A/N: Actually, this was supposed to be a drabble but it went over my drabble word limit of 500 words so, I decided to post it as a one-shot. However, it is done in a drabble style. Pairing: Edward x Bella. Done in Edward's POV. Even a monster has a saviour... As usual, the characters of the Twilight series do not belong to me but to their esteemed creator. ENJOY!

Saviour

Morning or night, it matters not in eternity. When I am untouchable by the hands of time, everything blurs, everything fades, lost in the endless stream that flows ever on. Yet one thing will always remain with me in sharp image, in bright colours, in sickening clarity. For I am cursed, condemned. My eyes stare at glass and bile rises in my throat. It takes all I have to not avert my disgusted gaze, horrified at what I have become.

In the mirror, I see myself reflected.

I see my gold eyes, a thin pale colour, beautiful in its purity yet fleeting for in time, it would darken to the blackness of sin, the darkness of hunger, the longing to drain tasty crimson fluid that could sate my thirst, taking a life to spur my own. My eyes would be obsidian, stained by the bold strokes as dark as my empty body, empty of a soul.

I see my face, pale and nearly ghostly white, drained of the flush of life, trapped in eternal undead. A corpse's skin, cold, so cold that even the warmest flame in a human touch would be extinguished in its frost, its icy grip claiming, destroying. Even the gentlest stroke would be hardened, even the most soothing brush would become deadly, not to me, but to the person who dared to comfort death.

I see my reflection, looking at myself, looking in horror at the demon that resides so innocently in fragile flesh, at the wild beast that would strike to kill on instinct. I look at myself and I see a monster, a monster waiting for a prey to cross its path, waiting for that instant when its fangs would tear at a delicate pulse, stifling it for all eternity.

Yes, that was what I had become – a monster.

Yet, she came to me, her smile glowing in the darkness of my mind, my very existence. Immortality was nothing in the face of our meeting for when our eyes met, time seemed to stop. She was always a portrait of a miracle painted in brilliant colours, so radiant that I paled in her heavenly glory. It takes all I have to gaze upon her beauty, so stricken by my own imperfection. But never once has she allowed me to hide, always guiding me to look and see, to truly see what she saw in me.

In her eyes, I see myself reflected.

I see my gold eyes, shining in love, glowing with an inner radiance, immortalized in liquid affection that would never dry even if the gold had faded and obsidian was all that remained. For even the darkness could sparkle, like a multifaceted gem, when adoration was the knife, affection was the water and love was the light.

I see my face, pale though it may be, yet not the white-cold of death but the fairness of life, a faint flush present as my thirst is sated by her bliss, my loneliness eased by her company, her heat so fiery that no ice could possibly stay unharmed. So warm is her touch that it penetrates my icy skin, sending warm trickles down my spine, reminding me that in many ways, I was still alive, so long as I walked the same plane of existence as her.

I see her looking at me with absolute adoration of an angel she finds divine, complete admiration of a beauty and perfection unsurpassed by any, and a love so encompassing, so true that it takes my breath away.

And, I think, maybe I'm not damned. Maybe there is salvation for me.

For alone, I am a monster.

But in her, I have found my saviour.