We're getting a little further along, and things are about to get a little more interesting. At least, I think so. Though I haven't gotten much of a response for this story, and I can understand the reluctance to accept an OC, I still want to finish this for the sake of the people who've read so far.

We're also delving a little more into Edward's world with this part. But I'm trying to keep things as normal as possible with a few human activities. If you read, I hope you like it.

Read on!

Re-education

November, 1945

Edward

Emmett ran ahead of me with only a glance in my direction, and for once, I let him. He wanted to make sure the house was clear, and I agreed with him on that note completely. With Keira in my arms, it was easy to let him speed ahead of me, and I kept an eye on his thoughts in the event that our "guest" was still present in the house.

It was bad enough that a pair of strange vampires had to come through town without the courtesy to look around before they killed, but to have them both approach us with the kinds of assumptions about our lives no one had the right to make was almost too much to tolerate. And now they'd both marked Keira — in two completely different ways and for two completely different reasons. I'd never felt more offended.

I knew my behavior had everything to do with Keira. How could it not after everything I'd seen inside the minds of these two new vampires? The male was clearly the leader — the Alpha who dictated where they went and what they did. He was controlling and methodical, and he was almost 300 years old — nearly as old as Carlisle. The woman was a little more difficult to age, even though it was very clear the pair of them had been together a very long time.

Carlisle was, of course, his welcoming, courteous self, wanting nothing more than to avoid a confrontation. I wasn't convinced of this couple's claim that they were only passing through the area. Why hadn't they left? There was no reason for them to stay if Carlisle had already given them all the information and help he had to offer. The only obvious explanation was that they'd both found something much more intriguing — like a vampire with a human girl at his side. I could see no other reason for their extended stay, and it surprisingly enraged me that anyone could think of a human as innocent as Keira that way. She was nothing to be played with — by anyone.

I covered a long distance at near full speed, emerging from the trees to see my house in the distance, and I searched the area for the other vampire's thoughts. I could hear Rosalie and Esme talking about a dance being scheduled for just before Thanksgiving, and Carlisle was reading through a copy of A Tale of Two Cities. Emmett was still outside, making a sweep of the immediate area before he was certain everything was clear. Keira never moved, keeping her arms around me and pressing her face into my neck. Her eyes were closed as she attempted to preserve her health; she kept thinking about how she didn't want to be sick later on. I loosened my hold on her, meaning for her to look at me, and after nearly five or six seconds, she lifted her head slowly. I began walking slowly, smiling easily.

"We'll be at the house soon," I promised her. "Are you all right?"

She nodded slowly, still holding onto me with both arms.

"Emmett looked everywhere around the house," I informed her gently. "We're safe. I'll tell Carlisle about the other vampire when we get back."

"What did you see when you read her mind?" she asked softly, grasping onto my shoulder gently.

I didn't mean to hesitate, but it wasn't something I wanted to think about. Most vampires were possessive, selfish creatures, and I was no exception in many areas where I was required to restrain myself continuously. But this was different. While the man, Connor, wanted to possess Keira and quite possibly change her into a vampire, the woman, Piper, wished nothing more than to taste her blood. There was no doubt in her mind that if she had Keira, it would send me over the edge, and I was surprised to realize that she was right. And I was a little frightened of this new feeling.

"It doesn't matter," I told Keira. "I won't let her hurt you. I won't let either of them near you. And neither will Emmett."

"But you can't stay with me every minute of every day," she reminded me, her voice quivering slightly. "And you have to hunt."

We walked a little further, and I set her down on the ground, taking her hand in mine to pull her along. I knew she was right even though I didn't want to admit it. No matter how hard I tried, I knew a time would come when she would be alone, and more than anything else, that's what I was afraid of — even if I didn't want anyone else to know that just yet.

"We'll take shifts," I assured her. "Carlisle and I can hunt together, and Emmett can go with Esme and Rose. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Please just trust me."

She lifted her free hand to my arm, squeezing gently. "I do," she promised, adding, "I think I always did."

I bowed my head then, walking silently toward the house with her beside me.

We made it back to the house uneventfully, meeting Emmett on the porch and making our way into the house through the side door to the front parlor. At the sound of our entrance, both Esme and Rosalie were downstairs in mere seconds, with equally expectant looks on their faces. Carlisle wasn't that far behind them, the hesitance in his approach enough of a sign that we still weren't out of the woods — in fact, his eyes told me things were even worse now than they had been this morning.

