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    Mr and Mrs Cullen

    At least it doesn’t rain very much, I thought to myself as I watched the snow covered who-knew-what’s go past the car at top speed. I blinked my eyes slowly, not entirely awake.

    And it was sunny… -ish. But it was cold! Oh well, one week and my body temperature would be the very same. Yes, at least it wasn’t s humid as it had been in Paris.

    Yes, we’d gone to Paris. A beautiful historic city made even more beautiful with Edward added to the scenery. The French girls had cast me looks of jealousy and disgust everywhere we went. I ignored them blissfully by imagining their faces if they had known Edward was a vampire. That had made me laugh.

    I giggled as I thought this and a lilting, musical voice – the voice of sheer perfection – coming from somewhere in front of me asked, “Finally decided to wake up?”

    I saw his golden eyes in the rear-view mirror and met their gaze, smiling as I nodded slowly. It was only then that I realized I was in the back seat of his Volvo, a blanket draped over me and my head on a pillow. As I looked even closer in the rear-view I saw that my hair was a mess, and my face looked, well, tired.

    “Stupid human necessities and imperfection,” I muttered, glaring at the back of Edward’s perfect head of reddish brown hair in loathing as I hastened to fix my own straight, brown tresses.

    “Don’t look at me like that Bells,” He teased, sounding suddenly like Jacob. Apparently he was unaware of that fact. “I can’t help but be beautiful,” He continued, “Did I ever tell you why we’re all like that?”

    “No, you didn’t,” I answered distractedly, twisting my hair as I thought. He had been at the wedding… He had a girlfriend… Had he imprinted on her?

    “You know how the whole predator/prey thing works in the animal world?” He asked, but I knew it was rhetorical. “Some predator’s drive fear into the hearts of their prey, some create traps, and some lure their prey to them by… seduction, I suppose you would call it. Of course, we vampires are capable of all three.”

    Whoa, triple threat. “So that’s why you’re all so perfect by human standards,” I whispered, feeling no need to raise my voice. I knew he would hear me. Suddenly I remembered Heidi from the Volturi and gasped. “How horrible…” Then I asked, “Have you ever used your perfection to lure an innocent human girl to you Edward?”

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