I considered the impossibilities he described, trying to take it in. He waited patiently while I thought.
“So where did it all start? I mean, Carlisle changed you, and then someone must have changed him, and so on. . . .”
“Well, where did you come from? Evolution? Creation? Couldn’t we have evolved in the same way as other species, predator and prey? Or, if you don’t believe that all this world could have just happened on its own, which is hard for me to accept myself, is it so hard to believe that the same force that created the delicate angelfish with the shark, the baby seal and the killer whale, could create both our kinds together?”
“Let me get this straight — I’m the baby seal, right?”
“Right.” He laughed, and something touched my hair — his lips?
I wanted to turn toward him, to see if it was really his lips against my hair. But I had to be good; I didn’t want to make this any harder for him than it already was.
“Are you ready to sleep?” he asked, interrupting the short silence. “Or do you have any more questions?”
“Only a million or two.”
“We have tomorrow, and the next day, and the next . . . ,” he reminded me. I smiled, euphoric at the thought.
“Are you sure you won’t vanish in the morning?” I wanted this to be certain. “You are mythical, after all.”
“I won’t leave you.” His voice had the seal of a promise in it.
“One more, then, tonight . . .” And I blushed. The darkness was no help — I’m sure he could feel the sudden warmth under my skin.
“What is it?”
“No, forget it. I changed my mind.”
“Bella, you can ask me anything.”
I didn’t answer, and he groaned.
“I keep thinking it will get less frustrating, not hearing your thoughts. But it just gets worse and worse.”
“I’m glad you can’t read my thoughts. It’s bad enough that you eavesdrop on my sleep-talking.”
“Please?” His voice was so persuasive, so impossible to resist.
I shook my head.
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll just assume it’s something much worse than it is,” he threatened darkly. “Please?” Again, that pleading voice.
“Well,” I began, glad that he couldn’t see my face.
“Yes?”
“You said that Rosalie and Emmett will get married soon. . . . Is that . . . marriage . . . the same as it is for humans?”
He laughed in earnest now, understanding. “Is that what you’re getting at?”
I fidgeted, unable to answer.
“Yes, I suppose it is much the same,” he said. “I told you, most of those human desires are there, just hidden behind more powerful desires.”
“Oh,” was all I could say.
“Was there a purpose behind your curiosity?”
“Well, I did wonder . . . about you and me . . . someday . . .”
He was instantly serious, I could tell by the sudden stillness of his body. I froze, too, reacting automatically.
“I don’t think that . . . that . . . would be possible for us.”
“Because it would be too hard for you, if I were that . . . close?”
“That’s certainly a problem. But that’s not what I was thinking of. It’s just that you are so soft, so fragile. I have to mind my actions every moment that we’re together so that I don’t hurt you. I could kill you quite easily, Bella, simply by accident.” His voice had become just a soft murmur. He moved his icy palm to rest it against my cheek. “If I was too hasty . . . if for one second I wasn’t paying enough attention, I could reach out, meaning to touch your face, and crush your skull by mistake. You don’t realize how incredibly breakable you are. I can never, never afford to lose any kind of control when I’m with you.”
He waited for me to respond, growing anxious when I didn’t. “Are you scared?” he asked.
I waited for a minute to answer, so the words would be true. “No. I’m fine.”
He seemed to deliberate for a moment. “I’m curious now, though,” he said, his voice light again. “Have you ever . . . ?” He trailed off suggestively.
“Of course not.” I flushed. “I told you I’ve never felt like this about anyone before, not even close.”
“I know. It’s just that I know other people’s thoughts. I know love and lust don’t always keep the same company.”
“They do for me. Now, anyway, that they exist for me at all,” I sighed.
“That’s nice. We have that one thing in common, at least.” He sounded satisfied.
“Your human instincts . . . ,” I began. He waited. “Well, do you find me attractive, in that way, at all?”
He laughed and lightly rumpled my nearly dry hair.
“I may not be a human, but I am a man,” he assured me.
I yawned involuntarily.
“I’ve answered your questions, now you should sleep,” he insisted.
“I’m not sure if I can.”
“Do you want me to leave?”
“No!” I said too loudly.
He laughed, and then began to hum that same, unfamiliar lullaby; the voice of an archangel, soft in my ear.
More tired than I realized, exhausted from the long day of mental and emotional stress like I’d never felt before, I drifted to sleep in his cold arms.
15. THE CULLENS
THE MUTED LIGHT OF YET ANOTHER CLOUDY DAY eventually woke me. I lay with my arm across my eyes, groggy and dazed. Something, a dream trying to be remembered, struggled to break into my consciousness. I moaned and rolled on my side, hoping more sleep would come. And then the previous day flooded back into my awareness.
“Oh!” I sat up so fast it made my head spin.
“Your hair looks like a haystack . . . but I like it.” His unruffled voice came from the rocking chair in the corner.
“Edward! You stayed!” I rejoiced, and thoughtlessly threw myself across the room and into his lap. In the instant that my thoughts caught up with my actions, I froze, shocked by my own uncontrolled enthusiasm. I stared up at him, afraid that I had crossed the wrong line.
