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this　room　full　of　victims；　victims　that　maybe　didn　t　have　to　be　victims。　could　resist　for　one　short　hour。　If　I　It　was　an　unfortable　feeling；　not　breathing。　My　body　did　not　need　oxygen；　but　it　went　against　my　instincts。　I　relied　on　scent　more　than　my　other　senses　in　times　of　stress。　It　led　the　way　in　the　hunt；　it　was　the　first　warning　in　case　of　danger。　I　did　not　often　came　across　something　as　dangerous　as　I　was；　but　selfpreservation　was　just　as　strong　in　my　kind　as　it　was　in　the　average　human。　Unfortable；　but　manageable。　More　bearable　than　smelling　her　and　not　sinking　my　teeth　through　that　fine；　thin；　seethrough　skin　to　the　hot；　wet；　pulsing　An　hour！　Just　one　hour。　I　must　not　think　of　the　scent；　the　taste。　The　silent　girl　kept　her　hair　between　us；　leaning　forward　so　that　it　spilled　across　her　folder。　I　couldn　t　see　her　face；　to　try　to　read　the　emotions　in　her　clear；　deep　eyes。　Was　this　why　she　d　let　her　tresses　fan　out　between　us？　To　hide　those　eyes　from　me？　Out　of　fear？　Shyness？　To　keep　her　secrets　from　me？　My　former　irritation　at　being　stymied　by　her　soundless　thoughts　was　weak　and　pale　in　parison　to　the　need　and　the　hate　that　possessed　me　now。　For　I　hated　this　frail　womanchild　beside　me；　hated　her　with　all　the　fervor　with　which　I　clung　to　my　former　self；　my　love　of　my　family；　my　dreams　of　being　something　better　than　what　I　was　Hating　her；　hating　how　she　made　me　feel　it　helped　a　little。　Yes；　the　irritation　I　d　felt　before　was　weak；　but　it；　too；　helped　a　little。　I　clung　to　any　emotion　that　distracted　me　from　imagining　what　she　would　taste　like　Hate　and　irritation。　Impatience。　Would　the　hour　never　pass？　And　I　would　do　And　when　the　hour　ended　what？　I　could　introduce　myself。　your　next　class？　Then　she　would　walk　out　of　this　room。　Hello；　my　name　is　Edward　Cullen。　May　I　walk　you　to　She　would　say　yes。　It　would　be　the　polite　thing　to　do。　Even　already　fearing　me；　as　I　suspected　she　did；　she　would　follow　convention　and　walk　beside　me。　It　should　be　easy　enough　to　lead　her　in　the　wrong　direction。　A　spur　of　the　forest　reached　out　like　a　finger　to　touch　the　back　corner　of　the　parking　lot。　I　could　tell　her　I　d　forgotten　a　book　in　my　car　Would　anyone　notice　that　I　was　the　last　person　she　d　been　seen　with？　It　was　raining；　as　usual；　two　dark　raincoats　heading　the　wrong　direction　wouldn　t　pique　too　much　interest；　or　give　me　away。　Except　that　I　was　not　the　only　student　who　was　aware　of　her　today　though　no　one　was　as　blisteringly　aware　as　I　was。　Mike　Newton；　in　particular；　was　conscious　of　every　shift　in　her　weight　as　she　fidgeted　in　her　chair　she　was　unfortable　so　close　to　me；　just　as　anyone　would　be；　just　as　I　d　expected　before　her　scent　had　destroyed　all　charitable　concern。　Mike　Newton　would　notice　if　she　left　the　classroom　with　me。　If　I　could　last　an　hour；　could　I　last　two？

