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Edward's POV

Damn Alice! Damn the whole lot of them!

I stopped running and sat down on a rock. I was now in the middle of a town, but didn't care who saw me. They wouldn't know I was a vampire anyway.

I ran my hands through my hair angrily and swore loudly.

After about a minute sitting there, someone came up to me. I could hear their heartbeat, so I knew it was a human.

"Wanna come for a drink, babe?" the human drawled. It was a girl, who looked about seventeen. She stunk of alcohol, and no doubt, she was also high on drugs.

God, he's sexy. I bet he's good in bed, she thought.

I mentally retched and tried to block out her thoughts, but they just got louder.

I wonder how big his-

"ENOUGH!" I shouted, standing up with my fists clenched.

The girl looked at me quizzically. "What's wrong, hun?"

"Just stop thinking that!" I shouted in her face, but she didn't flinch or back away.

"Wanna come for a drink, babe?" She asked again.

"NO I DON'T BLOODY WANT TO GO FOR A DRINK WITH YOU!"

I stormed away from her and began to run, this time at human speed so she wouldn't suspect that I was a vampire. What the hell is up with human girls? All they want to do is either commit suicide or turn into dirty sluts!

The girl didn't follow me, thank god, and before I knew it, I was out of the town and running at vampire speed again.

Alice's POV

It had been three hours since Carlisle had spoken to Edward, and he hadn't come home yet. I wondered what he was doing. Just at that second, I felt a vision coming on, and broke off my conversation with Jasper to fall silent. He took my hand, understanding that I was about to have a vision.

Edward was running at full pelt back towards America, and on his face was a look of anger and disgust. His fists were clenched, and he punched his arms back and forward rather unnecessarily violently as he ran. Trees, mountains and buildings flashed past him, but he ignored them all, only occasionally slowing down to jump over a river or stream. Finally, he slowed, and stopped beside a large sign that said, "Forks Welcomes You!"

He ran one hand through his hair and bit his lip, then sat on the ground. He thought for about half an hour, until he smelt something. Standing up, he looked behind him, and saw a pack of werewolves. They were standing in formation, partly hidden by the trees on the bend in the road. Silently they began to move towards him.

Edward froze, and made to run, because he was outnumbered and the wolves looked angry. One of the wolves growled at him, and in the next second, every wolf was once again a man, though they stood naked.

"Stop."

The words came from the mouth of the leader, who was obviously in charge as he was the oldest and stood at the front of the formation

"Why?" Edward replied, bending his knees so that he could burst into action if they attacked.

"Do not ever trespass on our land again," they said as one, their voices perfectly in time with each other.

"I was on your land?" Edward said, his eyebrows creasing.

"You were," a boy said. He looked about sixteen and was standing behind the leader. He was very tall, and had dark hair that had been shaved short into the same style as the rest of them. "Remember me," the boy said, "I am Jacob, and I will rip you to pieces if you step foot on our land again."

Edward nodded, as by the treaty, he had been on their land and it was his wrongdoing. "I apologise."

"That will not help you next time, bloodsucker," the leader said, "Apologies mean nothing to us, coming from a leech's mouth."

Edward tensed as he heard the names that werewolves used for vampires. He was about to retort when the boys seemed to melt back into the covering of trees, and they disappeared.

Edward turned, and began to run into Forks, leaving the sign behind him to melt into the fog that hung thick against the ground.

I gasped as the image playing behind my eyelids faded, then disappeared. It was replaced by Jasper's face.

"What was it Alice?" he asked.

I looked about the room to see we were alone.

"Edward's coming back," I said, leaving out the part about the werewolves. He didn't need to know that.

"Was there anything else?" Jasper asked.

"No," I said, and he seemed satisfied. He pulled me up from the sofa in our room and led me downstairs, to where Rosalie and Emmett were sitting. Rosalie ignored us; because she was angry at the butt kicking we had given her as soon as we had got back from hunting. Emmett was playing on his X-box, blasting apart aliens as he played. The sound of shooting rattled out of the speakers attached to the TV, but it sounded tinny and fake.

"What the hell are you playing that for, Emmett?" Jasper said. "That's not what shooting sounds like! Weren't you there in the Cold War?"

"No," Emmett said.

"A gun makes this sort of sound," Jasper said, and demonstrated by making noises with his mouth. "That's nothing like it!"

