I Thought You Could Never Love a Monster. I Was Wrong.

I woke up to a dim room. The light shown through the giant glass window, but the curtains interceded it's breakthrough in the room. I turned over to find myself not in my room. I recognized the plain colors on the walls. And the book case that held a very expensive stereo, and lots and lots of music. I was in Edward's room. But why was I there?

And then I remembered.

Talent Show. Gas Station. That man. Taken by force, losing myself even more. But then, Edward Cullen showing up to save my life, once again. Could I really be in love with him? Just from his savings, that left me speechless? The vampire part? Attraction?

Yes, all of that. I wanted to be with him. Forever. He was my saviour, and I felt like I could open little by little to him.

I pulled the covers off of my body and saw that Alice must have changed me into a cute bedding outfit to sleep in; shorts and a cute T-shirt. That's normal. I hopped out of the comfortable bed that I did not want to get out of, and opened the door to find Alice beaming brilliantly.

"Good morning, Remy. I hope you slept well. I need to get you dressed!" She giggled, like there was something she wasn't telling me.

I smiled when she gave me a short, form fitting dress that went up a little bit past my knees. I was also given a cute pair of peach-ish gladiator sandals. Alice left me alone to get dressed. Once I was out in the hallway, she took my hand and dragged me downstairs.

The house was empty. No one was around. Until I saw Esme in the kitchen, smiling vigorously. She set down pancakes at the table and told me to sit, at which I did. I was starving so I basically inhaled the food. And when I was done, Esme was next to my side, cleaning up everything.

"Remy, why don't you go look around the house? Everyone is out hunting. Edward wanted to stay to make sure you were okay, but I made him go hunt." Esme's voice flooded through the rooms.

"Oh-okay." I smiled shyly, making my way around their huge pulchritudinous home.

I stood on the first floor, because I knew their rooms were upstairs, and I wouldn't want to go through their privacy. I turned to two tall white doors that looked like they were from a different century. They probably could be, knowing how long the Cullen's have been alive. I laughed at myself for thinking such a blithe thought.

Grabbing the door knob, I pulled open one of the white doors and took a look inside. The room was huge. Like a place to have a ball, or some sort of banquet. The tile on the floor was smooth and waxed nicely. The tall chandelier had glared off the sun coming through the window, so it made the room look like there were rainbow crystals everywhere.

But my eye caught onto the most beautiful instrument that I could ever imagine. The black polished piano sat nearest the window, but not fully next to it. I walked over to the piano and stroked the keys lightly, not wanting to make a sound so much as a note.

I smiled at myself, remembering myself playing at school concerts and performances. I pictured my dad playing Clocks by Coldplay just two years ago, and us both singing in harmony together, smiling and laughing when Jamie came to slam his hands on the piano, wanting to join.

I sat down on the piano bench and closed my eyes as my fingers found the right keys. I smiled to myself. I was letting go, just this once, to let in the memory of my father. The biggest thing we shared together was our compassion for music. Piano, mostly.

I glided my fingers over the keys, and pressed them down lightly, trying to feel for the beat. And trying to feel for the warmth in my fingers to come back to me. Soon I found myself playing the starting peice of the song. Then I found my voice, and I began to sing along.

Lights go out and I can't be saved,
Tides that I tried to swim against,
Have brought me down upon my knees,
Oh I beg, I beg and plead;
Singing,

I lost my voice for a second, and I stopped, collecting myself. But I did find myself again, and I let myself go, continuing with my gentle memory of my father.

Come out of things unsaid,
Shoot an apple off my head.
And a trouble that can't be named,
A tiger's waiting to be tamed;

Singing,
You are.
You are,

I choked up, not wanting to finish. But something inside me urged to finish the song. Saying it was a way of finding myself again. But I knew it might not even work.

Confusion that never stops,
The closing walls and ticking clocks.
Gonna come back and take you home,
I could not stop, that you now know.
Singing come out upon my seas,
Curse missed opportunities.
Am I a part of the cure,
Or am I part of the disease?

Singing,
you are, you are;
You are, you are;
You are, you are;
You are, you are;

I felt my walls go down, just for a breif second, before they had gone back up. And I felt my voice stiffen to the next peice, changing into a slightly higher octave. I remember having trouble with this part, and my father taught me to find the strength to keep going:

And nothing else compares,
Oh nothing else compares,
And nothing else compares,

You are, you are;

Home, home where I wanted to go,
Home, home where I wanted to go.

