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* This is a sequel to the story Roots Before Branches. If you have not read that, then I advise you to go read it. The story is on my front page. If you do not, I am almost 100 percent sure you will have no idea what's going on in this story. ALSO, this has Breaking Dawn spoilers. If you have not read Breaking Dawn, I recommend you not to read this. *

Chapter 1 – Memories

October 23rd 2016 7:01 PM

It was silent and peaceful. I've never heard so much silence before, especially when I was human, but even now when my senses are hundred times better just surprises me. Cameron shifted in the passenger seat, his hand setting against the top of his head as he watched out the window. He didn't know why I was doing this, or how we may be able to handle such a large task. I couldn't question it though. I had this feeling in the pit of my stomach to tell me to do this. I couldn't deny it. He didn't understand why I wanted to tend to high school once more. Once was enough for him, but I felt now as a six year old Vampire, what else will we do? We must follow in the footsteps of the ones who have achieved this lifestyle, who have always remained in secrecy. I hated hiding myself from the world, from all eyes to see. Wouldn't it be much easier to just pretend to be humans so we didn't have to hide? It wasn't such a difficult thought to follow through. Sure it would be much easier if I was human. Everything was easier when I was human. My strength and speed as a human could never amount to what it is now, but going out in broad daylight or controlling my hunger was just a simple task.

Everything was easier then.

I remembered it as if it was yesterday, all the thoughts I had, all the things I looked at, all the smells I could smell. I remembered my mother embracing me before I had left for college, finishing up High School in the city of Buffalo, New York. I watched the tears fall down from her cheeks, as if she was afraid I would have never returned again. I remember that day so clearly, I remember September 5th 2009.

"You'll call me when you get there, right?" My mother said, her voice still shaken up.

"Yes mom." I smiled a bright smile, just to help her through.

"My baby is growing up." She cried, wrapping her arms around me as she held me in a tight embrace before letting go once again, sending me over to my father.

"You be good." He said as his strong arm wrapped around my shoulder, his lips pressing into the side of my head as to comfort me. I nodded my head as I turned my head to the side, looking at all of the remaining siblings. First there was Spencer, who was just now very fluent at walking and talking, but still had a bit of trouble of being able to stay in one spot so for now he currently resided in Sophie's arms. Both him and the girls wrapped their arms around me, as if they thought they would never see me again, as if this was the last time they would lay eyes on me.

"I'll be back for the Holidays." I said with a small laugh, trying to comfort them. As they began to let go, I could hear Aidan clear his throat my eyes now on him as I smiled.

"Yeah…" He said as he ran his fingers through his long, blonde hair, "I'll get them through." He smiled as he nodded his head.

"All you can do is try." I said with a smile as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, feeling as he actually hugged back, "You're in charge now."

"Thanks." He said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. I could hear a car roll in, the door opening as my father began to almost lunge forward.

"Scott!" He yelled excitingly as his best friend jumped out of the car. I rolled my eyes at the bond my father and Cameron's father had shared. Cameron had then strolled out from the passenger seat, making his way up the drive way as he slung an arm over my shoulder.

"Ready?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. I sighed softly as I looked back at my family, and then back at him as I nodded my head, "We should head out." I smiled as I moved away from his grasp, walking along and past the car as I watched my dad put in my suitcase in the trunk. I sighed softly as I looked back up at the still strange house, thinking about my old one back in Seattle. But that wasn't all I was thinking about.

"Please call me when you get there, Zoe." My mom said sternly. I looked back at her as I nodded my head, my smile still sincere, "I love you."

I nodded my head, "I love you too." I replied. Scott had tapped the top of the car, his smile bright and calm just like Cameron's.

"All ready to go. Let's get a move on to the airport." He said as he opened the car door for me. I took a step in, strapping on my seatbelt as I looked out the window, and at my loving family that all waved goodbye.

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"Thank you." I said to the lady who handed me a blanket, my smile slightly off from being so tired. I laid as comfortable as I could in the seat, looking out at the clouds from my window, watching as we flew right above them. Cameron was sitting in the seat beside me, his eyes closed and his mouth making somewhat of a snoring sound but came out as a whisper.

I looked back out at the window, pressing my fingers along my purse that laid against my lap, items that may help entertain me to pass away the time filled the bag, and I reached in, trying to find what I was looking for. It wasn't hard to find the metal photo frame, taking out the picture that was so perfect in so many ways. The frame was carved out in weeds that led up to beautiful roses, but that wasn't the perfect part. The perfect part was the picture. It was of Edward and I from last year when he had given me my camera for a present. I stared right at the picture, my smile filled with bliss. And Edward looked down at me, a smile filling his own lips as he gazed upon me. I couldn't help but smile at the photo, my finger skimming across the pale white figure, as my heart began to pound.

I let out a big breath of air as my hand trailed up to my neck, and I could feel the necklace placed elegantly around it. These were the things that always made me smile when I was having a bad day that made my heart pound like a hummingbirds wings. It was the memories of my best friend, Edward Cullen.

I shifted the cars gears, stepping down onto the clutch as we began to drive up a hill, letting them go as we arrived to the top, and to the sign that said 'Seattle Welcomes You!'

"I still can't believe we are doing this." Cameron growled from under his breath, his arms folding over his broad chest. The rain began to fall on the top of the car, and I had then turned on the windshield wipers, my lips forming into a smile as I gazed upon the familiar surroundings. The town hadn't changed one bit.

"Don't you get it?" I said as I bit down onto my pale bottom lip, "We're home." I turned into the woods, following the dirt trail and into the deep forest. I gasped softly as I looked at the small cabin coming into our view, but that wasn't all we noticed. The smell of the real estate agent's blood began to flow through our nostrils, and though she wasn't even bleeding we knew it was there, flowing under her skin.

"You expect me to attend a school with that kind of smell?" He retorted angrily. I looked back at him and smiled deviously as I nodded my head.

"You'll do fine." I smiled as I nearly jumped out of the car as I shifted it into park. I knew that the lady was staring at Cameron and me, not being able to understand why we held so much beauty in our faces and bodies. She was surly jealous. But she didn't realize how much her life meant, how much I would do anything to be her.

"N-Nice Car." She stuttered under her voice, even amazed by my car. I smiled with a nod as I looked back at my baby, my Audi R8. It truly was a piece of work that car was. I learned stick shift just to be able to drive it.

"Thanks." I said as I pushed my keys swiftly into my back pocket.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Miss. Carson." She lifted her hand out for me to grab, thankfully I had two pairs of gloves on when we shook hands, thinking that I would have to have this kind of interaction with a human, "This must be your brother." She said with a smile as she finished shaking my hand. I could tell she was nervous, and she sensed something a bit off. Between our pale skin, and our golden eyes any normal human would find us a bit off, "Let me show you around Miss. Carson." She urged us nervously forward. Carson was my great grandmother's maiden name, and with it we became Zoe Elizabeth and Cameron Joshua Carson, pretend siblings. And that's what we will always do, just pretend. Pretend that we are normal, pretend that we act, eat, and live like humans. Pretend that we don't have any secrets. Pretend that we are just like everyone else.

I ran into my room, slamming the door behind me as I felt my back press against it, my lips trembling as I felt the tears stream down my cheeks. I gasped for air as I shook my head, my fingers wiping my wet cheeks.

It's only been two months here and I already hate this place, I hate this school, I hate this stupid house my parents bought for Cameron and I to stay at for school, I hate England, I hate my classes, I hate my teachers, I hate everything. I gasped as my lips trembled once against as I shook my head, being able to feel the mascara smearing around my eyes. I thought this is where my dreams would start, where I could finally begin my career as an artist but it all felt so wrong. Something told me I wasn't suppose to be here, a gut feeling. And this feeling has been erupting ever since I walked through the doors of this stupid house. This wasn't me. Something is missing. Something is wrong.

"And this is the back deck." Our real estate agent said, showing us the back deck that was covered in woods. I smiled as I felt the cold air brush against my skin, the scent of the pine trees filling my nostrils.

"Kinda small." Cameron snarled as he leaned against the railing.

"Small? This covers almost a hundred acres of woods. It all belongs to the Major of Seattle, so these woods will never be tampered with." She said with a jolt of energy, like any other real estate agent would to tune in their costumers.

"I prefer two hundred acres…" Cameron said spitefully as he glowered at her.

"Oh stop." I snapped back at Cameron. He shot back into the dark house, my eyes back onto the girl, "It's perfect." I smiled brightly, "We'll take it."

"Excellent! Why don't we fill out the main paperwork?" She said as she showed me into the home. As we both walked into the door, our shoulders gently brushed together, her lips producing a gasp as she felt the coolness of my skin. I quickly darted my eyes away, knowing that she was staring at me in complete awe, "R-Right over here Miss." She said as she pointed towards the desk. I nodded my head as I walked with her, her breathing beginning to increase in fear.

I remember fear. The feeling of it. The gut feeling of knowing that where you are isn't safe, that any moment something could happen. I remember my heart pounding to the point where it began to hurt. And now this poor girl was feeling it. She felt that I was a threat, and her feelings were exactly right. She should be afraid. Just like I was.

"Zoe, what's the date?" Cameron asked as he looked back to me as I sat on my bed, watching the rain pour down the window.

"May fourth." I said sourly as I pressed my chin to the ledge, watching the drips of water run down the glass, producing a sigh from my lips. It had almost been eight months of being here in UCA, but yet I still don't feel satisfied. As if all of this wasn't enough, even though in my mind I knew that I had everything I needed. But that one corner in my mind, that one that could switch everything told me I was missing just one thing. I knew exactly what it was, but I didn't want to think about it. I never let this kind of emotion pour over me before. I was always strong at remembering why we weren't friends anymore, and being able to contemplate the thought. But today, it felt as if it was stinging at my heart. I wonder what he was doing at this very moment. I wonder if he is thinking about me too.

"Stop sulking." He sneered at me as he stood up from the desk, "We've got to get to class."

"I'm not sulking." I argued as I looked back at him, his presence just annoying me.

"Yes, you are. You're thinking about that Edward guy again." He huffed as he shook his head.

