Her existence alone was excuse enough to justify the creation of the entire world.

Her scent blazed in my throat and I was glad. It was a pain that meant she was alive. As long as I burned, she was safe.

Like a stalker. An obsessed stalker. An obsessed, vampire stalker

I was a vampire, and she had the sweetest blood I’d smelled in eighty years.

There was no reason for Bella Swan to cross paths with me. She would be avoided like the plague she was.

Whoa, whoa! Hold up, there, kid. She lives in Forks, remember? So she gets rained on.

If he’d done something to harm her, I would annihilate him.