I killed her! I killed an innocent girl! I killed her! Yet it was as though she had put me under some sort of spell. Her blood had called to me and it sang within my veins. It had felt like heaven at the time, but now I felt I was a disgrace - I had killed her. At the same time I couldn't help but wounder, did she want me to kill her? My gut said no, not exactly, but she had forgiven me, she had given me permission, she had accepted fate and soothed me. Who was she? Where did she come from? What did she mean? I reviewed the events,

I had heard the devilish thoughts of a human monster and followed him as he stocked the small brunette. Her delicate features mingled in his mind with the others of his past victims - it made me sick! I tried to hear the girls thought, but was instead met by a strange and annoying void. It infuriated me, but also caught my interest. As much as I hated to dive deeper than necessary into the evil mans brain, I wanted to see her. So I tried again. This time I noticed she was wearing a beautiful, but casual blue dress, that complemented her pale skin tone and showed of her curves - which the man called Duke was intently staring at. The dress itself showed she was not rich, nor was she poor. It was slightly professional, slightly sexy and yet far from inappropriate. Wait, did I just mentally call her sexy?! I discarded the thought. As for foot wear, she wore nice black flats instead of high heals - I respected that. I could see her hips were slightly swaying with each step as if she were tempting the man behind her and every once and a while she would stumble forward as if she were intoxicated...or maybe she was just extremely clumsy. Though it would make sense if she were drunk or drugged considering the place she was in and heading deep into. So why did I get the distinct feeling she knew where she was going, what she was doing and that she was tempting the man behind her purposefully, so he would go after her? Perhaps it was the intelligent and graceful way she held herself or the confident way she walked and swung her hips. Maybe it was the way she dressed even, but there was just something about her that made me think she wanted the bad man to follow. Even as I questioned that theory, my gut told me I was corrected. I don't think she wanted to die and she wasn't a slut either, but I just couldn't figure out why she was doing this - the reason was above my knowledge. I don't know how, but I knew that she was special, she was innocent, she was like an angel and I swear she was sacrificing herself. Yes, she was! I saw a familiar blond haired female that I instantly recognized as Rosalie Hale in a recent memory of this foul Duke guy. He had planned on taking Rose, but then Isabella had popped up in front of him and started flirting. He missed the few fearful glances she shot at Rose, but I didn't. Now the main question was, how had she known he was going to go after Rose? That one wasn't answered, but his memory quickly continued, Isabella had left and he'd followed her instead of Rose. He was laughing to himself saying she was practically begging for it and that it was all because how hansom he was - hah, yeah right! The guy angered me further! I'd never been this angry or protective and hating, but this young Isabella had already found a soft spot in my heart. She would not die tonight!

That's what I'd thought anyways...

She turned into a dead end and before she could turn around, the man showed himself. I had to save her! I couldn't be to late! Though I would be forced to break the law and reveal myself, I would save her! I attacked the man called Duke, draining his blood and filling him with my venom as he slowly died - I wanted him to be in pain! I glared at him and the monster that was myself glared back within his wide horrified eyes. For once I didn't care if I was a monster, he had threatened my Isabella! My Isabella? I turned to face Isabella, dropping the now dead predator and licking the blood that dribbled down my chin. I expected to see terror, hatred, fear, - I expected her to be thoroughly repulsed at least and I expected to see the monster in me reflecting of her gorgeous eyes, but nothing prepared me for what I did see.

I found myself staring into the most beautiful warm and sweet chocolate brown orbs, the creature they reflected was strong, stable, just, compassionate and...good, he was a savor, a hero, a soulful person - like Carlisle. That couldn't be me, it'd never been me before, so why did I see that reflecting in her beautiful fawn colored eyes instead? The emotions they portrayed were anything, but terror, hate and anger or fear. There was sadness, compassion, understanding, fascination, admiration, joy, excitement and...love? Love? Love? Love? Love? I could of drowned in here glorious gaze, but her eyes gently closed. She smiled a devilish smile, but there was a sad underside to it.

"Hold your breath Edward,"Her beautiful soft bell like voice sang and I absolutely loved the way it caressed my name! It all excited me. I looked her over. She had a delicate form, with a fragile grace to all of it. Tiny feet and toes, short slender legs, medium sized hip, petite waste, gentle curves, decent breast area, delicate, beautiful, fragile, graceful and bony shoulders and collar bone, decent neck, heart shaped face surrounded by dark machogong curls. Her skin was oddly pale, almost translucent and absolutely beautiful - silk over glass. Everything about her screamed breakable and beauty. Then there was her plump pink lips, begging me to kiss them, thick delicate brown lashes, smooth perfect eye brawls and gorgeous blush. Her smirk grew as if she knew what I was doing. "Your not a monster Edward,"She smiled,"I don't approve of killing, but it is justified. Those murders, criminals and rapist could change one day, whether they do or not they could and that is why they deserve life, because they could change, they could be good. Your the same. I do not see you as bad, not at all, but I'd rather you rejoin Carlisle and Esme. It's better for you."She took a breath"One more thing, remember this Edward, your dangerous, not bad, not evil and defiantly not a monster and you can always be good. Good Bye Edward."