I quickly stood up as I glared at him right in the eyes, my lips pressing into a hard line, "Cameron, just shut the hell up and leave me alone. I didn't ask you for your opinion. And I am not sulking about it. I'm thinking. That's all." I was upset with his choice of words, but couldn't help but know it was the truth. I turned my body around as I walked through our small house and down the hallway. Luckily enough for me, we weren't anywhere near the busy streets, and didn't have any noisy neighbors. My mother picked this house out for me, because she knew it had a back deck, and it would become a very good use for me, especially right now when I would get tempered. I walked out to the deck as I felt the rain hit against my skin, my body jumping onto the railing as I leaned against it. My heart was beating at a fast pace at just the thought of him, my eyes beginning to tear up as I looked up to the dark sky.

The rain drops fell down my skin, and down to my finger tips as I pressed them along my knees, looking out to the green scenery of England. This just wasn't what I expected. Months ago I dreaded the school, but now I figured out it wasn't the school I was upset with. The school was fine, and so were the students and teachers. The classes were fun, and the parties were enjoyable. But it just wasn't me. It had nothing to do with Edward, it just was all me. I was the one that caused me to be like this. I'm the one who is torturing me.

I then heard a loud clank coming from the living room, my head high and alert as I jumped from the railing, walking back and into the house, "Cameron I swear to god if you broke anything, I will kill you." I sneered as I began walking down the empty hallway. I saw the door of the living room wide open, the chair to the desk was set down and onto the floor. I stopped as I felt the gulp run down my throat, my body urging me forward but my mind screamed at me to stay back, "C-Cameron. This isn't funny." I said in a shaky voice, getting closer to the opening of the door. My hand wrapped around the edge of the doorway, my head leaning in as I took a peak into the living room. I nearly jumped back at the sight, the pale figure sucking hard on Cameron's neck as he struggled under its grip, "Cameron!" I screamed, my instincts telling me to run but my heart telling me to help him. I quickly leaned down, grabbing the chair as I attempted to fling it forward, it only getting a few feet but hit the monster right on top of his head. He sneered as he quickly turned around, the familiar face glaring right into my eyes as a snarl ripped through his chest. I ran backwards, my back hitting the wall as my face produced such a terrified expression. Dominic crouched down and onto his knees, his body getting ready to lunge forward. I quickly ran and down the dark hallways, not long before I felt the impact of a pair of hands hit me, my body running forward and into the wall as I fell completely down onto the ground. I felt the cold hands run along my neck as I gulped down hard.

This time I didn't have Edward to save me, this time I was on my own. I didn't fight it though, because I knew out running him would just make him want the death to come slower, cause me torture. I gripped onto the carpet of my bedroom from under me, ready to feel the impact of the sharp teeth. It was like nothing I had felt before when I felt the razor like items cut through my skin, and I could feel the wetness of the blood dripping down my neck as his mouth was completely on my neck, sucking the life out of me. He had then suddenly stopped the muffling of voices around me as they all chattered about angrily.

"Aro said…" A voice began to speak, "There is only a fifty percent chance she'll come out of this alive you dumb shit!" The voice was angry, and the growling than began.

I didn't care about the talking, because that is when I felt something blazing around my neck. Did they start a fire to hide evidence? Are they burning down the house? It only felt as if my neck was on fire, but I couldn't lift up my hands to put it out. I was in too much pain. I opened my mouth, thrashing about as I screamed piercingly, my hands feeling like they were pinned down to my side so I couldn't put the flames out. The pain than coursed through my body, it all feeling like I was being put into an oven. I couldn't comprehend this pain, I couldn't even describe it. I wanted to die. Please someone kill me! Please, just end my life right now! I don't want to go through this anymore! I could hear screaming from the other room, and only mine began to harmonize it as we both screamed in pure agony.

"So is this what you pictured?" Cameron asked as he pressed his hand against the woodened mantel. I smiled brightly as I nodded my head, taking in the scent of the fresh air of the forest that lay in our backyard, "And what happens if someone suspects something?" He asked as he raised his defined eyebrows.

"No one will suspect anything. Just calm down." I said as I had set the last addition to the furniture I had bought earlier this morning in the corner of the room. The house was finally done, and I couldn't help but smile at the scene, "Everything will be fine. I can just feel it." I said as I gasped happily between my lips.

"You really are enjoying this aren't you?" He asked as he sat down onto the new silken couch, "And what about our background story? Aren't they going to suspect something when we don't have parents?"

"Well, our parents Abigail and John died in a fire almost a year ago in England. We lived with our Aunt Fiona for awhile until we turned eighteen and we moved out together. I make a living by working at a supermarket, and our Aunt also provides us with money so we can attend to school." I said as I cocked an eyebrow, "How is that?"

"Pathetic. You didn't even make it sound a least bit interesting. Where is the blood and guts? Where is the 'we walked into the house and found our parents burning to death on the floor, blood boiling everywhere!'" He screamed sarcastically as he then began to burst out laughing, "And how about you abused me? Where is the abuse in the story?"

"This isn't a soap opera, Cameron." I scoffed as I shook my head, "Can't you just be mature for at least one moment in your life?"

"Why? We are immortal. I won't waste it by being mature." He snickered.

"Just because we are immortal doesn't mean I can't rip you up to pieces and burn every bit of your stupid little body." I snarled under my breath, clearly getting annoyed.

"Ooooh!" He bared his teeth, "I'm so scared!" He joked as he then rolled his eyes. I let out a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.

"I'm going out." I snarled, turning around as I began to run out the door.

I began to feel the coolness of my skin, my eyelids lifting to see the precise cracks of the ceiling, the sounds of car tires running past and on the road, the fast heartbeat of the body in the other room. I quickly jumped onto my feet within less than a second, the speed almost scaring me as I looked down at my pale arms, my body lifting straight up as I stared at the cracked dresser.

My throat began to itch for something I wasn't use to, the smell almost inviting me to it. I looked down to the ground, seeing the drips of blood painted on the floor. My eyes felt weird, as if I could feel them doing something, like changing colors. I quickly dropped to the floor, my tongue setting against the carpet as it ran swiftly across the blood stains. It ran down my throat, but I still craved for more, my lips producing a small growl as I felt my throat on fire. I needed blood. I yearned for it.

I gripped the carpet until it the nails became unhooked, the whole set of carpet detaching from the floor. My eyes then darted up to the large mirror that stood next to my bed. I saw the black eyes slowly fade back to red, the girl beautiful but yet a disaster. She was very defined, and very precise as she rose exactly when I did. She was a monster. But she wasn't just anyone. She was me. I was the monster.

I sat my head back and onto the tree trunk as I sat under the canopy of the leaves as the rain dropped heavily. I didn't mind the rain, in fact I enjoyed it. It reminded me of the times I would constantly play in it when I was human. When I wasn't a monster. The thought of being human made me yearn for it more. I hated being like this. But maybe that would change after we attend to school here. Maybe living in the shadows is what is keeping me from being at least some what happy. I'll always hate the fact that I was dead, but maybe I could accept it. Being able to live among humans sent jolts of energy through me. I wouldn't have to hide. I could begin to live once again.

But there was always that thought of not being able to control myself. Or Cameron. If someone had accidentally fell down in the hallway, scratching their knee and a tiny drop of blood had flowed against their skin, who knows what may happen. Enduring it would be the best of options, but what if Cameron slipped? What if he lost control? What would happen? We would end up exactly where we were in the beginning. Monsters.

I touched the skin of my cheek, watching as I tilted my head to the side as I stared into my reflection that showed in the puddle on the ground. The blood dripped down my chin as my tongue slipped out to lick the remaining blood off of my pale lips. This was what he warned me about when I was human, this was the desire every newborn craved. My throat burned for more blood, as if nails were scratching inside of it. I could still smell the dripping blood from the woman's body that lay helplessly on the ground next to me.

I heard the man cry under Cameron's gripped until it was completely silent, the only thing my defined ears could hear was the blood seeping from the man's neck and drenching into Cameron's venom-filled mouth. The woman next to me was dead, but there was blood still flowing in her body and as Cameron had finally realized it, he leaped forward but I had quickly found myself crouching over the woman, snarling through my teeth as a warning. Cameron back off, hissing at me as he did so, his eyes burning with crimson.

I had finally looked back down at the innocent woman, looking at the disaster I have caused. She was helpless, naïve and had no idea that a blood thirsty Vampire would bring death upon her on this unfaithful night. But no matter how guilty I truly felt, it just couldn't take away the burning sensation in my throat. I knew I had become a monster, but the smell of the blood ran through my nostrils again, and I had quickly leant my head down, continuing my animalistic feast.

"Zoe. The blood is gone." Cameron growled as I sucked harder on the empty body, hoping for one last drop of blood. I felt my teeth grit as I pulled away, slamming the body onto the floor as I jolted up, "Come on. We have to do this." He said, slinging the mans body over his shoulder with ease. I sighed softly as I repeated his gesture but instead with the woman.

I followed his lead and to the empty barn yard. It was completely deserted, and I could hear the fast tires against the road only miles away, "Come on, hurry up!" Cameron yelled as he threw the man's dead body in the middle of the barn. I paused for a moment as I looked back at him, shaking my head, "Zoe, come on!" He growled. I thought about what I was doing, why we were doing this. All for our families sake. Our friends who loved us dearly. I felt the body being ripped from my grip as Cameron flung it forward, his hands then pressing against my shoulders, "They are almost here! Hurry up!" He pushed me out of the barn, and I could clearly hear the match running against the side of the box, a crackling noise producing as Cameron then threw it to the barn and near the oil cans. It instantly caught on fire, the two bodies burning at our sight.

This was our suicide. Those two innocent humans burning for us. Death is so ungrateful. So sudden. I should know. I should have stopped this when I began writing our fake suicide note, leading the FBI to the barn. The sirens became louder, but I stood still, watching the defined blue and orange flames flowing around the barn, "C'mon." Cameron said, gripping my shoulder, "Let's go."

October 24th 2016 12:00 PM

"I still can't believe we are doing this." Cameron bellowed as we entered into the school buildings at least four hours late then the actual time we were suppose to be there.

"Oh stop. Don't you see the good in this? Take a look around. We can finally be normal." I sucked in a deep breath, smelling all the scents of the people in the classrooms.

"Normal? We are two Vampires who are doing something completely stupid! And I'm even stupider for agreeing to this!" He argued. I shook my head as I let in a deep breath.

"It will be fine." I said as we neared to the office doors, "Everything will be great." I found the truth in my own words as we opened the doors of the office. A man stood at a desk as he typed away onto his computer, his hazel eyes looking up from his glasses, his breathing beginning to increase as he caught the sight of me. I never did look in the mirror that much since I was changed, I was always disgusted at what I had become, but people always seemed to be impressed by my looks. I just couldn't understand it.

