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Chapter 9: Edward

I kept moving around in the soft surface I laid on. I couldn't help, but open my eyes. Some light was coming from the open glass like windows. I looked at my surroundings, and I noticed I was no longer laying down on the couch, but on the soft bed.

I got up from the bed, but sat back down quickly. I took a couple of deep breaths trying to block memories from yesterday. Before I could do anything else, a tall marble figure stood in the doorway. I looked right at him, and shot out of the bed. The marble figure was so familiar and just so beautiful standing close by.

"You can seat back down if you want?" he suggested walking towards me. Edward, I remembered, was his name.

"I'm fine. Tired, but fine," I assured him. I felt awkward. He didn't know me and I didn't know him. He almost killed me yesterday but then protected me. But he was Dr. Cullen's son so I trusted him in a way. "How did I get on the bed?" I asked, trying to clear my head.

"I put you there last night. You looked uncomfortable on the couch," he answered. He walked to closer to the bed and sat down next to me.

"I thought you left," I reminded him. This time I looked at his eyes. The sudden change from black to caramel was strange. I thought it was contacts or maybe even I was the crazy one here.

"I did, but I came back to make sure you were alright," he added with the strangest tone which suggested pain and hurt. I analyzed his face. It was all true. He was so easy to read, but at the same time hard to understand.

I was feeling more and more comfortable with him around. I didn't know him but I didn't want him to leave. The feeling that was becoming part of me was scaring me. It was something I've never felt before. A feeling that was hunting and couldn't get away from it. How can a stranger like this have such a great affect on me? Not even Jacob could do this to me. I thought it was from the accident from the previous day. A connection could have been made that even I didn't understand completly.

I noticed he had gotten closer to me, and he was staring at me with his golden, caramel eyes. They were bringing me in so much, it was hard to look away. I felt an honest attraction. He was beautiful. I was strange to think this but he was. Every part of him was perfection.

"You don't have to leave. Don't feel uncomfortable, I know this is a strange situation to be in but I promise you that you're safe here," he assured. I believed him but now he seemed to want me to leave, to be away from him almost.

"I'll stay here for a bit. I want to clear my head if that's alright," I asked.

"Yes." He sighed, a sighed full of confusion and anger.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"You're so calm even after everything that has happened to you. Why aren't you scared or worried?" he demanded to know.

"I don't look at the past or future. I'm more of a present type of person. It seems dumb but it's true. That's just how I am," I calmly said. My answer seem to frustrate him but it was true.

He began to walk away, but I couldn't let him go. I didn't want to be alone.

"If it makes you feel better, I'll stay here and make myself miserable," I suggested hoping that the mood would change.

He smiled softly. "You would make yourself miserable just to please someone?"

"If I cared about that person. You saved my life yesterday. I'm never going to forget about that," I breathed. My asnwer was something I never thought I would say. He was a stranger but he had saved me yesterday. It really was something I would never forget about.

"I should have been there sooner. I could have stopped this from happening," he informed me placing his cold hand lightly on my cheek.

"I'm fine now, aren't I? It's not like anyone can tell when these things are going to happen. But dangerous stuff always seems to happen to me," I told him as I raised my arm showing him the damage he caused me.

"I'm very sorry about that. I didn't see you walking on the road. I didn't hit you but I didn't mean for this to happen to you. You really do get caught up in danger," he said. "I still blame myself."

"I'm fine now."

"You are," he said, unconvinced, not a question but a statement.

"Because of you," I tried to convince him.

"I'll be back. I'll go get you some of Esme's clothes and some breakfast," he told me. He took his hand off my face and walked away from me right out the room.

Carefully, I followed him behind the door. I entered a hallway, but lost Edward. He was long gone. I walked down the stairs calling his name, but nothing.

I kept wondering around the house until I found an open room that was merely empty. All except for a piano sitting in the middle of the room.

I walked over to it and sat on the stool placing my hands lightly on the keys. I've been playing the piano since I was six, but I have forgotten some as I got older. The room made me feel right at home. It was almost if I belong here. It was part of me, but not only me. I began to feel cold fingers lightly passing through my cheek.

I turned around slowly, but Edward wasn't there. He sat right next to me on the stool, moving quicker than I though possible. Even more impossible for any one.

"You play the piano?" I asked with wondrous eyes.

"For a long time now, I've written my own compositions," he explained. "It's something I love to do."

I couldn't help but continue to stare at him. I looked at his clothes, he wore very stylish and expensive clothes. A gray long sleeved shirt that was on right enough to noticed his muscular figure.

"I assume you know how to play the piano?" he asked me forcing me to forget and stare at his eyes.

I sighed. "My grandmother taught me. I've forgotten some stuff. I can probably play Jingle Bells, but that's about it."

He smiled an awkward crooked smile that seemed like he hadn't showed it in such a long time.

"I'm glad I amuse you but I was serious." I blushed looking away.

"I wasn't smiling at that. It was at this moment."

I frowned, not in dissapointment, but in confusion.

I turned back to look at him and he held out what seemed like a pile of clothes.

I walked right into one of the bathrooms down the hallway and change quickly trying not to make him wait. I did take a chance to look at myself in the mirror. I wore a red top with a black sweater on top and black jeans.

I left the bathroom but looked in the mirror in order to see the damaged that was left. There's wasn't any except for an opening on my lip and a small scar next to my eye. To me it didn't seem like much special after the incident, if anything, I seemed perfectly fine. I ran out of the bathroom and called out for Edward but no responce.

I walked into the room with the piano but he wasn't there. I headed back to the stairs and took steps quickly trying to find him. I ran back to his room. He was there.

"You should go," he whispered enough for me to hear from the door. He stoof next to the bed looking out the glass wall in the back. He didn't turn around.

"Are you okay?" I manage to say back but I could feel tension in the room, I was no longer welcomed.

He didn't respond. I waited a minute or two but nothing. I walked in the room and took my belongings from the bed ready to leave. I didn't want to cause problems, it wasn't my home.

As soon as I got to the door, I turned around. "I meant what I said earlier."

He jumped a bit as I spoke. He seemed shocked that I said anything. But was most surprising to be me was his reaction. He seemed to so unsure of what would happen next. He turned around and faced me.

"You saved my life and I'm never going to forget that." I took a deep breath. "Thank you," I whispered.

He politely nodded his head. I walked out of the room and out the house. I got in my car quickly and drove towards my house.

I tried hard not to think about the previous day but he kept coming up in head, not the accident, but him. His face, everything about him, the way he was so sweet one second but then so scared and secretive the next. Edward. I hoped I would see him again, that's all I wanted.