"Well, it's about time you showed up," Rosalie hedged. "It's nearly two o'clock."

I shot her a warning glare. "Sometimes it's later than that," I reminded her. "What's so important about it now?"

She glared at me steadily. "As if I need to be a constant reminder of what's at stake here," she retorted.

"Both of you, stop," Esme commanded gently, moving to Keira's side and gently taking her hand. "You look famished! Come on, there's food in the kitchen."

Keira didn't resist, blessedly, and once they were gone, I lowered my voice, turning to face Carlisle. "The other vampire found us in the woods," I reported desperate to contain to anger in my voice. "A woman," I added.

"Did she make a move?" Carlisle asked evenly.

"Not outwardly," I insisted, glancing at Rosalie and Emmett. "But her thoughts betrayed her. She wants Keira. More specifically, she wants Keira's blood. Now that she's shown herself to us, there's no way I'm leaving Keira alone. At this rate, I'm contemplating keeping her here until they're gone."

"And hopefully, it won't come to that," Carlisle assured me. "I warned you about this."

I stood up straight, clenching my fists at my sides. "That doesn't mean Keira or her family or anyone she knows should suffer for it," I hissed through clamped jaws. "Aren't we supposed to protect humans from those of our kind like these two who not a week ago killed five campers without a thought or care in the world?" I demanded.

He stepped closer to me, laying his hands over my shoulders and immediately eliciting my compliance. "Be calm, my son," he pleaded. "I didn't say we wouldn't keep her safe. But it would be unwise to keep Keira here while her family is still in town unprotected. And we shouldn't change the way she lives her life. If we remain calm, Connor and his mate will have left the area, and everything will go back to normal. Have patience, Edward. We'll all keep an eye on this situation."

I bowed my head, still clenching my fists and inhaling as calming a breath as I could before I lifted my head to look at him. "All right," I agreed.

It was quiet for several half-seconds, and when it looked like I was finished being rebellious as far as Rosalie was concerned, she spoke impatiently.

"And in the meantime, there are other things I would like to focus on for the time being," she complained. "We have to get Emmett a new suit for the dance. It's only two weeks away, and you know we have to get his clothes tailored."

At that, I proceeded to stalk out of the parlor, making my way into the kitchen where Keira and Esme were sitting around the bar island silently. For the moment, it looked like everything was as sorted as it was going to get, and I had no reason to stay tense, moving to the stool next to Keira to sit with her while Esme politely bowed out of the room with a little grin on her face.

Keira was quiet as she ate the turkey sandwich Esme had made her, glancing up at me every six or seven seconds, and I tried to keep a smile on my face. I didn't want her to think anything had changed, and I was still going over everything in my head, trying to keep her safe until I could remain at her side outside my own house where I felt safe as well. Then, in between bites in her sandwich, Keira spoke softly.

"Abigail was talking about the Fall Dance yesterday," she revealed with a small smile.

I bowed my head. "Rosalie is also talking of it," I nodded. "She wants to buy Emmett a new suit."

Keira blushed over her food. "Abigail said that Fisher was talking like he wanted to ask her to go," she laughed, pausing and then continuing to eat lightly.

It didn't take much on my part to read in to what she was leading up to, and I could see in her mind that she was thinking of a light blue knee-length dress with a pair of flats to keep her feet comfortable. She would ask her mother for the cream-colored shawl her grandmother had left for special occasions, and she thought I would look nice in a black suit meant for formal affairs.

I'd never been to a school dance before, and watching the images of us play out in her head made me wonder what such a thing would feel like. Even when I'd gone off on my own, the very idea of commingling with a human would've been far too dangerous for me — especially given the fact that I had so very rarely denied myself anything I'd needed at the time. While I worried about subjecting Keira to the kinds of things I'd done, I also knew she wouldn't back away from me if I were to show her that side of myself. She'd already seen me fresh from a hunt; I knew she could handle herself going to a dance with me.

"Do you want to go?" I asked after nearly half a minute.

Still, she blushed, absently biting her lower lip and bowing her head. When she didn't say anything, I leaned closer to her, laying my hand over hers to make her look at me again.

"Keira," I whispered loud enough for her to hear. "Would you like to go to the Fall Dance with me?"

She smiled shyly, lowering her eyes to our hands and gazing for another second before she lifted her eyes to mine. "Yes, Edward," she said. "I would."

