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Preface:

Id had more than my fare share of near death experiences, it wasn’t
something you ever really got used to!. It seemed oddly inevitable,
though, facing death again, Like I really was marked for disaster!.

I’d escaped time and time again, but it kept coming back for me!.

Still this time was so different from the others!. You could run from
someone you feared, you could try to fight someone you hated!. All my
reactions were geared toward those kinds of killers – the monsters,
the enemies!.

When you love the one who was killing you, it left you no options!. How
could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that
beloved one!? If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how
could you not give it!? If it was someone you truly loved!?

1!. Engaged:

No one is staring at you, I promised myself!. No one is staring at you!.
No one is staring at you!. But, because I couldn’t lie convincingly
even to myself, I had to check!.

As I sat waiting for one of the three traffic lights in town to turn
green, I peeked to the right – in her minivan, Mrs!. Weber had turned
her whole torso in my direction!. Her eyes bored into mine, and I
flinched back, wondering why she didn’t drop her gaze or look ashamed,
It was still considered rude to stare at people, wasn’t it!? Didn’t
that apply to me anymore!?

Then I remembered that these windows were so darkly tinted that she
probably had no idea if it was even me in here, let alone that I’d
caught her looking!. I tired to take some comfort in the fact that she
wasn’t really staring at me, just the car!. My car!. Sigh!.

I glanced to the left and groaned!. Two pedestrians were frozen on the
sidewalk, missing their chance to cross as they stared!. Behind them, Mr!.
Marshall was gawking through the plate glass window of his little
souvenir shop!. At least he didn’t have his nose pressed up against the
glass!. Yet!.

The light turned green and, in my hurry to escape, I stomped on the gas
pedal without thinking – the normal way I would have punched it to get
my ancient Chevy truck moving!. Engine snarling like a hunting panther,
the car jolted forward so fast that my body slammed into the black
leather seat and my stomach flattened against my spine!.

“Arg!” I gasped as I fumbled for the brake!. Keeping my head, I
merely tapped the pedal!. The car lurched forward to an absolute
standstill anyway!. I couldn’t bear to look around at the reaction!. If
there had been any doubt as to who was driving this car before, it was
gone now!.

With the toe of my shoe, I gently nudged the gas pedal down one half
millimeter, and the car shot forward again!. I managed to reach my goal,
the gas station!. If I hadn’t been running on vapors, I wouldn’t have
come into town at all!. I was going without a lot of things these days,
like Pop-Tarts and shoelaces, to avoid spending time in public!.

Moving as if I were in a race, I got the hatch open, the top off, the
card scanned, and the nozzle in the tank within seconds!. Of course,
there was nothing I could do to make the number on the gauge pick up
pace!. They ticked by sluggishly, almost as if they were doing it just to
annoy me!. It wasn’t bright out – a typical drizzly day in Forks,
Washington – but still I felt like a spotlight was trained on me,
drawing attention to the delicate ring on my left hand!.

At times like this, sensing the eyes on my back, it felt as if the ring
were pulsing like a neon sign!. Look at me, look at me!. It was stupid to
be so self-conscious, and I knew that!. Besides my dad and mom, did it
really matter what people were saying about my engagement!? About my new
car!? About my mysterious acceptance into an Ivy League college!? About
the shiny black credit card that felt red-hot in my back pocket right
now!?

“Yeah, who cares what they think,” I muttered under my breath!.

“Um, miss!?” a man’s voice called!. I turned, and then wished I
hadn’t!. Two men stood behind a fancy SUV with brand-new kayaks tied to
the top!. Neither of them was looking at me; they both were staring at
the car!.

Personally, I didn’t get it!. But then, I was just proud!. I could
distinguish between the symbols for Toyota, Ford, and Chevy!. This car
was glossy black, sleek, and pretty, but it was still just a car to me!.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but could you tell me what kind of car
you’re driving!?” the tall one asked!.

“Um, a Mercedes, right!?”

“Yes,” the man said politely while his shorter friend rolled his
eyes at my answer!. “I know!. But I was wondering, is that… are you
driving a Mercedes Guardian!?” The man said the name with reverence!. I
had a feeling this guy would get along well with Edward, my !. !. !. my
fiancé (there really was no getting around that truth with the wedding
just days away)!.

