Hey everyone! Please read this:

So this is Chapter 2 of my first individual fanfiction. I want to say THANK YOU to anyone who has taken the time to read and review this! I truly appreciate it.

I wanted to create a story that was based on the characters of Bella Swan and Edward Cullen, but kind of reverse the roles and give things a new twist. I wanted to keep the vampire/human perspective on things, but make it so Bella was the vampire and Edward was the human that was new to the school. This story is going to have a lot of twists and turns to it, so please stay tuned.

SIDENOTE - I don't have spellcheck on my program [WordPad] and cannot afford a shiny new publisher, does anyone know where I can download a full, free spellcheck program? Thanks in advance!

I wanted to clear a few things up before I even continue with this chapter. Yes Bella is a vampire/Edward is human. Bella does have a power but it is not the same that Edward had. Yes, the rest of the Cullen's will be in the story, but I'm not sure how I will work them in just yet... I want to keep you guessing. No, I do not plan to just mimick the original story. I plan to give it my own twists, but keep some "events" sort of similar, but changed - if that makes sense. I also plan to keep it that Bella is the one that is infatuated with Edward, even though their roles have changed. And although she is breathtakingly beautiful, she still hasn't been able to see herself clearly.

Currently rated T but may turn into M as time goes by.

... And again PLEASE REVIEW! Let me know if you like it because if I don't get a good response on it, I'm not going to continue and bore people. LOL!

Disclaimer: I own nothing that is Twilight or Stephenie Meyer related. [Though Robert is welcome at any given time to take over my life. ;)]

For what shall it profit a man,

if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul.

Mark 8:36

Chapter 2: Like A Woman Posessed

I could not stop thinking about Edward Cullen.

Like a woman possessed, I couldn't escape one single fragment of his image floating through my head. He was everywhere. He was in every thing. He was the the voice I heard when I hunted last night. He was the face I saw when I looked in the mirror. He was the smell surrounding every room I stepped into.

I was beyond frustrated by how quickly I was overtaken. I was angry. I almost wanted to kill myself, if that were possible. No matter how many times I tried to convince myself that he was just like anybody else and that he didn't matter, I could't escape the truth. There was something about him that was drawing me near him, and the fact that it could hurt us both upset me to the core. It was the longest 24 hours of my life.

I thought severely about cutting class, even on the first day. I couldn't imagine walking to my locker and seeing his prescence near me, knowing how badly I wanted him.

Then again, I couldn't imagine not seeing him, and feeling miserable the whole time.

So, being the cruel masochist that I am, I decided to bite my lip, hold my breath, and go to school. As soon as I entered the school building and walked down the Junior hallway, I began to regret my decision. Despite the fact that there was over 1800 kids in my school, all with different smells and heart beats... only one stood out by a mile.

My senses found him standing at the end of the long hallway before my body even made it up the staircase.

"Hey Bella! Welcome back!"

"Hey Bella, how was your summer?"

I avoided faded attempts of conversation from my peers passing by me, as I was distracted by the beautiful smell of danger that crept closer with every footstep I took. My eyes zoned in on him without any hesitation, as if, somehow, they were meant to lock on only him.

There he stood, in all his glory. His hair was a beautiful mess of bronzed dismay. His dark green t-shirt fit his frame perfectly, and was the exact match to his overtakingly beautiful eyes. He wore dark blue jeans with a black belt, which matched the black cufflink around his right wrist. His smile was breathtaking, the kind that drew you into him. It was the type of smile that could be placed in magazines next to the ugliest product, but still sell a million shares. It was devastating, how perfect he was.

Edward was surrounded by a group of kids, clearly proving that he had no problems making new friends. He was like a greek God, put on a pedistal by a flock of admirers. The sex of his fans was divided equally amung men and women, but one female stood out to me by a mile.

It wasn't because she was the only girl that looked like she was good enough to stand next to him. It wasn't because she was thin, or beautiful. It wasn't because she had silky, short brown hair, a welcoming smile, and a pixie-like posture. It wasn't because she had a contagious laugh that filled the room and pulled people in.

