_{After being exposed to the gods and the monsters of his time, he had learned to develop a sort of tolerance for any——supernatural stimulus that could potentially be deemed—…less than favorable. Malicious. Perhaps, the company of vampires, or maybe just the threatening glance of golden eyes rimmed with the incessant beckoning of thirst. Either way, he was scared–as a child–listening to the horror stories. The legends. Further still, he became more afraid once he had been made aware of the fact that they were an omnipotent force that governed their world, and the lives of mortals.}

_{He had learned over the years that when one’s mind is made up, that fear diminishes; knowing what must be done does away with that fear–and above all else, greeting your alleged enemies with a smile, was more powerful than coming to battle with a blade in hand.} 

                                                     _{❝———…… ! ❞
                                                       ❝Edward !❞
                                            ❝You just missed Bella.❞}

                                              _{❝You just missed Bella.❞
                       ❝Pretty sure she’s at Billy’s with her dad, Charlie.❞
                                              ❝They’re playing poker.❞
                       ❝Sue, Charlie, Bella, Sam, Jared, Bill and them.❞}