To her, I’m just Edward, and I’m seventeen, and it’s as if no time at all has passed since I became what I am, because she is here now to help me mark the time with her. 

We were working up to this. It was still too much for me; the venom would drop like mother’s milk and I’d have to pull away, away from her. And our wedding was only a week from now. 

It certainly seemed like she wanted the beast; her nostrils flared and her eyes closed as she inhaled the scents. But why was she hesitating?

I no longer cared whether or not I caught Jasper; he’d tasted human blood before, had already been destroyed by it. I only wanted to stop Bella from doing what I’d done so many times. 

I was witnessing now, before my undeserving eyes, the vast, incomprehensible scope of her love for me as she lay dying in my arms. She’d tried to tell me, but I didn’t truly realize until this moment how she loved me, loved me, loved me.

I had to keep the prey – Bella, Bella – immobile, incapacitated, mine. But after a few seconds, the human part of me was intensely relieved when I felt her breath in my ear.  And yet I kept drinking …

 Our wedding night wasn’t supposed to be like this. They’d decided that Bella was too great a risk, and they were prepared to kill all of us if we fought them. Destroy the few to preserve the many. Edward/Bella, all other canon pairings.