curiosity in his soft voice。
〃No more than usual。〃
He smiled wider； his teeth flashed in the sun。
I inched closer； stretched out my whole hand now to trace the contours of
his forearm with my fingertips。 I saw that my fingers trembled； and knew
it wouldn't escape his notice。
〃Do you mind？〃 I asked； for he had closed his eyes again。
〃No；〃 he said without opening his eyes。 〃You can't imagine how that
feels。〃 He sighed。
I lightly trailed my hand over the perfect muscles of his arm； followed
the faint pattern of bluish veins inside the crease at his elbow。 With my
other hand； I reached to turn his hand over。 Realizing what I wished； he
flipped his palm up in one of those blindingly fast； disconcerting
movements of his。 It startled me； my fingers froze on his arm for a brief
second。
〃Sorry；〃 he murmured。 I looked up in time to see his golden eyes close
again。 〃It's too easy to be myself with you。〃
I lifted his hand； turning it this way and that as I watched the sun
glitter on his palm。 I held it closer to my face； trying to see the
hidden facets in his skin。
〃Tell me what you're thinking；〃 he whispered。 I looked to see his eyes
watching me； suddenly intent。 〃It's still so strange for me； not knowing。〃
〃You know； the rest of us feel that way all the time。〃
〃It's a hard life。〃 Did I imagine the hint of regret in his tone？ 〃But
you didn't tell me。〃
〃I was wishing I could know what you were thinking…〃 I hesitated。
〃And？〃
〃I was wishing that I could believe that you were real。 And I was wishing
that I wasn't afraid。〃
〃I don't want you to be afraid。〃 His voice was just a soft murmur。 I
heard what he couldn't truthfully say； that I didn't need to be afraid；
that there was nothing to fear。
〃Well； that's not exactly the fear I meant； though that's certainly
something to think about。〃
So quickly that I missed his movement； he was half sitting； propped up on
his right arm； his left palm still in my hands。 His angel's face was only
a few inches from mine。 I might have — should have — flinched away from
his unexpected closeness； but I was unable to move。 His golden eyes
mesmerized me。
〃What are you afraid of； then？〃 he whispered intently。
But I couldn't answer。 As I had just that once before； I smelled his cool
breath in my face。 Sweet； delicious； the scent made my mouth water。 It
was unlike anything else。 Instinctively； unthinkingly； I leaned closer；
inhaling。
And he was gone； his hand ripped from mine。 In the time it took my eyes
to focus； he was twenty feet away； standing at the edge of the small
meadow； in the deep shade of a huge fir tree。 He stared at me； his eyes
dark in the shadows； his expression unreadable。
I could feel the hurt and shock on my face。 My empty hands stung。
〃I'm… sorry… Edward；〃 I whispered。 I knew he could hear。
〃Give me a moment；〃 he called； just loud enough for my less sensitive
ears。 I sat very still。
After ten incredibly long seconds； he walked back； slowly for him。 He
stopped； still several feet away； and sank gracefully to the ground；
crossing his legs。 His eyes never left mine。 He took two deep breaths；
and then smiled in apology。
〃I am so very sorry。〃 He hesitated。 〃Would you understand what I meant if
I said I was only human？〃
I nodded once； not quite able to smile at his joke。 Adrenaline pulsed
through my veins as the realization of danger slowly sank in。 He could
smell that from where he sat。 His smile turned mocking。
〃I'm the world's best predator； aren't I？ Everything about me invites you
in — my voice； my face； even my smell。 As if I need any of that！〃
Unexpectedly； he was on his feet； bounding away； instantly out of sight；
only to appear beneath the same tree as before； having circled the meadow
in half a second。
〃As if you could outrun me；〃 he laughed bitterly。
He reached up with one hand and； with a deafening crack； effortlessly
ripped a twofootthick branch from the trunk of the spruce。 He balanced
it in that hand for a moment； and then threw it with blinding speed；
shattering it against another huge tree； which shook and trembled at the
blow。
And he was in front of me again； standing two feet away； still as a stone。
〃As if you could fight me off；〃 he said gently。
I sat without moving； more frightened of him than I had ever been。 I'd
never seen him so pletely freed of that carefully cultivated facade。
He'd never been less human… or more beautiful。 Face ashen； eyes wide； I
sat like a bird locked in the eyes of a snake。
His lovely eyes seem to glow with rash excitement。 Then； as the seconds
passed； they dimmed。 His expression slowly folded into a mask of ancient
sadness。
〃Don't be afraid；〃 he murmured； his velvet voice unintentionally
seductive。 〃I promise…〃 He hesitated。 〃I swear not to hurt you。〃 He
seemed more concerned with convincing himself than me。
〃Don't be afraid；〃 he whispered again as he stepped closer； with
exaggerated slowness。 He sat sinuously； with deliberately unhurried
