From the moment they walked in, it was clear that Edward's home--one of the many--was now Cat's. He'd taken up residence in New York in one of those pent houses he'd heard about for a while now, and had a feeling she would like it. There was a Jacuzzi  a nice view of the land below from the balcony, and--thankfully--two beds. Strange, how he was grateful for that. Normally, such a thing wouldn't cross his mind. After all, for all his life, it had been his comfort that mattered more than anyone else's. Such was the way of a petulant "should be but never was" king. But this time, he put someone else's feelings before his, and if that wasn't a step in a new direction, he wasn't sure what was. He didn't want Cat to be uncomfortable with him, and had a feeling that laying in the same bed as he wouldn't be a relief for the innocent creature. Strange, how he found himself caring about her needs, her wants. He'd even called to make sure the fridge was stocked with necessities, as it hadn't been in the months he'd owned it. Now, she was not a typical human, but that only intrigued him more. He wanted to know what it was about her that made her so different, what it was that made him want to take care of her. For he had not felt this way for many people in his lifetime. 

 He knew she was not a vampire, however, and perhaps that was a relief for him. Female vampires tended to ask for too much, and it was always either blood or sex. Sad to say, he'd only met a few female vampires that strayed from this stereotype, just like he'd only met a few male vampires that strayed from the stereotype they were given. And that, of course, was completely power-hungry villains. Did Edward fall into such a category? Power hungry... perhaps. He was a bit controlling. Bloodthirsty and violent were two things he tended to be, but a villain? Villainous was one thing, as it was merely a character trait, but he wouldn't go so far as to call himself a villain.