Rosalie didn’t stay long. She stood in the stairs for just enough time to survey the situation, and then she was gone.

“Carlisle wha-”

“La Tua Cantante.” Carlisle cut Edwards question short.

We all looked at him blankly.

“Well, I suppose I will have to explain to you why I have blood in my office first, don’t I?”

Everyone nodded in unison.

As the story composed itself in Carlisle’s mind, Edward relaxed. I decided that Edward’s mind reading was similar to reading the last chapter of a book first. I patiently waited for Carlisle to verbalize the story that Edward had already comprehended.

“When each of you were changed, I took a sample of all of your blood.” Carlisle began “Since there are no secrets in this house,” He shot a glance at Edward, “I’ll elaborate further on the reason for these blood samples.

“Its not an easy life for us preying on animals and avoiding humans. Human blood is what makes us the strongest, more specifically our own human blood. Knowing that, what I have been trying to design is a way to generate more of our blood, or allow it to reproduce itself, rather. That way, hunting would be unnecessary and our lives would be much easier.”

Everyone nodded in understanding.

“What does this have to do with Bella?” Alice urged.

“Well,” Carlisle continued. “As I was unpacking the box of blood, the cork somehow worked itself out of Edwards bottle and some blood spilled on the floor. I cleaned it up and threw the rag in the garbage, not giving it a second thought. The blood was 100 years old, I didn’t expect it to hold any appeal for anyone. As it turns out though, blood must hold an attraction regardless of age if it is the blood of your singer.”

“La Tua Cantante.” I breathed. 

"Il tuo Cantante." Alice corrected. I didn't question her, I figured that her knowledge on any foreign language would be much more vast and accurate than my own.

“Yes, Bella, it appears that Edward’s blood holds for you the same intense appeal that yours held for him. “

Esme and Alice gasped.

“Is this….a surprise?” I asked.

“Yes, Bella,” Edward finally spoke. “It has never been heard of for two people to be each others singers. Though this may be for many reasons , it is new knowledge to us.”

“Oh.”

“So what does that mean?” Alice piped up.

“Well, we can all have our theories, but with the knowledge being so fresh, there is really no way to know for sure.” Carlisle responded. “But don’t worry, Bella. I disposed of the rag, so you should be fine now.”

“Wait!” I remembered, “Why did I want the rag, but not the open tube?”

“The tube had Esme's blood in it. The rag was just Edward’s.”

“Oh.” I bit my lip.

We all sat in silence for another moment before everyone but Edward and I one-by-one filing out of the room and returning to their previous engagements. Edward remained silent and just stroked my hair absently.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered, ashamed.

“No, Bella, no.” He squeezed me to his chest. “Its not your fault. There’s nothing you could have done.”

“Is that how hard it was for you?” I asked.

“What do you mean?”

“When you first met me, is that how hard it was for you to resist my blood?”

“I can imagine that seeing as you are a newborn and your first introduction to human blood, ever, was the blood that would appeal the most, it was probably a bit harder for you.” He rubbed comforting circles in the back of my hand with his thumb while he spoke.

“Regular blood wont be that hard to resist then?”

“Not by any standard.” He assured me.

“Good. That was scary.”

“I know.” He kissed my forehead. “Are you okay?”

“I’ll always be okay as long as I’m with you.” I whispered.

“Good,” He smiled. “I guess I’ll just have to stick around then.”