movements； till our faces were on the same level； just a foot apart。
〃Please forgive me；〃 he said formally。 〃I can control myself。 You caught
me off guard。 But I'm on my best behavior now。〃
He waited； but I still couldn't speak。
〃I'm not thirsty today； honestly。〃 He winked。
At that I had to laugh； though the sound was shaky and breathless。
〃Are you all right？〃 he asked tenderly； reaching out slowly； carefully；
to place his marble hand back in mine。
I looked at his smooth； cold hand； and then at his eyes。 They were soft；
repentant。 I looked back at his hand； and then deliberately returned to
tracing the lines in his hand with my fingertip。 I looked up and smiled
timidly。
His answering smile was dazzling。
〃So where were we； before I behaved so rudely？〃 he asked in the gentle
cadences of an earlier century。
〃I honestly can't remember。〃
He smiled； but his face was ashamed。 〃I think we were talking about why
you were afraid； besides the obvious reason。〃
〃Oh； right。〃
〃Well？〃
I looked down at his hand and doodled aimlessly across his smooth；
iridescent palm。 The seconds ticked by。
〃How easily frustrated I am；〃 he sighed。 I looked into his eyes； abruptly
grasping that this was every bit as new to him as it was to me。 As many
years of unfathomable experience as he had； this was hard for him； too。 I
took courage from that thought。
〃I was afraid… because； for； well； obvious reasons； I can't stay with
you。 And I'm afraid that I'd like to stay with you； much more than I
should。〃 I looked down at his hands as I spoke。 It was difficult for me
to say this aloud。
〃Yes；〃 he agreed slowly。 〃That is something to be afraid of； indeed。
Wanting to be with me。 That's really not in your best interest。〃
I frowned。
〃I should have left long ago；〃 he sighed。 〃I should leave now。 But I
don't know if I can。〃
〃I don't want you to leave；〃 I mumbled pathetically； staring down again。
〃Which is exactly why I should。 But don't worry。 I'm essentially a
selfish creature。 I crave your pany too much to do what I should。〃
〃I'm glad。〃
〃Don't be！〃 He withdrew his hand； more gently this time； his voice was
harsher than usual。 Harsh for him； still more beautiful than any human
voice。 It was hard to keep up — his sudden mood changes left me always a
step behind； dazed。
〃It's not only your pany I crave！ Never forget that。 Never forget I am
more dangerous to you than I am to anyone else。〃 He stopped； and I looked
to see him gazing unseeingly into the forest。
I thought for a moment。
〃I don't think I understand exactly what you mean — by that last part
anyway；〃 I said。
He looked back at me and smiled； his mood shifting yet again。
〃How do I explain？〃 he mused。 〃And without frightening you again… hmmmm。〃
Without seeming to think about it； he placed his hand back in mine； I
held it tightly in both of mine。 He looked at our hands。
〃That's amazingly pleasant； the warmth。〃 He sighed。
A moment passed as he assembled his thoughts。
〃You know how everyone enjoys different flavors？〃 he began。 〃Some people
love chocolate ice cream； others prefer strawberry？〃
I nodded。
〃Sorry about the food analogy — I couldn't think of another way to
explain。〃
I smiled。 He smiled ruefully back。
〃You see； every person smells different； has a different essence。 If you
locked an alcoholic in a room full of stale beer； he'd gladly drink it。
But he could resist； if he wished to； if he were a recovering alcoholic。
Now let's say you placed in that room a glass of hundredyearold brandy；
the rarest； finest cognac — and filled the room with its warm aroma — how
do you think he would fare then？〃
We sat silently； looking into each other's eyes — trying to read each
other's thoughts。
He broke the silence first。
〃Maybe that's not the right parison。 Maybe it would be too easy to
turn down the brandy。 Perhaps I should have made our alcoholic a heroin
addict instead。〃
〃So what you're saying is； I'm your brand of heroin？〃 I teased； trying to
lighten the mood。
He smiled swiftly； seeming to appreciate my effort。 〃Yes； you are exactly
my brand of heroin。〃
〃Does that happen often？〃 I asked。
He looked across the treetops； thinking through his response。
〃I spoke to my brothers about it。〃 He still stared into the distance。 〃To
Jasper； every one of you is much the same。 He's the most recent to join
our family。 It's a struggle for him to abstain at all。 He hasn't had time
to grow sensitive to the differences in smell； in flavor。〃 He glanced
swiftly at me； his expression apologetic。
〃Sorry；〃 he said。
〃I don't mind。 Please don't worry about offending me； or frightening me；
or whichever。 That's the way you think。 I can understand； or I can try to
at least。 Just explain however you can。〃
He took a deep breath and gazed at the sky again。
〃So Jasper wasn't sure if he'd ever e across someone who was as〃 — he
hesitated； looking for the right word — 〃appealing as you are to me。
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