I grasped onto her hand gently, smiling still when she thought about her and her mother going to Seattle for a day of going to the salon to get their hair done. She had no idea how . . . endearing it made her to me.

"Ahem!"

Emmett's overt thoughts invaded the outer layer of my mind, and I sat up slowly, turning to see him there with a wide smile on his face. I stared annoyingly, but he continued into the kitchen.

"Carlisle says it looks like we're going to be hunting this weekend before school on Monday," he informed me. "You wanna go now, or wait until tonight?"

I looked at Keira, seeing that she'd returned to her sandwich. She lifted her eyes to mine, and I glanced at Emmett. "Will you stay until I get back?" I asked earnestly.

"Of course," she promised.

I smiled again, rising slowly and feeling the need to do something to show her how thankful I was for her trust. But instead, I bowed my head and turned to leave with Emmett. He smiled as we left the kitchen, though his smile was much more suggestive, along with his thoughts, and I shook my head at him without saying anything.

Though less than a week had passed since I'd hunted, I knew with other vampires in the area that I would need as much of my strength and reason as I could muster. I didn't want to get caught in a moment of desperation where those two were concerned, and getting out of the house with Emmett for the afternoon allowed me to remove all the anger and tension I'd accumulated since our meeting with the woman. I refused to think her name. Doing so would cause all the progress I was making to fall away in an instant. Emmett was glad for the time away from Rosalie's musings about his new suit. She'd already redone all his measurements, despite the fact that he hadn't grown in any way since becoming a vampire. I suppose she did it to retain some form of normalcy. I hoped she could contain her disapproval of Keira while I was away from the house.

Emmett, for the most part, stayed quiet during our run from the house and then town, and I did nothing to stop him, hoping I could go a little while longer without dealing with the impending confrontation I knew was coming in the near-distant future — if not with these new vampires, then with Rosalie. And Emmett's thoughts were simple and tunneled as we ran toward our destination. I appreciated this more than I could express, and I would've been eternally grateful if the quiet had continued during the entire trip. But almost as soon as we stopped at the appearance of a small herd of elk, Emmett's simple-mindedness stopped and was replaced with the kind of thinking I'd become accustomed to from him by now.

"So," he began as we beared down on the herd. "Rose said this dance is in two weeks. You goin' or what?"

Despite hearing him perfectly, I chose not respond as I crouched to the forest floor to watch the herd graze through a small clearing. From what I could see, there were three adults — a male and two females — and three calves, all male, and so far, Emmett and I were nowhere near where they could detect us. I smelled the air, feeling rain close by but knowing it would still be a few hours before it arrived. Along with rain, I also smelled pine and moss and dirt, indicating a freshness in the forest that I'd also become accustomed to. This forest was unlike any I'd ever hunted inside, and it was refreshing to see and hear and smell things so unique.

"I know you like Keira," Emmett pressed, crouching beside me. "I see the way you are around her. It's okay, you know. Rose will get over it eventually."

To that, I glanced in his direction, thinking about how stubborn Rosalie was being, but also knowing in a way that she was right. Human/Vampire friendships were unheard of for a very good reason. I was dangerous for Keira. I knew this, and so did Carlisle, which was exactly why he didn't approve of what I was doing. I knew that didn't mean he didn't like Keira — as a person or in a more-than-friends capacity for me. I knew it meant he simply didn't wish for her to be in harm's way. I had no way of expressing how much I felt the exact same way.

"Rosalie's right though," I conceded softly. "It's dangerous for Keira to be around me."

Emmett leaned closer. "Then why is she still coming to the house every week?" he asked, a little grin pricking at the left corner of his mouth the way it did when he was thinking something inappropriate. "Especially now that she knows."

I bowed my head, knowing he was right about how I felt. I was accustomed to Keira being around the way she was now. And I knew I would only become more accustomed to her as time went on. It didn't matter that she was human and would probably die after another eighty or ninety years. I didn't care that she would never be the same as me, since I absolutely refused to think of anyone changing her into a vampire — even me. I liked her the way she was, and I liked her because she accepted me without any reservations. She could've gone running to the town's people no matter how futile that would've been. But she hadn't. She'd stayed. She trusted me despite knowing that it could be dangerous for her in the future.

"It's because you're right as well," I admitted. "I do like her. For whatever reason, she's accepted me, and I've grown accustomed to her presence."

He chuckled victoriously, and I smirked in his direction, returning my attention to the herd as it still grazed lazily.