I　flinched　at　the　pain　of　the　burning。　She　would　go　home　to　his　house；　as　I　knew　against　thick　woods；　which　she　would　not；　an　empty　house。　Police　Chief　Swan　worked　a　full　day。　I　knew　every　house　in　the　tiny　town。　His　home　was　nestled　right　up　with　no　close　neighbors。　Even　if　she　had　time　to　scream；　there　would　be　no　one　to　hear。　That　would　be　the　responsible　way　to　deal　with　this。　I　d　gone　seven　decades　without　human　blood。　If　I　held　my　breath；　I　could　last　two　hours。　And　when　I　had　her　alone；　there　would　be　no　chance　of　anyone　else　getting　hurt。　And　no　reason　to　rush　through　the　experience；　the　monster　in　my　head　agreed。　It　was　sophistry　to　think　that　by　saving　the　nieen　humans　in　this　room　with　effort　and　patience；　I　would　be　less　a　monster　when　I　killed　this　innocent　girl。　Though　I　hated　her；　I　knew　my　hatred　was　unjust。　I　knew　that　what　I　really　hated　was　myself。　And　I　would　hate　us　both　so　much　more　when　she　was　dead。　I　made　it　through　the　hour　in　this　way　imagining　the　best　ways　to　kill　her。　I　tried　to　avoid　imagining　the　actual　act。　That　might　be　too　much　for　me；　I　might　lose　this　battle　and　end　up　killing　everyone　in　sight。　So　I　planned　strategy；　and　nothing　more。　It　carried　me　through　the　hour。　Once；　toward　the　I　could　feel　the　reflection　of　it　hide　in　her　hair　again；　and　I　was　very　end；　she　peeked　up　at　me　through　the　fluid　wall　of　her　hair。　unjustified　hatred　burning　out　of　me　as　I　met　her　gaze　see　the　in　her　frightened　eyes。　Blood　painted　her　cheek　before　she　could　nearly　undone。　But　the　bell　rang。　Saved　by　the　bell　how　clich　。　We　were　both　saved。　She；　saved　from　death。　I；　saved　for　just　a　short　time　from　being　the　nightmarish　creature　I　feared　and　loathed。　I　couldn　t　walk　as　slowly　as　I　should　as　I　darted　from　the　room。　If　anyone　had　been　looking　at　me；　they　might　have　suspected　that　there　was　something　not　right　about　the　way　I　moved。　No　one　was　paying　attention　to　me。　All　human　thoughts　still　swirled　around　the　girl　who　was　condemned　to　die　in　little　more　than　an　hour　s　time。　I　hid　in　my　car。　I　didn　t　like　to　think　of　myself　having　to　hide。　it　was　unquestionably　the　case　now。　How　cowardly　that　sounded。　But　I　didn　t　have　enough　discipline　left　to　be　around　humans　now。　Focusing　so　much　of　my　efforts　on　not　killing　one　of　them　left　me　no　resources　to　resist　the　others。　What　a　waste　that　would　be。　If　I　were　to　give　in　to　the　monster；　I　might　as　well　make　it　worth　the　defeat。　I　played　a　CD　of　music　that　usually　calmed　me；　but　it　did　little　for　me　now。　No；　what　helped　most　now　was　the　cool；　wet；　clean　air　that　drifted　with　the　light　rain　through　my　open　windows。　Though　I　could　remember　the　scent　of　Bella　Swan　s　blood　with　perfect　clarity；　inhaling　the　clean　air　was　like　washing　out　the　inside　of　my　body　from　its　infection。　I　was　sane　again。　I　could　think　again。　against　what　I　didn　t　want　to　be。　And　I　could　fight　again。　I　could　fight

I　didn　t　have　to　go　to　her　home。　I　didn　t　have　to　kill　her。　Obviously；　I　was　a　rational；　thinking　creature；　and　I　had　a　choice。　There　was　always　a　choice。　It　hadn　t　felt　that　way　in　the　classroom　but　I　was　away　from　her　now。　Perhaps；　if　I　avoided　her　very；　very　carefully；　there　was　no　need　for　my　life　to　change。　I　had　things　ordered　the　way　I　liked　them　now。　Why　should　I　let　some　aggravating　and　delicious　nobody　ruin　that？　I　didn　t　have　to　disappoint　my　father。　