Edward bit me when I was dying of injuries from a wolf attack. He was going toward my neck to bite me, but he then decided that I only had seconds left and he went straight to my right hand. To this day I still have a very cold cresent shaped scar on the back of my right hand. I'll never forget that day. We were in London. He was going there to see if there were any animals he could hunt. He heard me scream, and then he came and found me. We then both went back to Forks.