vision。 I thought I would be exempt from the… depression… that
acpanies a conscience。 Because I knew the thoughts of my prey； I could
pass over the innocent and pursue only the evil。 If I followed a murderer
down a dark alley where he stalked a young girl — if I saved her； then
surely I wasn't so terrible。〃
I shivered； imagining only too clearly what he described — the alley at
night； the frightened girl； the dark man behind her。 And Edward； Edward
as he hunted； terrible and glorious as a young god； unstoppable。 Would
she have been grateful； that girl； or more frightened than before？
〃But as time went on； I began to see the monster in my eyes。 I couldn't
escape the debt of so much human life taken； no matter how justified。 And
I went back to Carlisle and Esme。 They weled me back like the
prodigal。 It was more than I deserved。〃
We'd e to a stop in front of the last door in the hall。
〃My room；〃 he informed me； opening it and pulling me through。
His room faced south； with a wallsized window like the great room below。
The whole back side of the house must be glass。 His view looked down on
the winding Sol Duc River； across the untouched forest to the Olympic
Mountain range。 The mountains were much closer than I would have believed。
The western wall was pletely covered with shelf after shelf of CDs。
His room was better stocked than a music store。 In the corner was a
sophisticatedlooking sound system； the kind I was afraid to touch
because I'd be sure to break something。 There was no bed； only a wide and
inviting black leather sofa。 The floor was covered with a thick golden
carpet； and the walls were hung with heavy fabric in a slightly darker
shade。
〃Good acoustics？〃 I guessed。
He chuckled and nodded。
He picked up a remote and turned the stereo on。 It was quiet； but the
soft jazz number sounded like the band was in the room with us。 I went to
look at his mindboggling music collection。
〃How do you have these organized？〃 I asked； unable to find any rhyme or
reason to the titles。
He wasn't paying attention。
〃Ummm； by year； and then by personal preference within that frame；〃 he
said absently。
I turned； and he was looking at me with a peculiar expression in his eyes。
〃What？〃
〃I was prepared to feel… relieved。 Having you know about everything； not
needing to keep secrets from you。 But I didn't expect to feel more than
that。 I like it。 It makes me… happy。〃 He shrugged； smiling slightly。
〃I'm glad；〃 I said； smiling back。 I'd worried that he might regret
telling me these things。 It was good to know that wasn't the case。
But then； as his eyes dissected my expression； his smile faded and his
forehead creased。
〃You're still waiting for the running and the screaming； aren't you？〃 I
guessed。
A faint smile touched his lips； and he nodded。
〃I hate to burst your bubble； but you're really not as scary as you think
you are。 I don't find you scary at all； actually；〃 I lied casually。
He stopped； raising his eyebrows in blatant disbelief。 Then he flashed a
wide； wicked smile。
〃You really shouldn't have said that；〃 he chuckled。
He growled； a low sound in the back of his throat； his lips curled back
over his perfect teeth。 His body shifted suddenly； halfcrouched； tensed
like a lion about to pounce。
I backed away from him； glaring。
〃You wouldn't。〃
I didn't see him leap at me — it was much too fast。 I only found myself
suddenly airborne； and then we crashed onto the sofa； knocking it into
the wall。 All the while； his arms formed an iron cage of protection
around me — I was barely jostled。 But I still was gasping as I tried to
right myself。
He wasn't having that。 He curled me into a ball against his chest；
holding me more securely than iron chains。 I glared at him in alarm； but
he seemed well in control； his jaw relaxed as he grinned； his eyes bright
only with humor。
〃You were saying？〃 he growled playfully。
〃That you are a very； very terrifying monster；〃 I said； my sarcasm marred
a bit by my breathless voice。
〃Much better；〃 he approved。
〃Um。〃 I struggled。 〃Can I get up now？〃
He just laughed。
〃Can we e in？〃 a soft voice sounded from the hall。
I struggled to free myself； but Edward merely readjusted me so that I was
somewhat more conventionally seated on his lap。 I could see it was Alice；
then； and Jasper behind her in the doorway。 My cheeks burned； but Edward
seemed at ease。
〃Go ahead。〃 Edward was still chuckling quietly。
Alice seemed to find nothing unusual in our embrace； she walked — almost
danced； her movements were so graceful — to the center of the room； where
she folded herself sinuously onto the floor。 Jasper； however； paused at
the door； his expression a trifle shocked。 He stared at Edward's face；
and I wondered if he was tasting the atmosphere with his unusual
sensitivity。
〃It sounded like you were having Bella for lunch； and we came to see if
you would share；〃 Alice announced。