But he laughed.
“Of course,” he answered, startled, but seeming pleased by my reaction. His hands rubbed my back.
I laid my head cautiously against his shoulder, breathing in the smell of his skin.
“I was sure it was a dream.”
“You’re not that creative,” he scoffed.
“Charlie!” I remembered, thoughtlessly jumping up again and heading to the door.
“He left an hour ago — after reattaching your battery cables, I might add. I have to admit I was disappointed. Is that really all it would take to stop you, if you were determined to go?”
I deliberated where I stood, wanting to return to him badly, but afraid I might have morning breath.
“You’re not usually this confused in the morning,” he noted. He held his arms open for me to return. A nearly irresistible invitation.
“I need another human minute,” I admitted.
“I’ll wait.”
I skipped to the bathroom, my emotions unrecognizable. I didn’t know myself, inside or out. The face in the mirror was practically a stranger — eyes too bright, hectic spots of red across my cheekbones. After I brushed my teeth, I worked to straighten out the tangled chaos that was my hair. I splashed my face with cold water, and tried to breathe normally, with no noticeable success. I half-ran back to my room.
It seemed like a miracle that he was there, his arms still waiting for me. He reached out to me, and my heart thumped unsteadily.
“Welcome back,” he murmured, taking me into his arms.
He rocked me for a while in silence, until I noticed that his clothes were changed, his hair smooth.
“You left?” I accused, touching the collar of his fresh shirt.
“I could hardly leave in the clothes I came in — what would the neighbors think?”
I pouted.
/> “You were very deeply asleep; I didn’t miss anything.” His eyes gleamed. “The talking came earlier.”
I groaned. “What did you hear?”
His gold eyes grew very soft. “You said you loved me.”
“You knew that already,” I reminded him, ducking my head.
“It was nice to hear, just the same.”
I hid my face against his shoulder.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“You are my life now,” he answered simply.
There was nothing more to say for the moment. He rocked us back and forth as the room grew lighter.
“Breakfast time,” he said eventually, casually — to prove, I’m sure, that he remembered all my human frailties.
So I clutched my throat with both hands and stared at him with wide eyes. Shock crossed his face.
“Kidding!” I snickered. “And you said I couldn’t act!”
He frowned in disgust. “That wasn’t funny.”
“It was very funny, and you know it.” But I examined his gold eyes carefully, to make sure that I was forgiven. Apparently, I was.
“Shall I rephrase?” he asked. “Breakfast time for the human.”
“Oh, okay.”
He threw me over his stone shoulder, gently, but with a swiftness that left me breathless. I protested as he carried me easily down the stairs, but he ignored me. He sat me right side up on a chair.
The kitchen was bright, happy, seeming to absorb my mood.
“What’s for breakfast?” I asked pleasantly.
That threw him for a minute.
“Er, I’m not sure. What would you like?” His marble brow puckered.
I grinned, hopping up.
“That’s all right, I fend for myself pretty well. Watch me hunt.”
I found a bowl and a box of cereal. I could feel his eyes on me as I poured the milk and grabbed a spoon. I sat my food on the table, and then paused.
“Can I get you anything?” I asked, not wanting to be rude.
He rolled his eyes. “Just eat, Bella.”
I sat at the table, watching him as I took a bite. He was gazing at me, studying my every movement. It made me self-conscious. I cleared my mouth to speak, to distract him.
“What’s on the agenda for today?” I asked.
“Hmmm . . .” I watched him frame his answer carefully. “What would you say to meeting my family?”
I gulped.
“Are you afraid now?” He sounded hopeful.
“Yes,” I admitted; how could I deny it — he could see my eyes.
“Don’t worry.” He smirked. “I’ll protect you.”
“I’m not afraid of them,” I explained. “I’m afraid they won’t . . . like me. Won’t they be, well, surprised that you would bring someone . . . like me . . . home to meet them? Do they know that I know about them?”
“Oh, they already know everything. They’d taken bets yesterday, you know” — he smiled, but his voice was harsh — “on whether I’d bring you back, though why anyone would bet against Alice, I can’t imagine. At any rate, we don’t have secrets in the family. It’s not really feasible, what with my mind reading and Alice seeing the future and all that.”
“And Jasper making you feel all warm and fuzzy about spilling your guts, don’t forget that.”
“You paid attention,” he smiled approvingly.
“I’ve been known to do that every now and then.” I grimaced. “So did Alice see me coming?”
His reaction was strange. “Something like that,” he said uncomfortably, turning away so I couldn’t see his eyes. I stared at him curiously.
“Is that any good?” he asked, turning back to me abruptly and eyeing my breakfast with a teasing look on his face. “Honestly, it doesn’t look very appetizing.”
“Well, it’s no irritable grizzly . . . ,” I murmured, ignoring him when he glowered. I was still wondering why he responded that way when I mentioned Alice. I hurried through my cereal, speculating.
He stood in the middle of the kitchen, the statue of Adonis again, staring abstractedly out the back windows.
