Hello, I am back again. I am trying to write too much and yet I don't write enough. I apologize that I haven't updated in so long. I have also been trying to update on my other two stories. I haven't forgotten about this one. Also in this ch. There is a twilight quote, it will be easily found. I have modified it a little, but remember what he says, because it is of importance later.

Anyway, I had a few questions on my reviews, so let me just answer them here.

Is Edward human? - Yes, he is human- for now. There are vampires in this story, they are just not known right now. Well, I have introduced on of them, but he will play in the story more lately.

What year is it? - It's 1918. They live in Chicago.

Is Edward going to be like he was in twilight? - Mostly, of course for now he won't have any super human powers, but he does have his human traits that SM made up. He can also dazzle Bella, as you will find out in this ch.

If you have any other questions, I will be happy to answer them, I always reply to my reviews!!! Thanks!

Music: Unknown solider- Breaking Benjamin, (the rest are just what I was listening to currently) One and the Same- Audioslave, Somedays- Audioslave.


Edward led me into the market that was approximately a block or so away. I had tripped twice and each time, Edward steadied me, trying not to laugh as he did. But both times the corners of his mouth twitched as he fought back a chuckle.

On the walk, he said very little and kept a minor distance between us. It wasn't much, I could easily reach out to touch his hand or his arm, but I never did nor did he. The only time he would touch me, would be to catch me when I would almost fall directly on my face. Then he would, too quickly for my liking, release his arm from around my waist and intertwine his hands, once again, behind his back.

The thing that baffled me was every time he touched me, even with the slightest of pressure, my heart would beat frantically and my train of thought would disappear. I had only heard of this happening in books about true love… and it just couldn't be. I was sure he was just being polite, like the gentlemen of these times.

When we arrived at the small, but quaint market, I picked out the items on my list swiftly, as Edward followed silently behind me. I felt his eyes boring into my back the entire time, though. Every time I would turn around to look at his flawless face, I would blush furiously and then duck my head back down. For, every time I looked up, he too would be staring at me; watching my every move.

I checked my list to make sure that all the contents in my basket were right and then proceeded to the register, with Edward still trailing behind.

"I thought you said you needed something here, too?" I inquired.

He flashed me a dazzling smile before he spoke. "I was actually heading to the bookstore instead of the market, but you needed assistance. So rather than spending my time, with my nose buried in a books, I assisted you," he replied in his silky voice.

"Oh, you didn't need to do such a thing. But thank you, I couldn't have found it without your guidance," I bowed my head while I played with a stray piece of lace on my bodice.

When I reached the counter, the old, chubby man, checked out my items. He smiled when he saw who was accompanying me.

"Hello, Mr. Masen. How are you doing today?" he asked politely in a heavy, indefinable accent.

"I am doing very well, Mr. Martin. And how is business today, sir?" Edward responded just as politely back.

"Slow, but they always seem to kick up in the afternoon. How are your parents doing? We must set up a visit sometime soon, again. Martha is begging to see your mother again. It's been so long," his words jumbled together as he spoke.

"Yes, I do agree. I will pass this onto my mother. Hopefully, we can indeed set up a time for a dinner party." Edward replied, fluently.

"Sounds wonderful. And of course you must bring this young lady here. I heard she was new in town," he turned to me, "I'm sure my wife would be thrilled if you came to one of our dinner parties. They are well heard of around here. Please tell your mother about the event. I'm sure Mr. Masen can tell you details about the where and when, right Edward?" his plump head turned back to Edward and so did mine.

"Of course, I'm sure we will meet again." His eyes turned dazzling as he spoke. He too seems to enjoy the idea as much as I did.

It was strange, I never felt this way around someone before… flattered and special. He had a bizarre affect on me. He was a very handsome and absolutely polite. He seemed smart, had a pleasure for reading books. My mother would approve of him. But for his parents to approve of me was another question.

I am just an ordinary girl, nothing special. I come from… informal family… nothing fancy. It would be much better for him to be seen with any other girl in town that has some impeccable background and who was rich and flawless in beauty.

"That's $2.87, miss," Mr. Martin said, waking me from my deep, melancholy thoughts.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I just dazed off there for a moment. Pardon me," I apologized as I reached for my purse. I began to pull out my wallet, when a warm hand stopped mine. My heart fluttered from the touch.

"Please, Isabella, let me pay for it. It's not much."

"No, no, I could not let you do such a thing. Please, it's my necessities, I must pay for it," I argued back.

