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A/N: I am not planning on having an EPOV for each BPOV, but I really wanted to see what was going on in Edward's head during chapter 6. Chapter 7 will be up on Wednesday.

Chapter 6

EPOV

How long is it going to take for Jasper to get his bloodlust under control? I understand it is harder for him since he is the newest to the vegetarian lifestyle, but could he try to not kill this girl. She is dealing with enough drama already.

I was still crouched down next to Isabella, listening to Jasper apologize over and over in his head. I realized with disgust she was still laying in the dirt and was quick to try and help her up. Her skin was so warm and smooth, the give of muscle and bone underneath my hand signaling how fragile she was.

She was staring at the placement of my fingers around her arm, and I could only imagine what she was thinking. Was it disgust? Was she afraid of me after seeing first hand how barbaric we were? I cleared my throat to try and get her attention, hoping to see anything but revulsion on her face. I was already so attached to her, I don't think I could stand it if she saw me as a monster. I had never wished I was human more than when she looked up into my face. I yearned to be able to give her normal things. Not to constantly have to worry that she would be a victim of my family's bloodlust.

She was quick to get to her feet, and I reluctantly let go of her arm, closing my hand into a fist to try and hold onto the warmth of her skin. Jasper was still repeating apologies, and I was wondered how I was possibly going to resolve this situation when Isabella moved towards Jasper.

"Well Jasper, my friends call me Bella, and since you nearly killed me, I guess we could be considered friends."

Bella, that suits her.

Well, she sure is a brave little filly, ain't she? Jasper thought.

Oh Edward, she could be so good for you. Came from Alice.

But I was busy watching the visions flashing through Alice's head.

Bella and I running through the forest, her eyes golden.

Bella growing older as I watched, never changing.

Me, standing alone over a grave.

You keep changing your mind. Nothing is set in stone. Alice again.

I realized I had missed an entire conversation as Alice led us back into the house. She gave Bella a pen and paper and disappeared upstairs, thinking about the perfect outfit for Bella.

Bella was scribbling down a list on the paper and handed it to Jasper. She hesitated and I could hear Jasper thinking she was embarrassed that she had no money to pay for the food. Damn empath, he already knew more about her than I did.

Jasper took off to go to the store as Alice came breezing back in, arms overloaded with clothes. She handed a bottle of pills to Bella and I was quick to get her a glass of water, happy that I could at least take care of her this way. Alice whisked her from the room, Bella giving me a little wave as she followed.

I tried not to, but found myself latching onto any thoughts coming out of the bedroom on the second floor. Alice was only letting certain thought and images through, in between she was reciting the Declaration of Independence.

I could see Bella brushing away the dirt that was stuck to her cast.

Bella holding a brown sweater.

Bella holding a frothy, lace covered bra....

No, no Edward. That's all you get.

I groaned as Alice started back into the Declaration, this time in French.

I could hear Alice and Bella start back down the stairs and Jasper come up the driveway. Bella was ecstatic to see the items Jasper had purchased at the store. She was clutching an eggplant in her hand and looking around the spotless kitchen. I opened a large cabinet and she looked surprised to see a huge assortment of kitchen tools. Even though we did not eat human food, we had every imaginable gadget here to keep up appearances.

She selected several items, using her good hand to place them on the counter. When it was apparent she was heading over to the knife block, I intervened. I could not comprehend the consequences if she were to cut herself. Her blood was so intoxicating to me through the thin barrier of her skin, my response would be uncontrollable if it were freed.

She shrugged her delicate shoulder and moved to the sink to wash the produce. Bringing the items back to me, she stacked them next to the cutting board.

"Wait, everyone get out!" She screamed.

Alice, Jasper and I all rushed to her side, unable to figure out what the problem was.

"No, you don't understand. I have garlic here, it could kill you!" She yelled.

Understanding dawned on us simultaneously and we were all laughing, harder than I have in a long time.

Oh Edward, she is precious. Alice thought.

I could not agree more.

Alice tried to explain that there was no danger. The blood had rushed to Bella's cheeks, coloring them a delicious pink. I was unable to control myself as I walked towards her. I gently used my finger to tilt her face up. I could hear her heart race, and could only hope it was in excitement and not fear at my close proximity. Hoping for the first option, I let a smile spread across my face.

"Thank you so much for trying to save us Bella." I said.

I resumed cutting the ingredients, while Bella assembled her dish. Alice and Jasper took time to tell her about our lifestyle and how it differed from the vampires in Dracula. She took all of the information in stride, without any signs of the fear she should have been feeling. We were blood sucking monsters, had she no sense of self-preservation?

I was absorbed watching her glide around the kitchen, stirring this and flipping that. She was so uncoordinated most of the time, but here she was in her element. I did not even notice the arrival of Emmett and Rosalie until I heard his annoyingly loud voice.

"What is that amazing smell?" He shouted.

"It's eggplant parmigiana," Bella yelled back.

Oh man, this is gonna be great! Emmett thought.

While I was irate with Rose's rudeness, I was beginning to enjoy watching the blood flood Bella's cheeks. Precious indeed.

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