Stephenie Meyer
American author.
"It's a strange world," I murmured, more to myself than to the other native soul.
"The strangest," he agreed.
Dazed and disoriented, I looked up from the bright red blood pulsing out of my arm — into the fevered eyes of the six suddenly ravenous vampires.
"For almost ninety years I've walked among my kind, and yours ... all the time thinking I was complete in myself, not realizing what I was seeking. And not finding anything, because you weren't alive yet."
"You. Are. Not. Leaving. Me." His eyes blazed — burning brighter than I had ever seen them, blue flames.
"I told you—," I started to say.
"Did you know that 'I told you so' has a brother, Jacob?" she asked, cutting me off. "His name is 'Shut the hell up.'"
"I love you," I whispered.
"You are my life now," he answered simply.
"That's just great," someone said under his breath. "We've got a bloody queen mother alien living with us. She could blow into a million new buggers at any moment."