Then his eyes were back on me, and he smiled his heartbreaking smile.
“And you should introduce me to your father, too, I think.”
“He already knows you,” I reminded him.
“As your boyfriend, I mean.”
I stared at him with suspicion. “Why?”
“Isn’t that customary?” he asked innocently.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. My dating history gave me few reference points to work with. Not that any normal rules of dating applied here. “That’s not necessary, you know. I don’t expect you to . . . I mean, you don’t have to pretend for me.”
His smile was patient. “I’m not pretending.”
I pushed the remains of my cereal around the edges of the bowl, biting my lip.
“Are you going to tell Charlie I’m your boyfriend or not?” he demanded.
“Is that what you are?” I suppressed my internal cringing at the thought of Edward and Charlie and the word boyfriend all in the same room at the same time.
“It’s a loose interpretation of the word ‘boy,’ I’ll admit.”
“I was under the impression that you were something more, actually,” I confessed, looking at the table.
“Well, I don’t know if we need to give him all the gory details.” He reached across the table to lift my chin with a cold, gentle finger. “But he will need some explanation for why I’m around here so much. I don’t want Chief Swan getting a restraining order put on me.”
“Will you be?” I asked, suddenly anxious. “Will you really be here?”
“As long as you want me,” he assured me.
“I’ll always want you,” I warned him. “Forever.”
He walked slowly around the table, and, pausing a few feet away, he reached out to touch his fingertips to my cheek. His expression was unfathomable.
“Does that make you sad?” I asked.
He didn’t answer. He stared into my eyes for an immeasurable period of time.
“Are you finished?” he finally asked.
I jumped up. “Yes.”
“Get dressed — I’ll wait here.”
It was hard to decide what to wear. I doubted there were any etiquette books detailing how to dress when your vampire sweetheart takes you home to meet his vampire family. It was a relief to think the word to myself. I knew I shied away from it intentionally.
I ended up in my only skirt — long, khaki-colored, still casual. I put on the dark blue blouse he’d once complimented. A quick glance in the mirror told me my hair was entirely impossible, so I pulled it back into a ponytail.
“Okay.” I bounced down the stairs. “I’m decent.”
He was waiting at the foot of the stairs, closer than I’d thought, and I bounded right into him. He steadied me, holding me a careful distance away for a few seconds before suddenly pulling me closer.
“Wrong again,” he murmured in my ear. “You are utterly indecent — no one should look so tempting, it’s not fair.”
“Tempting how?” I asked. “I can change . . .”
He sighed, shaking his head. “You are so absurd.” He pressed his cool lips delicately to my forehead, and the room spun. The smell of his breath made it impossible to think.
“Shall I explain how you are tempting me?” he said. It was clearly a rhetorical question. His fingers traced slowly down my spine, his breath coming more quickly against my skin. My hands were limp on his chest, and I felt lightheaded again. He tilted his head slowly and touched his cool lips to mine for the second time, very carefully, parting them slightly.
And then I collapsed.
“Bella?” His voice was alarmed as he caught me and held me up.
“You . . . made . . . me . . . faint,” I accused him dizzily.
“What am I going to do with you?” he groaned in exasperation. “Yesterday I kiss you, and you attack me! Today you pass out
on me!”
I laughed weakly, letting his arms support me while my head spun.
“So much for being good at everything,” he sighed.
“That’s the problem.” I was still dizzy. “You’re too good. Far, far too good.”
“Do you feel sick?” he asked; he’d seen me like this before.
“No — that wasn’t the same kind of fainting at all. I don’t know what happened.” I shook my head apologetically. “I think I forgot to breathe.”
“I can’t take you anywhere like this.”
“I’m fine,” I insisted. “Your family is going to think I’m insane anyway, what’s the difference?”
He measured my expression for a moment. “I’m very partial to that color with your skin,” he offered unexpectedly. I flushed with pleasure, and looked away.
“Look, I’m trying really hard not to think about what I’m about to do, so can we go already?” I asked.
“And you’re worried, not because you’re headed to meet a houseful of vampires, but because you think those vampires won’t approve of you, correct?”
“That’s right,” I answered immediately, hiding my surprise at his casual use of the word.
He shook his head. “You’re incredible.”
I realized, as he drove my truck out of the main part of town, that I had no idea where he lived. We passed over the bridge at the Calawah River, the road winding northward, the houses flashing past us growing farther apart, getting bigger. And then we were past the other houses altogether, driving through misty forest. I was trying to decide whether to ask or be patient, when he turned abruptly onto an unpaved road. It was unmarked, barely visible among the ferns. The forest encroached on both sides, leaving the road ahead only discernible for a few meters as it twisted, serpentlike, around the ancient trees.
And then, after a few miles, there was some thinning of the woods, and we were suddenly in a small meadow, or was it actually a lawn? The gloom of the forest didn’t relent, though, for there were six primordial cedars that shaded an entire acre with their vast sweep of branches. The trees held their protecting shadow right up to the walls of the house that rose among them, making obsolete the deep porch that wrapped around the first story.
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