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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。
Which makes me think not。 Emmett has been on the wagon longer； so to
speak； and he understood what I meant。 He says twice； for him； once
stronger than the other。〃
〃And for you？〃
〃Never。〃
The word hung there for a moment in the warm breeze。
〃What did Emmett do？〃 I asked to break the silence。
It was the wrong question to ask。 His face grew dark； his hand clenched
into a fist inside mine。 He looked away。 I waited； but he wasn't going to
answer。
〃I guess I know；〃 I finally said。
He lifted his eyes； his expression was wistful； pleading。
〃Even the strongest of us fall off the wagon； don't we？〃
〃What are you asking？ My permission？〃 My voice was sharper than I'd
intended。 I tried to make my tone kinder — I could guess what his honesty
must cost him。 〃I mean； is there no hope； then？〃 How calmly I could
discuss my own death！
〃No； no！〃 He was instantly contrite。 〃Of course there's hope！ I mean； of
course I won't…〃 He left the sentence hanging。 His eyes burned into mine。
〃It's different for us。 Emmett… these were strangers he happened across。
It was a long time ago； and he wasn't as… practiced； as careful； as he is
now。〃
He fell silent and watched me intently as I thought it through。
〃So if we'd met… oh； in a dark alley or something…〃 I trailed off。
〃It took everything I had not to jump up in the middle of that class full
of children and —〃 He stopped abruptly； looking away。 〃When you walked
past me； I could have ruined everything Carlisle has built for us； right
then and there。 If I hadn't been denying my thirst for the last； well；
too many years； I wouldn't have been able to stop myself。〃 He paused；
scowling at the trees。
He glanced at me grimly； both of us remembering。 〃You must have thought I
was possessed。〃
〃I couldn't understand why。 How you could hate me so quickly…〃
〃To me； it was like you were some kind of demon； summoned straight from
my own personal hell to ruin me。 The fragrance ing off your skin… I
thought it would make me deran