"Ok, ok, calm down, Commander," Emmett said, "Go play with your toy soldiers!"

Jasper growled under his breath and started to move towards Emmett, but I grabbed his arm.

"This isn't the time for that, Jazz!"

He looked at me and nodded. "Fine."

"Where are Carlisle and Esme?" I asked Emmett.

He answered without looking away from the TV screen. "Kitchen."

I pulled Jasper towards the kitchen and swung the door open. Esme and Carlisle broke off from their conversation at once.

We sat down on the opposite side of the table from them and leant our heads in our hands. "You were saying?" I said to Carlisle.

Carlisle looked at Esme, who nodded, so he spoke.

"We were saying that before Edward comes back, we should get some of you out of the house."

"Why?" Jasper asked.

"Because he'll be feeling really guilty and he wont be able to look us in the eye at first. He'll feel worse if there are lots of us there."

"Yeah, you're right. Well some of us will have to go now, then. Edward's on his way back right now," I said.

"Really?"

"Yeah," I said.

Carlisle got up from the table and went into the lounge. He chucked a fifty-pound note into Rosalie's lap. "Go out for the night, with Emmett."

"With Emmett?" Rosalie said, "I don't think so."

Esme went over to the TV and switched it off. "Go," she barked, "Now."

There was no arguing with Esme. She can be very scary when she wants to be. Rosalie stuffed the money into her purse and dragged Emmett up from the sofa.

"Come on," she said. The next minute they had gone.

Edward's POV

As I walked up the pathway of the house, their thoughts began to present themselves to me like they usually did.

I wonder when he's going to get here, Esme thought.

I hope he's in a good mood when he gets back, Jasper thought, Because if he's angry or guilty then I'm going to be able to feel it, and I wont be able to help being affected by it.

I tried to keep my emotions under control so it wouldn't bother Jasper, and as I knocked on the door, all I felt was calm. It was odd, because I couldn't sense Emmett's or Rosalie's thoughts, but I assumed they must be out. Why would everyone be at home when I got back anyway? Who would even want to see me? As usual, I couldn't sense Bella's thoughts.

Alice opened the door, and immediately enveloped me in a bone-crushing hug. I couldn't feel pain, and my bones couldn't break, but I swear I heard something crack.

"Hi Alice," I said dully.

"Come on, Edward," she said, holding me by the shoulders to look at me. I kept my eyes down- I couldn't meet her gaze. "Have some spirit!"

Jasper appeared beside her and clapped me on the back. I managed a weak smile.

"Welcome back," he said.

Carlisle walked across the room towards me and I wanted to run again. I felt so bad. These people had stood by me and helped me in every way possible, and I had just run away from them and been rude to them.

Carlisle hugged me.

"Edward," he said, and smiled. "Welcome home."

"Sorry Carlisle. I really am sorry."

"Don't worry Edward," Carlisle said, ruffling my hair. "It happens to all of us."

I was about to say something else but Esme put her finger over my lips. "I missed you, Edward. Don't run away again," she said.

Oh sweet, sweet Esme. How could I have hurt her, hurt all of them like this?

"I wont," I choked into her hair.

If he were human, I'd feed him some chocolate chip cookies. Its lovely to come home to some freshly baked cookies- especially when you've had a rough day, Esme thought.

"Well, I can't eat cookies, but I'm sure Bella can," I said.

"She wont come out of her room," Esme said. "I'd give her the whole batch if she did. She needs feeding up."

I walked over and plonked myself in the chair, putting my head in my hands. What have I done?

Alice froze and seemed to be having another vision. After a few minutes, she spoke.

"Bella won't come out of her room unless you go up there, Edward."

"What?" I said.

Alice repeated what she had said.

"I hardly think the person Bella wants to see is me," I said, and felt Esme's hand on my shoulder.

"I think Alice is right," Esme said.

"I would say, 'You caused this problem, you should fix it', but I think that's a bit harsh here. But you get my point," Carlisle said softly.

"It wasn't Edward's fault," Jasper said, "I understand what he's feeling."

Of course he does, I thought, He knows exactly what I'm feeling. In fact, he knows exactly what I'm feeling all the time.

"Thanks, Jazz," I said.

He clapped me on the shoulder again. "It's not as if I can help it, though."

"Edward," Alice said sternly, "You have to go up there. I know for a fact that Bella won't come out unless you go up!"

