You didn't mean to fall in love with him.

You met Edward in the 40s, shortly after his arrival in Rochester with Carlisle and Esme. You had no idea there were other vampires like you — though, these vampires had golden eyes. You didn't. That's what made you different from them. But you were practicing as a medical assistant after the World War II, and Carlisle applied at the local hospital, which made it apparent you could not avoid these strange vampires for long.

Needless to say, you and the Cullens became very good friends, despite the difference in diet. You were someone who mastered drinking human blood without killing the human in question; that fascinated them the most.

As the decades went on, the Cullen family grew, and you watched each member get paired with a mate, one by one, until Edward was left.

Lovely, lonely Edward. How he tugged at your dead heartstrings. Not that he ever knew. You managed to control your thoughts around him.

It shattered you when he finally found Bella Swan, went through a cumbersome amount of trials and tribulations as a vampire whom willingly pursued a relationship with a human girl, and got married to her.

Tragedy struck you further when they had a child together and she survived the change of vampirism. Oh, that was just the final nail in the coffin. You found yourself in disbelief, and soon, accepting that Edward Cullen would never be yours.

Fantastic.

You found yourself discovering the Cullens in a gloomy small town in New England, and Carlisle had all but encouraged you to stay in their home for a while. After all, it had been a while since they last saw you.

You were sitting in the attic, away from the chaotic hullabaloo that was the Cullens playing outrageous, made up board games with one another when Edward sought reprieve himself.

He wasn't surprised to find you here, but he couldn't help the amused smile that graced his features.

"You're perpetuating the stereotype of us being bats, you know," he pointed out.