I finished, and that's when I cracked. I stifled sobs that threatened to kill me. I felt shakey, and I needed to get out of there. I got up and turned around to see Edward in the doory way, looking curiously at me. I walked towards him as he opened his arms up to embrace me.

I shook and sniffled into his chest, not want him to let me go. Because anytime I touched him, it was as if the pain had never been there at all. Ever.

"Edward, i'm sorry for just playing your family's piano. Esme told me to look around and -"

Edward kissed the top of my head, interrupting me, he whispered, "You sang beautifully. I didn't know you had talent for playing the piano. It's my piano, and i'm glad you played it."

I looked up at him and I could help but to smile. "Thank you."

I looked into his golden eyes and felt a nice frenzy. He made me feel so different. Like I was worth something. Like I was never in any pain before. But that soon came back to me when I realized that I was in pain, and that pain would never fully go away.

"I could hear you. Er - your thoughts. While you were playing. You had let your wall down just long enough for me to capture what you tended to hide from me." He looked down at me, trying to open me up once again.

"Oh." was all I could make out.

"Remy, love. I'm sorry you had such a horrible pain with that. I wish I could take that all away from you. But I know I can't. And I feel so monsterous for knowing that you are in such pain." Edward pulled me back to an embrace.

Before long, Alice and skipped into the room and beamed a white smile.

"Come on you two love birds. Esme wants to talk to Remy." She skipped out of the room, knowing we'd obey and follow her.

We walked into the living, not hand in hand which is what I wanted more than anything. I saw the family sitting on the couch, and Emmett was all jumpy, so i'm sure he knew what was going on. Rosalie seemed pissed. I'm guessing she didn't like what was going on.

"Remy" Esme's voice interrupted my overview of the Cullens. "Well, I hate to know that you live in the house all by yourself. And, well, I - we were wondering if you'd care to live with us?" Her smile caressed the rest of her beautiful pale face.

I smiled, but the smile left me face as soon as I realized not everyone would like me being here.

"She'll get over it." Edward's voice came from right next to me.

I turned to look up at him, "I thought you couldn't read my mind?" I asked, confused.

"Oh, I can't. But I can read your face pretty well. So, do not worry about Rose. She's a terrible guttersnipe." Rosalie hissed, and i couldn't help but laugh at what he had called her.

A guttersnipe.

The rest of the family, besides Rose, smiled at me. Their eyes burying into me, wanting my answer indifferently.

"Well, I guess I can't say no to a bunch of vampires." I smirked, as they cheered and Edward lifted me into a hug.

I put my arms around him as he twirled me slightly around once before setting me down. Rosalie stalked off outside. Emmett followed, but turned around to wink at me. I couldn't help but giggle.

"Remy, you can stay in my room. We already have a bed for you anyways." Edward said.

Alice's face dropped. " Noo! We have that one spare bedroom upstairs! I wanted to decorate it for her! Oh come on Edward!" She pouted. Cute.

Edward rolled his eyes, "I'm not sure, Alice. I think I want Remy to myself." he smirked. He moved his foot out of the way right before Alice could stomp on it.

Alice grumbled, "Stupid mind reader. So stubborn." She plopped herself on the couch, still pouting like a little kid.

I looked up at Edward, and gave him the cute puppy dog look. And I knew he wouldn't say no to that. He rolled his eyes and sighed loudly. Alice was up and shrieking like a little girl. She grabbed me in a light hug, knowing that I was still human. Very breakable.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" She smiled at me, and then hugged Edward. I smiled back at her childish nonsense. "What are your favorite colors? Oh, wait! I already know! I can see your new room! It's going to be amazing!" She cheered before running off.

I giggled, as Edward grabbed my hand. "She is such a stubborn little devil." he smiled cheekly.

"I heard that!" Alice yelled from upstairs. Oh, yeah; vampire's have great hearing range. Lovely.

"Come on, love. Let's go somewhere." he smiled, pulling my to the door that must have been the garage. "Oh, and might I say, you look ravishing."

I blushed, my face was hot, I could tell. He pressed his hand against my cheek and I immediatly felt better. Soon we were in his silver volvo, off to somewhere unknown. For me.

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