y。 Instead； I went hunting。 The others were scheduled to hunt tomorrow； but I couldn t afford to be thirsty now。 I overdid it； drinking more than necessary； glutting myself again a small grouping of elk and one black bear I was lucky to stumble across this early in the year。 I was so full it was unfortable。 Why couldn t that be enough？ Why did her scent have to be so much stronger than anything else？
I had hunted in preparation for the next day； but； when I could hunt no more and the sun was still hours and hours from rising； I knew that the next day was not soon enough。 The jittery high swept through me again when I realized that I was going to go find the girl。 I argued with myself all the way back to Forks； but my less noble side won the argument； and I went ahead with my indefensible plan。 The monster was restless but wellfettered。 I knew I would keep a safe distance from her。 I only wanted to know where she was。 I just wanted to see her face。 It was past midnight； and Bella s house was dark and quiet。 Her truck was parked against the curb； her father s police cruiser in the driveway。 There were no conscious thoughts anywhere in the neighborhood。 I watched the house for a moment from the blackness of the forest that bordered it on the east。 The front door would probably be locked not a problem； except that I didn t want to leave a broken door as evidence behind me。 I decided to try the upstairs window first。 Not many people would bother installing a lock there。 I crossed the open yard and scaled the face of the house in half a second。 Dangling from the eave above the window by one hand； I looked through the glass； and my breath stopped。 It was her room。 I could see her in the one small bed； her covers on the floor and her sheets twisted around her legs。 As I watched； she twitched restlessly and threw one arm over her head。 She did not sleep soundly； at least not this night。 Did she sense the danger near her？ I was repulsed by myself as I watched her toss again。 How was I any better than some sick peeping tom？ I wasn t any better。 I was much； much worse。 I relaxed my fingertips； about to let myself drop。 long look at her face。 But first I allowed myself one It was not peaceful。 The little furrow was there between her eyebrows； the corners of her lips turned down。 Her lips trembled； and then parted。 Okay； Mom； she muttered。 Bella talked in her sleep。 Curiosity flared； overpowering selfdisgust。 The lure of those unprotected； unconsciously spoken thoughts was impossibly tempting。 I tried the window； and it was not locked； though it stuck due to long disuse。 I slid it slowly aside； cringing at each faint groan of the metal frame。 I would have to find some oil for next time Next time？ I shook my head； disgusted again。 I eased myself silently through the halfopened window。 Her room was small disorganized but not unclean。 There were books piled on the floor beside her bed； their spines facing away from me； and CDs scattered by her inexpensive CD player the one on top was just a clear jewel case。 Stacks of papers surrounded a puter that looked like it belonged in a museum dedicated to
obsolete technologies。 Shoes dotted the wooden floor。 I wanted very much to go read the titles of her books and CDs； but I d promised myself that I would keep my distance； instead； I went to sit the old rocking chair in the far corner of the room。 Had I really once thought her averagelooking？ I thought of that first day； and my disgust for the boys who were so immediately intrigued with her。 But when I remembered her face in their minds now； I could not understand why I had not found her beautiful immediately。 It seemed an obvious thing。 Right now with her dark hair tangled and wild around her pale face； wearing a threadbare tshirt full of holes with tatty sweatpants； her features relaxed in unconsciousness； her full lips slightly parted she took my breath away。 Or would have； I thought wryly； if I were breathing。 She did not speak。 Perhaps her dream had ended。 I stared at her face and tried to think of some way to make the future bearable。 Hurting her was not bearable。 again？ Did that mean my only choice was to try to leave The others could not argue with me now。 My absence would not put anyone in danger。 There would be no suspicion； nothing to link anyone s thoughts back to the accident。 I wavered as I had this afternoon； and nothing seemed possible。 I could not hope to rival the human boys； whether these specific boys appealed to her or not。 I was a monster。 How could she see me as anything else？ If she knew the truth about me； it would frighten and repulse her。 Like the intended victim in a horror movie； she would run away； shrieking in terror。 I remembered her first day in biology and knew that this was exactly the right reaction for her to have。 It was foolishness to imagine that if had I been the one to ask her to the silly dance； she would have cancelled her hastilymade plans and agreed to go with me。 I was not the one she was destined to say yes to。 It was someone else； someone human and warm。 And I could not even let myself someday； when that yes was said hunt him down and kill him； because she deserved him； whoever he was。 She deserved happiness and love with whomever she chose。 I owed it to her to do the right thing now； I could no longer pretend that I was only in danger of loving this girl。 After all； it really didn t matter if I left； because Bella could never see me the way I wished she would。 Never see me as someone worthy of love。 Never。 Could a dead； frozen heart break？ Edward； Bella said。 It felt like mine would。
I froze； staring at her unopened eyes。 Had she woken； caught me here？ clear She looked asleep； yet her voice had been so She sighed a quiet sigh； and then moved restlessly again； rolling to her side still fast asleep and dreaming。 Edward； she mumbled softly。 She was dreaming of me。 Could a dead； frozen heart beat again？ Stay； she sighed。 Don t go。 It felt like mine was about to。 Please don t go。 She wanted me to stay She was dreaming of me； and it wasn t even a nightmare。 with her； there in her dream。 I struggled to find words to name the feelings that flooded through me； but I had no words strong enough to hold them。 For a long moment； I drowned in them。 When I surfaced； I was not the same man I had been。 My life was an unending； unchanging midnight。 It must； by necessity； always be midnight for me。 So how was it possible that the sun was rising now； in the middle of my midnight？ At the time that I had bee a vampire； trading my soul and my mortality for immortality in the searing pain of transformation； I had truly been frozen。 My body had turned into something more like rock than flesh； enduring and unchanging。 My self； also； had frozen as it was my personality； my likes and my dislikes； my moods and my desires； all were fixed in place。 It was the same for the rest of them。 We were all frozen。 Living stone。 When change came for one of us； it was a rare and permanent thing。 I had seen it happen with Carlisle； and then a decade later with Rosalie。 Love had changed them in an eternal way； a way that never faded。 More than eighty years had passed since Carlisle had found Esme； and yet he still looked at her with the