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"Bella," Edward called out. "If I introduced you to... somebody, what exactly would you say to them? Would you be good to them?" he asked. I raised my eye-brow, looking up from my lap to glance at him. He sat himself down next to me bed next to me, his eyes looking at everything but me.

"That depends," I dryly responded. He frowned.

"Depends on what?" he asked, glancing up from under his eye-lashes at me. My breath caught in my throat and I looked away, not wanting to get dazzled into agreeing to meet whoever he wanted me to meet.

"On who I'm meeting."

He laughed shortly, but I could tell that it was forced. I didn't glance down from his face but I could tell his hand grabbed my own from the fact only his hand was that cold. Not to mention the texture of his skin was incredibly abnormal. I kept my hand limp.

"I would... like for you to meet my parents. I think it'd be best if I took you away, far, far away from here, and we could live with Esme and Carlisle. They'd absolutely love you, I'm positive of it. In fact, Esme has been absolutely desperate for me to bring a girl like you home." He chuckled. "So I thought it was time I went home."

I blinked. That answer was certainly unexpected, but also quite obviously a lie.

"You don't want to go back to your parents," I said slowly. "You just want to get me away from the opera, don't you?" He glanced up at me, having been gazing at my hand, and shrugged sheepishly. So it was true -- did he feel threatened by something? I almost smiled at the thought.

"So would you be kind towards them?" he asked. I shook my head. I knew he just wanted to know if I'd blurt out the fact I was with him against my own will. I wondered if they'd let me go, but decided not to take the chance.

"Probably not."

Okay, that was a lie. I would be kind towards them, because they hadn't done anything to make me not like them. But that does not mean I would not tell them I was with him against my own will and such. I could see my words upset Edward, but his expression wasn't that of anger. He seemed almost sad.

"Well, then," he muttered. "I guess you won't be meeting my parents at the present moment."

"Why do you want to get me away from the opera?" I asked. He grimaced, but did not say anything. Standing up, he dropped my hand, allowing it to fall back into my lap. I clasped my hands together, not wanting him to try and grab it again.

He shot my a quick look, not wanting to say anything, that much was obvious.

"Why do you want to get me away from the opera?" I persisted. "Is Jake coming for me?" I asked, my mood lightening conceivably. Edward shot my another look, turning his back towards me as if he didn't want to have to see my expression.

"No," he practically growled out.

"Oh." That dimmed my mood quite a bit. "Well, he's looking for me, I'm sure."

"Not that he'll find you," he responded. My lower lip pouted out, and I turned around on the bed so now my back was facing his back. I couldn't even stand to look at his back. Neither of us said anything in response to his words -- I didn't because I didn't want to accept them. Surely he would find me! I hoped. I mean, I knew he loved me, so he just wouldn't give up. Maybe he would find the way here without any help. It couldn't be that hard!


Edward's POV:


While Bella dreamed of Jake coming to save her, I tried to decide what to do with her. I could tie her up and go hunting, but I didn't want to do that. She would have no way to go to the bathroom and she would be hungry and would most likely be crying by the time I got back. I couldn't do that to her.

I could always leave her with my parents anyway and hope she doesn't say anything to them. But no, I knew Bella, and I knew that she would. She also knew that I knew she would, so she wouldn't even hesitate to tell my parents everything -- even if I was in the room.

All I wanted from her was her love. I wasn't asking that much.

I could always procrastinate to hunt until I thought of another solution. But that would be putting her in danger, which I wouldn't do. I could also just go hunting and hope she doesn't make a run for it, but I knew she would make a run for it and she would get back -- even if she had to swim back. She'd catch her death if she did that.

I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. I glanced over at Bella who, unsurprisingly, had her back turned towards me. She couldn't even stand to stare at me, and I couldn't really blame her. I had all of the mirrors in here covered for a reason. Oddly enough, Bella seemed to be getting use to my eyes when I had not even gotten use to them yet.

I wondered if she would prefer golden eyes.

If that was the case, I would go back to being a "vegetarian" vampire for her, no matter how hard it was for me. And of course, when I turned her, I would give her the choice of deciding between feeding off of humans and feeding off of animals. I would explain how hard it was to feed off of animals as well.

But of course, I knew she'd choose to feed off of animals. She was compassionate, one of the many things I loved about her. She would never be able to bring herself to eat humans, no matter how thirsty. I smiled at the thought, turning my face back towards her. She was humming a song now, plucking at the blanket's wool without even realizing what she was doing.

I would have to get her something to entertain herself with.

She liked to draw, I remembered that. She didn't do it often due to the fact she was always too busy dancing or singing, but when she had free time it was usually spent drawing. Well, at least it use to be. Now a days her free time is spent with that wretched Jacob Black.

I walked towards the back of the room, rummaging through some of the junk. I found some old drawings of hers that she had tossed out years back. One was of a teddy bear -- her favorite one. She had received it when she was very young by her father and now it was one of her few memories of him.

I recalled a few years back when the arm of the teddy bear had broken, oh, how she had cried. Left it on her mother's bed along with a note, begging her mother to fix it when she saw it. She had also been terrified that her mother would be furious with her, which she would have been. So, for the first time in my life, I sewed something.

I actually fixed the teddy bears arm. Left it on her bed for her to find. Her excitement at it being fixed was worth doing that. I shook my head, realizing I was thinking far too hard on such a simple thing. I couldn't help but wonder if she still had that teddy bear. I hadn't seen it in quite some time.

It had been quite some time since that had happened. It was hard to believe she was here, grown up and at the marrying age. I would wed her, of course, even though she was completely opposed to it. As I had told her before, if she gave me time, she would(hopefully) return my feelings.

