"And the Lion Fell in Love With the Lamb"

Chapter 4: Apartment

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

A/N: Yeah, short chapter, I know - what the heck, sue me. No actually - please don't. My disclaimer is up there. Well anyway, I just wanted to brief over the whole entire...

"WOW! HE GLITTERS!" Yeah. Pathetic.

Anyway - next chapter will probably be about her and her million questions. Not a very fun chapter, but you'll still need the information. What do you need the information for? I still have no clue yet either. Sorry. LOL

Okay. Well, on with the story.

Edward Cullen

It was stupid and repulsive of me to kidnap her. As a matter of fact, it was completely unnecessary and idiotic. If I wanted her blood I could have - should have - just taken it from her right there and threw her body away. But I didn't. Instead I let myself in her room using the conveniently placed window - and sat there waiting for her to finish arguing with her dad. Not to mention, her dad - a cop - was just about 10 meters away. He still couldn't have done much to a monster like me, but nonetheless, I avoid cops.

Like I said, completely idiotic and unnecessary.

More than that though, how is any human going to fall asleep while they're kidnapped? You would think that they would be shaking in fear. Perhaps, trying to bite your head off or scratch they're way free - not that it would work, mind you. Though, any human with self preservation would do just that.

Not sitting in the backseat dozing off.

Doesn't this oblivious girl care for her own safety the slightest? I'm beginning to think she was born without fear.

No, forget the lack of fear. How is this human going to make me carry her up to my apartment? Surely, it wouldn't take me even the smallest of efforts but I do not generally carry my victims to my apartment. And I most definitely do not carry them bridal style.

Yet, thats exactly what I did.

What is this world coming to?

Isabella Swan

My mind regained conscious as a loud sound interrupted my dream. The dream was vague and most of it had slipped away from me as I woke but I could clearly remember a beautiful boy with burgundy eyes and bronze hair. I wasn't sure exactly what the dream was about, or even what the gorgeous boy had been doing but I was sure that he meant me no harm.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and opened them while sitting up. The most I could make out of my surroundings was that I was in somewhere very very dark. I saw just faint outlines of what I assumed to be a window. The curtains were draw tight, unrevealing any sort of light. It didn't even register in my mind that the window was closer to me - and the bed - than usual. I grew annoyed and got up, feeling my way around the floor, to the window and drew the curtains back. Light shone into the spacious apartment that was unfamiliar to me. And then my heart stopped.

There standing by the kitchen was the beautiful boy from my dreams, holding a pot - its lid laid on the floor, the source of the offending object that woke me up. He looked the same as ever, except his eyes were slightly darker, though I can't imagine how that was possible. What held my attention was the way his skin reacted to light. It was shining brightly, glittering perhaps, reflecting that light that came on his skin.

Before I could take in fully the beautiful image, I felt the curtains snap shut and suddenly, something beside me growled. "What are you doing?" He said between growls. He sounded very angry. I was at lost of words at the moment. After a couple of minutes passed. I managed, "..I-I th-thought...". Pathetic, I know. I was torn between being mesmerized by the beautiful no-longer-glittering boy and being confused at where I was. The boy growled again.

And of all times for me to...

"OH!" I shouted, proudly. "You're Edward! And you kidnapped me!" I sounded like I was someone who just understood a very obvious joke. It wasn't how you're suppose to sound when you realized that you were kidnapped, anyway. Then suddenly...

"Pfft...ahahahahaaa." He was doubling over laughing, rolling on the floor. My shocked expression only heightened the laughter. And the while time - I stood there, blushing.

Finally, when he collected himself together, "So, you must be hungry, huh?" He said...smugly. Though I had no idea why he would be smug. What was there to brag about with hunger?
Weirdo.

"Yeah. What do you have to eat?" I replied happily. I was, as a matter of fact, quite hungry. Starving actually. I didn't expect Edward's face to drop, but it did. He looked like a kid who was caught in a lie. "Well..." He began sheepishly. "I was working on that before you woke up," He gestured toward the pot and it's lid.

I couldn't stop it - I giggled. "Okay, then. I'll do the cooking and after that, you can explain how to glitter," I wasn't really taking any of this seriously. Truthfully, I didn't care even if Edward had three eyes and eight arms. Nothing seemed to matter at the moment. Edward just nodded, suddenly grave. I was sure he was thinking of an excuse up in his head but I was too hungry to care.

His refrigerator was...well - if you were being nice, you would say it was not very occupied - but if you were being mean you would say it absolutely sucked and you wonder how he's able to survive with so little food. I on the other hand, was being honest, so I would say it's downright empty. There was just about nothing in there. Just about nothing. I was able to dig up about 3 eggs and a quart of milk that had expired five months ago.

I decided not to question his sanity. We can save that for later - after I'm fed.