No, there was something different. Something worse.

Edward was laughing, leaning his head over to her. His cheek touched the top of her head, and his arm was thrown over her shoulders. Her perfect hand was patting him on his chest, and she was talking to the group of guys in front of them like she was proud of him. Like she loved him. Like he was hers.

I felt pure disgust with myself. I don't know what I was expecting, or even why I should be expecting something. But it definetly wasn't this.

He was taken.

As the first bell rang and I found myself standing in a distance in the center of the hallway with my jaw ajar, I felt a sense of nausea hit. I watched through what appeared to be slow motion images, as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him on his cheek, before they strided off to class in seperate directions. I watched him walk away, and waited before he was out of sight before I drug my feet over there. I claimed by English Lit book from my locker, slamming the door behind me.

His smell was all around me, causing my empty chest to ache more. I couldn't believe how idiotic I was being. I just met the guy. I should continue to convince myself that he didn't matter, that he was just another human.

But no matter now hard I tried, I couldn't shake him from my mind. He was the Romeo in the chapter I got called on to read out loud in class. He was the voice I heard every time I rummaged through the halls. Everyone was talking about him. It was unavoidable.

"Hey Bella!"

As I skidded into my art class, I heard a high pitched voice calling my name. I turned to find Jessica in her cheer gear outfit, with the biggest grin on her face.

"It's the first day of school and we have a pep rally to lead today! Oh, and we got this gorgeous guy now, I swear Bella he could be a model! He's new, along with some other newbies, but this guy is suppossed to be this AMAZING right fielder, and everyone keeps going on and on about how perfect he is, and how silly and funny he is, and how smart he is... So did you forget your uniform or something?"

I let out a loud sigh, slumping down in the same seat I've had in this class since I began this stupid high school. I joined the cheerleading team for my father, Charlie. He once said to me, "Bella, since you're going to be here for awhile, you might as well experience new things that you would never catch yourself doing. You have a long life ahead of you. Make me proud!" Yeah. Thanks Dad.

"No," I sighed again, pulling out my portfolio. "I didn't forget. I just didn't feel like being all cheery during class hours."

Jessica giggled. "You're too crazy, Bella! So have you seen him yet?"

"Who?"

"Duh! Edward Cullen, the new guy!"

Great. Now I'm gonna hear it from her as well. "Oh," I stammered. "Um, yeah, he has a locker next to mine."

"Oh my God, you're so lucky!" Jessica clapped her hands, bouncing in her chair. "I guess I'm gonna have to borrow some, like, pens or something from you a lot this school year, just so I can talk to him."

I shook my head, beginning to draw the first thing that popped into my head. "Don't worry Jess. If he plays baseball, I'm sure you'll get more than enough chances to talk with the guy."

I listened to her rant through art class, steadily drawing as I dazed into incoherant thoughts. Jessica rambled in echoes beside me, with topics such as what she did over the summer, how many guys she met, how she is learning how to unsucessfully surf but thinks it's a great way to meet new locals... I didn't feel guilty for drowning her out after a few moments. Once you've heard once conversation from Jessica, you've heard them all. And if not, you could be sure she'd bring the entire subject back up again at a later time.

As I scribbled, I thought about a collage of things: My mother's face, or how I remembered her from before the accident. Such a long time ago. She was so beautiful, and I could still remember the sweet, kindness in her voice and the grace of her hugs. I missed her deeply... More with every day passing. Especially when I looked at my father, and see the constant ache in his eyes.

I thought about the friends I've lost as I moved from place to place. The ones who've died from natural causes, as they got older. The ones who had babies, or got married. The ones I'd give anything to trade places with. Even the ones that I wouldn't allow myself to get close with, the ones I knew I could have been best friends forever with, if the circumstances were different. But I couldn't bare to allow myself to feel more alone once I was seperated from them, so I stayed closed shut from them.

