Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.
--Helen Rowland

So... Jake and everyone are the way they were, but Twilight never happened, it's like starting over. Just thought I would clear somethings.

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Edward's POV

Would they ever give it a rest? The entire family was at it! I guess there was nothing else to do at night, seeing as we didn't sleep. I just couldn't take it anymore. There was too much love in that house, too much companionship.

I knew they were worried about me not having anyone. But to be honest, I was perfectly fine. I didn't anyone. I was myself, and that was enough, right? But lately, I had been questioning things.

Even the humans, who had only lived for a short amount of time, had found someone to spend their forever with. I had been here for over 100 years and never found anyone. Didn't that mean I proved I didn't anyone? Or did it prove that opposite – that I couldn't find anyone? I didn't know.

None of the humans attracted my attention, though. And the others of my kind, well, they weren't exactly what I would call friendly. I couldn't be sure. Maybe it was I. Maybe there was something wrong with me, a curse, as you could say, put on me, damned to eternity with no one.

How else would I be here? I was a monster, a creation against the will of God. I didn't have a soul anymore. Did that mean I couldn't love anymore? No, it didn't, otherwise the rest of my family would be just as alone as I was. So then it was me. There was something wrong with me.

I couldn't stand to be in that house anymore, so I took a drive. I drove over twice the legal limit, but who was there, in the middle of nowhere Alaska, to stop me? It was night, the humans would spend it sleeping, wasting away half of their lives sleeping. And I had all of my existence not sleeping. Fair enough. It was punishment to suffer through this, what I've been created, day and night and not get any time of unconsciousness.

Alaska. Who in their right human mind would move here for fun? There was nothing to do, nothing to help pass the time. More punishment. Was there no end to this? Have I been such a monster that I deserved to stay here forever? I certainly hope not.

I wasn't paying attention to anything I was doing; I was to engrossed in my thoughts. If I had been paying any attention at all, I would have seen it before I smashed into it. A truck. An old, red Chevy that looked like it wouldn't run anymore. I was pulled over to the side and I could no one inside. Maybe it was abandoned. I could tell why.

But it wasn't. And I crashed right into it. I smelt her before I even got out of the car all the way, such an alluring scent. The monster in my head roared, delighted at the chance at such a quick, easy meal. I wanted to give in, wanted to taste her. But Carlisle's face showed in front of me. I couldn't let him down.

I stopped breathing for the time being. I couldn't smell that again without going after it. There was a girl in that car, no older than eighteen, curled into a ball on the seat. What the hell was she doing out here at 3 in the morning? Didn't she know it was dangerous? Of course she didn't, we kept ourselves hidden well.

She was bleeding profusely. There wasn't much time until she died of blood loss. I ran over, at my speed, absolutely sure she wouldn't notice anything. She was unconscious by the look of it. I gently lifted her, unsure if anything was broken, and ran her to my car. I took a blanket, like I needed it, and ripped it into shreds to help stop the bleeding. It didn't seem to work very well.

Who was she? How did she get here? I took a breath, thinking her scent couldn't be worse than it was out there, surrounded by so much of it. But inside this small cab, it was worse. Her appealing scent hit me ten times harder than that of a wrecking ball. Venom pooled in my mouth and the monster I had reeled back had sprung to life again.

It seemed to me like she was trying to ruin everything Carlisle had built for me, like she was sent to test me, knowing I would fail. But I wouldn't. Carlisle had tried too hard for me to ruin it for all of them.

So I held my breath the entire ride back and thought of all the violent ways I could kill her. She was already near dead; it wouldn't take too long, unconscious too. She wouldn't feel a thing. But I didn't want to kill her in my car. I could never ride in it again.

So I got through the ride carefully thinking of things I could never do. I couldn't see how one human could cause me this much pain. I thought it was wrong. It went against nature. Like you. A voice in my head said. Of course, everything about me went against nature.

But this girl! Here I was tortured by her scent, trying to think of ways to kill her, wondering if anyone would miss her, and I couldn't get nay information from her brain. It was as if she wasn't there. But she was! I could smell the blood, tantalizing me from the back seat. She was obviously there, obviously thinking something. But I could hear her!

