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**I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT OR ITS CHARACTERS, THEY ARE OWNED BY STEPHANIE MEYER, I ONLY OWN THE ONES I CREATE** **Warning: Strong course language, violence** In the moonlit forest behind the Cullen home, his words hung heavy between us."Roxi," Edward began, his voice strained with a hint of desperation. "There's something I've kept from you." I turned to face him, my heart racing as I noticed the shadows playing across his pale skin. Something about him felt different tonight, a strong part of me screamed to run. "What is it, Edward?" I asked, trying to steady my voice despite the unease gnawing at me. He stepped closer, his gaze intense yet filled with fear. "I'm not like other men, Roxi." Confusion clouded my thoughts as he gently took my hand. His touch was cold, as usual. Instinctively, I searched for a pulse, finding none beneath his hard skin. "No pulse," I murmured, disbelief filling my voice. I looked up at him, my eyes widening as it dawned on me. Edward Cullen is not human. "What the hell are you?"
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