Then I thought about Edward. Not in an obsessed way, but just enough to try to figure things out. I needed to understand why I was being drawn to him, and why I couldn't escape him. What should I do? Was I going to pretend that he didn't exist here?... No, I knew I wasn't strong enough for that. I wasn't even going to try to lie to myself. Should I try to talk with him, maybe even become his friend? No, I couldn't do that either. What would his girlfriend think about that? I was so confused. I knew I needed to do something about him, but for the life of me, couldn't figure out what that something was.

Riiinnnggg.

I jumped to the sound of the bell, knocking my paper and pencil off of the desk. Jessica leaned over to help me pick it up. As she stood, her jaw dropped and she covered her mouth, staring at my drawing.

"What?" I asked, furrowing my brow in confusion. "What is it?"

"Well," she cleared her throat, turning the paper around so that I could see it. "It looks as if you know the guy better than you think you do."

"What are you ta-" I cut myself off as soon as I saw my work.

Normally, I didn't do this in school. It was something that I kept hidden.

But there Edward was, in complete charcoal pencil detail. He was wearing a gray, pin-striped baseball uniform with the number "17" written on it. He had a wooden bat leaned over his right shoulder, and his left hand was holding his baseball cap.

I jerked the art from her fingers, shoving it in my portfolio. "It's nothing." I growled through my teeth.

She followed me as I stormed out of the hallway, her fingers touching my shoulder to stop me. "Wait!" she shouted. "How did you know his number was 17?"

I shrugged her off, storming away fast enough so she couldn't catch up, but not enough to make it obvious to the kids around me. I stormed down the stairs and out the front doors of the school, desperate to find cold air. As soon as it covered my face, I gasped, crouching down to the cemement. So stupid, Bella! I thought. Why did you do that! Why?

I panicked for a few moments, unable to find my thoughts.

Then I heard Mr Turner - who is the school principal's - voice come over the intercom. "Welcome to a wonderful, funfilled school year, Spartans! We are cutting class short today, inviting all students to meet in the school gym for our first pep rally! The cheerleaders will be introducing the players of the basketball, football, baseball, and soccer teams this year, and they will lead us on our first chant for a victorious school win! So come on kids, meet us in the gym now!"

It took me a few moments to regain my composure. I knew I had to rush to my car and grab my uniform, get changed, and be clear across the school and in the gym before the students got in there. Checking around me to make sure no one was looking, I flew to my car and grabbed my stuff faster then the bell could ring to release the students. I rushed inside the bathroom, changing my clothes and fixing my hair. Then I jogged to the gym without a moments notice.

"Hey Bella!"

"Hey Angela!" I waved, running over to her. Angela was my only true friend in this school. She has been my best friend since I moved here three summers before last. She was smart and beautiful, and very kind. In a lot of ways, she reminded me of what I thought my mother would be like, if she were here and 17. And even though Angela was a human and had no idea about my secrets, she seemed like she somehow knew I was different, and was okay with that. She never pushed her thoughts on me to make me feel uncomfortable, and she never asked a ton of questions. She was wonderful.

She fluffed my hair over my shoulders before giving me a big hug. "How was your summer? Did you do anything exciting?"

I laughed, hugging her back. "Just the usual, how about yourself?"

"Oh, you know... Working on topics for the school paper, writing my novel, going to the movies with Eric."

"Ya'll are still together then?"

"Of course. He hasn't gotten on my nerves just yet."

I laughed, gently shoving her backwards. "You're so cruel."

She tossed her arm over my shoulder, dragging me to the other cheerleaders. "I know," she responded. "I think I got that from you."

"Yeah probably. But you know I-"

"Shhh!" We were cut off by Ashley Gwinn, the bitchiest cheerleader from hell. She was a blonde, ditzy, fake, barbie doll wannabee. Very annoying. I thought several times about dragging her to the locker room and ending her life, and I would have if her daddy wasn't the mayor of the town my father worked for. But God she got on my nerves.

I shot her the worst look I could muster, causing her to look away immediately. I heard her mumble the word "Freak" under her breath, but knowing that no other human would have heard that, I couldn't confront her. At least not in public.

