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"Uh...thanks?" I stammered, watching as the men that stalked me into the alleyway scrambled and crawled away from us. It was almost hilarious if the cold chill of breeze blew towards me and sent my teeth chattering. I watched my savior from the back, his shoulders beginning to relax and hands unclenched from its fist. He slowly turned, the full lips of his face in a frown. I examined him in the dark, his skin was alabaster pale and smooth, glowing even. His hair still shimmered with bronze and monochromatic highlights.

I saved his piercing green eyes for last. They were like embedded emeralds, placed gently against his face to complete the godlike creature. He was like the Greek gods of mythology I'd read far too much about. Straight nose, strong jawline, enticing lips, and utter perfection of his eyes. It took my breath away as I stared, transfixed by his annoyance at me. Did I do anything wrong?

"What's a girl like you doing here." It didn't even sound like a question, almost a rant.

Even if he was that perfect, my own stubbornness and hard attitude won over and the retaliating mechanism my brain seemed to have recoiled.

"What do you mean 'a girl like me'?" I asked, flabbergasted and mimicing his voice.

"I mean, a girl who should be in school or living in high society to be spoiled by their parents." He smirked at me and leaned against the wall. He looked like a model with every movement.

"That's funny, I ran away home and need a place to stay. I saw the advertisement outside and decided to enlighten this dingy place, why?" My voice was dripping with sarcasm as I stared at him. Frustrated by his face and the words that came out of it. His words were supposed to be sweet and honey-like, cooing even, but they were cold, hard and mean.

"Maybe you should just run back home then." He scolded at me, his perfectly arched eyebrows pulling together. His eyes were hard, like emeralds.

"Can't, I'm trying to get into Julliard and my parents won't let me. So, is there a place or not?" I shrugged and it seemed his face softened after my statement, smoldering eyes back. At least I seemed to have said the right thing.

"Yeah, there's a bedroom in my apartment. It's not going to be hotel quality but you can stay there. Julliard, huh?" He smiled crookedly at me, dimples showing on one side. I felt my heart speed up to match a hummingbird's and breathing subside immediately, like oxygen pushed right out of my lungs. I hadn't even noticed he'd unlocked the door and opened it until the support I had, which was the door, was removed and I'd almost fallen back.

Almost, because the man had placed his hand around my neck, breaking my fall and laughing at me.

"You should pay more attention."

"Yeah, I'll think of taking a few courses on that someday." He snickered and grabbed my hand, pulling me up. My stomach churned at his touch, warm, firm yet soft. I was on cloud nine and didn't even know I was in the living quarters of this man so quickly.

"Here's the kitchen, a bit shabby probably in comparison to your own famillie's I bet," he smirked and continued, "Of course, nothing here can be compared to that but let's continue." He led me from the kitchen and through a doorway into a little area with a television, a little couch and coffee table.

"This is the living room. There are many facilities you can use from here, from entertainment of about twenty channels, sleeping on the couch, sitting on the couch, drinking from the table, eating from the table. Shall I go on? The list is endless." He snickered at me, an amusing smile on his face as he tilted his head to the side and gesturing a hand, palm up, to the room.

"Very funny." I scowled at him and wandered off into a hallway. Two doors were across from another. I opened a door but it was quickly closed. My breath hitched as I felt his body pressed against mine, his hand on mine, trying to stop me from turning the knob.

"That room, is forbidden," he said, clearly displeased by my curiosity.

"Oh, sorry." I opened the other door.

The room was small, but cozy. There was a single mattress already set up, and a bedspread laid out. There was desk with a lamp on and leather armchair. It looked like a boarding school room.

"This is your room, if you take the offer of living here. I accommodate dinners usually, but unless I'm away, you will have to cook yourself. The fridge is partially stocked, reason being it's not very cold so perishable foods aren't preferred. So, how would you like this place Miss...?" He smiled at me, flashing his teeth.

"Just call me Bella. And yes, I would like to rent a room here. How are the prices for it?" His head slightly moved to one side, face thoughtful.

"What would you consider a reasonable price? I'm not in much dire need of money," he shrugged and looked at me questioningly.

"I don't know. Two thousand a month?" I suggested, looking at his face for any reaction to my offer.

"You're staying for that long? Auditions for Julliard and getting a room shouldn't take so long, you know," he sighed, "Nonetheless, deal."

"I'll let you unpack." I entered the room, it smelled oddly sweet, some tinges of floral scents, some sweet ones...it was abnormally nice.

"I was about to go out for dinner. Did you want to come? Or shall I get take-out?" He leaned against the doorway as I sat down on the bed, lightly bouncing on it. It was firm but soft again, just like his hands.

"Are you going to tell me your name, or not?" I asked, taking out my clothing from my backpack and piling it up together.

"Ah, right. My name's Edward Cullen." He crossed his hands over his chest and tapped his foot on the floor.

"Hungry, Edward?" I giggled at his impatient stance.

"Yes, and you're being unbearably slow. So what will it be? Take out or coming along?" I jumped off my bed and stood up, facing Edward. "I'll come along." I smiled and followed him out towards the door.

"Is your name going to be the only thing I'll get to know of you?" We were walking along the dark alleyway, but darker without the dim lighting of a sunset. I bumped into him twice, far too prone to falling and unable to see.

"First, give me your hand. Second, I don't think you need to know so much about me anyways." I reluctantly lifted my hand out in front of me, too dark to see and without a single light source, even harder to distinguish where he was except for his pale skin.

My heart went haywire as he held onto my hand, interlocked and perfect like a couple. Okay, that was a weird sensation. What was this feeling though? My breathing was shallow, unable to make it deeper. I quickly looked at our hands, and back at him, now walking side by side.

"What?" He cocked an eyebrow up just as we walked out to where the streets roared and lights blinded.

"Nothing." I whispered, looking down at my feet.

"Bella, please look up." I looked up at him, in shock and curious.

"What?" My train of thoughts derailed as I watched his mesmorizing oak-leaf green eyes watch me intently.

"I didn't want you to trip when you walked." He smiled crookedly at me and led me into a diner on the street.

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