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Edward groaned, and ran a hand through his hair. "I have to go," he growled, shooting up and leaving the room. When he passed by Alice he glared at her, which automatically made me think of the phrase if looks could kill, and made me shudder. He slammed the door so hard that it rattled. As soon as he was gone, Alice giggled and skipped over to me.

"What do you mean by 'sister-in-law'?" I hissed out. She scoffed.

"Don't blame this on me, missy, you're the one who put him up to it." She laughed and then mumbled, "Not that he had very many objections to it at the time," so quietly that I wasn't even sure I was meant to have heard it.

"Will you please explain to me?" I asked politely. She shook her head.

"I don't think so. Edward should be the one two explain, since he's the one who ended your human life and all."

"And besides," she continued, "It's so much more fun to watch you freak out over this!" Was I really freaking out as much as she said I was?

"But you're not kidding about the 'being married to him' part, right?" I asked. She shook her head.

"Whoa," I mumbled. "I'm married to Edward Cullen." How does someone go from hating a person, to saving their life –on more than one occasion—to hating them, to being completely friendly, and marrying them in three weeks? That just didn't happen.

I was about to point that out when Alice said, "Oh, he doesn't hate you. He's just polite enough to ignore your blood." She beamed at me. What?

I forgot about that for a minute, and raised an eyebrow. "We're vampires, silly!" she giggled. "And it wasn't that hard to guess; you're just really predictable. And no, I'm not a mind reader." Holy crow.

"But I will tell you this: You ask for the most random things when you're about to die!" And then she was gone. I sighed and continued to sit where I was, just thinking and taking in my surroundings.

Vampire. Totally impossible, I decided, she's only messing with me.

I looked around the room, registering each thing to mind.

The things that stood out the most were the gold walls, and a bookshelf that took up the entire west side of the room, and was filled with every kind of music you could possibly imagine. There were also a few books as well, but most of his books were located on a different, smaller bookshelf on the opposite side of the room, by the door. Out of sheer curiosity, I got up off the bed –which I later learned wa just an over-sized, black leather couch- and strode over to the bookshelf.

I was surprised to find many of my favorite books. There was one shelf, though, near the top that held a row of books that had no names on their leather binds. Once again my curiosity got the better of me and I took the first one down. There was no title on the front either, so I opened it and read the first few paragraphs, which were written in the most beautiful handwriting I had ever seen.

"This was the time of day that I wished I were able to sleep.

"High school.

"Or purgatory was the right word? If there was any way to atone for my sins, this ought to count toward the tally in some measure. The tedium was not something I was used to; every day seemed more impossibly monotonous than the last.

"I suppose this was my form of sleep—if sleep were defined as the inert state between active periods."

Huh? What was he talking about with the sleep thing? I skipped ahead and continued on:

"Edward Cullen.

"Reflex reaction. I turned to the sound of my name being called, though it wasn't being called, just thought.

"My eyes locked for a small portion of a second with a pair of wide, chocolate-brown eyes set in a pale, heart-shaped face." Me? "I knew the face, though I'd never seen it myself before this moment. It had been foremost in every human head today. The new student, Isabella Swan. Daughter of the town's chief of police, brought to live here by some new custody situation. Bella. She had corrected everyone who used her full name…"

Yep. Me. I checked the date at the top. It was set for the first day of school—or, at least my first day at Forks High School. I skipped ahead a few more pages.

"Bella Swan walked into the flow of the heated air that blew towards me from the vent.

"Her scent hit me like a wrecking ball, a battering ram. There was no image violent enough to encapsulate the force of what happened to me at that moment.

"In that instant, I was nothing close to the human I'd once been; no trace of the shreds of humanity I'd managed to cloak myself in remained.

"I was a predator. She was my prey. There was nothing else in the whole world but that truth.

"There was no roomful of witnesses—they were already collateral damage in my head. The mystery of her thoughts was forgotten. Her thoughts meant nothing, for she would not go on thinking them much longer.

"I was a vampire, and she had the sweetest blood I'd smelled in eighty years."

I stopped. No more of that, I decided.

I stopped reading and started to skim through the pages instead, stopping when there ceased to be any writing in the elegant script, and going to the last written page. I soon realized that it was a complete recollection of everything that had happened within the last few days—maybe even hours.

"You could tell that she was bored by the way she stared off into space. This was one of those times when I wished more than anything that I could read what was going on through her mind—that I could read her thoughts.

"She jumped when the bell –signaling that we had caught something in the net—dinged; she jumped rather high actually, and her heart beat sped up considerably. She blushed at her actions, and I couldn't help but smile. The first time she had blushed in the Biology class room little over three weeks ago, I had been convinced that she had just been summoned from my own personal hell to ruin me—now, her blush was one of those tiny things that I looked forward to seeing every day.

"Everyone had been excited when the bell went off—though very few actually cared what had been caught. They were only glad to get out of the boring lesson.

"They all formed a line, waiting for their chance to pet the poor, unsuspecting sting ray. My eyes never left Bella, and I couldn't help but notice her hesitance when it was her turn. I gave into my impulsive reaction to touch her in some form, and offered my help.

"I took her hand in mine, cringing slightly at the warmness of it –warmer than it should have been- and glanced down at her, only to find a blush that traveled from her face all the way to her hands. Needing to get rid of it because of how close I was to her, I quickly dipped our hands below the surface of the tank's freezing water, glad when the blush was gone, and I could breathe again. I noticed how she unintentionally, almost putting her head on my shoulder, though no quite."

Did I really do that? Yikes! Talk about embarrassing!

"There was a rumble from below us, causing the boat to lurch forward and everything on it backwards, including the tank, which we still had our clasped hands inside. The tank crashed to the floor, glass shattering everywhere. Bella's natural clumsiness took over, and she followed the tank. I, of course, wouldn't have fallen with them had my impulsive need to protect her hadn't seeped in, causing me to grab her by the waist, only to discover that we were already too close to the ground to have gotten back up without hitting the floor first. A jagged piece of glass shot out and sliced along her neck and scalp." That was as far as I got before,

"What are you doing?" Edward asked angrily from the door. I gasped and spun around quickly, shutting the book I had been reading from and hiding it behind my back.

"N-nothing," I stuttered, putting the book back where I had found it on the shelf and stepped away from it as far as I could with one step. He quickly came in between it and I.

"I'm willing to pretend it didn't happen if you are." Perhaps it was just me, but I swore there was some sort of double meaning behind his words. However, I nodded slightly, and looked down at my feet.

The awkwardness of the situation felt deadly. Being caught reading the journal of a man whom you're supposedly married to, yet have no recollection of doing so, is bound to be slightly awkward in any sense of the word… right?

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Yep. There's a chapter. And yes, those first few quotes are from Midnight Sun.

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