I stiffened for an instant； until I realized Edward was grinning —
whether at her ment or my response； I couldn't tell。
〃Sorry； I don't believe I have enough to spare；〃 he replied； his arms
holding me recklessly close。
〃Actually；〃 Jasper said； smiling despite himself as he walked into the
room； 〃Alice says there's going to be a real storm tonight； and Emmett
wants to play ball。 Are you game？〃
The words were all mon enough； but the context confused me。 I gathered
that Alice was a bit more reliable than the weatherman； though。
Edward's eyes lit up； but he hesitated。
〃Of course you should bring Bella；〃 Alice chirped。 I thought I saw Jasper
throw a quick glance at her。
〃Do you want to go？〃 Edward asked me； excited； his expression vivid。
〃Sure。〃 I couldn't disappoint such a face。 〃Um； where are we going？〃
〃We have to wait for thunder to play ball — you'll see why；〃 he promised。
〃Will I need an umbrella？〃
They all three laughed aloud。
〃Will she？〃 Jasper asked Alice。
〃No。〃 She was positive。 〃The storm will hit over town。 It should be dry
enough in the clearing。〃
〃Good； then。〃 The enthusiasm in Jasper's voice was catching； naturally。 I
found myself eager； rather than scared stiff。
〃Let's go see if Carlisle will e。〃 Alice bounded up and to the door in
a fashion that would break any ballerina's heart。
〃Like you don't know；〃 Jasper teased； and they were swiftly on their way。
Jasper managed to inconspicuously close the door behind them。
〃What will we be playing？〃 I demanded。
〃You will be watching；〃 Edward clarified。 〃We will be playing baseball。〃
I rolled my eyes。 〃Vampires like baseball？〃
〃It's the American pastime；〃 he said with mock solemnity。
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17。 THE GAME
It was just beginning to drizzle when Edward turned onto my street。 Up
until that moment； I'd had no doubt that he'd be staying with me while I
spent a few interim hours in the real world。
And then I saw the black car； a weathered Ford； parked in Charlie's
driveway — and heard Edward mutter something unintelligible in a low；
harsh voice。
Leaning away from the rain under the shallow front porch； Jacob Black
stood behind his father's wheelchair。 Billy's face was impassive as stone
as Edward parked my truck against the curb。 Jacob stared down； his
expression mortified。
Edward's low voice was furious。 〃This is crossing the line。〃
〃He came to warn Charlie？〃 I guessed； more horrified than angry。
Edward just nodded； answering Billy's gaze through the rain with narrowed
eyes。
I felt weak with relief that Charlie wasn't home yet。
〃Let me deal with this；〃 I suggested。 Edward's black glare made me
anxious。
To my surprise； he agreed。 〃That's probably best。 Be careful； though。 The
child has no idea。〃
I bridled a little at the word child。 〃Jacob is not that much younger
than I am；〃 I reminded him。
He looked at me then； his anger abruptly fading。 〃Oh； I know；〃 he assured
me with a grin。
I sighed and put my hand on the door handle。
〃Get them inside；〃 he instructed； 〃so I can leave。 I'll be back around
dusk。〃
〃Do you want my truck？〃 I offered； meanwhile wondering how I would
explain its absence to Charlie。
He rolled his eyes。 〃I could walk home faster than this truck moves。〃
〃You don't have to leave；〃 I said wistfully。
He smiled at my glum expression。 〃Actually； I do。 After you get rid of
them〃 — he threw a dark glance in the Blacks' direction — 〃you still have
to prepare Charlie to meet your new boyfriend。〃 He grinned widely；
showing all of his teeth。
I groaned。 〃Thanks a lot。〃
He smiled the crooked smile that I loved。 〃I'll be back soon；〃 he
promised。 His eyes flickered back to the porch； and then he leaned in to
swiftly kiss me just under the edge of my jaw。 My heart lurched
frantically； and I； too； glanced toward the porch。 Billy's face was no
longer impassive； and his hands clutched at the armrests of his chair。
〃Soon；〃 I stressed as I opened the door and stepped out into the rain。
I could feel his eyes on my back as I halfran through the light sprinkle
toward the porch。
〃Hey； Billy。 Hi； Jacob。〃 I greeted them as cheerfully as I could manage。
〃Charlie's gone for the day — I hope you haven't been waiting long。〃
〃Not long；〃 Billy said in a subdued tone。 His black eyes were piercing。
〃I just wanted to bring this up。〃 He indicated a brown paper sack resting
in his lap。
〃Thanks；〃 I said； though I had no idea what it could be。 〃Why don't you
e in for a minute and dry off？〃
I pretended to be oblivious to his intense scrutiny as I unlocked the
door； and waved them in ahead of me。
〃Here； let me take that；〃 I offered； turning to shut the door。 I allowed
myself one last glance at Edward。 He was waiting； perfectly still； his
eyes solemn。
〃You'll want to put it in the fridge；〃 Billy noted as he handed me the
package。 〃It's some of Harry Clearwater's homemade fish fry — Charlie's
favorite。 The fridge keeps it drier。〃 He shrugged。
〃Thanks；〃 I repeated