Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight

Previously in Love is not a machine:

I heard Esme close the door and I dropped the towel. I couldn't stop the thought that rushed into my mind.

Who am I?

Now:

The shower was like heaven. The water just reached everywhere.

There wasn't a part of me that didn't fit under the spray.

I sighed and washed my hair with a strawberry shampoo that was already there.

When I was going to wash it out it occurred to me that maybe I couldn't use it but it was too late now.

I shrugged my shoulders and stepped under the spray.

I washed myself and turned the knobs to see which side it was that cut the water.

After that was done I grabbed a towel and dried myself before stepping out of the shower.

I looked at the clothes Esme gave me. It was sweat pants and a t-shirt.

I shrugged and put on the underwear which I hoped was clean and got dressed.

I sighed and run my fingers though my hair.

I looked in the mirror and stopped. It was the first time I saw myself.

I had a heart shaped face with chocolate brown eyes with long lashes framing them.

I had a little nose and plump lips. The top one was a bit bigger than the bottom one.

I bit it and watched how, when I let it go, turned a really nice shade of pink.

My cheekbones were high and I poked one. What the hell am I doing? I giggled and ran my fingers, well tried bacause they got stuck,

through my curly brown hair which was a tangled mess on the top of my head so I just let it there.

I sighed and bit my lip. I was nervous as hell. What if they kidnapped me and treated me as a slave?

My eyes widened comically and I would have laughed if I wasn't hyperventilating.

I calmed myself down and remembered how I had punched that metal door. I wasn't sure how the crap I had done

that but it was pretty clear that I could at least defend myself.

I sighed and opened the door only to poke my head out and look both sides before stepping out of the bathroom.

My foot got caught on a bathroom tile and I fell to the floor with a loud thud.

I heard hurried steps from the stairs and looked to my right.

Esme suddenly appeared and gasped when she saw me on the ground.

"Oh Dear! What happened?"

I gave her a sheepish grin while she helped me up and thanked her. She was so beautiful that I ignored the fact that she was really cold.

"I tripped over the tile"

She looked at me thinking I was joking but when she saw I wasn't she frowned.

"God, she must be clumsy, the poor girl" She mumbled really low.

I chuckled.

She looked surprised for a moment and then she just let it go. At least that's what I thought.

I shrugged and followed her wherever she was leading me.

I quickly found out that she had an enormous house. More like a mansion

There were doors everywere and another set of stairs to a third floor.

We went down and she lead me to the living room.

My eyes widened when I saw there were six absolutely beautiful people sitting on the couches.

They all stared at me, they didn't even blink and I, was getting anxious.

Esme smiled warmly to me and I gave her a nervous smile back. Her smile widened until it was a full out grin

and I was almost blinded by the reflection of the light against her teeth.

Damn woman! You sure got pearls.

I squinted a little and when I got my eyesight back I saw how sharp her teeth really were.

Something in me told me to get the hell out of there as soon as I could and my smile dropped inmidiatly.

I shook my head and blinked. I decided to ignore that . Someone chuckled and my head snapped to the side.

There was a really big guy with curly short black hair, smiling, sitting next to a gorgeous blond who looked at me with distate,

and elbowed the guy next to her but he didn't even flinch. He ignored her and kept smiling at me.

I looked him up and down. I wasn't going to lie. I almost fled when I realized how big this guy really was.

The muscles of his amrs flexed when I looked at them and I took an involuntary step back.

He chuckled again and the blond girl glared at me before wraping her arm around his and kissing his cheek.

Okay…

I quickly looked to the left and saw Esme sitting with the guy who she opened the door with on the white couch.

I think his name was Carlisle.

I recognised that this was the one that had the lead here so I smiled timidly at him and made a small and quick bow.

Where the hell did that come from?

He nodded his head and gave me a diminute smile before looking to someone.

I followed his gaze and came upon a beautiful boy. He seemed to be young, but his eyes were so wise.

Like he had lived through centuries of knowledge.

But that was imposible so I didn't pay it attention and continued to admire him.

He was standing at the back of one of the love seats with his arms folded.

He was looking at Carlisle and nodding or shaking his head slightly, so carefuly I wasn't sure it was even real.

His hear was a wild mass of bronze. It was so beautiful and looked so soft I just wanted to run my fingers through it.

I imagined it will felt like silk and inwarldy sighed. He was like a Greek God.

His gaze snapped to me and my eyes got stuck to his golden ones.

They became hard and his perfect straight nose lifted in a distate sign.

I blinked and blushed furiously.

I quickly looked anywhere else and I really got confused when I saw two more people sitting on the other loveseat.

How didn't I realize there were more people?

My god.

A gorgeous couple sat rigidly and stared at me with careful eyes. They're expresions were guarded like everyone elses.

A petite girl with spikey short hair had an arm wraped around the waist of a tall blonde with scars all over his arms and a few on his face.

My breath hitched.

The girls rested her head on the guy's arm. She had strong features and she kinda looked like a pixie. She was beautiful.

The blonde's features were also strong and more defined. He was analizing me, I could practically feel it. His calculatory gaze roamed my entire body again and again.

He thought I was a threat. I knew it.

Even though I could never hurt them I knew they didn't know that and I had to tell them.

Before I could even open my mouth Esme had started talking

"This are Rosalie and Emmet- She pointed to the blond girl and the big guy-, Jasper and Alice- she pointed to the other couple- and Edward"

So that was his name. Extrangely enough, it fit him.

"And guys, this is…"

Something in me took control for a second and I clearly and firmly said: "Bella"