Twilight: But it's a Thriller and I Never Read Twilight

I didn't hear from Edward the entire day after prom. I had texted him good morning and apologized for my fall, but he never responded. He had never ignored my texts before, but maybe I was overthinking it. I'd been overthinking a lot lately. I'd thought and wracked through my brain for ways to convince Edward to make me a vampire. He'd said never to bring it up again, but I wanted so desperately for him to turn me, to make me like him.

We wouldn't have had the problems we were having now if I was a vampire. He wouldn't flinch at a single drop of blood like he did now or hesitate to protect me. If I was like him, I wouldn't need his protection, but maybe that was part of why he didn't want to turn me in the first place.

I spent the entire afternoon trying to figure out what to say or do about the fall. Besides the raw skin on my hands, there wasn't much of a sign that it had happened at all anymore, but I was still struggling over whether to go see Edward or not. I'd ruined our prom and I needed to apologize, but after the way he'd looked at me when I was bleeding last night, I wasn't sure he'd want to see me.

There was no reason to overthink this. He loved me just the same as he always had, but I couldn't help but feel it was all my fault. The fall was my fault. The blood was my fault. The fact that I'd never worn heels before was my fault. The fact that I wasn't as strong, as bullet proof, as immortal as him was my fault.

It took most of the day for me to get the strength to text him and ask if we could talk. Before I even hit send, I caught a flash of movement outside my kitchen window. As I stood to take a look, I thought maybe it was that wolf again, but I hadn't seen it since November when it appeared in the Cullens' backyard. I didn't think that wolf would ever come back. Instead, Edward was standing at the edge of the woods, his hands in his pockets and his head down. I waited a long time before he lifted his head to look at me through the window and when he did, the light passed over him enough that I could see those blackened veins.

I didn't waste a second trying to decipher his expression, I bolted for my shoes and pushed out the back door still holding them in my hands. My bare feet pressed against the grass and dirt which was soft enough not to hurt the blisters on my feet from last night. There were two of them at the backs of my heels and one on the inside of my big toe where it brushed against the ground. If I had walked all night in those shoes instead of fell and skipped the dance, I would have bled anyway.

"Edward," I called as I neared him. He stood before me, quiet and ominous like a warning. His expression was unreadable, and I couldn't tell if he was mad or not. I tried on a smile to let him know I was alright, but he didn't respond at all.

A second of silence passed between us that felt too long before he stepped back and motioned for me to follow him into the woods. I hesitated as he disappeared but followed anyway. I didn't stop to put on my shoes, but tried to keep up with him as he moved. He was fast even while walking and I had to jog to keep up as he stepped deeper into the shade of the woods where he could stand without being exposed.

It felt as though we'd been walking for miles when he finally stopped, and my feet were starting to ache. The blister on my toe had popped a while ago and was now covered in dirt. I never stopped to put on my shoes. I was too preoccupied with keeping up with him. There was no way I'd lose him.

When he turned to face me, his face was white and hard as stone. I was sure for a second that this was not my Edward but a statue in the middle of the woods. Finally, he blinked as if to reassure me it was him.

"I'm sorry I ruined prom," I offered. That had to be what this was about. He wanted to explain himself, what had happened, why Jasper had nearly killed me. It wasn't his fault, but we still needed to talk. We needed to fix this, so it never happened again.