The pep rally went on as Principal Turner and the rest of the faculty gave their routine welcome speeches to their students. I cheered with the others when needed, not caring to make more of an effort that I had to. I was only here for one reason, and I knew that reason was in the locker room. I listened closely to the voices of the men behind the bleachers, chanting to each other as their heartbeats sped up, waiting to come out and get the crowd pumping. I listened as the guys joked around about Edward, talking about him being a "ladies man" and getting "all the women hot and bothered". Jealousy. Very obvious!

"Alright!" Mr Turner shouted next to the Spartans mascot. "Here they are! Please welcome your high school football team!"

I stood immediately, yanking Angela and Jessica up with me. I knew that the baseball team was introduced after the football, soccer, and basketball team, and I already felt jittery.

It felt like hours passed as each member of the other teams were announced. I drowned out the cheers from the girls around me and the loud crowd in the bleachers, waiting impatiently for one other team to be announced, and only one other name to be called.

"And here is your baseball team!"

I started to bounce up and down, tossing my pom pom's in the air. It was a very rare thing for me to get this excited, and pure shock was written over each of the six cheerleader's faces around me, even Jess and Ang's. I shrugged them off, waiting for him to appear. I was too excited.

But he didn't appear. The rest of the team walked out and high fived each other, but there was no Edward.

I glared over to Jessica, suddenly worrid. "Where is he, Jess!" I growled. "Didn't you say he played baseball?"

She laughed, giving me an awkward glance. "That's what I heard! Besides, you knew his freakin' number. So it's obvoius he does!"

"Well where is he?"

I stared Mr Turner down as he talked about how good the team did last year, and how, even though we lost more games then we won, how it was about sucess as a team, not a victory. I felt myself slump down, throwing my hands on my hips in an obvious pout. I didn't care. I was too upset to be cheery now.

As Mr Turner's rant kept on about how we should be thankful for our teammates and how it wasn't about winning, I thought more about how stupid I had been all day. I was confused about how I could draw Edward in the jersey, even though he wasn't here with the team. I was more than disappointed, trying to figure out where I went wrong. Maybe I didn't draw the future after all. Maybe I just soaked in Jessica's words that she heard he was a baseball player, and drew what I wanted to see.

I felt myself slump all the way down to the ground of the gym, feeling more sense of loneliness.

I knew I shouldn't feel like this. I knew I shouldn't have let myself believe that this guy, this regular human guy could come here and change all my feelings in an instant. I threw my head in my palms, feeling like an idiot. I wanted to go home. I wanted to run away. I needed to get out of here.

As I stood sluggishly and leaned to pick up my pom pom's, a sudden wave hit me again. It was familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time. Like it only happened once before.

"And here, possibly going to change all of that and lead us to this year's undefeated victory, meet the newest member of the team, just transferring from Jacksonville Beach, Florida... EDWARD CULLEN!"

The crowd errupted in the loudest roar I ever heard. I jumped up quicker than lightening, making Angela jump as I scared her. As soon as the front doors to the gym opened, I felt myself so happy that I could do back flips. There he was, walking out into the gym like he owned the place. He wore the jersey I imagined him in, with the number 17 on it. He carried a bat over his right shoulder, and he was waving his baseball cap around to the crowd.

They loved him.

I heard all different types of shouts from the girls in the crowd and next to me. There was constant talk about how beautiful he was and how perfect his smile was. They were all infatuated with him. But me... I was in love. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, and couldn't stop staring at him. Edward shook the coaches hand firmly, and then Mr Turner's, before walking steadily over to the microphone in the center of the gym. The lights dimmed and the spotlight shown on only him, causing me to almost lose my balance. This sort of thing never happened to me, so I knew it was big.

"Thank you!" he replied, waiting for the crowd to simmer down. His voice was calm. Soft. Perfect. The voice of an Angel.

