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I smiled at that. He chose me. Not Jessica, or anyone at school, not even Rosalie. He chose me.

"I suppose we should get dressed, huh?" he asked, a grin spreading across his face. I blushed, looking down at the towel that concealed my bodice. "Yeah, Charlie wouldn't approve of—OH MY GOSH! Charlie!"

"He left hours ago. It's okay Bella. Calm down."

"I breathed deep breaths trying to let my heart catch up with my brain. It's okay, I told myself. He's not here.

I slowly turned around to walk towards my room. When I got there I saw clothes were set out on my bed. I walked over to them. They were a set of men's clothes, and a set of women's. I turned to look at Edward, a look of question in my eyes.

"Alice had a vision," he said simply.

"What kind of vision? The one that shows everything?"

"She saw you falling and me jumping in the shower, soaking my clothes, to save you."

"So that's why you wanted to watch?"

"That and sheer curiosity."

"Oh," I said as I picked up a shirt Alice must've bought for me. It still had the tags on it (I didn't even glance at the price tags for fear of how much it cost). "Okay." I pulled on the mocha v-neck sweater and destroyed blue jeans. When I turned around I saw Edward looking handsome in a blue tee shirt that said 'RARE' across the front, and it hugged his muscular chest in a very attractive way. My eyes drifted farther down and found he was wearing faded blue jeans and plain white tennis shoes that had to be new. He moved to get a coat and I found it was the one I wore on the day at Port Angeles. A long, tan leather coat.

"You look great," he said as my eyes finally met his gaze.

"Thanks," I said blushing. "You do too."

I had to dry my hair still, so I told Edward to stay. He obeyed, and made a scene of standing like a statue.

When I got to the bathroom, I looked in the mirror. The V-neck sweater was beautiful; it was made of cashmere and had been machine knit. The pattern was a weave of two thick rows of yarn being braided together, almost, only to be pat down flat, and into a sweater. I stepped on my tippy toes (those ballet classes didn't totally go to waste) and tried to see my bottom half. The jeans hugged my butt and thighs, and then flared at the bottoms. I looked away before I could criticize myself and plugged in the hair dryer. I quickly, or as quickly as I could, blow dried my hair and returned to Edward. He hadn't moved an inch.

I went over to kiss his white lips, and he (like a movie) broke his pose and wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing me back.

"And the statue come to life, hm?" I asked looking him in a playful way.

"Only when his true love breaks the spell," he responded looking at me longingly.

"I thought it was the other way around," I laughed.

"Well, we are a special sort of couple aren't we?"

"Yes," I sighed, resting my head on his chest. "We are." My hands snaked up around his neck, and his cool hands ran trails up and down my back, making me shiver. I breathed in his scent, and closed my eyes. "Can't we just stay like this?"

He laughed and said, "We could, but I imagine you'd tire pretty quickly."

"I wouldn't if you'd change me," I grumbled.

He sighed and spoke half-heartedly. "Bella, could you please not spoil the mood?"

"I'm sorry Edward."

"That's fine. We can talk about it later, then. What would you like to do today?"

"Hmm," I thought aloud. "I don't know. I'm up for anything. What do you want to do?"

"Well. It's raining… again. So, why don't we watch a movie? Your pick." He winked at me, making me blush and my heart flutter.

"What about… The Count of Monte Cristo? That was a great movie."

"Okay. Do you want to watch it at your house or mine?"

"Well, your house sounds fun. We could get the others to watch it if they wanted to," I suggested.

"My house it is. And I suppose we're taking the thing?"

I gave him a stern look, and said, "Hey. My truck has done fine and it's almost as old as you!" I added the last bit with a smile. He just said, "Very funny," and scowled.

"Lighten up," I said, pulling away, and grabbing my slicker. "I was only joking. I love you even though you're older than Grams." I gave him a peck on the cheek and his face softened. "I love you, too," he said, and we walked downstairs (I didn't fall once).

