I knew exactly where my pepper spray was — still in my duffle bag under the bed, never unpacked.

At least when we ruled, we were honest about what we were.

Vladimir, Breaking Dawn

The humans weren’t smart enough to know that they feared me, but their survival instincts were enough to keep them away.
Edward Cullen, Midnight Sun

If I were lucky enough to sit by you, I would have talked to you.

Bella? Are you all right?

He’d been flinging questions at me with such speed that I felt like I was taking one of those psychiatric tests where you answer with the first word that comes to mind.

So where were we, before I behaved so rudely?

For an instant, I felt a thrill of genuine fear, raising the hair on my arms. The look only lasted a second, but it chilled me more than the freezing wind.

I was sure, though, in the instant our eyes met, that he didn’t look harsh or unfriendly as he had the last time I’d seen him. He looked merely curious again, unsatisfied in some way.

So what did Edward Cullen want yesterday?