Stolen Heart

"She holds my gaze for long enough, for me to feel like I'm gonna lose it"

"Hello Bella. My name is Carlisle Cullen."

"I know. I mean, I know what you are."

We were silent for several moments, as Carlisle surveyed the situation. We stabbed each other with our penetrating gazes. Finally Carlisle spoke.

"You, You do?"

"Yes. I do. And you simply have to understand that I cannot, under any circumstances talk to you. Let alone be with you!" I replied, feebly trying to find my feet. I tried my best dislodge myself from the far too comfortable couch, desperately failing. He gently, but firmly, pressed me back down into the couch. My body didn't complain, whereas my mind screamed.

"Why?" He murmured. I just shook my head. Enough had been said for Jacob to punch me at least fifty times over.

He opened his mouth to press me further, but immediately shut it; his glance had been distracted and was now looking past my shoulder.

"Edward, I told you not to come in."

"I had to Carlisle, I just had to." Carlisle sighed profoundly. Suddenly, Edward was kneeling in front of me, in a unnoticed glide.

"How are you feeling?" He murmured, so softly, my ears could barely pick up the sound from his unmoved lips.

"Amazing." The sarcasm heavily weighed down my tone. I looked up for the first time, and I swear my heart stopped beating. I'd never seen his face properly before; I'd never dared to look. But now I wished I had. The remorse punched me solidly in the stomach. His eyes were so piercing, so inviting, but had apparently tightened due to my response. His cheeks were totally flawless. You could see the delicious muscles, outlined from his tight sweater. How could I have missed a face of such perfection? He was unreal. I refocused to his mesmerising voice of velvet.

"If there is anything I can do?" I wanted to slap myself. I am incredibly fortunate that Jake can't read my mind, or I'd be in deep shit. Snap out of it Bella, my mind screeched.

"Yes there is actually!" His face lit up. "Let me go home." It hardened again. Before he could reply, there was a slam of the door as someone walked in. A big gust of wind came in my direction, blowing a few strands of bloody hair around my face. Edward's expression shifted from alluring, to a blood-thirsty monster.

"Edward, get out of here now!" Carlisle cautioned, worry thick in his voice. Edward began to edge away, but you could see his body's reluctance, yanking in the other way, desperately trying to reach its pray.

Me.

Consternation tore through my body eagerly. I shuffled back as far as the sofa allow. The misjudging person who had walked in was the bulky one, most likely Emmett.

"Emmett help?" Pleaded Carlisle.

"Jesus Christ, Who do you think I am? A bloody ferry?" He grumbled with obvious exasperation. He began to pull a very crazed Edward from the room. Just before the door closed behind them, Edward looked directly at me and mouthed,

"Sorry."

This tiny action warmed my heart just that little bit.

EPOV.

What have I done? What a depressing first impression. She must surely hate me, I mean; I did kind of try to kill her. I was perched on the porch; the wind was whipping harshly at my face. At least she already knew what we were. It saved me or any of the others having to tell her. But the question that lingered in my assiduous mind was how did she know? The only seemingly possible solution was Jacob Black, she'd mentioned him earlier. No wonder she seemed anxious of us, he must have told her the inferior facts about us. He was a wolf after all. But to be fair, there are no good things about us. We're soulless killers, nothing can change that. So everything that comes out of that wolf's 'articulate' mouth was disturbingly correct. And that is why, without a single doubt, Bella Swan must stay away from us.