I opened the door and made a dash for the truck. I slipped the keys from my pocket and struggled with getting them in the door. Then, out of nowhere, Edward shielded me from the rain, and twisted the keys, opening the door in one smooth movement. The next second, I was in the passenger's side and Edward was starting the car. I gawked at him open-mouthed. He just shrugged and said, "One minute you were there, and the next I saw you without an umbrella, in the rain, fumbling with your keys." He grabbed my hand, and laced his fingers through mine, then kissed it with a flourish, making me blush.

"Is that all?" I asked, feeling like he edited something.

"Sorry, love. That's it. But you were going a bit slow, and getting wet again, resulting in another shower." I blushed at the memory, but suppressed a grin.

"And we wouldn't want that, would we Edward?"

"You're cracking jokes left and right, huh?"

"I'm in a cracking joke kinda mood."

"That will please Emmett, you know. He loves to see your reactions to everything."

"Rosalie doesn't," I grumbled, moodily.

"She won't be there today," he said happily. "She's out hunting."

My eyebrows shot up. This surprised me. "By herself?" They hardly ever went hunting alone.

"Yeah. She and Emmett had a fight."

"About what?" I asked already knowing the answer.

He hesitated, then, "You," he sighed heavily, giving into defeat. "Emmett was on the verge of convincing her."

"What happened?" I was utterly confused.

"She found out that she was being convinced."

We arrived at his house in record time. At least, for my truck it was. But when we reached the driveway, Edward looked extremely alarmed, and he tensed, squeezing my hand.

"What is it?" I asked hesitantly.

"Glass breaking. Esme screaming. Carlisle yelling for help." His face went grave. "They're blocking their minds. I can't hear them. I don't know who it is."

"Look through Alice's or Esme's or anyone's! What if they're hurt?" I yelled. "Alice!" I jumped in my seat, trying to rip off my seat belt. When I finally got success, I was trying to open my door, but Edward caught my wrist in an iron grip, and jerked me back.

"Bella! I can't let you go in there. They are all vampires, and they're looking for human blood. They can smell you in the house, on our things- Oh Shit." He froze. "Be very quiet Bella. Don't make a sound." His voice was barley audible, but his tone was deathly serious. He scooped me up, and cradled me in his cool, muscular arms, and proceeded in kicking my driver's side door from its frame. He twisted me on his back, and started running at a speed I've never seen him run before. This would make me really sick if I watched, so I tucked my head in between his shoulder blades, and snapped my eyes shut. "Are they chasing us?" I whispered. "I knew he could hear me.

"Yes, but I'm running around town, trying to confuse the scent. It will buy us some time, but not much. In the widow that will be available though, we will go back to the house to see what happened." His voice was sure, but was filled with authority, telling me that he was in charge, and had a plan. So I kept my mouth (and eyes) shut the whole time.

The run only lasted about two minutes, but the stop was abrupt. He was still walking quickly into the house while disengaging me from his back at the same time.

I opened my eyes to a horrific scene. Esme was lying in a corner with Alice and Carlisle hunched over her. Shards of glass protruded from various places on her anatomy, and were surrounding her limp body, scattered on the floor. The couches and seats were torn apart and ripped to shreds, the plush dangling from the arms, and debris floating in the air. Jasper and Emmett were speeding all over the place, their voices only whispering buzzes in the deadly silence.

Edward stopped Jasper and (I think) asked what happened. I turned to walk towards Esme, looking to a depressed Emmett with tears in my eyes. He only shook his head and turned back to Carlisle, who was pulling out a long piece of glass from Esme's cheek. She looked dead, but I knew better. They would've had to rip her limb from limb and burn her to kill her.

I couldn't bear to see her like that, so I faced the other way, and, dropping my head in my hands, broke into sobs. I felt a pair of cool arms wrap around me in a protective, comforting way, and looked up to see Emmett. His face was filled with sorrow and worry, but he only hugged me tighter. He was like my big brother, and I could cry on his shoulder, or rather chest, if I needed to. So I did, and he didn't let me go once.

HA HA! A (sorta) CLIFFY! Don't you love me? I mean.. I will (in the next chapter) tell you what happened, and introduce a few uh.. people. Mkay. Go review. Thanks.