At that, we moved in unison toward the herd with very little hesitation, making our way around the edges of the clearing until the two largest specimens were within our path. I let Emmett charge the male since he was the largest. I sprang on the second largest even though it was one of the females. She was easy to take down, and as the other female and three calves scattered with bleets and cries of surprise, I realized that I'd taken down what could only be described as a grandmother to the male Emmett was currently feeding on. She wasn't as old as she looked, but with the elements, I suppose it was possible. I didn't feel horrible, but it made me think of the way Keira looked at me. She knew how old I was now, both physically and chronologically. I wondered why it didn't repulse her to be around me, but these were questions I didn't want to bring up around Emmett.

It was nearly dark when Emmett and I returned to the house, and while I shouldn't have expected Keira to still be at the house, I was surprised to find her sitting on the couch in the front parlor with a book in her lap like she was at home with her parents and brothers. Something else that surprised me were her clothes. Before I'd left, she'd been dressed in old clothes in anticipation of our walk through the forest, since most of her clothes were rather refined. Now, as she sat on the couch quietly reading, I noticed she was wearing a pair of silk pants that were more than likely Esme's since she and Keira were nearly the same size, and her shirt was knit cotton with a discernable striped pattern on it. I was immediately confused, especially when I noticed that her hair was wet and her face was washed.

Then she looked up at me, and I knew what was going on.

Though she was thinking nothing of the sort at the moment, I could see that she'd made arrangements with her mother and father to stay at my house for the evening by telling them that she'd made a new friend in Rosalie and wanted to know what it was like to talk to a girl a lot like her. When Keira saw the uncertain look on my face, she put her book away, prompting me further into the room and closer to her until I was sitting on the coffee table in front of her — much like I'd done the week before.

"Esme said it would be okay for me to wear this while she washed my other clothes," she commented, gesturing to the pants and then the shirt. She blushed, thinking — hoping I wouldn't be too offended by her idea.

"It's all right," I assured her softly. "I simply wasn't expecting it. Are you certain it's what you want? I can still take you home."

She opened her mouth to speak, but she was interrupted by Carlisle entering the room with a tray of food that looked fresh. I could smell baked chicken and potatoes, turning to him as he arrived at the couch and set the tray over Keira's lap.

"Thank you," she nodded.

"Please don't hesitate to ask for anything else," he offered. "Esme has been busying herself all afternoon trying to find something for you to eat in the morning. Edward and Emmett will be keeping an eye on the house while she, Rosalie and I go hunting. For the time being, consider this as close to your home as you can."

His thoughts betrayed his kind words as he appraised me silently and then turned his eyes to me so I would know he still wasn't happy about this situation we'd all found ourselves in. I knew he didn't want Keira to be hurt, but I wasn't about to leave her alone. It was too late for that.

"When you're ready to sleep, Esme and I have decided it's all right for you to use our bedroom for the night. Feel free to turn in whenever you're tired. Edward can show you where it is."

Keira smiled graciously, unaware of Carlisle's reservations. "Thank you again," she smiled.

He bowed his head then, only looking at me for a split second before he left swiftly, and I looked at Keira again as she began eating.

"What did your father say about you staying here?" I asked after nearly a minute, listening to her breathe and wondering how she was so calm.

She grinned slightly. "He wasn't very happy about the idea," she revealed. "I'm his youngest, after all, and he's afraid of me growing up too fast."

"But . . ."

She bowed her head and then lifted her eyes to mine. "But he trusts me. And my mother practically overpowered him over the phone," she laughed softly. "I don't know if she's told him what she thinks of all this, but I don't think she would let anything stand in the way of it."

"Exactly what does she think of all this?" I asked, my voice softer than it had been just half a minute earlier.

Keira paused, still eating, and while I would've normally waited until she was finished with her meal, I was intrigued. So far, I knew her mother liked me and appreciated my manners where Keira was concerned. I knew she liked me because I walked Keira inside at the end of our days together, and I was always considerate of where my place was. Beyond that, I hadn't been able to discern anything else from her thoughts. She tried not to objectify me the way most of the girls and women in town did, and it spoke volumes about how Keira had reacted to me. I respected Annabeth Jones for that more than she could possibly imagine.

"She likes you," Keira said obviously, to which I nodded.

"I gathered just as much," I agreed, and she laughed again.

"But it's more than that. She likes the way you are. You remind her of my father and the way he was when they first met." She paused, gathering her thoughts. "She says it's like you're courting me, or something to that effect."

