NIGHT 54: M31-M40 Hallway
[From here.]
In a detached way, Edward could recognize how lucky he was to have met Stefan at the time he did. Now with Venom gone, he had no one he trusted outside of Bella and no source of blood. Stefan was a lot more like Edward than Venom had ever been - beyond the most obvious ways, too - but he didn't have the time. They hadn't been trying to hunt Landel down for almost two weeks. There was no blood lost between them.
If he would be able to form a new friendship, he was hoping to avoid the latter, however.
But this was all he knew how to do. Survive. Edward had thought he would have gotten used to losing everyone by watching the last two generations grow old then die. It had become easier, he thought. They would all die eventually. That's why he had never cared if the humans at Forks wanted to treat him like some sort of abomination to be tolerated, never welcomed. It just made things easier. No connections, no regrets. But with Bella... he wanted to be human for her. Regret was one of those things that came with humanity. Instead of being ashamed of it, he would have to embrace it.
His initial journey ended at M39, which he stood in front of for a silent moment, organizing and compartmentalizing everything in his head. He let the bag slump to the floor so he could knock without fumbling with his flashlight.
"Stefan? It's Edward."
In a detached way, Edward could recognize how lucky he was to have met Stefan at the time he did. Now with Venom gone, he had no one he trusted outside of Bella and no source of blood. Stefan was a lot more like Edward than Venom had ever been - beyond the most obvious ways, too - but he didn't have the time. They hadn't been trying to hunt Landel down for almost two weeks. There was no blood lost between them.
If he would be able to form a new friendship, he was hoping to avoid the latter, however.
But this was all he knew how to do. Survive. Edward had thought he would have gotten used to losing everyone by watching the last two generations grow old then die. It had become easier, he thought. They would all die eventually. That's why he had never cared if the humans at Forks wanted to treat him like some sort of abomination to be tolerated, never welcomed. It just made things easier. No connections, no regrets. But with Bella... he wanted to be human for her. Regret was one of those things that came with humanity. Instead of being ashamed of it, he would have to embrace it.
His initial journey ended at M39, which he stood in front of for a silent moment, organizing and compartmentalizing everything in his head. He let the bag slump to the floor so he could knock without fumbling with his flashlight.
"Stefan? It's Edward."