What Were You Two Doing Last Night,

That Was The First Night I Dreamed Of Eward Cullen.

There’s Something… Strange About The Way You Two Are Together. The Way He Watches You — It’s So… Protective. Like He’s About To Throw Himself In Front Of A Bullet To Save You Or Something.

It Was Amazing How Instantaneously The Choking Fear Vanished, Amazing How Suddenly The Feeling Of Security Washed Over Me - Even Before I Was Off The Street - As Soon As I Heard His Voice.

His Voice Was Like Honey And Velvet. "death, That Hath Sucked The Honey Of Thy Breath, Hath Had No Power Yet Upon Thy Beauty," He Murmured, And I Recognized The Line Spoken By Romeo In The Tomb.

All The Lines That Held Me To My Life Were Sliced Apart In Swift Cuts, Like Clipping The Strings Of A Bunch Of Balloons. Everything That Made Me Who I Was - My Love For The Dead Girl Upstairs, My Love For My Father, My Loyalty To My New Pack, The Love For My Other Brothers, My Hatred For My Enemies, My Home, My Name, My Self - Disconnected From Me In That Second - Snip, Snip, Snip - And Floated Up Into Space.