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Edwards POV when he visits Bella's room for the first time and hears her say his name in her sleep.

Hey guys this is my first fanfic ever and, yes, its a cliche storyline, I know, but please read and review :) Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to the amazing Stephenie Meyer.

1. Chapter 1

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I knew it was wrong. I knew I shouldn’t be tempting myself like this. But I had to see her. I had to see Bella. Everything about her drew me in. Her eyes, her face and her scent... everything. And most of all, the untapped, silent mystery of her thoughts. Of course, it was immoral of me to even consider sneaking into her room, especially without her knowledge, but I had to see her.

At the hospital, she had asked me why I had stopped the van from crushing her small, unbelievably frail form. At the time, the only thing running through my head was “Not her.”

If Bella had been crushed by that van, her blood would have spilt over the ground, and surely, I would have revealed to the humans my true nature.My family’s true nature. But that was not the reason I rushed to save her. I had no idea what the reasons behind my actions were.

My fingers fumbled on the ledge of the window; it had obviously not been open for some time. When it did open, the screech of wood on wood pierced the silent night. Stealthily, I climbed into Bella’s room.

Her scent was overwhelming. It enveloped me in the most torturous and excruciatingly painful way. The burn in the back of my throat flared into life, however, with much difficulty, I swallowed back the venom that rose in my mouth. It was everywhere. Her scent clung to every surface, every fabric, it hung in every single particle of the air. I embraced it. I would not let myself hurt Bella. I would try, with all my might, to overcome the potency of her blood. However, I was uncertain I would succeed.

My eyes scoured the room. It was so… Bella. That was the only possible way to describe the organized mess of her room. Several books lay strewn over her desk, and a layer of clothes carpeted the wooden floor panels, however, everything looked perfectly in place. I picked up the nearest novel. It was a dog-eared, well read copy of “Wuthering Heights”. I wrinkled my nose in distaste. I had always considered the tale a hate-story rather than a love-story.

The sound of her moist, warm, blood-pumping heart filled my ears. I turned my head toward the bed. She wore tatty, holey sweats and a blue tight fitting camisole. Her tangled hair framed her face, and the blankets which had fallen off her bed lay in a pile on the floor.

She was so beautiful.

She was so serene.

She was so breakable.

I could crush her skull with one squeeze of my hand. I could hurt her. I could kill her so easily… and without even trying. But I wouldn’t. I shook the thoughts from my mind and focused on her face. I listened to her slow, deep breaths and the steady beating of her heart. Again, the venom pooled in mouth.

I had to get out of there. I had to leave before I hurt her. Her blood was a sirens call. I would not succumb to its torturous song. I turned to the window.


The thrill that occurred whenever she said my name rushed through my body, but my eyes widened in shock. Damn! She had caught me! She probably thought I was some creepy stalker, which I suppose I was. Perhaps I could pass this off as some deranged dream. I turned in shame to face her.

Bella’s eyes were still closed, and she was lying on her back, her face as calm as ever, not wide eyed and terrified as I had expected. I was confused.

“Mmm… Edward,” she moaned, and turned over on her side.

She was asleep.

Bella talked in her sleep.

And she was dreaming about me.

My dormant heart swelled with pride. Bella was dreaming about me.

I rushed to the foot of her bed, eager to hear her unconscious thoughts. Maybe now, I would finally be able to listen to her mind! I would actually be able to hear the thoughts of the girl who had fascinated me with her silent mind for the past few weeks.

“I don’t have a concussion! .... Traitor,” She grumbled.

I smiled. Bella was so stubborn. She was mad at me for telling the ambulance she had hit her head, and probably embarrassed that the men had strapped her to a gurney and rushed her off to hospital while I had been able to walk in through the doors without any medical assistance.


A shock wave rippled through me. I would never get tired of hearing her say my name, especially as she was saying it in her sleep.

Bella giggled. The sound was like the chiming of bells. It was beautiful. I couldn’t help smiling.

“Ah, Edward,” she breathed.

In that instant, I knew why I stopped the van from crushing her. Not because I would have revealed the truth about my family, had her blood been spilled, not only because I didn’t want her to be hurt, but because I knew, deep down inside me, I could not live without her.

In that instant, I knew the pain of losing her would cripple my being. I knew that should anything happen to Bella, I would not be able to go on in my… existence. I knew that Bella was my life.

I knew, in that instant, that I was in love with Isabella Swan.

I leant down and brushed her cheek with the back of my hand. I tucked a stray strand of mahogany hair behind her ear.

“I love you Bella,” I whispered.

“Mmm…” She sighed contentedly.