Disclaimer: I don't own Edward, and I don't really want to. I don't Twilight at all. I do however own this diary of Edward's, which is great fun.
Entry 10:
Sorry, it's been forever but I just have had a lot to handle lately. You would not even believe how much I feel stupid for stopping that van. Not that I regret it... I don't regret saving her life. What is wrong with me? I am cold and unfeeling! This is not right! She's not one of us! I am a vampire and I have superhuman skills! I should be immune to human emotion! I wish I could just rant and rave but what would that profit me? It would just be an even bigger contradiction to my unfeeling nature. Sigh. I gotta go eat.
Entry 11:
I am growing too close to one Isabella Marie. Swan. And I shouldn't be! It's unnatural and more than just a little creepy. Is this love or an obsessed infatuation? I shouldn't even think about love. This is ridiculous. I need to stop now while I still can. Yes! I can stop! …But alas, it's so hard. I feel awful, for I'm afraid I've been quite rude to her and she was under the impression I regretted saving her life! She got mad at me the other day and when I asked her if she really felt that way, that I regretted it she answered, "I know you do." How absurd. This also shows what she knows. Anyways, Bella is a danger magnet so I've been following her around for the past couple days (I've been unable to go to school as it is sunny :( ..) I simply couldn't bear it if something happened to her! I would feel so incredibly guilty knowing I could've stopped it somehow. She's just so clumsy. She's always hurting herself. I should be repulsed by her weakness but somehow my fragile heart finds it endearing. Oh what a mess I am.
Anyways I've got to go watch Bella sleep.
More later,
Edward C.
Entry 12:
Sigh. I must admit what I never wanted to. I know it is seriously time to back off from Bella. Last night while I was watching her sleep she said my name. How obsessive! She could be some sort of creeper, and I just don't know how I feel about that. Then again, she needs me! The other day I was following her down a dark alleyway and she almost got into some trouble with some....punks. Fools! So I saved her and then I was driving fast (like always. Seriously. I don't even have to watch the road.) and she started speculating about me being some sort of super hero. She just doesn't get it. Sigh. My life is a sad bowl of soup.