"Hi." I said to him as I set my elbows onto the counter of the desk, my smile bright and welcoming and not as evil as other people had seen it, "I'm Zoe Carson. And this is my brother Cameron. We are new here."

"Fashionably late." He cleared his throat, his breathing beginning to settle again, "We have some paper work for you to sign that your Aunt has faxed to us." He said as he held out the paper. I saw the forged signature of my fake aunt, my lips pressing together as I hid my smirk. I did well at forging the signature. I was very proud of myself. I grabbed a pen, running my completely different signature on the paper, then sliding it towards him. He pulled out a few books, and slid them in my direction, "I read somewhere in the paperwork that you two are twins?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at both of us.

"Fraternal." Cameron spat out before I could as if he was ashamed to be called my brother. I growled softly so only he could hear, my eyes glaring right at him.

"Well, here you go. Both of your books for your whole Junior year. And on top of that are your schedules. You are both in lunch right now." He said, watching as we both grabbed our books, "Enjoy your first day."

"Thank you." I smiled and if my heart could beat, it would be thumping.

"What if something goes wrong?" Cameron asked as we walked out of the office and down the hallway, "What if I am weak?"

"Then leave." I said as I shook my head, "It's not that hard to figure out. If you think you are on the verge of breaking down, then get out."

"I hope you know, I am doing this for you." I sneered. I smiled as I nodded my head.

"And I thank you for it. But trust me, you will love me for this." I said as we began to walk towards the cafeteria, hearing the busy chatters going on in the cafeteria, "We won't have to worry about hiding." I said as we neared the door.

"Get a smell of that." He said as I could smell the blood flowing underneath the skin of many teenagers that sat around innocently at their tables. He took yet another breath, pretending as if he was getting ready to gag, "That food…" He shuddered.

"Stop breathing." I said, following my own advice. I listened as his breathing stopped as well, as I nodded my head, "We'll be fine." I smiled weakly, "Let's just act normal. Alright?" We stopped at the door, my smile bright and excited.

He raised his eyebrow in a questionable manor, my eyes rolling as I pressed my hands against the doorknob, opening the doors to watch many eyes look up in complete and utter shock. Their pupils were wide and their jaws were dropped as we began to walk by the many round tables. We stood confident as we walked elegantly, and I knew exactly what everyone was thinking. They were surprised by us and our deep beauty. Guys went wild for me, and the girls fumed with jealousy. And the girls were swooned by Cameron, and the guys craved to look like him. I brushed my blonde hair behind my shoulder, hearing the many sighs of the men who wanted to be with me, and the grumbles of the girls who wanted to be me. We neared to the end of the lunch line, both of us still standing in our place once we had stopped, our eyes staying disconnected from everyone who stared.

"No way." A familiar, jealous voice whispered.

"Dude, he wasn't kidding!" A bulky voice said along with a laugh.

"We've got company." Cameron said as his gaze fell over to the corner of the room, "Looks like you're not the only one with that dumb idea."

I looked back at the five pale figures in the corner of the room. Four of the faces were familiar, but one was not. She had bronze hair, and I could see the blush under her pale skin of her cheek. I smelt no blood though. There was no blood. They were all sitting, with full plates in front of them as they all stared back at both Cameron and I. I let all my senses go, taking in the scent of them. They were different then the humans, not as delightful to my nostrils. But the smell that hit me next was unbelievable. I recognized it, but it was ten times better. I heard the doorknob turning as the two new figures entered into the cafeteria. They were a beautiful couple, their hands laced together as they stood in the doorway. But no matter how gorgeous the girl may have been, he still caught my eye. He hasn't changed, not even one bit. He was still as beautiful, still as complex as he always was. His eyebrows furrowed as we watched closely, and it didn't take long for our Golden eyes to reflect each other. And I could even see his lips even turned slightly up. A smile? No. It looked too painful to be a smile. But the familiar face caused those butterflies to flap inside of my stomach, causing it to flip many times. I haven't felt this way for years, for six years to be exact. The last time I saw his face, the emotion he showed was completely unbelievable. He was shocked, surprised, and I could sense he felt guilty.

I paced around the woods, my hands shaking at my sides as I could hear the relentless cries from my mother who was only a few feet away in the church. I smelt the blood that was running underneath everyone's skin, but I had to ignore it. I had to ignore it all. They were here for me, they were here to mourn my death. If only they knew what I truly was…

I finally looked back at the dark church, my eyes wanting to produce tears but that just wasn't possible. I sobbed softly as I could hear the cries of my family, the cries of my friends from school. I pressed my back against a tree trunk, as I sighed softly to myself, feeling the small sprinkles of water drip over me the fell from the sky. The cries were almost unbearable to listen to, and I could not do it anymore. I finally lifted from the tree trunk, making my way deeper into the forest.

The cries were faint now, like a small whisper. I knew more people were coming in, mourning my 'death'. If I could just walk in there and tell them that I was here, I wasn't dead I would do it in a heartbeat. But for the sake of 'my kind' I had to keep all of this a secret. I blocked out the small cries as I paced around in a circle around the open area of the woods, my knees almost buckling under me as I dropped to the ground. The rain poured harder, but I didn't have to worry about getting sick this time. I was immortal. Nothing could kill me besides my own kind. My back pressed against the wetness of the soggy ground, my eyes closing as I felt the raindrops. I wonder if Edward knew. I wonder what he would do if he found out. I wonder if he misses me.

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I paced around the forest once again, knowing that my funeral was near coming to an end. I sighed softly, still blocking out anything from the church. My fingers gently pressed against my hips as I thought about what to do next. I had the thoughts of going back, of watching what was going on, seeing who was there and who was not there. People can not watch their own funeral. I have been gifted with this hellish curse that I can see what's going on. But what if I did go back? What if I couldn't handle myself? They would all be outside, drenching in rain, the smell almost unbearable to resist. I could smell them all right now, including my mother. What a gruesome thing to think about. Killing and sucking the blood of your own mother, the one who gave birth to you. I truly was a monster as I felt the venom rush against my lips.

"No, No!" I grumbled under my breath as I shook my head. I refuse to have thoughts of killing my own mother, "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" I growled as I shook my head, completely disgusted with myself. I groaned as I pressed my hands against my forehead, but quickly leaned down to grab a rock, throwing it almost a hundred feet into the air.

I then heard swishing coming from the woods, a pair of feet running against the cold ground. It was too fast to be a human, and this is where I needed to be defensive. I quickly crouched down, my senses all in tune as I listened carefully. The feet stopped, and there was nothing. I kept my guard up as I watched closely, huffing softly to myself. I let out a loud warning growl to keep the intruder away. It wasn't long after that until I heard the hissing coming from the tree, my body flinging around as I looked up at the top of the tree. I crouched low, jumping off into the other direction, not giving a care in the world to who it was. I ran. I ran as fast as I could, darting through the trees to avoid any kinds of fight. I could hear them running behind me, and whoever it was, was catching up fast. I heard his snarls, and a weight against my back as I tumbled to the floor, but we continued to roll down the steep hill, my growls ripping through my throat. I felt his hands against my shoulders, but I was quick enough to tug them away, pushing my hand against his chest as we finally stopped rolling, my body on top of his as I pinned him onto the ground as I bared my teeth.

My world had turned into a slow motion once again as I gazed upon his beautiful face. I had finally recognized that this was no stranger, and in fact he was the complete opposite of a stranger. Edward looked at me as if his prayers had been answered, but yet he was still confused. I could feel his hands against my shoulders as we continued to stare for that short part of time. The memories filled my head, my still heart wanting to thump like it use to. Any other time I would embrace him with a hug, tell him how much I have missed him. But not now. I couldn't. I was too embarrassed to show this new face of mine, this new body. I wasn't ready to see him again. It was too soon.

I quickly jumped back, slowly walking backwards as my eyes were still wide, "Zoe…" He was up, and already reaching for me. I began to panic as I quickly shook my head, using my power as I focused on his body, throwing my arm to the side as I watched his body being thrown to the complete opposite side of me. He slammed into a tree, and my eyes quickly widened even more from what I had done. I gasped but a part of my body almost forced me forward, but the other part forcing me back. I followed one part, running away as fast as I could. I wasn't ready for this. I couldn't face him. Not now. Not like this.

"You think they are a threat?" Cameron asked. I ignored him as I continued to stare at the piece of my heart that has been missing for the past six years.

"Come on." Bella whispered into his ear but not seductively, and more in a comforting way. She could sense he was troubled at this moment, as could I. Edward was bewildered at the picture in front of him, but he followed his wife as she tugged on his arm, walking him over and towards the corner of the table.

"Zoe?" Cameron asked as he nudged my shoulder. I looked away, too pained to look at Edward anymore.

I quickly shook my head as I let out a soft breath, "No." I said as I looked down at my empty tray, pushing it forward as the line continued.

xxxx

I didn't mind the stares from other people in the hallway as I walked down it. It almost made me feel somewhat, dare I say it, famous? I wouldn't say vapid, but I surely did get a kick out of what these people were making a fuss about. But no matter how much I may enjoy this weird attention, I still haven't gotten over the fact that the Cullen's were currently residing in this school. Out of all schools, they had to be in this one? I groaned at the thought, rolling my eyes as I turned into the doors of my last class, Art. Just the year before I left for New York. I couldn't help but feel giddy inside about going into this class. I could already sense it would be my favorite class. As I walked in, I noticed most eyes were on me. The attention now was slightly awkward as everyone stopped what they were doing.

I walked down the somewhat medium sized room, finding my own seat in the back at the square table. I bit down onto my hard lip as I looked around at the different art pieces of the room. They weren't as colorful as the ones in Mrs. Ludlow's classes but they weren't horrible. I sighed softly as I popped my lips, gazing over the different people.

"I heard she got kicked out of her old school…" A girl said from the front of the room. She was speaking to her friend about me, "And her brother had gotten sent to jail once." Of course, the teenagers were already starting rumors. How typical. I rolled my eyes as I looked away.

