Moments from the book Twilight

HUGE post of the meadow scene...
Edward's grand speech, revealing everything... heh heh.

He starts explaining everything starting from that first day in Biology...
"So, if we'd met... oh, in a dark alley or something..." I trailed off.
"It took everything I had not to jump up in the middle of that class full of children and--" He stopped abruptly, looking away. "When you walked past me, I could have ruined everything Carlisle had built for us, right then and there. If I hadn't been denying my thirst for the last, well, too many years, I wouldn't have been able to stop myself." He paused, scowling at the trees.
He glanced at me grimly, both us of remembering. "You must have thought I was possessed."
"I couldn't understand why. How you could hate me so quickly…"
"To me, it was like you were some kind of demon, summoned straight from my
own personal hell to ruin me. The fragrance coming off your skin… I thought it
would make me deranged that first day. In that one hour, I thought of a hundred
different ways to lure you from the room with me, to get you alone. And I fought
them each back, thinking of my family, what I could do to them. I had to run out,
to get away before I could speak the words that would make you follow…"
He looked up then at my staggered expression as I tried to absorb his bitter
memories. His golden eyes scorched from under his lashes, hypnotic and deadly.
"You would have come," he promised.
I tried to speak calmly. "Without a doubt."
He frowned down at my hands, releasing me from the force of his stare. "And
then, as I tried to rearrange my schedule in a pointless attempt to avoid you, you
were there — in that close, warm little room, the scent was maddening. I so very
nearly took you then. There was only one other frail human there — so easily
dealt with."
I shivered in the warm sun, seeing my memories anew through his eyes, only
now grasping the danger. Poor Ms. Cope; I shivered again at how close I'd come
to being inadvertently responsible for her death.
"But I resisted. I don't know how. I forced myself not to wait for you, not to
follow you from the school. It was easier outside, when I couldn't smell you
anymore, to think clearly, to make the right decision. I left the others near home
— I was too ashamed to tell them how weak I was, they only knew something
was very wrong — and then I went straight to Carlisle, at the hospital, to tell him
I was leaving."
I stared in surprise.
"I traded cars with him — he had a full tank of gas and I didn't want to stop. I
didn't dare to go home, to face Esme. She wouldn't have let me go without a
scene. She would have tried to convince me that it wasn't necessary…"
"By the next morning I was in Alaska." He sounded ashamed, as if admitting a
great cowardice. "I spent two days there, with some old acquaintances… but I
was homesick. I hated knowing I'd upset Esme, and the rest of them, my adopted
family. In the pure air of the mountains it was hard to believe you were so
irresistible. I convinced myself it was weak to run away. I'd dealt with
temptation before, not of this magnitude, not even close, but I was strong. Who
were you, an insignificant little girl" — he grinned suddenly — "to chase me
from the place I wanted to be? So I came back…" He stared off into space.
I couldn't speak.
"I took precautions, hunting, feeding more than usual before seeing you again. I
was sure that I was strong enough to treat you like any other human. I was
arrogant about it."
"It was unquestionably a complication that I couldn't simply read your thoughts
to know what your reaction was to me. I wasn't used to having to go to such
circuitous measures, listening to your words in Jessica's mind… her mind isn't
very original, and it was annoying to have to stoop to that. And then I couldn't
know if you really meant what you said. It was all extremely irritating." He
frowned at the memory.
"I wanted you to forget my behavior that first day, if possible, so I tried to talk
with you like I would with any person. I was eager actually, hoping to decipher
some of your thoughts. But you were too interesting, I found myself caught up in
your expressions… and every now and then you would stir the air with your
hand or your hair, and the scent would stun me again…"
"Of course, then you were nearly crushed to death in front of my eyes. Later I
thought of a perfectly good excuse for why I acted at that moment — because if
I hadn't saved you, if your blood had been spilled there in front of me, I don't
think I could have stopped myself from exposing us for what we are. But I only
thought of that excuse later. At the time, all I could think was, 'Not her.'"
He closed his eyes, lost in his agonized confession. I listened, more eager than
rational. Common sense told me I should be terrified. Instead, I was relieved to
finally understand. And I was filled with compassion for his suffering, even now,
as he confessed his craving to take my life.
I finally was able to speak, though my voice was faint. "In the hospital?"
His eyes flashed up to mine. "I was appalled. I couldn't believe I had put us in
danger after all, put myself in your power — you of all people. As if I needed
another motive to kill you." We both flinched as that word slipped out. "But it
had the opposite effect," he continued quickly. "I fought with Rosalie, Emmett,
and Jasper when they suggested that now was the time… the worst fight we've
ever had. Carlisle sided with me, and Alice." He grimaced when he said her
name. I couldn't imagine why. "Esme told me to do whatever I had to in order to
stay." He shook his head indulgently.
"All that next day I eavesdropped on the minds of everyone you spoke to,
shocked that you kept your word. I didn't understand you at all. But I knew that I
couldn't become more involved with you. I did my very best to stay as far from
you as possible. And every day the perfume of your skin, your breath, your
hair… it hit me as hard as the very first day."
He met my eyes again, and they were surprisingly tender.
"And for all that," he continued, "I'd have fared better if I had exposed us all at
that first moment, than if now, here — with no witnesses and nothing to stop me
— I were to hurt you."
I was human enough to have to ask. "Why?"
"Isabella." He pronounced my full name carefully, then playfully ruffled my hair
with his free hand. A shock ran through my body at his casual touch. "Bella, I
couldn't live with myself if I ever hurt you. You don't know how it's tortured
me." He looked down, ashamed again. "The thought of you, still, white, cold…
to never see you blush scarlet again, to never see that flash of intuition in your
eyes when you see through my pretenses… it would be unendurable." He lifted
his glorious, agonized eyes to mine. "You are the most important thing to me
now. The most important thing to me ever."
My head was spinning at the rapid change in direction our conversation had
taken. From the cheerful topic of my impending demise, we were suddenly
declaring ourselves. He waited, and even though I looked down to study our
hands between us, I knew his golden eyes were on me. "You already know how I
feel, of course," I finally said. "I'm here… which, roughly translated, means I
would rather die than stay away from you." I frowned. "I'm an idiot."
"You are an idiot," he agreed with a laugh. Our eyes met, and I laughed, too. We
laughed together at the idiocy and sheer impossibility of such a moment.
"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…" he murmured. I looked away,
hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word.
"What a stupid lamb," I sighed.
"What a sick, masochistic lion." He stared into the shadowy forest for a long
moment, and I wondered where his thoughts had taken him." - pages 269 to 274

Yes, so, basically, I love the whole meadow scene.
Thankfully, my fingers were saved from typing all this out thanks to this website.
Sorry about the weird formatting.
More parts from the meadow scene to come!

<3,
Mrs. Cullen