Something about the words she used made me react instantly, and I sat back over the coffee table, putting at least two extra feet between us. I remembered that from my old life — my human life, despite the fact that I'd never done anything like it in my life. I'd never courted a girl when I'd been human, nor had I ever even considered being this close to one after being changed into a vampire. It was enough that she was here and trusted me completely. I didn't need it to change. And when she noticed how uncomfortable I'd become, she did the exact opposite of what I needed her to do.

"I didn't mean to upset you," she insisted gently, leaning closer and wrapping her hand around my arm. "I told my mother it wasn't like that. I told her we're just friends. I told her I'm too young for what she's talking about."

"And do you know what she's talking about?" I demanded softly, unconsciously inhaling and unintentionally causing Keira's pulse to increase.

She paused again, reading my face and thinking I was misunderstanding her. "Well, I don't know exactly what she's talking about," she surmised. "But with her comparing it to my father, I can only imagine what she means. Edward, I — "

"It's all right," I swore, carefully keeping my clenched teeth covered. "You surprised me saying that. I wasn't expecting it. I'm sorry I reacted like that. I . . . know she likes me. For you."

Keira pressed her lips together, bowing her head again and returning to her food. I decided then to wait until she was finished eating to say anything else. I knew this was just as new for her as it was for me. I hoped it kept us on common ground a little while longer until the restraints of my physical being began to get in the way again. I knew that was inevitable.

Less than a second after Keira finished her food and the iced tea given to her, Esme appeared at the entrance of the front parlor to take her tray, and once she disappeared again, it became obvious to me that I was being given a wide berth where my guest was concerned. For once, I took the hints and suggestive thoughts to heart, per say, allowing Keira to pick up her book so I could walk her up stairs to my room.

It was only six-thirty and Saturday evening, but I knew it would be different with Keira here. I didn't have a bed in my room, and even though I knew she would need to sleep, I was glad I would be able to leave her to that peacefully for the first time in several days. I wondered if she minded the fact that I'd been watching her every night since Tuesday, but she hadn't said anything to suggest otherwise. Her thoughts told me she knew it would be a common thing until I was sure she and her family were safe, and while I was uncertain how that made me feel despite my conversation with Emmett, I still wanted to shelter her as much as I could. I owed her that much.

"What book are you reading?" I asked as we ascended the stairs to the third floor where my room was situated.

"Tennyson," she commented, adding, "Carlisle was gracious enough to lend me a book of his poems. They were my grandmother's favorites."

"Do you have a favorite?" I'd never imagined a girl Keira's age could enjoy poetry or anything having to do with an older time period, but she continued to surprise me.

"Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal," she revealed.

I bowed my head then, remembering the poem quite well and utterly amazed by her candor. "Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake," I quoted with a slight smile, continuing, "So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me."

She smiled then with me, laughing softly. "You know it?"

I glanced at her, arriving at the last landing before my room. "I read a lot," I reminded her.

She nodded then, stepping into my room as I held the door open and then settling over the lounge chair as it overlooked the forest near my house. It was dark now, the deep gray clouds shrouding what should've been a half-moon. There was rain coming through town now, and I could see little droplets spattering the window as it began to sprinkle outside. The house was warmer now with Keira inside it. I could also hear the fire in Carlisle's library crackling loudly with fresh logs. I knew he wanted to accommodate her, so I left my door open to let the heat drift inside my room.

"What do you like to read?" she asked, opening her book back to where she'd been before she'd eaten.

"Tennyson is good," I agreed, removing my shoes and scooting them under the lounge chair. "And as cliched as it sounds, I actually rather enjoy Shakespeare. I balked at a lot of his tragedies, but the comedies were well-thought for me. A Midsummer Night's Dream is always agreeable on the occasional dreary day. I don't understand why anyone would want to read a tragedy like Hamlet or Romeo & Juliet."

"My father once told me he liked reading The Two Gentlemen of Verona. He said he always like reading about Launce and his dog," she admitted while still blushing deeply. "My mother has a copy of For Whom the Bell Tolls."

I stood up from the lounge chair slowly, moving to the south wall of my room where most of my books and records were kept. I looked over the large selection of music I now possessed, finding a relatively new purchase and moving to the record player Carlisle had bought in Rochester before we'd moved to Hoquiam. Gently, the tinkling sounds of a new artist, Nat King Cole filtered through the small speakers, singing It's only a Paper Moon. Keira laughed softly, rising to join me in front of the record player.

