A/n: Okay. I really was gonna leave it off at the end there with Edward giving up on the diary, but a lot of people have been asking for more and I thought it was rather fun to write. Also, would Edward actually just let something go? No! He wouldn't. Because he feels compelled to know everything. So… consider this a…Epilouge or something.
EPOV:
I watched Bella in her sleep for a moment with her blue journal still opened in my hands. Her breathing slipped back into a normal rhythmic pattern which happened when she was truly asleep. For many moments I was content just to watch her fluttering breathing, but then I felt the siren call of the journal in my hands.
I had sworn to her not to read it again. I had made a promise. To me a promise was a very important thing. Unlike the children of these days that threw the word around with no meaning, to me a promise was an oath. Although when I was a human we never said 'I promise.' We would always swear 'on our honor' and then we would be bound. To break such a thing was to loose ones honor. I wouldn't do such a thing. Especially not to Bella.
But the book looked so tempting. All of her thoughts that she never would say to me out loud were written in these pages. She could have more poetry in here. She had never shown me any poetry. I wondered if she was embarrassed by it. If I just skimmed through the book…
I hesitated. Bella's trust was an important thing to me. I could only imagine how hard it was for a human to trust a vampire in the first place…
The book could tell me so much though. All of those thoughtful moments she had that she never explained. I was tired of wondering how she thought of things. Her halfhearted explanations lacked so much.
My fingers opened the book without my willing them to do so. Testing my willpower I flipped through a few pages. I glanced at Bella sleeping still on the bed. One entry… I swore to myself. I'll only read one entry.
Sunday the thirteenth.
I suppose the day should have warned me. I mean, what can a girl expect on the 13th of anything. Thirteen is just a bad number. I got my period on the 13th when I was 13. I once had to get stitches on the 13th. (although that was my fault for even thinking that I could balance on a ledge)
Well…the day has been interesting. I got to meet Edward's family. They were… not what I was expecting. I suppose I had seen them before. I saw most of them in school, but it was different to actually meet them.
But it was kind of weird. I mean, was I meeting my 'boyfriend's' family? Boyfriend is not a term to describe Edward. I don't think we are 'dating' or 'seeing each other' or anything. Yet, there is clearly something going on between us. Yesterday in the meadow… well… how can I explain that? He held me as I slept. I know he feels something for me, something that is more than a thirst for my blood. But what can I describe it as? Perhaps I am clueless. I've never dated anyone and I am seventeen years old. I've never even really liked anyone. (except for in middle school but that was just a pathetic crush on a cute guy. He never would have gone out with someone like me)
Well, I met them all. Edward's family. I had sort of met Alice before. I think she likes me. It's rather confusing to interpret vampire's actions… Rosalie seems to either hate me or she doesn't care at all about me. I can't tell. She intimidates me though. I won't lie. Jasper didn't say much so I can't say much about him. Emmett seems like a bear. In multiple senses. Esme is lovely and I think she is a perfect mother. She glows almost, but that might just be because of her golden hair. Carlisle is…oh darn. I forgot the word I had to describe him. I'll remember later.
There was another sentence that was hard to read. The pencil had smeared and it was difficult to read. I skipped over it and headed to the next paragraph.
As odd as it is, I watched my 'boyfriend's' vampire family play baseball. His mother sat with me so I wouldn't feel lonely. I wasn't terribly lonely to be honest. I would have been fine, but I think they were almost as unsure to behave around me as I was around them. What a strange thing…
The speed of the game was incredible. I couldn't blink for fear of missing something important. For once watching sports was (dare I write it) entertaining. Whenever I was dragged along to watch Phil play a game, I was nearly half asleep. Renee loved it, but maybe that was because she loved Phil. I suppose the game was made even more interesting by the fact that Edward Cullen was playing. Perhaps I am more like my mother than I know…
Anyways, the game didn't last too long. It's hard to explain why. I wish I could write down everything I felt, but I really can't remember much clearly now. I just remember being so frightened. There were some vampires that were very different than the Cullens. With the Cullens I feel, maybe not comfortable, but at least not threatened. These three were very different. The look in Edward's eyes scared me. He looked so…
To sum it up, one of the vampires made me a target. It is some sort of sick game. Edward explained it to me. Basically he likes to chase around humans and make them terrified before he murders them. It's not for the thirst, but for the thrill of murder. If it was only me involved I think I would be less scared, but now I've gotten the entire Cullen family caught up in it. Charlie was in danger too. My smell apparently could lead James back to the house, so we made sure to make Charlie safe. I staged a tantrum of sorts. I used the same words my mother once threw at him. I was underhand and awful. There is no worse feeling. If I don't make it out alive he will always think I was unhappy living with him even though that is so far from the truth. My stay in Forks was undoubtedly the most important thing that has happened in my life. I don't regret moving there. I met Edward and I at least had Edward for a while. If I survive I am pretty sure I still will have Edward…
While I was at home I managed to grab this thing. I'm almost hoping that if I die someone will find it and show Charlie that I never really disliked Forks…
I don't want other people to know about the journal now. I'm writing in the bathroom so Alice and Jasper don't know. I know that Jasper can feel my emotions now, but my emotions have been so rollercoaster-like for the past 24 hours that I don't think he can tell much of a difference. Alice might have a vision of me writing, but I hope she is focusing on having more important visions. I can kind of tell she is having visions of me dying by the way she carefully talks about things with Jasper. I don't mind. I just hope this doesn't go on too much longer.
The journal entry ended. I wanted to flip the page to read more but I swore to myself to only read one more. Closing the book with a certain firmness, I slid the journal under her pillow. She turned her head slightly and I froze. When she didn't move again I felt relief. I had read one more entry without getting caught. I stroked her hair and watched her sleep for the rest of the night.