I was surprised that the smells of the humans haven't gotten to me yet. Of course, I trusted myself in not attacking since I had six years of practice but I haven't even flinched yet. Of course, the smell will always burn at my throat but it has not gotten to the extent to where I had to hold my breath. I had a good feeling about all of this. This idea was a great one. And I have confidence in Cameron; he was much stronger than he gave himself credit for. The feeling that rushed through my cold, still body made me feel somewhat frivolous but that feeling instantly dropped as I could distinctly hear the footsteps entering into the room. Edward walked in, his dark blue sweater hugging his defined body as he held what looked like a sketch book in his hand that rested at his side. I rolled my eyes, quickly darting my eyes down as I listened to his breath that was released from his lips once he had laid his eyes on me. He wasn't alone either. I lifted my head as I noticed the strange girl at his side. She grabbed his arm, the color of their skin almost exact. Her deep brown eyes were almost enticing to look at as she stared directly at me. What was he doing with this…Creature? And why did she remind me so much of him? Besides her brown eyes, she shared the same color hair that he did, but hers flowed down elegantly to her chest in curls, somewhat like mine but with a bronze color. I've never seen anything like her before. She wasn't human. But she didn't look like a complete Vampire.

I then ignored her as I watched Edward break his eye contact with me and then down at my neck. Surly he would have noticed the necklace he had given me almost eight years ago that hung against my chest. The sapphire blue diamond was even more radiant against my pale skin as the diamond shimmered. He broke complete eye contact as they moved to the corner of the table in the back that was completely opposite from mine. I remembered the beating of my heart when he was in the same room, when I looked upon his face. I remember it all. I remember when I was human. I couldn't help but smile as I thought of the things he did to me. I would always blush, and sometimes even stumble on words because I was completely in a trance from his beauty. I tapped my fingers against the table, with the rhythm of what my human heart would beat at. But the heart in my chest didn't move, and it almost pained me to think about it.

"Yes," It was the first time I had heard his voice since six years, and it was like a honey filled river that flowed out of his tongue. His voice hasn't even changed. And I'm glad. He was completely perfect the way he was, "…That's her." He trailed off as he spoke to the young girl.

I furrowed my perfectly shaped eyebrows as I pressed my fingers to my necklace as my head gently tilted to the side. I couldn't deny the fact that I had missed him though. This wasn't what I expected when I ran into him again. I actually thought I would never see him again. Fate had kept us apart, but has it brought us back together? I wish it made up its damn mind, because I hated the years without him. I survived, but barely. I couldn't help but look over at him, watching him as he pressed his pen against the paper. I could hear it running around the sheet of paper. I wasn't too concerned at what he was doing though. The fact that he was only a few feet away from me is what grasped my attention. I couldn't help but laugh as I thought of the first time we had met. I shook my head, looking back down at the table as I sucked in a deep breath.

I heard footsteps coming towards me, and my first reaction was the thought of Taylor, the quarterback of the football team, who's had a crush on me ever since we met in kindergarten. I rolled my eyes at the thought, letting out a frustrated sigh. But to my surprise, the person who was coming my way stopped behind me, tapping me on the shoulder. I slowly turned my shoulders so my head could move with it, my eyes trailing up the beautiful man who stood before me. I was at loss of words as he showed off a smile, handing me something. I glanced down to take a break from his face, seeing he held a book in his hands.

"I think you dropped this when I accidentally ran into you yesterday." He said. His voice like a stream of velvet that ran right through my mind. I was speechless for a moment as I slowly grabbed the book. I chuckled softly as I thought in my mind of what to say now, my eyes glancing down at the book. It was the book 'Othello' that I was reading in my free time.

"Thank you." I was at disbelief that I actually got those words out of my mouth so clearly.

"That's a very good book." He said in response. By his reaction from this morning, I thought he would have just left after me saying thank you.

"Yes, one of my favorites." I managed to get out.

"Well, certainly one of William Shakespeare's best written."

"I agree." I agree? I mean I certainly did, but that could have ended our conversation right there. What simple words. I should have said something else, asked him if he liked any other of Shakespeare's writings. But no, I had to just say 'I agree.' I'm so incredibly stupid.

"I don't think I have introduced myself yet. I'm Edward." He had replied in a very low tone, but in it was interest. I was confused for a moment, but didn't let it control all of me.

"Zoe." I said through my lips. It seemed as if he already knew as he nodded his head, glancing down at the large desk I sat at, without anyone sitting beside me.

"Do you mind if I sit?" He asked. How could I refuse? All I knew at the moment was I was at a loss of words. I shook my head though, pushing my bag over to the other side so he had room. He swiftly pulled the chair from under the table, sitting down onto it as he clasped his hands together.

"Your new here, right?" What? Did I really just say that? Am I really doing this? I would never have the guts to start off a conversation with a guy of such beauty like his.

"Yes, I am." He said, very simply.

"How do you like it here so far?"

"It's alright. Very cloudy, and rainy."

"Your going to have to get used to that. It's always like that here."

He chuckled softly as he nodded his head at my comment.

"Well, I don't mind it much. I actually don't mind it at all. I enjoy the clouds, and the rain." He said between his lips. It was silent for a moment, and that was probably my doing, just because I was in a complete trance from his eyes. They were golden, which only stood out even more with his pale skin. I've seen these eyes before, but not so close. This inspired me to sketch his beautiful outlined face, but I had to resist the urge.

"My favorite part of the day is the rain." My voice slightly cracked, but I couldn't help but smile with a shrug.

"I see." He said as he gazed at my face, and then his eyes darted down to my sketch book, "Are you an artist?" His voice thrilled in my ear, and I quickly let out a small giggle as I nodded my head.

"Yes." I said as I bit down onto my bottom lip.

"I'm very big on art. Not that I can do it, but I enjoy looking at it. Do you mind?" He asked as he held his large white hands out in front of me. I quickly shook my head instinctively, but my arms almost lifted out. I couldn't believe what was coming over me. I set the sketchbook in his hands as I could immediately feel my cheeks run red. Edward had swiftly moved from page to page, looking at each sketch. I watched as his eyes widened with what looked like amazement. I then had looked down at the sketch book, seeing which page he was on, my cheeks turning even more red than before as I quickly looked away.

"I wish you didn't say that." I said quietly to myself, knowing that he could have not heard.

"I like this one." He muttered, my eyes now back at him in completely sympathy, "You have a very strong, creative talent here Zoe. And this shows it."

I quickly rolled my eyes as I then smiled to myself, shrugging my shoulders, "Thank you. That drawing was kind of during my…My depression period, so to say. Drawing helps me release stress. And drawing what I am feeling at the moment always tends to make me feel better." I shrugged after my comment. He hand gently handed the book back to me, and I quickly shut it to the cover. It became silent, and slightly even awkward. I felt my breathing increase as I watched him stare at me, his golden eyes just burning with zeal. I studied his face, tilting my head to the side as I noticed him twitch. His smile was bright, and I couldn't help but blush once again. Curse my red cheeks.

"Can I ask you something, Zoe?" He bluntly asked. I nodded my head as I set my sketch book to the side,"Do you happen to know anyone name Bella?" He questioned. I thought about it for a moment, but the name did not register. I shook my head.

"No, I don't. Why?"

"It's nothing. Forget about it." He quickly said. I pressed my lips into a hard line as I nodded my head.

"Can I ask you a question?" I asked confidently.

"Yes, you may."

"Where are you from?"

"Forks, Washington."

"Why did you move?"

"My father had a better job offer here."

"He's a surgeon, right?"

"A doctor."

"Another question…"

"You seem to have a lot, but yes. Continue."

"Is he your adoptive father?"

"Yes."

"Oh." I said through my lips.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Question or questions?"

"Questions."

"Yes."

"The boy you were with earlier, is that your brother?"

"Yes."

"How many siblings do you have?"

"Four."

"Large family."

"You have no idea. But don't you have four siblings too?"

"Why yes, I do. Have you been doing research on me?" He laughed through his perfect pale lips.

"I just heard about it. Your family is the talk of the town."

"Really now?"

"Mhm. But every time someone moves here, they always are."

"We aren't that interesting." He admitted.

"I'm sure you are." I smirked. I had then felt a breeze catch the back of my neck, sending a chill down my spine. I quickly shrugged it off. I looked back at Edward and noticed something slightly off. His eyes were black. Pitch black. Like an eclipse covering the sun, his eyes turned hard. I felt my heart race pumping as he swiftly got up from the chair, leaving and heading back to his seat. My eyes didn't follow. Not only was I confused, but I was lost.

I placed with the diamond necklace, letting it fumble around my neck as I ignored the teacher who was talking about the color wheel, things I already knew about. I was enjoying my trip down memory lane, my lips pressing together to hide the smile that was hinting at them.

I laid on my bed, my head spinning in circles though I only stared at one spot on my ceiling. My fingers intertwined with each other as they laid upon my stomach, my eyes closing as my thumb tapped against the fabric of the shirt I wore.

And at that time, I heard my window creak open, footsteps inaudible but I could hear them stepping around my bed, and towards my desk. I knew exactly who this was, and I knew exactly what he thought I was doing.

"Don't you usually wait till I'm asleep?" I kept my eyes closed, but my eyebrows rose in curiosity. I heard his chuckle rumble through his chest as it turned slowly into a small breath. He didn't say anything, but I did hear him place something onto my desk as it made a light thud. I opened one eye to see him leaning against the small desk with an object in his hand which the end of it sat against the desk. I slowly stood up, opening both eyes as I sat at the edge of the bed my eyes widening to the item in his hand.

I slowly got up from the bed, watching him lift it up as he handed it towards me. I wrapped my fingers around the edge of it, my eyes studying each part in disbelief. My free hand sat against the painting, as my fingertips slowly fell down it, my eyes still in awe.

"Ho-How did you?" I stopped quickly, making it sound sharp as my eyes quickly glared up at him, a smirk quirking at my lips. "That was you! I knew it!" I yelled, but quickly lowered my voice, knowing that my siblings were just in another room, asleep. "Edward…" My voice became weak as I glanced down at it, sighing softly as I handed it back to him. "I can't take this."

"Why not?" His voice shot back, straining in slight pain.

"Edward, it was sixty dollars." I whispered, holding it out for him. He shook his head, his body standing up right as he pressed his palm against the top of the frame, pushing it back.

"Don't worry about the money, Zoe." His voice was sincere and honest. But still, I couldn't take this kind of present for no reason. I shook my head, slightly guilty that he actually went out and got it for me. "Would you just take it?" He asked, his eyes filling with earnestness. "I got this. For you. I saw the look on your face when you first saw it. And then the pain in your eyes when you couldn't have it." His voice became low and somewhat depressed. I laughed softly through my teeth as I shrugged.

