I am sosososososososososo sorry!!! I had a huge case of writer's block! Please forgive me!

"Yes I do feel the same way."

I blushed. How could someone like him could even like someone like me.

"Come with me." He motioned with his hand.

I followed him out the front door. He took off running, and I followed, doging trees and bolders. The speed was exhilarating, feeling like you can walk on air. I loved running, it seemed that Edward did too. He was just a bit faster than myself.

Within a matter of minutes, Edward stopped at the edge of a meadow. He seemed to be waiting for me, so I ran ahead to meet him. I let out a gasp, this meadow was spectacular. It was perfectly circle, the grass touched with a slight frost. I was entranced with it. It was entirely beautiful, so natural.

"What are you thinking?" Edward asked, his eyes on me.

"How beautiful this place is." I answered honestly.

"Do you know what happens when we go out into the sun?"

"No." Carlisle didn't say anything about that. "Why?"

He took a step into the meadow, "You'll see."

I took a step also.

We stood like that for about ten seconds. Suddenly, the sun came out and I gasped. Edward and I (Sounds like the King and I, huh?) were sparkling, out skin reflecting tiny diamonds around the meadow.

"Hollywood doesn't get much right, do they?" He asked sardoniticly.

"Aparently not." I responded.

He took my hand and led me to the center of the little haven. He sat down, pulling me with him.

(A/N This is going to be a lot like chapter 13: Confessions in Twilight.)

He just sat there, staring into my eyes, causing me to flush.

"That is amazing that you can do that."

"I wish I couln't." I paused, "Can I ask you a question?"

He looked warily at me, "That depends on what it is."

"Why do some of the Quileutes dislike your family?"

"Have you heard their legends?"

"No."

"Well, when we were last here, we made a treaty with the tribe's chief, Ephriam Black, that we wouldn't kill any people. You see, they knew of vampires, the chief was a werewolf, along with two others. The werewolf is our mortal (haha, very ironic) enemy. Some of the people turn into wolves when there are vamprires around. The tribal elders don't like us because of what we are, there are some wolves, but they can't attack us because of the treaty."

"Which you have broken." A voice came out of the woods. It was Sam Uley, flanked by five other boys.

I left you at a huge cliff-hanger, muhahahaha! Some review would be greatly appreciated!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!