There was no reason for Bella Swan to cross paths with me. She would be avoided like the plague she was.

I was a vampire, and she had the sweetest blood I’d smelled in eighty years.

Isn't it supposed to be like this?" He smiled. "The glory of first love, and all that. It's incredible, isn't it, the difference between reading about something, seeing it in the pictures, and experiencing it?"
"Very different," I agreed. "More forceful than I'd imagined.

Angry grizzly bears are going to look tame next to what is waiting for you at home." I snapped the phone shut and placed it in her waiting hand. "I'm done.

So what are you going to tell her?"
"A little help?" I pleaded. "What does she want to know?"
He shook his head, grinning wickedly. "That's not fair."
"No, you not sharing what you know-now that's not fair.

Run, Bella, run. I love you too much, for your good or mine.