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Chapter 4

Broken and Repaired.

"Edward!" hissed Alice as I entered the family waiting room with a still unconscious Isabella. As I moved down into what we call the "New Bedroom", for newborns, Alice continued her displeasing conversation in my mind. God Edward, where do I start? Oh yes, at the beginning and the question, WHY? You have the best control out of all of us next to Carlisle; then at the biggest event of the year you decide to nearly toss our cover! What happened back there Edward?

By now I was just finishing hand-cuffing Isabella to the cold, solid wall. I really wish I could make her more comfortable. Then realizing I was being utterly non-respectable I turned from staring at Isabella and too Alice. Truly, I didn't have more of answer than that I just couldn't help it this time.

"She's was different, Alice" I finally managed to whisper after a long while.

"Different? How so?" she said in a polite manor. Alice was always good for not pushing my emotions, even if she were infuriate she dare not hasten my anger. Overall, she was a great sister-like companion.

"Her scent, it was" I paused searching for a word so fine, "divine and captivating." I began pacing the room and without thought took in a deep breathe, and with it came Isabella's faint scent that still lingered. As the aroma filled my solid lungs, it become erotic. My eyes opened quickly and I moved closer to Isabella wanting to hold her all too close to me. It was finally Alice's voice that broke me of my illusion.

"Edward?"

"Ah," another breathe, "it still sends me sailing even as faint as it be."

"What?" Alice spoke, now a little concerned.

"Her smell, it's faint but still lives" I turned from Isabella to try and clear my mind and too Alice.

"My god, Edward! You look utterly beastly!" Alice took my hand quickly and pulled me to look at myself in the mirror; and indeed, she was correct. My eyes resembled that of lion who was on the out to search for a lioness in the midst of night. To say least, it was a different self.

"Alice," I whispered, putting my hands to my face, "whats happening?"

"At my guess, Edward : It seems you are hostage of what they call "first love". This made me turn as quickly as Ms. Swan pushed us from her bedroom window earlier; and unable to contain my anger shouted, "WHAT?!"

Even after my outburst Alice did not budge an inch, she merely smiled and then walked from the room; leaving me to ponder my now confused mind. Love? I had not nearly known Ms. Swan for an hour, love does not conceive within less than an hour! No, Alice is wrong. If anything, it's merely Isabella's scent playing tricks with my mind.

Love, ha! What mockery! Something so rare, so pure, does not come to a beast like I. For one I had killed an angel, and as worse, damned her. What I have done, does not deserve something as grate and life-fulling as-

"Wh...where am I?" croaked a soft voice of honey from behind me. Slowly I turned and meet the scarlet eyes of newborn Isabella.

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