I continued to toss things aside, looking for a pencil and some paper for her to draw on. It took a few minutes, but I found each of them. I approached her with them, sitting myself down on the bed and extending them towards her. She stopped singing, glancing down at the paper and pencil.

"What's that?" she asked flatly. I chuckled.

"Paper and a pencil. I know you like to draw, so I figured I'd give you something to do. You looked quite bored." She was still staring at the paper, before she turned her eyes up to me. She glanced back down at what I was holding, before gently grabbing them from me.

"Thank you." She was sincere in her gratitude, I could tell that much, but I wasn't even awarded a smile. With a resigned sigh, I stood up, leaving her to draw. She has attempted to smile at me, usually to get her own way in things, but she couldn't even do it then. I hoped that was due to the fact she was a terrible actress and not the fact she was so disgusted with me she couldn't even fake a smile.

"Is there anything else you want?" I asked her, deciding I would try and find more things to make her happy. She glanced up from the paper -- having already started drawing, her face expressionless.

"No."

"Are you sure?" I persisted. A paper and pencil wouldn't entertain her for all of eternity -- of course, she didn't know she'd be here that long. She glanced up from the paper, this time annoyed, but obviously tried to hide that from me.

"Positive."

I grimaced, wishing she'd put a little emotion into her voice or at least attempt to sound content. Obviously, she knew her curtness towards me upset me, which is why she did it. She loved to see me in pain, and I couldn't really blame her. I was making her miserable, which was truly not my intention. I was just a selfish man is all.

"Is there anything that you want? At all?" I asked. I was practically desperate to give her something else. I didn't want her bored. When she was bored, I'm sure the only thing she thought about was how much she hated me.

That was one thing I didn't understand -- I didn't know for a fact that was what she was thinking. My talent as a vampire allowed me to read minds, and yet I could not read hers. I had noticed this when she was just a little girl, and that was what originally caught my interest. But then, when I heard her voice, I couldn't tear myself away from this opera.

"Well, there is one thing I'd like," she said shyly. I nearly groaned -- I already knew what she was going to say.

"No, Bella, I'm not letting you go," I sighed out. She glared down at the paper in front of her and didn't say anything else, choosing to continue her drawing instead of continuously begging me. I wondered if she was realizing that I wasn't going to let her go.

I sat idly in a nearby chair, watching her draw as I once again tried to decide what to do about the fact I had to hunt. I could always let her go temporarily -- but how could I get her to stay in the opera while I was gone? I could threaten her dearest Jacob, but then she would just leave with him. She would take her mother, too, so I would have to threaten somebody else's life.

And I did feel bad doing so. Well, not really the killing part since I was quite use to it, but I did feel bad whenever I saw that flash of horror, hatred and anger across her face. I didn't like upsetting her, but it was inevitable.

I watched her draw from then on, already knowing that I would have to temporarily let her go. She was biting her lip, entirely concentrating on the drawing in front of her. Her brown curls fell in front of her face and she kept brushing them back, getting more and more annoyed with her hair.

"Would you like a hair band?" I asked her. Surely I had a hair band here! It seemed like I had a little bit of everything here. I often collected things that Bella had left behind, or old things of hers that she was going to throw out. She must have lost a few hair bands that I would have collected.

She glanced up at me. "Do you have to watch me draw?"

"Yes," I responded. I could see that annoyed her even more. "My actions anger you," I noted, chuckling under my breath. She looked up at me from her drawing once again, having started to focus on drawing again.

"Your very presence angers me," she snapped. I raised my eye-brows, a bit taken back.

"I did not intend to anger you, Bella. While I realized I probably would anger you, I didn't want you to be angry. I am trying my very best," I hissed out, loosing my patience with her again. "To keep you happy here." I took a deep breath to calm myself, letting it out slowly. "I don't want you to hate me."

She was staring at me now, her expression still blank, the drawing completely forgotten. "I don't hate you," she told me. "Granted, I don't like you, either, but I don't hate you." I blinked, my previous anger forgotten. Of course she didn't hate me -- she didn't hate anybody. She was too kind for hatred.

And yet I found myself smiling, silently running her words through my mind again and again. I don't hate you. It was rather pathetic to be so over joyed about this, but I really couldn't help it. I leaned back in the chair, smiling at Bella who was still staring at me blatantly.

"Well, then. That is... very good," I told her. For once, I was unsure of what to say.

She laughed -- it must have been the first time since I brought her down here. I was full out grinning now. "For you, perhaps." But to my relief, her words were not said cruelly. She was just stating a fact. It was good that she did not hate me -- but only for me. If she hated me, she would have it in herself to be much colder.

"So you do not hate me?" I asked, wanting her to repeat those words. She smiled, keeping her gaze on the paper as she continued to draw. It was nice to know while she did not love me, she did not hate me, either.

"No," she responded happily. "I just absolutely despise you with every ounce of my being."

I sighed.

Authors Note: Wow, I updated quickly! This chapter was pretty short, too, but I got it out in a day, so that's good, right? I think that is a record for me. I know not much happened in this chapter, but I thought it would be best if everyone got a peak into Edward's mind. And I know a lot of you are going to be incredibly pissed at Bella, and I can't say I blame you. Just keep in mind she is warming up to him.

Barely, but she is.

Also, I felt it was important that Bella and Edward had a chance to talk with each other, that way they can get to know each other more. And yes, as stated above, Edward is going to temporarily release Bella to go hunting soon. So we shall see Jake very soon.

A NOTE:

No, I will not tell you the ending. It will be different then the play/movies/book, though, so keep your hopes up!

And please, please, please review!

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