"Alice can see the future," Esme said. "I think she'd know."

"Fine," I said. I got up from the chair and trudged towards the stairs. Climbing them slowly, I ran my fingers along the handrail.

I hope she comes out soon, Esme thought, She hasn't eaten for hours. I wonder what she's been doing in there!

I heard her thoughts and wondered myself what exactly she has been doing in my room. I wouldn't be surprised if she's tearing up all my things right now.

I decided to take a shower before I attempted to get Bella out of my room. I wanted to feel the water warm me.

"Jazz?" I shouted back down the stairs.

"Yes?" he answered.

"Can I borrow some clothes?"

"Sure," Jazz said.

I went into the room he shared with Alice. Two wardrobes stood on the right wall. It was obvious which was Alice's, because it wouldn't close properly as she had so much stuff in it. I saw a tiny black lacy nightgown on the bed, and raised my eyebrows. I didn't know Alice wore that sort of stuff!

I opened Jasper's wardrobe and saw all the clothes hanging neatly on colour-coded hangers. Esme must have organised it for him. I shuffled through the clothes until I found some plain black jeans, and a loose white shirt. I took a pair of socks from the bottom of the wardrobe, and then snapped it shut. With the clothes over my arm, I walked into the bathroom.

We didn't have a lock on the door, because the room didn't have one when we brought the house. This hadn't bothered any of us, so we had never got one put in. I slung my clothes on the chair and closed the door.

I switched the shower on and got undressed, then stepped in and closed the door. I had the water as hot as it would go, and even then, it hardly warmed me. I took a long shower, then got out and wrapped myself in a towel. The mirrors were all misted up and I rubbed a small section so I could see my reflection.

Topaz eyes looked back at me. I ruffled my hair and dried myself, then got dressed in Jasper's clothes. They fit me fine, as Jasper and I were almost the same height. As I did up the buttons of the shirt, I realised that the top one was missing. That must be why I hadn't seen Jasper wearing this in a while. I shrugged it off and stepped out of the bathroom, and flicked the light switch off.

Alice's thoughts floated upstairs to me, oh my god. Edward decided to wear that white shirt! The one I broke the button of when Jasper and I were— I shook my head and hummed a tune so that I didn't have to listen to the rest of Alice's thoughts. Sometimes they forgot that I could hear everything they were thinking.

The door to my room was locked and I rapped on it with my knuckles. I waited for a few seconds, and knocked again.

"Bella?" I said. "Can you please let me in?"

I heard a muffled sobbing and her answer. Her nose was blocked and it came out muffled.

"No."

"Bella, I need to get some clothes." I tried this but knew that it probably wouldn't work."You're in my room, you know."

"Borrow someone else's."

"Please Bella."

"No."

"I can explain," I said. I rested my head on the door. In one second I could have broken the door down, but I knew that Bella would be very scared if I did this, and that she would think I was a monster. In fact, she probably already did.

"Explain what?" she said.

"Everything. Why I kissed you, why I attacked you, everything. And I can explain why I stopped you from killing yourself, and how I knew where you were."

I knew I had aroused her interest, but she still didn't open the door.

"How do I know you wont attack me again, as soon as I open the door?" Bella said.

I sighed deeply. "You can't. You just have to trust me."

Bella was silent for a full ten minutes, thinking. It frustrated me that I didn't know what she was thinking about, but I waited patiently. I heard the lock scraping in the door and she opened it slowly. She was shaking with fear, and her eyes were red and puffy from crying. I stopped breathing, just in case what happened before might happen again. Though I knew it wouldn't happen again, I had more self-control now. And I wouldn't let it.

"Edward," Bella sighed.

"Bella," I sighed back.

She stepped back to let me in the room, her eyes following me. I sensed her looking me up and down from the back as I walked to the centre of the room. She shut the door, and then sat on my sofa.

The room was exactly as it had been the last time I had left it.

"What were you doing in here?" I said.

"Listening to music," she answered, gesturing at my speakers.

"What music?" I said. I took the CD out and noticed it was music I had composed myself on the piano.

"I don't know who it's by," Bella said, "It was such beautiful music! I wanted to buy it after I'd heard it, so I looked, but the CD was blank. Did you download it from the internet?"

"No," I said, "I wrote it."

Bella's eyes widened.

