"Honestly though, why do you read it over and over? What is it that appeals to you?" I asked Bella. I'm really getting curious about Bella's mind, and how it works. It's so hard to understand her. But I was glad her expressions and her eyes were easy to read. It makes things less complicated. Bella looked at me, and I can see that my gaze distracted her. It made me smile, for her to be intoxicated by my very presense.
"I'm not sure. I think it's something about the invitability. How nothing can keep them apart - not her selfishness, or his evil, or even death, in the end...." she trailed off.
Her words made me thoughtful for a minute.
Her words made me think about the story a little more, the romance between Heathcliff and Cathy. But the qualities... are so... peculiar. Bella seems to find it exilarating.

"I still think it wold be a better story if either of them had one redeeming quality." I teased.
"I think that may be the point. Their love is their only redeeming quality." she disagreed.
Maybe she is right.
"I hope you have better sense than that - to fall in love with someone so ... malignant." I said.
"It's a bit late for me to worry about who I fall in love with. But even without the warning, I seem to manage very well." Bella pointed out while smiling.
I laughed quietly. It's hard to immagine someone like Bella to fall in love with me, a souless creature.
"I'm glad you think so." I said simply.
"Well, I hope you're smart enough to stay away from someone so selfish."
I had to smile at that. I think it's too late for me to think about who I fall in love with also.
"I'll be on my gaurd." I promised her.

I was surprised. I manged to get her off the topic of visiting Jacob. I thought Bella sighed in relief, but she changed the subject back again.
She put her hands over mine, which were on her face.
"I need to see Jacob." she urged.
I closed my eyes and sighed quietly, too low for her to hear.
"No."
"It's truly not dangerous at all. I used to spend all day in La Push with the whole lot of them, nothing ever happened." she pleaded.
But I heard her heart beat slightly faster at the last part. I knew then she was lying.
"Werewolves are unstable. Sometimes people near them het hurt. Sometimes they get killed." I said. my voice almost broke at the last word, but I was glad it didn't. It's too much pain to even think about a world without Bella.

Bella didn't answer for a few minutes. I waited patiently.
"You don't know them." she whispered.
I was about to say, "You are wrong." But I thought the better of it. I admit, she might know the werewolves more than me, but I still knew them from my past. My past without the reason of my life.
"I know them better than you think, Bella. I was here the last time." I said.
Her expression turned confused.
"The last time?" she asked.
"We started crossing paths with the wolves about seventy years ago...We had just settled near Hoquiam. That was before Alice and Jasper were with us. We out-numbered them, but that wouldn't have stopped it from turning into a fight if not for Carlisle. He managed to convince Ephraim Black that coexisting was possible, and eventually we made a truce." The treaty I added in my mind.

"We thought the line had died out with line had died out with Ephraim. That the genetic quirk which allowed the transmutation had been lost...." I muttered to myself. If the pack didn't exist anymore, things would be more simpler, an easier life for the all of us. Then I looked at Bella accusingly when I thought about something else.
"Your bad luck seems to get more potent everyday.

Do you realize that your insatiable pull for all things deadly was strong enough to a recover a pack of mutant canines from extinction? If we bottle your luck, we'd have a weapon of mass destruction on our hands."
Bella looked at me confused for a minute, but then her eyes narrowed, without realizing it.
"But I didn't bring them back. Don't you know?" she asked.
"Know what?" I asked her. What's she bringing up? What's her theory?
"My bad luck has nothing to do with it. The werewolves