I　didn　t　have　to　cause　my　mother　stress；　worry　pain。　Yes；　it　would　hurt　my　adopted　mother；　too。　And　Esme　was　so　gentle；　so　tender　and　soft。　Causing　someone　like　Esme　pain　was　truly　inexcusable。　How　ironic　that　I　d　wanted　to　protect　this　human　girl　from　the　paltry；　toothless　threat　of　Jessica　Stanley　s　snide　thoughts。　I　was　the　last　person　who　would　ever　stand　as　a　protector　for　Isabella　Swan。　She　would　never　need　protection　from　anything　more　than　she　needed　it　from　me。　Where　was　Alice；　I　suddenly　wondered？　Hadn　t　she　seen　me　killing　the　Swan　girl　in　a　multitude　of　ways？　Why　hadn　t　she　e　to　help　to　stop　me　or　help　me　clean　up　the　evidence；　whichever？　Was　she　so　absorbed　with　watching　for　trouble　with　Jasper　that　she　d　missed　this　much　more　horrific　possibility？　Was　I　stronger　than　I　thought？　Would　I　really　not　have　done　anything　to　the　girl？　No。　I　knew　that　wasn　t　true。　Alice　must　be　concentrating　on　Jasper　very　hard。　I　searched　in　the　direction　I　knew　she　would　be；　in　the　small　building　used　for　English　classes。　It　did　not　take　me　long　to　locate　her　familiar　voice。　And　I　was　right。　Her　every　thought　was　turned　to　Jasper；　watching　his　small　choices　with　minute　scrutiny。　I　wished　I　could　ask　her　advice；　but　at　the　same　time；　I　was　glad　she　didn　t　know　what　I　was　capable　of。　That　she　was　unaware　of　the　massacre　I　had　considered　in　the　last　hour。　I　felt　a　new　burn　through　my　body　the　burn　of　shame。　know。　I　didn　t　want　any　of　them　to　If　I　could　avoid　Bella　Swan；　if　I　could　manage　not　to　kill　her　even　as　I　thought　that；　the　monster　writhed　and　gnashed　his　teeth　in　frustration　then　no　one　would　have　to　know。　If　I　could　keep　away　from　her　scent　There　was　no　reason　why　I　shouldn　t　try；　at　least。　what　Carlisle　thought　I　was。　The　last　hour　of　school　was　almost　over。　I　decided　to　put　my　new　plan　into　action　at　once。　Better　than　sitting　here　in　the　parking　lot　where　she　might　pass　me　and　ruin　my　attempt。　Again；　I　felt　the　unjust　hatred　for　the　girl。　I　hated　that　she　had　this　unconscious　power　over　me。　That　she　could　make　me　be　something　I　reviled。　I　walked　swiftly　a　little　too　swiftly；　but　there　were　no　witnesses　across　the　tiny　campus　to　the　office。　There　was　no　reason　for　Bella　Swan　to　cross　paths　with　me。　She　would　be　avoided　like　the　plague　she　was。　The　office　was　empty　except　for　the　secretary；　the　one　I　wanted　to　see。　She　didn　t　notice　my　silent　entrance。　Make　a　good　choice。　Try　to　be

Mrs。　Cope？　The　woman　with　the　unnaturally　red　hair　looked　up　and　her　eyes　widened。　It　always　caught　them　off　guard；　the　little　markers　they　didn　t　understand；　no　matter　how　many　times　they　d　seen　one　of　us　before。　Oh；　she　gasped；　a　little　flustered。　She　smoothed　her　shirt。　Silly；　she　thought　to　herself。　He　s　almost　young　enough　to　be　my　son。　Too　young　to　think　of　that　way　Hello；　Edward。　glasses。　What　can　I　do　for　you？　Her　eyelashes　fluttered　behind　her　thick　Unfortable。　But　I　knew　how　to　be　charming　when　I　wanted　to　be。　It　was　easy；　since　I　was　able　to　know　instantly　how　any　tone　or　gesture　was　taken。　I　leaned　forward；　meeting　her　gaze　as　if　I　were　staring　deeply　into　her　depthless；　small　brown　eyes。