I could see how easy it would be to fall into loving Bella. It would be exactly like falling: effortless. Not letting myself love her was the opposite of falling—it was pulling myself up a cliff-face, hand over hand, the task as grueling as if I had no more than mortal strength.

Too young,too young,she chanted to herself. Wrong,of course. I was older than her grandfather but according to my driver's license,she was right.

Bella: "Should I be afraid?" Edward: "Terrified."

love gave someone the power to break you. I'd been broken beyond repair.

Dream happy dreams. You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. It will always be yours. Sleep,my only love.

Now, we'll have to hang out here until we're sure Jared's really gone and can't catch us." He grinned conspiratorially. "Then we'll have some fun!" I remembered that his idea of fun was usually along the lines of an armed standoff.

Like a stalker. An obsessed stalker. An obsessed, vampire stalker