"It's just a painting Edward. I wasn't really hurt that I couldn't have it. I just didn't have enough money."

"Still. The pain that washed through you. I couldn't bare to see it." His whisper was soft but hoarse. His eyes flooded with emotion, and I could tell right then and there that Edward Cullen was honestly upset to see me upset. And by what? The smallest thing that could ever happen. I know knew that Edward Cullen did care. The major mood swings her presented in front of me were just certain emotions. I know knew that Edward Cullen couldn't bare to see me distressed. But in the back of my mind, I still knew there was a story, a reason for why he was like this. My eyes traveled from the painting and to him, which I soon found out was a big mistake. I took in a sharp, quick breath as my eyes overlooked every distinct object on his face. From his cheek bone to his Golden hazing eyes.

"Why?" Was all I could get out with a faint whisper. And at the moment, I felt my heart jump in its place. His cold, icy hand reached for mine as his eyes burned through my own.

"Why what?" His voice hinted in curiosity as he tilted his head.

I stayed frozen as I continued to gaze over his face, and every single perfect detail of it. My hand started to feel as if it was sitting in a box of ice. My body slightly shivered as my lip trembled. It wasn't a hint for him to let me go, but he took it that way as he pulled away, his chin falling down as his hand ran behind him. My heart felt as if it blown up when his eyes disconnected with mine, the explosion leaving an empty hole in the middle of my heart. I took a step forward, letting out a small breath as I placed my index finger against his chin, slowly lifting it up as his eyes became visible again. The hole in my heart was filled with ice that I now found out would forever remain there.

"Your face burns with secrets." I whispered softly to him, "Sometimes, its better when you let them out." He quickly looked away, as if a dagger ran straight through his eyes. I pulled my hand down, taking a sharp breath as I placed it onto his shoulder, which was just as hard and cold as every other place on his body. "Edward. Is it alright if I consider you my best friend?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" He shot back as his eyes glared back at me. My heart jumped for a moment, but this time not in a joyful way. I let down a gulp as I slowly shrugged, running my hands through my hair as I sighed softly.

"There's a story behind it. On why I feel this way."

"I'm all ears." A smile spread through his lips as he made his way to the edge of my bed, sitting against it as he clasped his hands together. I made my way around the room, grabbing a latch to place on the back of the painting.

"Ever since the first day of school two weeks ago, when I found you staring at me from across the parking lot, I knew that you were always… Somewhat… Like a… Angel. I always found you catching me at the right times, as if you were watching me for trouble. You made sure nothing happened to me." I said as I ran my hand around the black wall, finding the small hook that resided for another painting. I gently set the latch against the hook taking a small step back to glance over its beauty. I glanced back at him, leaning against a space against the wall. "I think its safe to say that my family rarely does that for me. I'm the one who does that for them." I chuckled softly, glancing down at my hands as I played around with my fingers. "The last time someone has really looked out for me was when… Austin was alive." I took in a deep breath, trying to keep cool and not get too emotional in front of him. "He was my Guardian Angel. And it sucks when life takes those things away from you." I nodded slowly, letting it come out as a whisper. "But it feels better now that I know someone is watching over me." I nodded slowly, glancing up at him. He was studying ever bit of my face, his eyes narrowing in slight puzzlement but he quickly shook his head, letting out a soft laugh.

"I'm no Angel Zoe." His voice was a slight whisper as he nodded, agreeing with himself.

"I beg to differ."

"You don't know what I have done in my lifetime."

"In your seventeen years? I'm sure its not worthy of saying your no Angel."

"Zoe. You.." He stopped in mid sentence, letting out a deep breath to regain his cool. "Just… Trust me."

"I do trust you. And every fiber in my bone, and every aspect of my soul believes that you are as close to an Angel that I will ever get." I said softly through my trembling lips. Edward glanced away, and looked out the window, letting out a breath of air. I could already tell by the look of his face he was denying every single bit.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Zoe." He stood up from the bed, making his way to the window. My body seemed still, but in my head I knew all I wanted to do was run to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and embracing him with the contact I have been craving ever since I laid eyes on him.

But, I slowly nodded watching him disappear in the dark.

"Don't forget to shade…" The teacher said, interrupting my mind. I looked up at the arrangement of flowers she had on the front table, and I had quickly got the picture when people had began to sketch the purple vase and the colorful flowers that hung over them. I reached into my backpack, grabbing one of the few sketchbooks I had, pulling it out to open to the first page. Not only did I realize that this was one of my sketchbooks from years ago, but the front page had a completed sketch of Bella. The memory was vivid, but I remember drawing it before I had gone to my father's boss's party where little did I know, was the first time I would meet Bella. I thought back to earlier today in the cafeteria, and remembering what Bella had looked like in her Vampire form. I was too concerned about Edward, that I had totally forgotten about her. I could catch a glimpse of her in my mind, her skin more pale than what it had been before. Her eyes were Gold like the rest of them, and her body was more defined. It was all I expected Bella would look like. But only ten times more beautiful. And then I thought of her in her human form, and the first time where I met the girl who had became between Edward and I. Or should I reverse that? I shouldn't blame Bella. She had him first. I of course was just the replacement.

I leaned against the wall, looking completely normal as possible as I scanned the table of the men and woman who sat at it. A few boy's who looked similar to Jacob, including Seth who I had encountered earlier. Jacob sat down, his arm wrapping around a girl who sat next to him. I couldn't make out her face but she quickly shrugged her shoulders, causing Jacob's hand to fall off of it.

I took a few steps closer, my eyes scanning her face. And that's when I put two and two together.

That was Bella.

The night had continued on, and I watched Bella as closely as I could. How could she have been so close, and Edward not even try to get her back? Something was wrong here.

Jacob had tried to get close to her, but she made sure she was as far away from him as possible. Her eyes continued to roll at the comments he had made, and her face looked familiar to me. Not that I had seen her before, but that I had seen that expression before. It was full of pain and sorrow. Her eyes sparkled with guilt as she rubbed her arm slowly.

"Zoe." My dad said from behind me, causing me to jump as I turned around.

"Yeah dad?" My voice was a bit crackly but I cleared my throat, my eyes now paying attention to my father.

"Your mother and I are going to speak with my boss. Then we can get out of here. Are you ready?" He asked.

"Yeah." I nodded, walking past him to take a final glance at Bella.

I decided to wait for my parent's and siblings outside, sitting myself at the edge of a large circled fountain. I pulled out my sketchbook as my foot tapped against the gravel. I had to get my mind off the fact that I was only a few feet away from Edward's soul mate. How was I going to explain this to him?

"No, Jake. Just leave me alone!" A voice cried out. My head looked up as I noticed Bella clutching away from Jacob, whose face was filled with anger.

"What has been your problem lately?" He shot at her, his eyebrows furrowing. I didn't want it to seem like I was spying, but I couldn't look away.

"I don't know!" She screamed with guilt, pulling away from his hands again.

"Is it him?" His voice was a growl as I could tell her face was pained. I gulped instantly at the word him, but I managed to look away for just a second.

"You know I don't even talk to him anymore. And I did that for you. So when I ask for space, just please, give it to me." She begged.

"Fine." Jacob grunted, turning himself around as he stalked off. I glanced up, noticing Bella walking in my direction. I froze immediately. What should I say, what should I do? Should I even say something? Should I tell her that I know her? No. Yes. I'm so confused!

And then I glanced up, hearing the footsteps walk to the other side of the fountain. I had to say something. Her eyes welled up in tears and she quickly hid them with her hands.

I have to do the responsible thing, and I knew that. I slipped my sketchbook into my bag as I stepped up from the fountain. I heard a sniff coming from her, and my steps were quiet as I confronted her.

"Tough Night?" I asked. Not the best way to start a conversation, but at least I did it.

Her head shot up as her cheeks turned red, her fingers wiping at them as she brushed away the tears. She nodded, her brown eyes staring up at me in inquisitiveness.

"Yeah." Was all she said before looking back down at the ground. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. But something made me stay.

"Would you like to talk about it?" I asked. She looked up at me in disgust as she shook her head.

"I don't even know you." She lashed at me. I took the hit but recovered from the damage quickly.

"Sometimes it's easier to talk to a stranger rather than someone you know." I shrugged, noticing her expression filled with anger. I sucked in a deep breath and blew it out, "Fine. Sorry." I took a step away, facing my back to her as I started to step off.

"How much did you hear?" She asked, her voice a bit louder. I turned around, my hands gripping at my bag.

"Enough to know that you could be treated better than that." I gestured towards the spot her and Jacob had argued at.

She chuckled softly, nodding her head as she sniffed back the tears, "Isn't that the truth."

"Why do you put up with it then?" I shrugged as I walked to her.

"It's…Complicated." She said. I wanted to spill everything, but kept a tight grip around it. Anything she may say probably would have no affect on me at all.

"Try me." I sat back down, this time, next to her.

"I don't know." She paused for a moment, her eyes up at the dark sky, "Have you ever made a choice that you knew could change your life for better or the worse, thinking it would be for the better, but only finding out that it had turned out for the worst?" I knew exactly what she was talking about, but I couldn't let her know that. How would that even come up in the conversation?

"Not really. But continue…" I encouraged.

"It's so complicated, yet so simple. I should have followed my heart, should of listened to what I wanted. But I just had to do what was best for other people." Her voice was cracking, "Why am I even talking about this to a complete stranger?" Her voice was filled with sorrow, but a weak laugh rolled from her lips as if she was laughing at herself.

"Well, why don't you just change things around?" I asked curiously.

"It's not that simple. The mistake I made is something I probably can never correct." Her voice was heartbroken. If she wanted Edward back, why wouldn't she just go back to him? He's waiting for her with open arms. I should know.

"You can always correct your mistakes. Or learn from them." I paused in between my sentence, "Just out of curiosity…" No curiosity at all, "Does this happened to be about a guy?"

Her eyes widened in shock as if she thought I had read her mind.

"I-I. I mean… Yeah." She stammered.

"Go with your gut feeling." I didn't want to press too much onto the subject, but maybe if I dropped the hint that Edward is waiting for her, she'll go back to him And he'll be happy again. I mean, it pains me to know I'm not the one who's making him happy, but if someone else is than I am all up for it.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Honey!" My mom screamed at me from across the side walk, "Time to go!" I smiled over at Bella, my stomach twisting in knots.