“They aren’t supposed to be available in Europe yet,” the man
went on, “let alone here!.”

While his eyes traced the contours of my car – it didn’t look much
different from any other Mercedes sedan to me, but what did I know!? –
I briefly contemplated my issues with words like fiancé, wedding,
husband, etc!. I just couldn’t put it together in my head!. On the one
hand, I had been raised to cringe at the very thought of poofy white
dresses and bouquets!. But more than that, I just couldn’t reconcile a
staid, respectable ,dull concept like husband with my concept of Edward!.
It was like casting an archangel as an accountant; I couldn’t
visualize him in any commonplace role!.

Like always, as soon as I started thinking about Edward I was caught up
in a dizzy spin of fantasies!. The stranger had to clear his throat to
get my attention; he was still waiting for an answer about the car’s
make and model!.

“I don’t know,” I told him honestly!.

“Do you mind if I take a picture with it!?” It took me a second to
process that!.

“Really!? You want to take a picture with my car!?”

“Sure – nobody is going to believe me if I don’t get proof!.”

“Um!. Okay!. Fine!.” I swiftly put away the nozzle and crept into the
front seat to hide while the enthusiast dug a huge professional looking
camera out of his backpack!. He and his friend took turns posing by the
hood, and then they went to take pictures at the back end!.

“I miss my truck,” I whimpered to myself!. Very, very convenient –
too convenient – that my truck would wheeze its last wheeze just weeks
after Edward and I had to agreed to our lopsided compromise, one detail
of which was that he be allowed to replace my truck when it passed on!.

Edward swore it was only to be expected, my truck had lived a long,
full life and then expired of natural causes!. According to him!. And, of
course, I had no way to verify his story or to try to raise my truck
from the dead on my own!. My favorite mechanic –I stopped that thought
cold, refusing to let it come to a conclusion!. Instead, I listened to
the men’s voices outside, muted by the car walls!.

“!. !. !. went at it with a flame thrower in the online video!. Didn’t
even pucker the paint!.”

“Of course not!. You could roll a tank over this baby!. No much of a
market for one over here!. Designed for Middle East diplomats, armed
dealers, and drug lords mostly!.”

“Think she’s something!?” the short one asked in a softer voice!. I
ducked my head, cheeks flaming!.

“Huh,” the tall one said!. “Maybe!. Can’t imagine what you’d
need missile-proof glass and four thousand pounds of body armor for
around here!. Must be headed somewhere more hazardous!.”

Body armor!. Four thousand pounds of body armor!. And missile-proof
glass!? Nice!. What had happened to good old-fashioned bulletproof!? Well
at least this made some sense – if you had a twisted sense of humor!.

It wasn’t like I hadn’t expected Edward to take advantage of our
deal, to weight it on his side so that he could give so much more than
he would receive!. I’d agreed that he could replace my truck when it
needed replacing, not expecting that moment to come quite so soon, of
course!. When I’d been forced to admit that the truck had become no
more than a still-life tribute to classic Chevy’s on my curb!. I knew
his idea of a replacement was probably going to embarrass me!. Make me
the focus of stares and whispers!. I’d been right about that part!. But
even in my darkest imaginings I had not foreseen that he would get me
two cars!.

The “before” car and the “after” car, he’d explained when I
flipped out!. This was just the “before” car!. He’d told me it was a
loaner and promised that he was returning it after the wedding!. It all
had made absolutely no sense to me!.

Until now!. Ha ha!. Because I was so fragilely human, so accident prone,
so much a victim to my own dangerous bad luck ,apparently I needed a
tank-resistant car to keep me safe!. Hilarious!. I was sure he and his
brothers had enjoyed the joke quite a bit behind my back!. Or maybe, just
maybe, a small voice whispered in my head, it’s not a joke, silly!.
Maybe he’s really that worried about you!. This wouldn’t be the first
time he’s gone a little overboard trying to protect you!. I sighed!. I
hadn’t seen the “after” car yet!. It was hidden under a sheet in
the deepest corner of the Cullen’s garage!. I knew most people would
have peeked by now, but I really didn’t want to know!.

Probably no body armor on that car – because I wouldn’t need it
after the honeymoon!. Virtual indestructibility was just one of the many
perks I was looking forward to!. The best parts about being a Cullen were
not expensive cars and impressive credit cards

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