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Edward POV:

All at once, I was living my wildest day dreams and also my worst nightmares. This was what I knew I wanted, yet I knew it wasn't good. She pulled away, stared deep into my eyes. I was momentarily dazed.

"How did you know where I was?" I blinked once, and then thought about the question. I didn't want to answer the inevitable question-What are you?- so I was careful not to give to much away in my answer.

"My sister Alice. She has visions of the future. They can change, however. The future is not set in stone. She sees the future based on your decisions. When you decided to commit suicide, she saw exactly what you were doing." It was hard work to keep my voice calm, but I managed. She appeared surprised from my answer. She probably was expecting "I'm a stalker" or something.

"Is Alice the pixie one?" The tiny one, the annoying one.

"Yes."

"Is Alice the only one in your family who has a special talent?" I had to think harder about this one.

"Jasper influences emotions. I can hear thoughts of everybody within a reasonable distance." I looked up at her face, and she looked panicked, embarrassed. "There are some exceptions, however. No matter how hard I try, no matter how hard I concentrate, I can't hear your thoughts." She sighed with relief.

"How does that work?" Damn. How could I avoid letting something slip when she asked that? I just told her a flat out answer I would have given another vampire who had asked the question.

"No one knows for sure. Carlisle has his own theories. He thinks that we all bring something into our next life. I was very influenced by the thoughts of those around me. Jasper was very charismatic. Alice was put into an asylum for her visions of the future. I would guess they intensified in this life."

"Why did you even care? Why did you come and save me?"

"Like I said earlier, I feel a connection between us. I couldn't bear to lose you." That might have been the easiest question she asked so far.

"What kind of connection are you talking about?"

I knew it was too good to last. I exhaled, and said it before I could come to think of another answer. "I love you, Bella. I couldn't bear to see you floating cold, colorless, lifeless. It was unimaginable to me." I leaned back slightly bracing myself for her reaction. Would she hit me? Not care? Love me back? I had no clue. Why can't I hear her thoughts just once?

"Well. That changes things, now doesn't it?" She stared at the floor in disbelief. For some odd reason she looked like she was about to burst into tears.

"I apologize if I have made you uncomfortable. But I needed you to know. It needed to be out there."

"But I'm engaged. You knew you'd never be with me in that sense. But why did you keep trying?" She smiled smugly. She seemed proud of her question.

"I feel like a part of your life. I feel like your bodyguard, of sorts." I smiled. She was so clumsy she needed a bodyguard indeed.

She shook her head as if to clear it. "You talk like you're from another time. How old are you?"

This question made me more nervous than any of the others. Would she be repulsed by my age? One way to find out. "I was born in Chicago in 1805."

She was surprised, but she shrugged it off nonchalantly. "You know, you say this is your second life. I want to know everything about the first."

I thought for a while. I remembered barely nothing from my human life. The stuff I did remember was blurry, and irrelevant. "I barely remember it. It was all so long ago. I clearly remember that I was fully set on joining the military. Every night, before our meals, my mother, Elizabeth, would say grace and pray to God I would never actually join. My father's name was Edward Senior. Other than that, I can't remember anything else."

No sooner had I answered the question, she fired another at me. "I want to know more about your family. Your adoptive family." This one was going to be fun.

"Carlisle is my adoptive father. He found me dying in a hospital of the Spanish Influenza, and he saved me. He is an excellent doctor, and very compassionate. He has been married to my adoptive mother, Esme for as long as I can remember. Esme loves passionately, and I have never in my entire existence met anyone as motherly as her. Rosalie is quite the character." I let out a laugh; thinking of the fit Rosalie had thrown just earlier today. "She is quite... confident with her beauty. It is to the point of annoyance, actually. I can hear what she thinks, and it is always about her. She is married to Emmett."

"Hold on there." She held up an index finger. The expression on her face was hard to read. It looked dumb-founded, confused disgusted. "This Rosalie is married to her brother?" How was I going to explain that to her?

I shrugged. "They were married before they were adopted. They pretend to be siblings."

"Oh. Sorry for interrupting; continue."

"I accept. Back to Emmett. There is nothing I can even begin to say about Emmett." Ah, Emmett. What could I say about Emmett that would not scare, repulse, or let her figure out everything I was trying to hide? "So I will skip over to Jasper. Jasper is very new to this, and he struggles, but we help him." Darn, I let something huge slip out. She didn't appear to have noticed. "He is married to Alice. Alice is so bubbly and so optimistic." I sounded like a proud mother speaking of her daughter. "I relate better to her than to anyone else in the family. She is like me little sister in every sense of the word."

She stared blankly at me. I could almost hear her brain whirring. When her next question came out, I was stunned and unsure of what to say.

"What are you?" I thought for a while. She was going to be with us for a while, so she has to know the truth. It might scare her into not wanting to stay with us. I took a deep breath, ran my finger through my hair and stared deep into those chocolate brown eyes.

"A vampire."

Bella blinked once, twice, a third time, and hit the floor with a sickening low thud.

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