Edward stood there, looking perfect, the sun shown onto his skin and it started to sparkle.

Hanna stood and looked at him, feeling sick to her stomach, he was perfect.

He began to walk toward her, and her heart sped up. He smiled a cruel smile, so unlike his normal, warm smile. His eyes turned from a lovely golden topaz to a deadly ruby and he took her in his arms, squeezing. She didn't struggle as his arms tightened around her, nearly snapping bones. She didn't struggle as his lips found her throat, as his teeth punctured the soft skin of her throat, as her blood was drained from her body.

She didn't struggle as her life was taken from her: as this beautiful creature ruined her.

"Edward," she cried, as she woke with a start. He was in the same position he had been in when she fell asleep and then he was next to her, wiping away the tears that ran from her eyes down her cheeks. He hushed her strangled cries with kisses, trying to calm her.

"You're alright Hanna, I'm right here," he said and she flinched away from him, trying to get out of his arms, those same arms that had killed her in the dream. She tried to remind herself that it was just a dream and went limp, laying her head his chest, holding back tears and sobs.

"What did you dream about?" He asked in a small voice, knowing it had to do with him.

"I died," she said, it was true, but she didn't tell him that he had done the job. He knew though, from her actions and her choice of words, that he had done it, had drained her of blood. He flinched, but stayed with her.

"It wasn't real," he whispered, but there had been some truth to the dream, she had nearly been killed by several vampires in her former cycles, but none of them had been Edward. She hadn't been as willing in the past as she had been in the dream. She nodded and moved into him, needing, wanting his safety.

"The Volturi are coming to Forks, to check on the issues with Bella, they'll be here in the next week," he whispered and she shuddered. Sensing her fear, he kissed the top of her head. "They wont get you Hanna, I wont let them."

She nodded, but if they really wanted her, they'd get her, with or without killing the Cullens.

"What time is it?" She asked and Edward looked at the clock behind her.

"Almost seven, the sun is starting to set," he whispered. He was, to say the least, excited. He loved to hear Hanna's thoughts. They were exotic, they had such a strange taste to them, as if he could actually taste what she tasted like. He got the sudden urge to bite her, to really find out, but he pushed it away. She always brought out that monster from within him.

"I'm going to go back to my house and change my clothes Hanna, just get ready, I'll be back in half an hour," he smiled, kissed her on the cheek, then left, leaving the imprint of his body in the bed. Hanna laid her head where his had been and breathed in his sweet scent. It smelt like sugar and blood.

Then she got up, went downstairs and ate something, greeting Alex and Tanya with smiles.

Back at the Cullens house, Edward was pacing in Carlisle's office. Carlisle followed him with his eyes.

"She drives me crazy Carlisle, and if we keep going at this rate, she'll be dead in a matter of days. It's not as bad as Bella, but it comes on so sudden, she just brings it out and challenges it. She says she can take it, that I can't kill her, but I don't know. Did you have the same problems?" Edward asked his father-figure, turning his pleading eyes to him.

Carlisle sighed.

"She did, and I had acted on the urge only once. I had almost killed her, her blood tasted like copper and vanilla, it went down like liquid fire, it hurt but tasted so good. She fought against me, but by the time she had registered that I was feeding from her, she was already too weak to do any damage. We were in love, she didn't want to kill me like she should have. Instead, when she lost the strength to fight, she just went still, letting me take her life away from her. I pushed away the monster and released her. Realizing what I had done, I saved her life, then left."

Carlisle took a deep breath, as if the memory took a strain on his entire body.

"I didn't see her for another three years, then she showed up one day and took me in her arms. We got back into seeing each other again, and then her brother was murdered. She killed all those vampires. She couldn't even look at me. She told me she was leaving, and I wasn't going to see her for a long time. Maybe never. I found out later from Tanya, her guardian, that she had gone to sleep and wasn't going to wake up again until she had healed from the wounds on her heart, caused from her brother's death. When I saw her in the hospital that day, I almost took her in my arms. But I now have Esme and when she looked at me, I knew she didn't even know who I was. She hadn't gotten her memories at that point," Carlisle explained, his face worn, and at that moment, his face portrayed his age.

Edward nodded, understanding.

"The Volturi are coming, Alice saw them. How are we going to cover up Hanna?" Edward asked, he was full of new panic.

"Just hope that Aro doesn't come and touch any of us. If he does, then hope he doesn't recognize Hanna. If he touches you or me however, we're doomed. They'll go looking for Hanna, they'll know where she lives and they'll take her," he whispered.

"I wont let them, Carlisle," Edward snarled.

"You wont have a say in the matter Edward," Carlisle whispered then patted Edward's shoulder and left the study. Edward sighed, and changed his clothing. He went back to Hanna, took her in his arms, making her jump.

"Ok, lets go," he whispered.