He smiled, taking a step back to soak in the cheers from the crowd. As the basketball team turned on the large warehouse fans behind him to calm the overheated crowd down, his smell immediately crossed my path and overtook me. I couldn't help but inhale, getting lost in it as I zoned out the crowd and listened to the calm echo of just his heart beating. Thud. Thud. Thud. I couldn't believe he was so calm. It was as if he was made for this type of thing. Like he was made to be loved. Like he was made to be worshiped. I curled my fingers into tight fists around the handles of the pom pom's, almost snapping them in half. I had to maintain control over my emotions. I couldn't allow myself to break in front of all of these people.

He shook his head, running his fingers through his perfect hair as he laughed. "Thank you," he said once again. "Thank you so much."

After a few more minutes of "Ow's!" and "Sexy!" and "Go boy!", the crowd finally died down. But I still couldn't remember how to inhale, and didn't want to take the chance anyhow.

"Thanks guys!" Edward shouted, hyped up. "I am so happy to be here, to be a part of this great team, and representing the Spartans and the rest of this school! I know that this past year was a difficult one for you guys, but I want you to know that we, as a team, can change this and bring the victory home, where it belongs! Right here!"

The crowd roared again, and I found myself jumping up and down, estatic with the rest of them.

"Now!" he continued, more calmly, but still sure of himself. "It isn't going to be easy. It's going to take dedication, hard work, preserverance, and a lot of practice. But I truly believe that if we stick together, stick to our guns, and work like hell, we will - I repeat, WILL - bring pride back to this school, for once and for all!"

The crowd roared again, chanting a mixture of "Edward!" and "Spartans!" It amazed me, the sound of his name coming from all the different voices, and the effect it still had on me whenever it was said. I beamed proudly at him, realizing that for the first time in several years, that my smile had finally become real once again. It felt amazing. It felt honest.

It was as if Edward Cullen turned me into a real person again, just by his presence and his smile.

As I listened to his silky voice deliver his speech, I found myself growing more and more at peace. It was crazy. It was like I was possessed, and my life suddenly made sense now that he was in it, regardless of what little part that may be. It was at this moment that I made up my mind and my decision was clear. I wasn't going to ignore him. I wasn't going to pretend he didn't exist.

I had to know him. I knew I'd never allow myself to hurt him, that part was decided. And I didn't even care how it'd break my heart when I had to seperate from him. I didn't care about anything else anymore, no matter how obvious it was that I should stay in my routine of sticking to myself with relationships and pretending to be something I'm not.

This was different. He was in my path for a reason.

It was hard for me to focus as the pep rally went on, but I did my best to participate and get the crowd going. I couldn't help but see Jessica and Angela's shocked expressions through my periphrial vision as I continued to cheer and shout. They were shocked I was so present, so into this. It was shocking to me as well.

I stood patiently against the lockers, twisting my pom pom's in the air. I overheard some guys saying that Edward was going to go to a party with them tonight, sort of a welcome bash for him and the other new kids, but that he had to get his keys and a few other things out of his locker first. So I made sure I looked presentable and made my way up there, waiting only for him.

I listened closely as his footsteps trotted down the vacant hall, and my smile grew a foot as he turned the corner by our lockers.

His smile mirrored mine. "What's up?" he asked, walking towards me.

I held my breath, afraid that his smell would be too tempting for me. "Not much. I just wanted to give you an official welcome. I realize I was kind of rude yesterday, and I wanted to apologize."

He smiled, turning the combination to his locker. "It's no problem," he sweetly replied. "And thank you. I never got your name by the way..."

"It's Bella."

Edward yanked out his keys and jacket from his locker and shut his locker before he extended his hand out to mine. A crooked smile crossed his lips. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Bella. Officially."

I smiled, shaking his hand, suddenly overwhelmed by the electric hot and cold mixture between us. "Pleasure's all mine."

We stood at our marks, grinning from ear to ear as we continued to shake hands. Edward tilted his head at me, staring into my eyes. "Did you get contacts?" He asked calmly.

I smiled like a goof, lost in his voice. "No. Why?"

"Your eyes... I could have sworn they were black yesterday."

I froze for a moment before pulling my hand away, running my fingers nervously through my hair. "Oh yeah. Um. I guess it was just the ... dim lights in the hall here or something."

