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if she had time to scream； there would be no one to hear。 That would be the responsible way to deal with this。 I d gone seven decades without human blood。 If I held my breath； I could last two hours。 And when I had her alone； there would be no chance of anyone else getting hurt。 And no reason to rush through the experience； the monster in my head agreed。 It was sophistry to think that by saving the nieen humans in this room with effort and patience； I would be less a monster when I killed this innocent girl。 Though I hated her； I knew my hatred was unjust。 I knew that what I really hated was myself。 And I would hate us both so much more when she was dead。 I made it through the hour in this way imagining the best ways to kill her。 I tried to avoid imagining the actual act。 That might be too much for me； I might lose this battle and end up killing everyone in sight。 So I planned strategy； and nothing more。 It carried me through the hour。 Once； toward the I could feel the reflection of it hide in her hair again； and I was very end； she peeked up at me through the fluid wall of her hair。 unjustified hatred burning out of me as I met her gaze see the in her frightened eyes。 Blood painted her cheek before she could nearly undone。 But the bell rang。 Saved by the bell how clich 。 We were both saved。 She； saved from death。 I； saved for just a short time from being the nightmarish creature I feared and loathed。 I couldn t walk as slowly as I should as I darted from the room。 If anyone had been looking at me； they might have suspected that there was something not right about the way I moved。 No one was paying attention to me。 All human thoughts still swirled around the girl who was condemned to die in little more than an hour s time。 I hid in my car。 I didn t like to think of myself having to hide。 it was unquestionably the case now。 How cowardly that sounded。 But I didn t have enough discipline left to be around humans now。 Focusing so much of my efforts on not killing one of them left me no resources to resist the others。 What a waste that would be。 If I were to give in to the monster； I might as well make it worth the defeat。 I played a CD of music that usually calmed me； but it did little for me now。 No； what helped most now was the cool； wet； clean air that drifted with the light rain through my open windows。 Though I could remember the scent of Bella Swan s blood with perfect clarity； inhaling the clean air was like washing out the inside of my body from its infection。 I was sane again。 I could think again。 against what I didn t want to be。 And I could fight again。 I could fight
I didn t have to go to her home。 I didn t have to kill her。 Obviously； I was a rational； thinking creature； and I had a choice。 There was always a choice。 It hadn t felt that way in the classroom but I was away from her now。 Perhaps； if I avoided her very； very carefully； there was no need for my life to change。 I had things ordered the way I liked them now。 Why should I let some aggravating and delicious nobody ruin that？ I didn t have to disappoint my father。 I didn t have to cause my mother stress； worry pain。 Yes； it would hurt my adopted mother； too。 And Esme was so gentle； so tender and soft。 Causing someone like Esme pain was truly inexcusable。 How ironic that I d wanted to protect this human girl from the paltry； toothless threat of Jessica Stanley s snide thoughts。 I was the last person who would ever stand as a protector for Isabella Swan。 She would never need protection from anything more than she needed it from me。 Where was Alice； I suddenly wondered？ Hadn t she seen me killing the Swan girl in a multitude of ways？ Why hadn t she e to help to stop me or help me clean up the evidence； whichever？ Was she so absorbed with watching for trouble with Jasper that she d missed this much more horrific possibility？ Was I stronger than I thought？ Would I really not have done anything to the girl？ No。 I knew that wasn t true。 Alice must be concentrating on Jasper very hard。 I searched in the direction I knew she would be； in the small building used for English classes。 It did not take me long to locate her familiar voice。 And I was right。 Her every thought was turned to Jasper； watching his small choices with minute scrutiny。 I wished I could ask her advice； but at the same time； I was glad she didn t know what I was capable of。 That she was unaware of the massacre I had considered in the last hour。 I felt a new burn through my body the burn of shame。 know。 I didn t want any of them to If I could avoid Bella Swan； if I could manage not to kill her even as I thought that； the monster writhed and gnashed his teeth in frustration then no one would have to know。 If I could keep away from her scent There was no reason why I shouldn t try； at least。 what Carlisle thought I was。 The last hour of school was almost over。 I decided to put my new plan into action at once。 Better than sitting here in the parking lot where she might pass me and ruin my attempt。 Again； I felt the unjust hatred for the girl。 I hated that she had this unconscious power over me。 That she could make me be something I reviled。 I walked swiftly a little too swiftly； but there were no witnesses across the tiny campus to the office。 There was no reason for Bella Swan to cross paths with me。 She would be avoided like the plague she was。 The office was empty except for the secretary； the one I wanted to see。 She didn t notice my silent entrance。 Make a good choice。 Try to be
Mrs。 Cope？ The woman with the unnaturally red hair looked up and her eyes widened。 It always caught them off guard； the little markers they didn t understand； no matter how many times they d seen one of us before。 Oh； she gasped； a little flustered。 She smoothed her shirt。 Silly； she thought to herself。 He s almost young enough to be my son。 Too young to think of that way Hello； Edward。 glasses。 What can I do for you？ Her eyelashes fluttered behind her thick Unfortable。 But I knew how to be charming when I wanted to be。 It was easy； since I was able to know instantly how any tone or gesture was taken。 I leaned forward； meeting her gaze as if I were staring deeply into her depthless； small brown eyes。 Her thoughts wer