I put the CD back in and pressed play. It hummed quietly out from the speakers and I saw Bella relax. Her heartbeat, which before had been thudding out a quick rhythm, slowed to normal speed.

"So…" she said, not wanting to speak as the music played. "Why did you save me?"

"I have to start from the start," I said.

Bella nodded, then stiffened as I sat beside her on the sofa. I kept a large distance between us, but still she looked tense.

I won't hurt you, Bella. I won't hurt you ever again, I thought. She has to trust me, or she won't believe anything I say, though. I'm going to have to prove to her that I mean her no harm.

"Bella?" I said.

"Yes?"

"Don't be scared," I said, and I moved closer to her on the sofa. I took her arms and looked her in the eyes. She looked straight back at me, and I could see her fear fading. Her eyes were locked with mine, and I looked straight at her. Straight at her into the chocolate brown pools that she had for eyes. They were so deep… I could feel myself getting lost in them.

I tried to move my gaze away but couldn't, and could feel myself moving closer to Bella. She blinked and her dark eyelashes fluttered against her pale skin. "Edward," she moaned. "Edward…"

I began to breathe, taking in her scent. It was so unlike the vampire scent I smelt all day on my family and I. It was floral, a mix between lavender and freesia. I inhaled deeply, and breathed out again.

Bella's POV

Edward was holding both of my hands in his, and sitting very close. Oddly, I wasn't scared at all. My fear had faded as soon as I had locked gazes with him, and looked into his topaz eyes.

"Edward," I moaned, "Edward…"

He ignored me, just leaned closer. His breath fanned across my face, and it was the nicest smell I had ever smelt. I could feel myself getting dizzy, but I didn't move away because I couldn't. I just wanted to breathe in his smell forever.

Then I collapsed.

Edward's POV

I had just taken a deep breath when Bella went limp in my arms, and blacked out against my chest.

"Bella!" I called softly. What brought that on?

Worry rose up in my chest, as I shook Bella and she didn't move.

I heard a bang, and Jasper, Alice, Esme and Carlisle appeared in my doorway. The door had slammed against the wall as Alice had thrown the door open forcefully. Esme frowned but didn't comment.

"I sensed your worry," Jasper explained. "What is it?"

"It's Bella," I said, lifting her up and laying her on the sofa. Her eyes were still closed. "She just collapsed!"

Carlisle came over and examined her.

"What's wrong with her?" I said, worried for her health.

"She's very thin," Carlisle explained after a few minutes, "She mustn't have been fed much at her home. And she hasn't eaten all day."

Esme rushed out of the room and appeared a few seconds later back in the doorway. She had run at vampire speed down to the kitchen, and in her arms she carried the whole batch of cookies, a glass of water, a banana, a piece of bread with butter on it, and a bar of chocolate.

She laid the tray on the table beside the sofa, and kneeled down beside Bella. Jasper and Alice came over to me.

"What happened?" Alice said.

"Don't you already know?" I said.

"I didn't have a vision of this. I was… distracted."

"By what?" I asked.

Alice looked like she would have blushed if she could have done, "Erm, by… Jasper." He better not ask what we were doing! Alice thought.

I just raised my eyebrows.

"So what happened?" Jasper asked.

"I was looking at her, and she just collapsed!" I said.

Carlisle turned around. "Were you sitting close to her?" he said.

"About…" I moved closer to Alice, so that there was about a millimetre between us, "This close."

"God, what were you doing?" Alice said.

"Holding her hands… trying to get her to trust me," I said, standing back from Alice again.

"You didn't breathe on her did you?" Carlisle asked.

"Well… yeah. I did."

"That's probably part of it," Carlisle deduced.

"Part of what?" I asked impatiently.

"Jasper told me that Bella was your singer. She must be, for you to have so little control with her. Well, some singers have a connection with the vampires who yearn for their blood."

"What sort of connection?"

"They are deeply attracted to the vampire. More so than other humans."

Jasper snorted loudly, and Alice elbowed him. He openly started laughing then, until I punched him in the ribs.

"So you're saying… Bella…" I started, but was too embarrassed to continue.

However, Jasper finished my sentence for me, "Bella thinks you're fit."

Alice giggled and stuck her fist in her mouth to try and keep quiet. It didn't work.

I couldn't believe we were having this discussion.

