An idea of the meeting between Edward and Bella-- from the point of view of the mischevous angel the Edward refers to in Midnight Sun. Just some playing with an idea.
She giggled to herself delightedly as she watched the girl stumble—quite literally—into Edward Cullen's life. The sound was beautiful, heartbreaking. Like the pealing of a thousand church bells. She often amused herself by watching the lonely vampire as he hunted, forced himself through high school and onto college, time and time again. He was always alone, despite the easy family love that was evident between Edward and the rest of the Cullens.
But he was missing something, too. No, not missing—waiting for something. Something essential, and beautiful, and life-changing.
He was waiting for love. True love—the love that a man has for a woman. He would wait no longer. She would not allow it.
She smiled to herself as she remembered the creation of this seemingly insignificant human girl. A tantalising scent, to capture his attention, a silent mind to occupy his thoughts, a quiet beauty to hold his eyes. And, on top of it all, appallingly bad luck, to place her constantly in harms way. Hopefully, he'd get the message soon enough—she needed him as much as he would need her.
Yes, it was all coming together now. She only needed one thing, on his behalf—complete and utter self-control. But she was confident that he had the strength required.
Now, all that she had to do was wait...