Author's Note: Also on February 5, 2009. Edit. Better. This song. Who is it? You can do it. Jai-oh. (Which in chinese means add gas, and you say this while someone's running a race or doing something that involves cheering them on. Awesome right? What's the english word for this?)

Movement Four: Dancing In The Dark

Bella stood outside the door of the building, leaning against the railing of the cemented walkway. The streets were still damp but the air was warm and the sky was completely clear. Taking a deep breath of the slight breeze, she looked back at the large clock on the tower above. It loomed over them with a stern fondness, like the watchful eye of an elderly grandfather. A chill moved down her spine as she stared up into it's face and felt eyes on her. The dark always felt like that to her.

But for the first time in her life, Bella had the strange sense of belonging. She felt as if she had known these people for months, years even, although she had met them only hours before. They made her feel safe, protected. As she considered the Cullens, she counted rows of windows and found the window she was sure to be hers. She was pleased to notice the twisted metal of an outdated fire escape. It leads to the roof, she thought excitedly. She wondered if Alice would object to a little nighttime wandering.

Hearing footsteps behind her, she looked back at the family that had already consumed her thoughts. Jasper's arms were wrapped around a tiny Alice, the difference in heights drastically proving how small she really was. His thin lips twisted into a smile at something she said and Bella couldn't help but notice again how beautiful he was, how beautiful they all were.

Rose walked out looking like a model and trailing a chastised looking Emmett, who followed her like a lovesick puppy. They obviously adore each other, she sighed as she watched, and quickly turned her head away so not to intrude on their equally tender, but contrasting moments. She looked at the sky instead. Tiny pinpricks of light were showing through the steadily darkening hue. She'd always loved astronomy.

"Cygnus, the swan constellation," she jumped at the sudden intrusion, and it's parallel to her own thoughts. She hadn't heard him approach. As she looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, he chuckled. "Swan is your last name, isn't it?"

She just shook her head with a smile on her face and looked back up. "How did you know?" she asked and he looked down at her, confused.

"Well, you are rooming with my sister aren't you? Naturally I would know your..." She cut him off.

"That that was Cygnus," she laughed and he shrugged.

"I've had a lot of time on my hands." he answered, looking as if he was enjoying some kind of inside joke as well as lamenting some type of dark secret. She decided to let it go. After a moment of comfortable silence, she looked back over at him, then blushed as she met his eyes. He'd been staring at her. She quickly looked back up.

"I love astronomy," She murmured, mostly to herself. He heard anyway. "They say for every star, a thousand wishes have been made. And none of them have come true." He smiled quietly, still staring at her contemplative expression.

"Do you wish then?" He wondered, and she smiled reflexively. It was beautiful.

"Mine has come true." She whispered, sneaking a glance at him out of the corner of her eye. He was still staring at her, smiling crookedly. A yawn suddenly overtook her, and she darkened. "Guess I'll go to bed." Looking over at the couples, she shrugged. Then she bid him good night and walked inside, enjoying the lingering sense of contentment from her quiet conversation.

When she entered the door of the building, Alice skipped to Edward's side. "Can I go to Jasper's room tonight?" she twinkled. He raised a pale eyebrow, ocher eyes sparkling with amusement. He couldn't refuse his "sister" anything. She laughed and motioned for him to lean down. "You have to stay in my room tonight."

His eyes widened and all traces of amusement faded. For a moment, he seriously doubted his control.

"Will I be able to..." he faded off, not wanting to finish the sentence. She nodded and he sighed in assent. Laughing, she pulled a grinning Jasper up the stairs. To keep up appearances, they had to go to separate rooms.

Kissing him a good night, she opened the door to her room quietly. Bella didn't stir as she walked across the room to open the window. Jasper was already there and helping her out. She nodded at Edward as he passed her on his way in, looking nervous. Pressing her hand on his arm, he caught wind of her thoughts. Sometimes, you just have to trust in me. I know what is best.

He walked into the room silently. She hadn't woken as they moved through the opened window. He noticed her shiver slightly and turned back to close the window again, effectively cutting out the sounds of the city nightlife. With the window closed, he could hear her deep even breathing so well that it felt like his own. He breathed in needlessly and matched the slow rise and fall of her chest.

As he walked to stand at her side, her breathing changed minutely. He stopped, unsure and looked down, worried, at her prone figure. "Potatoes." She muttered, and he smiled. He'd studied sleep talking in medical school once. Or twice. Or was that his psychology major year? "Edward," she said clearly, and he stopped breathing altogether. Sure he was caught, his mind raced to find a suitable excuse for his presence in her room. "Edward," she said again and sighed. She rolled off of her back to face towards him, and fell back into the deep sleep. He let out the breath he was holding and pushed a strand of hair out of her peaceful face.

Her blood was still torturing his senses, but now he took the advantage to smell beyond it and to the scent that he was sure was uniquely hers. It was mouth-watering, but this time in a different way. As he stared, captivated by her, he saw the slowed beating of her blood in her throat. As the venom pooled in his mouth, he was also filled with a sense of self loathing. He paced silently.

What is wrong with me? He asked himself and growled quietly. He knew that for her safety, he should leave her alone and not become so... interested. There was no possibility at a healthy relationship for the two of them, yet he seemed to be becoming attached to smiled at the improper choice of words. His head whipped around to her face as she mumbled his name again. Her lips curled up into a dreamy smile. His lips matched hers involuntarily.

He quietly hummed a tune that had been running through his head all day, and closed his eyes. He knew by the bruises under them that he'd have to hunt soon. He wondered if there'd be a close hunting range. He wouldn't want to leave this obviously clumsy human alone in a place like this for a long time.

He looked at the clock beside her bed and cursed the time. It seemed like days moved so slowly as a vampire, but this night felt like it had passed in only a few minutes. He moved with superhuman speed to her side and pressed his lips to her forehead, touch as soft as a feather. Then he jumped back as the window opened nearly silently.

With a smug smile Alice moved past him into the room. She looked back at serious expression and raised an eyebrow.

"I'll try," he whispered as he climbed into his room, answering her unspoken question, knowing she could still hear him.

There's no avoiding it, he added in his mind as he lay down in his useless bed and pulled the blankets up over him. There's no avoiding her.