"So what can I do?" I said. "I can't have her fainting every time I look at her, or breathe on her!"

"Try not wearing clothes like that next time," Carlisle said.

"Like what?" I said, looking myself up and down. "These clothes are Jasper's!"

"You can see half your chest," Alice laughed. "The top button has gone."

"So?" I said stubbornly.

"Have you ever thought that everyone might not want to see your whole body?" Jasper laughed. "Try not wearing such provocative clothing next time, Edward."

"Don't tease him," Esme said, but they ignored her.

I looked down at my chest. It was the same as ever, pale and muscled.

"What's wrong with it?" I said.

"Nothing," Esme said, "It's lovely."

"Yeah, you have a fit chest, Edward," Alice said.

Jasper growled.

"But yours is nicer," Alice said to him.

I sighed loudly. "This is stupid."

Jasper and Alice laughed and Carlisle frowned.

Just at that second, Bella moaned and opened her eyes.

"Bella?" I said, trying to keep my voice even. Once again, I wished I could hear her thoughts.

"Edward?" she answered, her eyes looking up into mine.

"Yes?" I said.

"What happened?"

"You… fainted. I think."

"Why?" Bella asked.

This was one question I didn't want to answer. I could hear Carlisle starting to explain, so I interrupted.

"We don't know," I said. I looked at Carlisle and warned him with my eyes not to start such an embarrassing conversation with Bella.

He raised an eyebrow but stopped speaking.

"I brought some food for you," Esme said gently to Bella.

Bella smiled shyly. "Thank you, Mrs. Cullen."

"Just Esme will do fine, dear."

Bella picked up the banana and took a big bite. Jasper couldn't contain his interest and watched Bella openly as she chewed and swallowed.

"What?" Bella asked him once she had finished her bite.

"How can you eat that?" Jasper said.

"What?" Bella said, "What's wrong with bananas?"

"No," Jasper said, "I mean food. How can you eat it?"

Bella's eyebrows knitted together.

"Jasper," I hissed, too low and quick for Bella to hear, "She doesn't know what we are."

"Oh. Sorry," Jasper said back. "But why haven't you told her? She's really confused- about everything. I can feel it."

"Why haven't you told her, Edward?" Esme asked.

"I was going to- but then she collapsed."

"Tell her now, then," Carlisle said.

"Bella- I'm a vampire," I said in a normal voice.

"What?" Bella said, her tone questioning my sanity.

"I'm a vampire," I repeated.

"I didn't mean tell her like that," Carlisle said, "You could lead her up to it."

"By saying what?" I said.

"What are you talking about, Edward?" Bella said.

"I am a vampire," I said slowly as if talking to an old person.

"Edward," Jasper said, "This isn't helping. She's even more confused now."

"Are you insane?" Bella asked me.

"Probably," I answered shortly, looking out the window.

"Is this a joke?" Bella asked. The banana she had been eating was frozen in her hand. She hadn't moved since I'd told her.

"No," Alice said. "We are all vampires."

Bella looked confused again. "You're… all… vampires?" Bella's mouth was gaping open and when she spoke she looked like a fish. I chuckled quietly.

"Edward." Bella turned to me. "I trust you."

"You should," I answered.

"Will you show me?"

"Show you what?"

"That you are a vampire."

Immediately I growled and my voice turned icy cold of its own accord. "You want me to drink your blood, or something?"

"Well…" Bella said, "Isn't there any other way to show me what you say is true?"

"I thought you trusted me."

"I do, but it would be nice to see."

"You're wrong," I said.

"Why?"

"It would most definitely not be nice to see."

"Why?" Bella asked.

"Are you insane?" I asked, echoing her question from before.

"Probably," she answered quickly, like I had done before.

I raised one eyebrow and turned away, walking out of the room.

"Sorry about that," I heard Alice say from behind, "He's a bit touchy about that subject."

I growled threateningly back at her, but she ignored me. I descended the marble staircase and swept into the lounge, walking towards the front door. I pulled my car keys off the hook they lay on, grabbed my coat, and closed the door with a bang.

Rosalie's POV

Emmett still seems a bit pissed off with me, and I don't know why. Why was he so bothered about this human? That's all she is. She's nothing special. And I don't know what I am supposed to have done. All I did was tell Edward to prove to me that he wasn't hungry. It was his choice to try and prove it— even if it did go wrong. I didn't have anything to do with that.

