I awoke to a rustle. When I opened my eyes to find myself staring into red-hot ones, I almost screamed; but an ice-cold hand silenced me.
The intense red faded into topaz. I backed up a little, which was nearly impossible since I was still lying on the couch, and realized that it was Edward.
"Edward?" I whispered. Carlisle's words floated through my head. He's dangerous—we don't know if you're safe with either of them anymore—in other words, we have no way of knowing what they'll do—all we can do is wait.
But there he was, so close. I had been waiting for this moment. I wanted him. I had missed him so much. A wound reopened in my heart. It had nearly sealed shut since I realized it might be weeks before I saw him, but there he was, and suddenly that ache was filled. "Edward," I repeated.
"Bella," Edward reached a hand out and stroked my cheek. I shivered slightly. "I love you, Bell—"
Something was happening to him. I didn't know what, but something. It was scaring me, but at the same time, I was fascinated, like I couldn't rip myself away from this. I was supposed to run, supposed to go find Carlisle or Esme or Jasper or Emmett or even Rosalie—but I couldn't.
Edward's eyes were glowing red again. They turned darker, darker, almost into burgundy, but then they flashed as red as a laser light. It was, maybe, the creepiest thing I had ever seen, staring into those red eyes; imagine it. Just the whole part that's usually blue or brown or green—it was just red.
When Edward leaned forward, I thought nothing of it. Was he going to kiss me? The hair stood up on the back of my neck, and a thrill ran through me. I felt like the girl on Michael Jackson's Thriller music video. And I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.
Until I felt the sharp pain of Edward's teeth clenching onto my neck.