My thoughts had been racing and still were, but one thing was for sure, I didn't want to say bye! She hadn't moved and as soon as inhaled I knew why - she wasn't leaving, not like I'd originally thought anyway, she was her life was ending! I'd been so against yet the monster still took over and I leaped for her. Worse, with unrealistic human speed she stretched her neck out to the side, making it easier for me to sink of my fangs into! I loved the feel of my teeth cutting through the thin silk of her skin and sinking in deep. Even better, the electricity that shot through me as my cold hard marble skin touched the soothing warm silk of hers. Best, was the sweet nectar of her life's blood extinguishing the flames in my throat and filling me with life, energy, strength and power. Her head rested on my shoulder, lips next to my ear, as I drank from her. I clutched her breakable form ruffly, pulling it towards my mouth, pulling it towards me. I pressed her small body into mine, melding it to me, till I heard a wrenched cracking sound and felt her go limp in my grasp, limp into me, but that hardly stop. Guilt began to pass through me, but as I began to pull away, Isabella some how managed to grab me and pull herself to me, she refused to budge and my will was to weak to fight much. Her hand went to my messy bronze hair and began soothingly combing through it - thoroughly distracting me from my guilt and reminding me of all the pleasure. To add to this her voice constantly whispered in my ear stuff like it's okay, Edward, keep going, I'm fine, I love you, your okay, your good, your not a monster, I forgive you, I understand and you have permission, soothing me like a lullaby, though I hardly noticed what she was saying at the time.

Her aroma intoxicated me and whisked me away to a heavenly place. Her taste satisfied and filled me as it soothed the burn, healed the scars and energized me - it was so sweet! It was the best thing in the world! And then there was the music, the call and her soothing voice. I loved the sound of her heart, her breath, her voice and her singing blood. I loved how her heart raced and sped and how her breath became shaky and fast, but in this instance it was wrong. I loved the feel of her hands tangling in my hair, her body on mine - though that was also wrong at the moment - her skin between my teeth, her blood flowing through me and soothing my burns. I was in heaven, or at least the closes to heaven I'd ever be and then as she was nearly dried I realized what I'd done and pulled off her, holding her limp body in front of me! Her hands now limp, she had become silent, her heart faint and desperate, her breath nearly non-exstiant, yet then she spoke in a voice so sweet, so strong and yet so serous and sever"This is my gift to you, Edward, you are cured of the fire of thirst, but you still must feed to keep up your strength. Please return to Carlisle for me and don't feel guilty, Edward. I gave myself to you, I saw something I could give and I gave it, now I am content. I love you and forgive you, it's not your fault,"As she said this her heart picked up and beat strong - strong for me. Same with her breathing. Her eyes connected with mine and I saw the glorious creature I was not reflect back at me. I had broken this sweet innocent giving and self sacrifice angel, I broke her and I could see the pain and turmoil underneath all the love and admiration, I could see the sacrifice, the pain I caused in turn for her gift! Suddenly her hand shot up to my cheek and gently pet it"You are the creature you see reflected in my eyes, that is you, Edward. I am not broken, not at all, besides, their are worse ways to die"She whispered the last part and there was a bit of fear though she tried to hide it, just like the pain, but her eyes revealed it all - good and bad. She spoke as though she had died before, maybe more than once and in a much more painful way. That infuriated me and dread and horror filled me at the mere thought of harm coming to her.

"Shh, shh, Edward, it's okay,"She soothed and I realized I was growling - I stopped. She brang her face closer to me and I leaned down to meet her lips, which I tenderly kissed and the sensation was amazingly soothing, peaceful, warm and soft. When she pulled away, her eyes were sparkling with love, adoration and tears of joy and sadness, no more pain."Till we meet again my dear Edward, you have captured my heart."And then she faded with a faint glimmer, into nothing, but air, like a ghost!

Now...

I had been horrified and disturbed with myself after her...passing, but as I replayed all that had happened in my head, her words set me free. No, I wasn't happy that I'd killed her, not at all, but her words of...forgiveness seemed to lift the burden from my shoulders and even better, her last words gave me...hope. I had no idea how I'd see her again, but she said I would and I couldn't help, but believe her. Before seeing her, I was sure my heart was dead, but now, I knew it wasn't and she would carry it with her - till we meet again. I would see her again! With that I set of to find my parents as she had told me to, replaying the her strong truthful loving words and gentle soft silky lips as I went. I couldn't wait to feel them again!