And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.
What a stupid lamb.
What a sick, masochistic lion.
You're like my own personal brand of heroin.
About three things I was absolutely sure.
First, Edward was a vampire.
Second, there was a part of him, yet I didn't know how dominant that part might be, that thirsted for my blood.
And Third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.