"Go with your first choice. I'm sure he's waiting for you." I'm sure he is waiting for you. Her eyes widened and her brown eyes sparkled from the water of the fountain, "Just think about it." I said to her, standing up to flaunt one last smile. That should be enough hints, right?

xxxx

I pulled my hair up into a messy bun, thinking about what had happened to me only an hour ago. I sighed softly as I stepped out of my bathroom, a dark figure flashing in front of me as a body laid still on my bed.

"You're looking beautiful this evening." His velvet voice said to me. I almost melted at the sight of his pale skin sparkling from the moonlight. I smiled weakly as I nodded, looking down at my dress.

"Thanks." I commented back, walking to my dresser as I pulled out a tank top and a pair of shorts.

"Did you have fun?" Edward asked, his body raising from my bed.

"It was… Eventful." I said, walking to my bathroom, closing the door behind me. I switched into my pajama's, taking my time.

It was painful to even think about telling Edward about my encounter with Bella. But it was even more painful to not tell him. She was all he wanted. And I could tell him that he was the only thing on her mind, and probably has been since the day she left.

You'll never amount to what Bella was to him. The only reason he is giving you the time of day is because you remind him of her. To him, you're just a replacement.

Rosalie's speech ran through my head and I got shivers from the thought. What if she was right? What if I told Edward that Bella was still in love with him, regretting every minute of her life that she chose Jacob? What would he do? Probably send me as a messenger to receive her.

I opened the door, walking to my closet as I hung my dress up, my almost tearful eyes glancing back at him.

"What's wrong?" Edward's voice was instantly cautious as he was immediately in front of me, his cold hands at my shoulders. I looked up into his golden eyes, my mind pulling in different directions.

And if she does come back, I'm more than a hundred percent sure he'll never look in your direction again.

Her voice echoed in my mind and I sucked up the pain, hiding it as well as I could.

"Nothing. Nothing." I paused, pulling away from his grip, "I'm just tired. That's all." I immediately felt a jolt of guilt that rested in the pit of my stomach. I walked to my bed, grabbing my blanket as I crawled underneath it, leaning over to turn off my lamp.

"Zoe." His voice called out to me. My eyes were already closed, but I could feel his icy thumb run along my cheek, "What's the matter? Please. It's hard enough that I can't hear your thoughts." He grabbed my hand, pulling it up to his lips as he placed a kiss on my palm. All friendly, of course. Just like it always is.

He froze, and I could feel his body tensing, my head looking over my shoulder as I noticed his jaw tensing up.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"You smell like dog." He shot, his voice filled with anger. His eyes blazed gold now as they were glaring into mine, "Who were you with tonight?" He asked calmly, but I could hear the tension in his voice.

"I don't have any idea what you are talking about." I pulled my hand away, pushing the covers off my body as I sat up, placing my hand in my lap.

"You are lying through your teeth." His lips were hard and his hands were clenched to his side.

"I met this guy name Seth…" I blurted out, rolling my eyes.

"Oh." He said, pausing for a moment, "Seth Clearwater." It wasn't a question. I shrugged, as I looked back at him.

"I don't know. I guess…" I stammered.

"Was anyone else there?" He was simply curious. I couldn't lash back at him for this.

"I mean, a lot of people were there." I noted, letting out a soft sigh as I paused, "No one I really knew…" That wasn't a lie. I really didn't know Jacob or Bella. In fact I had just met Bella.

"Alright. Please forgive me for lashing out like that. My apologies." He added, his head lowering. I shook mine, letting out a soft sigh, the guilt raging through my body.

"It's fine. And I'm sorry too. I just need rest." I commented, laying myself back down.

"Would you like me to leave?" He asked innocently. I gasped, reaching my hand to wrap around his wrist, my eyes pleading.

"No. Please." I whimpered.

"Alright, Alright." His voice filled the room as his smile brightened my night, "I'll stay." I forced his large arm around my shoulder as I snuggled into his hard chest. My guilt subsided, but I knew it will be back to haunt me.

You should have told him. You realize you are just keeping him away from the one thing that will make him happy. And that's not you. That's Bella. So just tell him.

"Edward…" I croaked, my hand placing on his cold, hard chest.

"Shh." He hissed comfortingly at me, "Please rest." He encouraged.

There is always morning. At this rate, I will never want the sun to come back up, striking the next dreadful morning where I would have to possibly end this beautiful friendship. Losing me will only gain Bella for him. But, whatever makes him happy. Even if that risks me losing him forever.

I began to sketch the vase, my hands swiftly moving around the paper as the drawing almost came to life. My free hand pressed against under my cold chin as I sighed softly, my glances quickly turning to Edward. It was no surprise to catch him staring at me already, causing my eyes to flicker back down to the paper. What was this thing that he does to me? He constantly makes me feel I'm on top of the world, that we are the only ones standing here. He always made me feel this way. And I can't say I deny the feeling. But I simply love it.

I nodded as I took a step back, letting out a breath as I looked back at him, his Golden eyes sparkling from the river. I looked behind us to see a large boulder that looked harmless enough to sit on. I almost skipped my way towards it, sliding up as I sat elegantly on it.

Edward groaned slightly, causing me to tilt my head in confusion, "Please Zoe. Just tell me what you are thinking. It's killing me."

I giggled softly, covering my mouth as I finally nodded my head, "You really want to know?" I asked.

"Please." He noted, his voice sounding defeated.

It became silent for a moment as I gathered my words in my head, trying to put them in perfect order.

"You." I paused, my smile becoming slightly warmer, "And how handsome you look in the moonlight." It was what I was thinking. He looked exceptionally beautiful against the white moon.

"That's it?" He asked. I was stunned by his question, but nodded, "You seem to keep me at the center of your attention my dear one. Though only you should be the center of your attention."

"I can't help it." I shrugged, my playful side coming out.

"Well, you must try to think of yourself every once and awhile." He remarked.

"Please. And be like every other girl in the world? Only thinking about themselves?" I rolled my eyes, chuckling softly as I leaned back against the rock, closing my eyes. Edward had become silent, and I felt very relaxed against the cold rock. The sound's of the crickets and the other wildlife made it even more soothing, as well as the water only a few feet away from us.

Then I felt a cold brisk against my cheek, sending chills down my spine. I slowly opened my eyes, seeing Edward's face only inches from mine. I was not surprised, nor stunned. More welcoming and relaxed. The back of his fingers gently stroked against my cheek, causing me to let out a deep breath. Again with the physical contact. I so greatly wanted it, but didn't deserve it.

I slowly brought my hand up to Edward's glorious face, setting my palm against his cheek as I gently stroked my thumb against his cheek bone. His skin was so cold, but yet so exotic. He closed his eyes, as if he enjoyed the warmth of my touch against his iced skin. The moonlight reflected off his cheek, causing it to sparkle just a bit before the sun was cleared away by the gray clouds.

"Don't leave me" He whispered as if I was walking away. As if I was already gone. Edward so desperately wanted Bella back, and I could sense it. It made me feel even worse about not telling him my encounter with her the other day.

"I'm not going anywhere." I whispered back, trying to ease the mental pain away from him. My free hand brushed along the other side of his cheek, as I cupped both of them in my hands. His eyes continued to stay closed, but for the first time, Edward actually seemed relaxed. And this was all by my touch. How I could give this to him all the time if he wanted it. I studied his face once again, his emotions more clear now. He was soothed by my warmth, a small smile rolling around his lips. His eyes opened to reveal the bright, golden color.

Edward was now leaning down, further towards my face. My breath was being held and he calmly ran his fingers down my arm, his cold lips reaching my forehead. I closed my eyes, capturing this moment as one arm fell from his cheek, wrapping around his broad back. Edward pulled away, laying his perfect body next to mine, and in one swift move, Edward had taken off his gray coat, letting it fall onto me like a blanket. Now with my coat, and his coat on top of me, I felt slightly warmer. His arm wrapped around my shoulder, and my body nuzzled into his as my head tucked under his chin.

It was moments like these where I wish I could freeze time and stay here forever, never having to move. It was times like these where I wished that I was the only women in Edward's life. It seemed so horribly selfish, I know, and I hated myself for it. But I hated it even worse that I made myself come to this point, to where it would hurt too much if I lost him now.

The thoughts buzzed through my mind, and I quickly pushed them away as I nestled closer to Edward my eyes drifting close into this peaceful night.

The things Edward could do to me were unbelievable. They sensations that ran through my weak body were incredible, and I still couldn't believe that I remained in one piece. The mere thought of it sent chills down my spine, my lips forming a smile as I continued to shade in the flowers against my sketch book.

The song had switched to a much slower, passionate, tender song as the keys of the piano slowed down.

Edward had grasped the picture in my hand, setting it down and back into its place, quickly replacing the frame in my hand with his own. My heart began to skip numerous beats as the wind picked up from outside, the moonlight shining as well as the candle light. Edward pulled me to the center of the old room.

"What are you doing?" I asked in confusion. He remained silent as he switched my arms around, setting one around his neck, his arm at my waist and our free ones twined together. My cheeks ran red once his eyes were back at mine. I fluttered mine under my lashes as I felt him direct his feet to the rhythm of the piano keys, but we still stayed at one spot. I felt enough courage to look up back into his eyes without cowardly looking away again, but I underestimated myself. My cheeks fused red once again, but this time I could take my eyes off of his melted Golden ones. It was as if I was in some sort of trance from his sparkling eyes.

As the piano continued its quixotic song, I attempted to move in the rhythm that Edward was directing me too. I was never great at dancing, or any kind of dancing for that matter. As my feet directing me the wrong way, I slipped, but was caught by Edward who seemed to enjoy my faultiness as his smile brightened up his pale, beautiful face.

"Just follow me." He said elegantly as pulled me closer to him. Our chests were connected as my head was just below his chin. My heart fluttered hastily as I took down a big gulp at the physical attention Edward and I were encountering.

I had become more use to the song and its beat as I followed Edward's footsteps in the direct order. As I became more comfortable with his way of dancing, my eyes started to flutter restlessly as my head hung against his body, my cheek against his frozen shoulder. It was silent besides the creaking of the woods and the piano that played beautifully on the CD. I became content with the spot very quickly as I squeezed at Edward's hand, my eyes closing from the stimulating night Edward and I had with each other.

