Edward lifted the discarded application and laid it gently in front of me again。 “I think you’d like New
Hampshire；” he said。 “There’s a full plement of night courses for me； and the forests are very conveniently
located for the avid hiker。 Plentiful wildlife。” He pulled out the crooked smile he knew I couldn’t resist。
I took a deep breath through my nose。
“I’ll let you pay me back； if that makes you happy；” he promised。 “If you want； I can charge you interest。”
“Like I could even get in without some enormous bribe。 Or was that part of the loan？ The new Cullen
wing of the library？ Ugh。 Why are we having this discussion again？”
“Will you just fill out the application； please； Bella？ It won’t hurt you to apply。”
My jaw flexed。 “You know what？ I don’t think I will。”
I reached for the papers； planning to crumple them into a suitable shape for lobbing at the trashcan； but
they were already gone。 I stared at the empty table for a moment； and then at Edward。 He didn’t appear to
have moved； but the application was probably already tucked away in his jacket。
“What are you doing？” I demanded。
“I sign your name better than you do yourself。 You’ve already written the essays。”
“You’re going way overboard with this； you know。” I whispered on the off chance that Charlie wasn’t
pletely lost in his game。 “I really don’t need to apply anywhere else。 I’ve been accepted in Alaska。 I can
almost afford the first semester’s tuition。 It’s as good an alibi as any。 There’s no need to throw away a bunch
of money； no matter whose it is。”
A pained looked tightened his face。 “Bella —”
“Don’t start。 I agree that I need to go through the motions for Charlie’s sake； but we both know I’m not
going to be in any condition to go to school next fall。 To be anywhere near people。”
My knowledge of those first few years as a new vampire was sketchy。 Edward had never gone into details
— it wasn’t his favorite subject — but I knew it wasn’t pretty。 Selfcontrol was apparently an acquired skill。
Anything more than correspondence school was out of the question。
“I thought the timing was still undecided；” Edward reminded me softly。 “You might enjoy a semester or
two of college。 There are a lot of human experiences you’ve never had。”
“I’ll get to those afterward。”
“They won’t be human experiences afterward。 You don’t get a second chance at humanity； Bella。”
I sighed。 “You’ve got to be reasonable about the timing； Edward。 It’s just too dangerous to mess around
with。”
“There’s no danger yet；” he insisted。
I glared at him。 No danger？ Sure。 I only had a sadistic vampire trying to avenge her mate’s death with my
own； preferably through some slow and torturous method。 Who was worried about Victoria？ And； oh yeah；
the Volturi — the vampire royal family with their small army of vampire warriors — who insisted that my heart
stop beating one way or another in the near future； because humans weren’t allowed to know they existed。
Right。 No reason at all to panic。
Even with Alice keeping watch — Edward was relying on her uncannily accurate visions of the future to
give us advance warning — it was insane to take chances。
Besides； I’d already won this argument。 The date for my transformation was tentatively set for shortly after
my graduation from high school； only a handful of weeks away。
A sharp jolt of unease pierced my stomach as I realized how short the time really was。 Of course this
change was necessary — and the key to what I wanted more than everything else in the world put together —
but I was deeply conscious of Charlie sitting in the other room enjoying his game； just like every other night。
And my mother； Renée； far away in sunny Florida； still pleading with me to spend the summer on the beach
with her and her new husband。 And Jacob； who； unlike my parents； would know exactly what was going on
when I disappeared to some distant school。 Even if my parents didn’t grow suspicious for a long time； even if I
could put off visits with excuses about travel expenses or study loads or illnesses； Jacob would know the truth。
For a moment； the idea of Jacob’s certain revulsion overshadowed every other pain。
“Bella；” Edward murmured； his face twisting when he read the distress in mine。 “There’s no hurry。 I won’t
let anyone hurt you。 You can take all the time you need。”
“I want to hurry；” I whispered； smiling weakly； trying to make a joke of it。 “I want to be a monster； too。”
His teeth clenched； he spoke through them。 “You have no idea what you’re saying。” Abruptly； he flung the
damp newspaper onto the table in between us。 His finger stabbed the headline on the front page：
DEATH TOLL ON THE RISE； POLICE FEAR GANG ACTIVITY
“What does that have to do with anything？”
“Monsters are not a joke； Bella。”
I stared at the headline again； and then up to his hard expression。 “A 。 。 。 a vampire is doing this？” I
whispered。
He smiled without humor。 His voice was low and cold。 “You’d be surprised； Bella； at how often my kind
are the source behind the horrors in your human news。 It’s easy to recognize； when you know what to look
for。 The information here indicates a newborn vampire is loose in Seattle。 Bloodthirsty； wild； out of control。
The way we all were。”
I let my gaze drop to the paper again； avoiding his eyes。
“We’ve been monitoring the situation for a few weeks。 All the signs are there — the unlikely
disappearances； always in the night； the poorly disposedof corpses； the lack of other evidence。 。 。 。 Yes；
someone brandnew。 And no one seems to be taking responsibility for the neophyte。 。 。 。” He took a deep
breath。 “Well； it’s not our problem。 We wouldn’t even pay attention to the situation if wasn’t going on so close
to home。 Like I said； this happens all the time。 The existence of monsters results in monstrous consequences。”
I tried not to see the names on the page； but they jumped out from the rest of the print like they were in
bold。 The five people whose lives were over； whose families were mourning now。 It was different from
considering murder in the abstract； reading those names。 Maureen Gardiner； Geoffrey Campbell； Grace Razi；
Michelle O’Connell； Ronald Albrook。 People who’d had parents and children and friends and pets and jobs
and hopes and plans and memories and futures。 。 。 。
“It won’t be the same for me；” I whispered； half to myself。 “You won’t let me be like that。 We’ll live in
Antarctica。”
Edward snorted； breaking the tension。 “Penguins。 Lovely。”
I laughed a shaky laugh and knocked the paper off the table so I wouldn’t have to see those names； it hit
the linoleum with a thud。 Of course Edward would consider the hunting possibilities。 He and his “vegetarian”
family — all mitted to protecting human life — preferred the flavor of large predators for satisfying their
dietary needs。 “Alaska； then； as planned。 Only somewhere much more remote than Juneau — somewhere
with grizzlies galore。”
“Better；” he allowed。 “There are polar bears； too。 Very fierce。 And the wolves get quite large。”
My