Emmett walked beside me, holding my hand, even if it was lightly. His face was turned away from me. We had been to watch a film already, and now we were going to a club. I honestly hadn't been to a club for a long time, and all the music I had in my car was Edward's. He had taken away all of my CDs and replaced them with copies of his, saying my music was rubbish and I should try listening to his.

I had grumpily agreed to try out his music, but I hadn't actually listened to any of it yet. And I didn't plan to.

So, back to the club. I wanted to listen to some modern pop or dance music, and the club in Port Angeles was the perfect place to do it. Emmett apparently didn't mind where we went.

"Rosalie?" Emmett said.

"Yes?"

"How long is it till we get there?" he asked.

I smiled. "Not long."

We turned the corner and the club was right in front of us. It had a massive sign that glowed and glittered, and two bodyguards barred the door. Though neither of them would have been any match against Emmett or me.

"Welcome," one said in a husky voice, particularly to me, and winked.

Emmett growled angrily under his breath, and the bodyguards must have sensed his anger, because they ushered us inside. We didn't even have to pay.

Loud music hit us as soon as we entered, and blasted my eardrums. I smiled- this was just what I needed. The dance floor was large and filled with dancing couples, and a long bar stretched across one side of the room. Several smaller rooms led off from this one, and the air was thick with smoke and throbbing lights.

"Want to dance?" I asked Emmett in my most seductive voice. I looked up at him from under my lashes and parted my lips slightly.

"Y… yeah," Emmett choked, taking my hand.

God, he was such a sucker for my charm.

I looked down at my clothes to check that they were presentable for a club. I was wearing a very short denim skirt, which was ruffled. Around my waist was an expensive belt, which had cost me more than three hundred dollars, and my long legs were bare down to a pair of black strappy heels. My top was very tight and a dark red colour, to match my belt, and my blonde hair was tied back with a flower clip. Several curls escaped the clip to fall around my face.

Emmett had always told me that he loved this top, so I wore it when I wanted to make something up to him, or wanted him to do things my way.

Emmett led me to the centre of the dance floor, dodging past other couples. The spotlight was right over our heads. Emmett took my hand and began to dance in the old fashioned way, which he had learnt as a young man, but I stopped him and whispered in his ear.

"Why don't you let me lead?"

"Alright," Emmett answered.

I then took his hand and began to dance my way.

When the song ended, Emmett was out of breath, even though he didn't need to breathe.

He was panting and staring at me.

"I've never seen you dance like that, before."

I raised one eyebrow and gave him a small smile. I leaned forward, snaked my arms around his neck, and kissed him on his lips. He put his hands on my waist, and kissed me back.

"Eww," I heard someone say, "Get a room."

I leant back and glared at a boy who was surely too young to come into a club. I bared my teeth and growled loudly, and his eyes widened. He ran from me quickly, and flew out of the door of the club. I smiled widely, and turned back to Emmett.

"I love you," I said to him.

He ran his tongue over his sharp white teeth, and as his answer, he picked me up in his arms and kissed me deeply, pressing our bodies together in the smoky haze.

Bella's POV

I was upset that Edward had left- it hurt me deeply for some reason. I could just see his face in my mind, eyes smouldering, and sweet breath coming quickly against my face, his body close. Telling me to trust him.

Oh Edward. I am sorry.

I sat up on his sofa and looked around the room. The others had left me, and Esme was the only one in the room.

She was staring at my face; probably trying to gauge what emotions I was feeling.

"Bella?" she said softly. Her voice was like a small bell chiming and it calmed me.

"Yes?" I replied, taking a last bite of the toast. I had eaten everything she had brought up, just left one cookie on the plate. I had been leaving it for Edward, but according to the stories, he drank blood, so he probably wouldn't want the cookie.

"Do you want to know some more about us?" Esme asked.

"Yes, please," I said enthusiastically to Esme, leaning forward. She patted my shoulder and sat opposite me. I noticed that I couldn't hear her breathe.

"We drink blood, but only the blood from animals," Esme told me, "So you have nothing to worry about, dear."

I nodded, relief filling me. Of course, this lovely family wouldn't hurt me. Edward had told me so himself.

Esme then proceeded to tell me the rest of the family's history and ways. My head was beginning to hurt with all this new information; but I believed every bit of it, because Edward had told me it was true.