It was amazingly infuriating. Her mind took my mind of off killing her for a while. I hadn't realized I'd driven so far in so little time. Now all I wanted to was get back to the house and have Carlisle take of her. I needed to hunt. Now.

I saw the house in the distance, a small speck rapidly turning into a house. I sped up, going a record speed for me. All of the lights were on and it was silent, a first for nighttime.

I carried the girl into Carlisle's study, walking past the entire family on my way. I didn't bother listening to their thoughts. I only cared about getting this girl, for I still had no idea what her name was, to stop bleeding and feeling better. I had the strangest urge to make any pain she felt go away and I didn't know how to handle it.

Carlisle walked in behind me, already in doctor mode. She doesn't look too bad, maybe a broken leg, bruised all over. How did this happen Edward?

"I wasn't thinking and she was in the road. I don't think she was even…right before I was there. She looked like she had been there awhile." Who knew how long?

Hmm… she seems okay. Not in the best shape, but she'll be fine. How did you get her back here? Jasper said he could feel your thirst far away.

I spent a while answering his questions while he tended to her injuries. He came to the questions I wanted answers to myself.

Do you know anything about her? How did she get there? It's Alaska at 3 a.m. I hope her family won't worry about her too much. Can you tell me who they are? I think I should call them.

"I can answer any of those. I have no clue what she's thinking. A first." Naturally. There was a first for everything.

Amazing. I hope she recovers soon. I would love to talk to her some. The way he phrased it made it seem he wanted to talk to her about us.

"Carlisle, I hope you aren't planning on letting her stay here for longer than necessary. I think I would have to leave. I can't… handle her well." No need to tell him whenever I was around her the monster flared like he had just found the most delicious dessert.

"Don't worry, I don't think I will. I just want to know enough about her, make sure she'll be okay. I don't think it would be kind to send her out with nowhere to go."

EDWARD! She'll wake up soon! I can't wait! Maybe we can go shopping before she leaves. Ooohhh! I know just what to get her!

Thank you, Alice. I turned to look at her, the girl who had me confused, amazed, and angry at the same time. Her eyes started fluttering and she had the most beautiful, chocolate brown I had ever seen. She seemed confused, expected of course. She looked around, noticing Carlisle and me for the first time.

"W-Where am I? How long have I been here?"

"You're in my house. I am Doctor Cullen. You've only been here for a few hours."

"Where exactly is your house?" I don't think she knew exactly how far she had driven.

"Alaska." Carlisle seemed worried.

"Alaska! How – What – Charlie! He's going to be so mad! Do you have a phone I could use? I need to tell my dad I'm okay." Carlisle walked over to the desk and gave the phone to the girl.

"What's your name?" I asked her. I needed to stop calling her 'that girl'.

"Bella. I'm from Washington. How did I get this far?" She was mumbling to herself by the end.

"I'm… going to call my dad now. Thank you, by the way, for finding me."

"You welcome." Carlisle said, and we walked out of the room together. I was eavesdropping on her conversation, not really like I had a choice, but I wanted to. I seemed like her father wasn't too happy and wanted her to come home. I wonder why she left in the first place. Did something happen?

"No, Dad. I can't go home yet. I'm not…ready. Dad he'll still be there. I can't handle that right now." At the mention of a man, Rosalie tensed. We had no idea what happened to her, but it looked bad. Maybe it wasn't, maybe there was some hope for her.

"No, Dad. I'm fine. I'm with a doctor. I don't know. Yes, I'll call you later. Okay, love you too, Dad. Bye." Carlisle had walked into the room again to help her with her wounds.

"I couldn't help but overhear the end of your conversation. Was something wrong?"

"No, everything's okay. My dad just wanted me to come home. I'm fine though. Thank you for everything. Oh! How bad am I hurt?" I hadn't thought about that.

"Not too bad. You have a bruised rib and some cuts. Everything will heal."

"I've had worse." Rosalie tensed again. "The ER practically knows everything about me. I'm the world's biggest klutz." She confused me. She would always say the thing you least expected, and I couldn't expect anything.

I abruptly, and oddly, found myself wanting to know everything about her.

Song: You Found Me by Kelly Clarkson

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