"Please, allow me," he spoke in a soft, irresistible tone as his eyes turned on full force.

"Uh… sure, if you desire so," I replied, shaking my head.

He smile widened as he paid Mr. Martin. He took the canvas bag from his grimy hand and motioned for me to follow him. I made my feet move through the door.

"Thank you, Mr. Martin. I will tell my mother of your invitation, she will be pleased," I flashed him a smile as I turned on my heal, out the door, where Edward waited.

From behind me I heard him mutter softly, "sweet girl."

"Thank you, Edward. I very much appreciate your kindness." He began walking once I reached him outside the shop.

"Your very welcome, my lady," he bowed his hat to me with another dazzling smile. And for the first time in a long while, I giggled at his actions.

"So do you think you will come to Mr. Martin's ball? They are quite famous around here. His wife is an exquisite cook and she throws a lovely party. It's a wonderful formal occasion. Usually around fifty or sixty people attend, depends on the type of party. They can also be small, but they are a unforgettable event, "he countered.

"I will try. I intend to tell my mother once I arrive home. But I would love to come. I think it would be a brilliant way to met others from around here."

"I agree, and of course I never miss those parties, so I will be there, awaiting your arrival. You can be my back up, you know… help me."

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

He sighed before he spoke. He seemed to not want to bring up this subject. "It's just at these balls, every woman my age are throw at me. I have never felt anything for any single one of them, but it gets quite… pestering. My mother is always pushing me towards one. You are the first that is… different from any one I have ever met. And I am… intrigued," He admitted sheepishly. His hands ran threw his bronze hair, wiping it away from his eyes.

I flushed and ducked my head, hoping he did not see it.

"I'm terribly sorry. I did not mean to offend you; I know nothing of detail about you. For all I know, you could be engaged. I am sorry that I have seem to thrown my self at you. After all we just met a few hours ago. I hope you can accept my sincere apology?" he turned to me, looking also rather embarrassed. His cheeks were also lightly pinked, but his eyes sparkled as they met mine.

"No, it's quite alright. You have no reason to be sorry. I was just… surprised that someone like you… could have interest in me. I assure you that I am nothing of a great deal. I am afraid that you will soon realize that. No one has ever showed such affection for me, that's all, I assure you."

"I beg to differ. I am extremely astounded that you are not taken. You are so much more than what you speak of. You doubt yourself all too much. I know that I am being so forward, and you are right I do not know much about you, but I intend to find out," his voice was strong and very honest.

By this time we had arrived at my house. The sun was just starting to set, creating a gorgeous picture you would see in a masterpiece.

He stopped and turned to me, closing the small distance between us, but in a way, there was still too much.

"Its twilight," he muttered as he looked off to the western horizon. His voice was slightly wistful as he spoke again.

"It's my favorite time of day; something always good seems to happen at twilight. But in the way it is also the saddest… the end of another day, the return of night. Darkness is so predictable, don't you think?" he smiled back at me, turning his head away from the faintly obscured horizon.

"I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars," I replied softly, looking into his hopeful, emerald eyes.

"Yes, I suppose so. You do surprise me, Bella," he chuckled.

Then he made a step towards me again. Watching me with his eyes, asking for permission, but for what I was unsure of.

His hand reached out and gradually trailed a line down my cheek with his warm hand. I leaned in to his delicate touch. His hand left a tingling sensation down my cheek.

He pulled away his hand as my eyes closed somewhat, memorizing his touch that left me breathless and put butterflies in my stomach.

"I do hope I see you soon, it was a pleasure meeting you. An experience I will not forget." He took a measured step away from me.

"Yes, I do hope to see you too."

"Good evening, Bella." he bowed his hat, once again. Then brought my hand up to his mouth, to where I felt his warm breath on my knuckles. His warm, soft lips touch the back of my hand for a fraction of a second. Then he released it, letting it fall limply to my side.

Turning on his heal, he walked back down the gravel path. The only sound was a distant crunch as his shoes came across a few stray leaves that blew across the path.

His head never turned back as he slowly disappeared into the darkness. But I swear I vaguely heard a chuckle as I watched what I would call an "angel" fade away.


So what do you think? There is more action to come!!! I am trying to update right now, because I am sick, so hopefully there will be another ch. By the end of the weekend or beginning of the week! Thank for your wonderful reviews for the last ch.!!!! You guys are great, keep it up:)