So! When last we left The Shelf, the tables had been thoroughly turned: while not terribly interested in the sparkling itself, The Littlest Bella had been delighted to discover that her slouchy, sweaty, creepy admirer was, in fact, a vampire. Which was good, I guess, because by the time The Littlest Edward had fled her embrace, a nice curl of black smoke was wafting over from her kitchen. Bella? Didn't even care.