Edward

Hello Edward, yours is the most difficult letter to write. It would be easier if I could just share the books with you. Please read the whole letter before making any decisions. I'm sure that you will be shocked with what I have to tell you. Again I hope I'm not breaking any rules.

First Edward, I'm your singer. My blood is like a siren call to you. It smells better to you that to any other vampire. Ask Carlisle to explain if you don't understand. I wish to say that I'm sorry for that but I know it will only upset you if I apologize for something beyond our control. So I'm not sorry, but grateful.

You resisted hurting me for my blood in the books. You learnt to control your craving for my scent in the books by spending time around me and acclimatizing to my scent. We were able to be very close without your control slipping. I'd like you to try to learn that in this reality. We have Biology II together at school tomorrow. Ask Alice for help. I hope this warning makes it bearable for you.

Secondly, you cannot read my mind. I know how frustrating this will be for you. I promise to always be truthful with you. I need you to trust me in return. Don't be put out. Aro, Jane and Alec of the Volturi cannot hurt me or access my mind with their gifts either. I will be a mental shield once I'm vampire.

I debated with myself for a long time before deciding to add this in here. I hope you are still calm. Jasper, please help.

Edward, I'm your mate.

Edward stopped there and just stared at the words on the piece of paper. He was numb, in a state of shock and disbelief. The others were equally shocked. They waited patiently for an Edward like retort or tantrum in return. It never came.

When he finally came to, Edward found that he was torn between wanting to believe the girl and laughing at the absurdity of the idea.

"Is that all?" Carlisle asked gently when the silence dragged on for a few minutes.

"Isn't that enough?" Edward replied.

"I meant is that the end of the letter?

"No" Edward refusing to meet the eyes of his family and continued reading.

There really is no other way to say that. I know you don't believe me and that you may try to fight this. That is the reason I'm telling you.

In the books you did fight it. Whatever you tried ended with us both hurt. You even left thinking that I would forget about you and move on. That also didn't work out. It left us both broken, unable to function. So please, even though you don't believe me, please don't leave.

I already know about you, and have experienced a possible life with you through the books. It's too late for me. I'm scared of what will happen if you leave.

I am unable to keep from frequent hospital visits on my own, but nothing that I've lived through up to now has prepared me for what I might face while I'm here according to the books. Somehow I attract danger to myself. I always needed your protection. It seems to have been like a full time job for you.

You stubbornly refused to change me of course, ignoring my choice in the matter like Rosalie. Your biggest fear was that I would be unhappy later on and lose my soul. I won both arguments though. I hope it gives you peace to know that the circumstances that led to my change were a life or death situation.

You also stubbornly refused to acknowledge that I could feel for you as strongly as you did for me. I hope that changes. I hope you will have more respect for my feelings.

The important thing is that I was happy with you Edward. We were happy together in the books. I don't imagine you'll take my word for it. I can only hope that telling you this much is enough to change the things I wish to see changed from the books.

P.S. Alice would appreciate a bright yellow Porsche for all her help with us in the books. Don't ask, just buy it for her. It'll make her happy.

Bella

And now I know you are all very curious about what is in the books. Well, most of it is in the letters. I hope that the right decision is made and that I can share the books with you all soon. I hope you can all respect and accept that.

"That's it" Edward sighed.

Everyone was looking at him while deep in thought about what they've read. They were beginning to believe the credibility of the information Bella gave them. They understood her possible motives and how their lives were linked with hers.

"I think we should go for a quick hunt and meet again to discuss what we've learnt. Maybe Alice will also have had some visions as to which direction to take." Carlisle suggested.

Everyone left the table in mated pairs for a quick hunt. Edward remained sitting. He read his letter again. For the first time in a long time he was conflicted. He didn't know whether to be hopeful, or squash any hope growing in him that Isabella Swan could be his mate.

He also realized that he could not leave like he had planned. His reasons for leaving were to go search for his mate. If he could not find her, then he would join the Volturi guard. He could no longer live with three perfectly matched couples and pretend to be content.

'Trust me to be mated to a human' he thought.

'Never could do anything the easy way could I'?

He thought about the implications of that. It seemed this Bella was accepting of it. She had said that he couldn't read her mind, so he would never know for sure.

'How is that possible anyway?' He wondered. He had never met a being he could not hear. What about his bloodlust?

Suddenly, he was leaning towards disbelieving the possibility that she could be his mate. 'How much more agonizing does it have to be for me to be happy? Was the past 104 years not enough torture?'

He read the letter again, analyzing each word.

His thoughts drifted to the girl, Isabella. He wondered what she looked like, what kind of person she truly was. She seemed to care about his family. That was a good thing.

'A kind heart' he thought to himself.

Then he tried to imagine himself with her. A faceless body he held close, talking and laughing together at his meadow. His frustration was abruptly brought to the surface again. He was allowing himself to hope.

He decided to go hunt to clear his mind. He left the letter on the table with the others.