He tilted his head the other way, keeping his eyes locked on mine. "Yeah..." he softly responded. "That must have been it."

I rocked back on my heels, shoving my hands in my pocket, forcing myself away from his gaze for a moment. "Big plans tonight?"

"Oh. Yeah. Some of the guys from the team invited me to this party at Mike Newton's house. He is apparently the big guy on the basketball team, so I figured I would swing by there. What about you?"

I shook my head, suddenly feeling self conscious and low. "J-Just... you know, hanging out with my dad."

He nodded, giving me another perfect smile. "That's cool."

I stared into his deep eyes, finding myself getting lost by the second. I knew he was about to leave, and it hurt just thinking about it.

Edward continued to keep his lock on my eyes as he slowly began to walk away backwards, taking my breath with him. "Well," he said, scratching the back of his head as he looked at me. "It was really a nice... pleasure meeting you, Bella."

I nodded, leaning against my locker, waiting for the ache to fully set in. I watched as he winked at me, before slowly turning and walking away.

Hands shaking, I covered my chest, forcing myself to exhale. As he took each step further, I felt myself growing more and more miserable by the second. Once he finally disappeared going down the staircase, I slid down the locker, panting.

I couldn't believe I gave in like this, but I couldn't force myself to regret it either. He was so perfect and so sweet. He was so addicting to me now, like a drug.

I banged the back of my head against the locker, trying to find control over myself. Get it together Bella, I thought. You'll see him again tomorrow.

Then, after tomorrow, I knew I had to get through Saturday and Sunday without his face, his smell, and his overwhelming presence being near me. This depressed me more.

After a few more moments of silence and dispair, I forced myself up off the ground and down the hall. I felt my arms cross over the hollow in my chest as the ache overwhelmed me. I knew what I had gotten myself into, and knew the ache was going to hit me. But man, did it ever hurt. It was as if a thousand knives were stabbing me all over my body, and a thousand razors dug down the veins in my arms.

I was in pain.

I shoved the doors to the school open and jogged through the mist to my car. I knew the quicker I got home and saw my dad, the quicker I could keep myself occupied until school tomorrow.

I unlocked my door and climbed in quickly, replaying our conversation in my head. Every thing he did, every smile he gave, and every word he spoke was perfect. It made me smile just thinking about it.

As I started my car, I heard a loud knock at my window, causing me to jump. I froze when I saw Edward standing there, shivering against the cold. I rolled down my window, my face in a stiff, confused expression.

"Hey, Bella," he panted, as the rain began to come down. "My brothers and sisters left without me, I guess. I was wondering... if it wasn't too much trouble... Could you give me a ride?"

A million thoughts crossed my mind that shouldn't be there. Knowing that I should say no, and wait until we were in public to meet eachother again, I refused to shake my head. The tempation was just too strong.

I smiled at him, lost in his green eyes once more. "Of course Edward," I said, motioning for him to get in.

I watched as his body ran around my car through the rain, holding my breath. I knew this is wrong. He wasn't like me. We could get hurt.

But I didn't care.

As he climbed in and shook the water from his hair, he turned to me and smiled his Angel smile. "Thank you so much, Bella. I really appreciate you doing this for me."

I stared at him for a long moment, lost in a daydream. I couldn't figure out how I suddenly got so lucky.

I slowly snapped out of it, put my car into drive, and watched as he leaned back against the seat, relaxing. A million more thoughts crossed my mind and I couldn't help but get excited over the fact that I could have him alone for a few moments.

"No," I finally replied with a smile, slamming on the gas and peeling out of the parking lot. I was wreckless. But I didn't care. "Trust me. It's no problem."

So there we go, Chapter 2. I hope that you guys will stay with me and wait and see what will come. Don't worry, I plan to keep the story going as long as the reviews and compliments/suggestions/positive feedback keep coming in! I know it somehow takes awhile for beginnings like this to sink in and enjoy, but I hope that you will give this a shot and have some faith! Comments, advice, suggestions are always welcome. Please review and stay tuned!