put my hand on Bella's arm and slowly ran my fingers down it. No. There was definitely muscle there. How could I have ever missed that?

Bella began to stir slightly in her sleep. It was the first time she had moved since she climbed into bed last night. She flipped over so that her body was facing me. I put my hand on her face and lightly rubbed my thumb along the now more pronounced cheekbone on her face. She sighed and her eyes fluttered open.

I smiled to her and then she smiled back but then her calm expression changed suddenly to that of pure horror.

Immediately she sat up in bed and screamed. Frantically she pulled her legs out of the mess of blankets at her feet and jumped off the bed. I was ready to catch her because I knew such a move for her would be impossible to make successfully but she didn't fall. She didn't even trip.

She screamed again, making me thankful that Charlie had already left for work and sprinted to the door, again, not tripping. I noticed that she seemed to be a slightly taller as well.

Vampire speed I ran to her at the door that she hadn't been able to open yet. Her eyes widened even more. I wondered if she was still half asleep and just having a nightmare. Did she think I was James? I flinched at the thought.

"Bella…" I began.

Another scream.

"Please Bella, just…"I tried again.

Another scream.

"Bella I…," I started but I ended up getting cut off again.

"STOP CALLING ME BELLA!" she screamed with amazing volume. Her chest heaved up and down while she tried to calm her heavy breathing. I could hear the accelerated thrum of her heart.

She was truly terrified.

"My name…is not Bella," she said breathlessly.

And I believed her.