"Doubt that the stars are fire," Edward started to say in a soft, angelic voice, "Doubt that the sun doth move his aides," He paused for a moment to take a step to the side leading me there with him as our hands still connected with each other, "Doubt truth to be a liar," He silenced once again as his head tilted slightly as he whispered against my ear, "But never doubt I love." His words made me shiver at his reenactment of Shakespeare's written story of 'Hamlet', and the word 'Love' causing my heart to gain speed.

"What a wise man Shakespeare was." I noted as my eyes opened.

"Wise, but challenged." Edward continued, "His works always seem to be about wrenching heartbreaks, or the old tale of love."

"Challenged like you, Edward Cullen." I said, hearing him chuckle slightly from above me. I paused as my smile faded away, my nose pressing against the fabric of his shirt, "Love is such a complicated word." I said with a slight sigh.

It became silent once again, the music continuing to sway.

I smiled at the thought of his cold arms against my warm skin. I missed the physical attraction we held for each other. It was always secretive, hidden behind our smiles, but we knew it was there. I can even remember the taste of his lips when he kissed me for the second time, the time when it was for me. The time when I needed it the most. The time when we needed it the most.

I then heard the squealing of my old window, my heart beginning to pound as I knew that I wasn't the only one in this room. I slowly looked over my shoulder, seeing the beautiful body standing only a few feet away from me, in front of my opened window. I rose up from the stool, standing in place as gazed into the deep, golden eyes, watching as he studied me back. It was silent, and only the wind was hearable or at least to my ears. His body leaned forward as if he was about to crouch, but he stayed still, the only thing moving was his pale arms that reached out forward. I knew what he wanted. And it was me.

He began to slowly walk, as did I as I could feel my legs automatically moving faster, but his pace stayed the same. I raised my arms out as could finally feel the impact of his chest, our bodies meeting each other half way. It didn't take much for chills to run through my body as I felt his arms wrap vigorously around my waist, pulling me as close as I could without breaking my fragile body. I wrapped my arms around his cold neck, taking in his scent as he only breathed inches away from me. I could sense him getting closer, his head leaning in as I could then finally feel the tips of his lips skimming against my own. My heart began to race as I felt the physical attraction that was being displayed, and I only hoped he would stop beating around the bush and kiss me already. My thoughts of everything disappeared, and the only thing I was concerned about was the fact that this was right now and this was what was happening.

I had finally pressed my hand to the back of his neck, forcing him forward as I felt his lips completely and fully press against mine, the sexual tension just burning up inside of me as I felt his cold, icy lips. The feeling was unlike any other, and I could feel myself going limp just in his mere grasp. I gasped against his lips, but kept myself still as I felt him brush his lips against my own, allowing him to do whatever he pleased. His hands trailed up and down my sides, causing the chills to bounce around my body as the kiss became more intense and was all more like a need instead of a want. I could feel the tip of his cold tongue brushing along my bottom lip as the kiss became a desire. I've always wanted his lips against mine, but I've never felt the desire to need it. I was a mere string just dangling in his palms as I pulled away, but kept my lips close so I could take in a quick deep breath, letting the oxygen flow in my body once again.

"I've wanted to do that for a very long time." He whispered huskily as he pressed yet another kiss against my lips, this time not as strong but still held the right amount of passion in it. I set my hand against his cheek, keeping quiet as I tried to absorb this moment. It wasn't a dream, and he wasn't seeing me as Bella. He was finally seeing me as Zoe, and no one else.

"Please…" I gasped under my breath, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, "Kiss me again." I pleaded under my breath, but instantly was cut off before taking another breath by his hearty kisses. I felt my back press against something, which I was presuming was the wall, feeling as Edward's lips graced upon mine, this time the kiss more zealous, and fervent. We both wanted it.

Just the mere fact that we both wanted it and wanted each other made the desire increase between us. I knew in the back of my mind that it was wrong, and I had to stop it but I just couldn't. I've been waiting for this for far too long to just stop right now. But I knew I had to. I pressed my hand against his cold chest, feeling as his lips pulled away from mine, but his forehead tilted down to press against my own. And we stood like that for what seemed like hours, staring deep into each other's eyes with complete and utter passion.

I heard the scratches of pencils and pens against paper, everyone rushing to finish up their art work. Of course, I was done already but I wasn't done thinking about everything that had happened in my life. And when I mean life, I mean that part that only included Edward. It was a blessing that we had become such good friends, best friends even. But once I thought about it, nothing ever good seemed to come my way. Was that fate? No matter how hard I tried, Edward and I's friendship just never seemed to work out. Things always happened. And when I mean happened, things always happened to me.

As the people finally moved out from my way, my eyes clearly made out who it was. She was a bit taller than me, her brown hair flowing to her back as her arm wrapped around Edward's waist. He smiled down at her as she reflected his. I stopped dead in my tracks, my cell phone nearly dropping out of my hands.

It wasn't just someone. It was her. It was Bella.

I took down a big gulp as my body slightly shook at the sight of what was really going on. I blinked a few times to get the real picture, but nothing had changed. They chatted away with big grins on both of their faces, as if she had never left as if nothing had happened.

As the wind blew against my hair, Edward had looked straight up, his smile so bright and so confident. I had never seen him smile like that before. I had seen it once, but only in a picture of him and her. Never did he smile like that around me.

Edward had gripped Bella's hand, their fingers lacing as he pulled her towards my way, our eyes connecting. She looked confused at what she truly was looking at, as if she had seen me somewhere before. And she had.

"Zoe!" Edward called out, now close enough in arms reach.

"H-Hi." I managed to say as I nearly shook in my boots.

"I'd like you to meet someone." He said with excitement thrilling in his voice. He set his hand around her back, pushing her slightly forward as her face was just as confused as mine, "Zoe, this is Bella." His voice emphasized on 'Bella' noting to me that this was actually her, that she actually came back.

"It's nice to meet you." She said as she held out her hand, "You look strangely familiar to me. Have we met before?" She asked as I leaned out my hand, shaking hers unsteadily.

"Um…" I was a little confused, slightly lost, and boiling with heartbreak, "I-I…Perhaps?" I said, a bit caught off guard.

"In any case, it's nice to meet you." She said, but this time slightly puzzled. Edward smiled in happiness, the brightest most beautiful smile I have ever seen. And it wasn't even because of me. It was because of her. I couldn't help but feel jealous.

"You said you had good news?" He asked, trailing off for me to answer his question. I was still slightly dazed, it finally hitting me as I nodded my head.

"Um…Yeah." I reached into my pocket, holding out the envelope, "It's from the Memorial Grave Art Show." I paused again, my words slightly pained, "I was…" I sucked in a gasp, trying my best not to break down, "I got into the art show."

Edward's eyes had gleamed in excitement as he read through the papers, "Zoe! That is tremendous!" He exclaimed as he read through the papers once again, "I told you, you could get in."

"Y-Yeah." I stammered. I pulled out the ticket in my pocket as I handed it to him, "Here's your ticket." I looked over at Bella, whose expression seemed slightly annoyed.

"You can come too. I'll have to get an extra ticket." I said. She nodded her head as I noticed her grip tightening onto Edward's waist.

"I'm proud of you Zoe." He said as he handed me the papers back, taking the ticket and swiftly placing them into his pockets.

"T-Thanks." I said through my chattering teeth.

"Bella!" A cheery voice called out as Alice was now in view, her arms snapping Bella away from Edward. I looked over my shoulder at the on coming other siblings. I looked back at Edward whose attention was directly on Bella.

"Well… I'll just go." I said as I took a few steps back. Edward looked back at me, his eyes filled with worry, but nodded his head.

"I'll see you soon?" He asked.

I nodded my head as I looked back at Bella who was looking at me, "It was nice meeting you." I commented.

"You too, Zoe." Her smile was bright, but still lined with worry herself.

I nodded as I slightly waved at Edward, turning around as I walked across the parking lot. As I neared to my car I stopped at my car door, turning around to notice Edward climbing into the driver seat, and Bella in the passenger. Alice and Jasper as well as Emmett climbed into the back, but Rosalie stayed behind in just enough time to through me a malevolence smirk. I sucked in a deep breath, my eyes now filling with tears as I quickly looked back to my car, unlocking it as I hurried to climb into the drivers seat.

I heard the Volvo ignition start as the wheels screeched in protest as Edward turned in the empty parking lot, driving off with one slight honk directed towards me.

And I sat in my car, dumbfounded at what had really just happened. Is this a dream? Please tell me it's a dream, please I just want to wake up in Edward's arms and not ever dream something like this again.

But what was I thinking? Edward was happy now, and that's all that mattered. Bella was back safe and sound in his arms and he didn't need me anymore. After all, I was just the replacement. And at that moment I could hear my heart shattering into a million pieces at the loss of something that meant so much to me.

The thought of it almost angered me, as if someone was tempting me with their blood and I was trying to fight the urge to attack them. As if they were taunting me. I felt almost outraged at the memories. I was nothing but an innocent girl who was just in the wrong place, at the wrong time. No one cared. No one even listened. Especially Edward.

From the corner of my eye I could see the security reaching to the door, my eyes almost instantly becoming misty as they had stopped in front of the door, watching behind the,. What could I do to prevent them from locking the doors? And if I did anything, what would I say? Tagging along behind them was Mr. Sweeney with the key of the building, and I couldn't just sit back at watch. I quickly stood up, making my way to him just before he put the gold key in the slot of the lock.

"Mr. Sweeney!" I called out, grasping his attention.

"Miss. Hartwell. Is everything alright?" He asked, placing his key to his side.

"Um…" I stammered for words as I let out a soft breath, nodding my head, "Yes, I just wanted to talk to you about… College courses, if I do…Win…" I gulped, beginning to work my way up, finding more words in my scattered brain.

"Yes, after I lock up…" He said.

"No!" I protested, causing the poor little man to jump in his boots.

"Miss. Hartwell, are you sure you are alright?" He placed the keys back down as he awaited for my answer. I couldn't keep him from locking the door. I would have to tell him my reason for keeping him from locking it.

"Please… I have a friend who is a little late." I said softly.

"The papers had the rules in them Miss. Hartwell. We clearly stated that after six…" He said before I cut him off.

"I know, I know." I hung my head down low as my eyes glinted from the light, "Just ten minutes." I pleaded, ready to get onto my knees, "Please?"

Mr. Sweeney contemplated my question, his expression in deep thought as he finally nodded his head, "At six ten, the doors will be locked. No exceptions." He retorted before turning back, walking away.