"Is that new?" she inquired, her voice upbeat for the first time in days.

"I found this in a music store in Seattle just before we moved here," I nodded. "The salesman looked at me funny, but I knew it would be a fruitful endeavor. Do you like it?"

"Fisher has been looking for this for almost six months," she agreed with a nod. "He plays jazz all the time."

"Then he can have this," I offered more seriously than I had in a long time. She immediately stopped smiling. "What?" I asked.

"You don't have to do that," she insisted. "I'm sure he and Kyle will be driving to Seattle before Christmas. He can find it then."

"Nonsense," I pressed. "You'll take it home with you tomorrow."

She conceded with a grin, looking over the several vinyl records filling my shelves.

I leaned in closer, whispering. "Anything else you'd like to listen to before you go to bed?"

She looked further, gazing along the shelf and then pulling one out that was rather old for its place in my collection. I stared at the front cover of the record for a few seconds, lifting my eyes to hers.

"Beethoven?" I verified.

She nodded.

I bowed my head in concession, pulling the previous selection from the record player and replacing it with a piece of music I actually hadn't listened to in quite some time. As the quiet sounds of Für Elise began to fill my room, she moved back to the lounge chair, opening her book again and continuing to read. I turned to watch her, musing over the way she silently mouthed the words as she read them and noticing how she thought of grandmother doing the same thing as she moved along the page slowly.

"I can play this, you know," I said softly after several minutes, and she looked at me.

"What?"

I nodded to the record player. "All of this. I can play it. On the piano."

She tilted her head, grinning and widening her eyes slightly. "You can play the piano?"

I shrugged. "Of course. What else is there to do when one doesn't sleep?"

She blushed, and I laughed softly.

"I'll play for you sometime when we're not all being so guarded," I promised her, and she nodded.

"I would like that very much."

After that, I quieted down, listening to the music and the rain and her breathing and the beating of her heart until it was as steady as ticking of the clock in Carlisle library.

Eventually, she laid down over the lounge chair, relaxing to a certain degree until I could tell she was falling asleep. Though I'd watched her do this the last several days, it was different now. She'd learned so much about me and my family since discovering our secret, and she was no less determined than she had been that afternoon. I was so grateful for her for so many more reasons than I was willing to admit.

She almost dropped her book, but I caught it and laid in on my desk before gently lifting her in my arms to carry her to Carlisle and Esme's room as it set vacant. I could still hear Carlisle in his library reading an old copy of one of his father's texts, and Esme was inventorying the items she had in the kitchen. She was thinking about what to leave out for Keira to eat for breakfast, and I decided she would do that until she was satisfied with her choices.

Even though none of us slept, those of us who could, used their beds for other reasons, and I knew that was the reason why Carlisle and Esme had this bed. I was grateful they were relinquishing it for just one night. The bed was made for me to slip Keira between the top sheet and the mattress, and she stirred just as I was pulling the blanket over her shoulder.

"What time is it?" she asked softly, sleep overpowering her voice and her mind.

"After eight-thirty. You've had another eventful day."

She smiled like she was going to say something, but instead, she reached for my hand and held onto it without the intention of letting go. She drifted back to sleep gently, and I resigned myself to her side, watching her mind become distant as images of the day came to front of her mind. I could tell it was going to take much more than a few hours of exposure to my family for her to forget the impending danger I'd exposed her to — especially when Connor's face flashed through her mind when she thought about the woman's words from that afternoon.

I had no defenses up for something like this. I had no way of preventing my instincts from taking over. It was very frustrating. But I was determined. I'd made a promise to Keira, and I intended to keep it, by any means necessary. Rosalie and Carlisle were just going to have to accept it for the time being.

A few notes before we part.

"Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal"is a poem written by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. It was first published in 1847, in The Princess: A Medley.

The poem has been set to music several times, including settings by Benjamin Britten,[1] Roger Quilter,[2] Ned Rorem,[3][4] and Mychael Danna.[5]

It appeared as a song in the 2004 film Vanity Fair (based on Thackeray's novel from 1848), sung by the character Becky Sharp.

For Whom the Bell Tolls was written by Earnest Hemingway and published in 1940.

It's only a Paper Moon was released at part of a collection by The King Cole Trio in 1944. It was Nat King Cole's first record.

Edward is supposed to have a lot of music, and considering the time, I'd still find that to be true. Only the format is different.

Until next time!