I looked up at the clock which now struck six oh one. I took a step back, my eyes still on the clock as I gulped, feeling it move down my throat, "Please… Edward…" I pleaded as I felt a tap on my back. I quickly spun around, a man in a tuxedo standing behind me with a giant grin on his face.

"Excuse me. Are you the artist of these drawings?" He asked, pointing back to my collection of arts. I slowly nodded to the man as my face was filled with sorrow, not feeling up to answer his questions, "I have a question on a few of them." He said, guiding me back to my place, "You know, this one is very nice." He said, pointing to the one I had sketched of Edward and Bella's meadow, the two dark figures laying in the grass, "What did you use to get such wonderful texture?"

I looked back at the clock which now struck six oh three, my hands becoming slightly sweaty as I became nervous, my words caught in my throat. I would do anything to feel Edward's cold hands on my shoulders, the touch of him always calming me down. I stuttered for the words as I slowly shook my head, "Um… Pastel Chalk." I looked back at the clock, the hands now in-between the two and the five. The man had continued to talk, grazing me with compliments but I couldn't help but continue to watch the clock, my eyes gazing at the door as I waited for Edward to walk in the doors. But the hand kept ticking, and the door stayed shut, "Please… Don't do this to me." I whispered as they hand got closer to ten, my fingers wrapping around the blue diamond pendant that sat flat on my chest. The hand drew closer, and I watched the door as if my life depended on it, my eyes catching onto Mr. Sweeney who made his way towards the door, my heart beginning to pound heartbreakingly as I whimpered under my breath.

The hand had hit the big black Ten number, my heart dropping to my stomach in disappointment. My life had made a horrible turn as that devilish hand mocked me so mercilessly. It was as if I could hear my heart ripping from under my chest, it weeping uncontrollably as my eyes became misty. I heard Mr. Sweeney call out to the security, "Alright boys. Lock her up." I turned away as I inhaled a deep breath, letting it out slowly to hide the tears I knew wanted to fall down my soft cheeks, "I'm sorry Mrs. Hartwell. But rules are rules." Mr. Sweeney said from behind me as he patted my back, continuing to move past me. The man that was once talking to me had finally left, leaving me in my misery.

7:55 PM

I had slowly walked in a line with the other constants and into a much larger room where a stage was put in the corner, lights shining down onto twenty sets of chairs. The audience members sat across from the stage, more than two hundred filling the room. I sighed softly as I looked at the judges who sat in their own little box, across from everyone else. As me and the other nineteen constants sat onto the black chairs on the stage, Mr. Sweeney had come up to the podium, speaking loudly into the microphone as the audience had put their hands together, claps filling the room.

"Thank you ladies and gentlemen!" He said, "I am pleased to see the vast amount of people to show up at our Art show today, and behind me we have twenty wonderful contestants, but only one can win…"

My mind had drifted off as I stared up at the bright lights that were casted above me, my eyes squinting at them as I could feel the heat radiating off of them. I gulped down, as I looked back down to my hands, my eyes beginning to become watery. I should have known this would have happened, I should have known that I should of just told him to stay away, and not come back after he blew me off the first time. What was I thinking, putting myself back in this position again? Haven't I been through enough already? It was partially my fault for letting him in, for giving him a place in my heart, for making him apart of the things I need.

"Zoe Hartwell!" Mr. Sweeney yelled, pointing back at me. I looked up, slightly confused at what he was talking about once I heard the audience go wild. I looked around, puzzled at why everyone had began to clap, looking back at Mr. Sweeney as I tilted my head, "Come collect your prize Miss. Hartwell!" He exclaimed.

"I-I won?" I asked confusingly, slowly standing up as I looked around me. Mr. Sweeney made his way to me, pressing his hand onto my back as he helped me forward. It all seemed blurry, as if life had switched to slow motion, everyone around me and their claps merely a slightly tap, my eyes glinting at the faces around me, "Here you go." Mr. Sweeney said as he handed me a frame, that inside of it had my name typed elegantly, "With this, you get to go to your chosen art school anywhere in the U.S. or the U.K. It is all up to you, but no matter where, you won't pay a cent." He said cheerfully, but I still seemed slightly dazed. "You will also be awarded with this one of a…" His voice faded as I stared off into the light, holding the certificate in my hand. The rest of the world became a blue to me, the words, the actions, the people, and the feelings. Everything was different.

9:30 PM

"Honey…" My mom said, a bit stressful, "Are you sure you're alright?" She asked as we walked into the house. I nodded my head, but my eyes looked down. I was in no mood to talk, nor even look at anyone.

"Yeah, yeah. She's just upset that her little boyfriend didn't show up." Aidan retorted as he rolled hi eyes.

:"Why don't you just stay out of my business?" I screamed, my blood boiling with fury.

"Okay, okay, enough you two!" My father yelled, pushing himself between us, "Aidan, stop mocking your sister! Both of you, just go and chill out!" I retorted as he pointed upstairs. I scoffed as I grabbed my drawings, as well as my framed certificate as I bolted up the stairs, my eyes becoming misty. My door was already opened, and I managed to throw everything across the room in pure anger. I slammed the door behind me as I felt the tears already run down my cheeks, my eyes beginning to puff at the amount of tears I had been hiding.

I paced around my room, biting down onto my lower lip in though. I finally looked over my shoulder at my certificate and trophy that laid on the ground. I walked over to them, picking them up with full force and walking them to my window. I unlocked the latch as I swung it open, seeing the small specks of snow covering the ground. I made no attempt to resist as I threw both items out of my window, the frame hitting the tree a few feet across, the glass shattering once it hit the ground, landing in the snow. I quickly sucked in a deep breath as I closed the window, nearly falling to the ground as I attempted to hide my tears. I sat in silence before looking over to my paintings that scattered the floor, one in particular. I stood up as I angrily walked to the my paintings, grabbing the one I had made only a few nights ago of Edward and I slow dancing in the tree house. And right smack dab in the middle, I tore it. I tore it with anger, and jealousy, throwing both pieces in opposite direction. I spun around to my wall, seeing all of the drawings I had concocted over the past three months, all mainly having to do with Edward, including the one of his golden, beautiful eyes.

I made no resistance towards running to my wall, ripping them all down with all I had. I muttered under my breath as the tears began to fall down my cheeks as I continued to rip them off, watching pieces of paper fall to the floor. I continued to rip, until I couldn't no more. Until there was nothing left in me, until I felt completely vulnerable.

10:02 PM

I sat in the corner of my room, the tears continuing to fall as I sobbed into my hands, my mind fluttering with restless thoughts of how I got here, or why I was here. In my hands, the necklace Edward had given me the previous night, the blue sapphire diamond sparkling in my hand as the tears fell onto it. I slowly stood up, slightly dazed an confused as I walked to my window, falling onto my knees as I opened the latch, the wind blowing harder, the snow coming down faster as the broken frame and trophy were already hidden from the snow. I held the diamond in my hand as I took a single look at it before throwing it out the window, watching it as it hit the ground next to the frame. I think it was safe to say that I now, more than ever, felt completely lost and alone in this messed up world.

I had grabbed the side of the table as I blew out a deep breath, trying to calm my emotions down. How was I so oblivious to this before? How could I not see that Edward truly didn't care about me? How could I not see it? All that mattered was Bella. Bella's safety was everyone's main priority. And unfortunately, I had made that mine too.

I took in a deep breath, closing my eyes as I looked at the gaping circle that crowded with seven vampires and one struggling human. I lifted my foot, watching as every single head turned towards me, but my eyes looked straight at Bella and no one else. My foot was placed back on the ground, then I lifted my other one, moving forward ignoring ever single pair of eyes on me. Bella watched me in confusion, but a sense of relief washed over her face as I became closer. I heard fierce growls thrown in my direction as in warnings to keep me back, but it slowly stopped as I held my hand forward to Bella. She looked at it as if she didn't know what to do, "Bella." I gasped, nodding my head as my hand reached farther. I gulped as I heard the hissing in my right ear, my eyes pleading for her to understand that I wasn't doing this for my own health; I was doing it to save her. I gestured to my hand and then I saw her hand moving, but she quickly pulled it back once a ravenous vampire growled, "Bella, take my hand." I retorted, holding it out farther. I could understand she was scared, but if they really wanted to hurt us, she and I would be dead by now. Finally I saw Bella move her hand forward as quickly as possible as it held onto mine, the growls getting louder as I pushed Bella behind my back, my arms spreading out to hide her. I heard a snap of the finger, the eight Vampires surrounding both Bella and I.

"Carlisle, let me go!" Edward scowled from the opposite side of the cliff. His voice was filled with sorrow and anger, and if I could just put my hands on his cheeks, telling him that I would do whatever it takes to protect Bella, maybe that would calm him down.

No, I couldn't concentrate on him right now. I had to figure out a way to protect Bella and get her out of this in one piece. I searched around the circle, finding a huge gap between a short black haired girl, who almost looked normal besides her pale skin and her bright red eyes. She had to have been at least fourteen, and the thought of your life ending there sent chills down my spine. But I looked at the gap in the circle, walking backwards as I felt Bella grip onto my shoulders, "Go Bella." I said, turning my head to watch her. She stared me in the eyes, filled with worry and redemption, "I said go!" I screamed, trying to scare her.

"Now wait." The voice said in front of me, and I quickly shot a glare at the white vampire in front of me.

"Aro, you have no reason to take her life." I stated, knowing he would only question why he had no right to take her life. I had to think of something to say, anything at all. The only thing I could come up with was Jacob Black. I didn't know the real reason why Bella left, but there was no time to figure it out now. I had to think of something.

"Give me one reason why." His head tilted like a cat, his hands curled together in front of him.

"Werewolves." I said.

"Werewolves?" He questioned, "Please elaborate."

I froze instantly, my brain trying to think of something to come up with, "O-Okay…" I stammered, "The reason why Bella isn't changed i-is because of Jacob Black…He is apart of a werewolf tribe and has been friends with her for a long time. And a long time ago, as you know, there was a treaty between the Cullen's and the werewolves. And Jacob forced Bella to go with him and leave Edward and if she didn't, he would tell everyone about you guys, thus exposing what you've been trying to hide…" I gasped slightly, my mind just feeding me random information, "So Bella left so all of your secrets could be kept. But then, the treaty also states that if the werewolves tell anyone of the secret than that gives the Cullen's a reason to start a war. And the werewolves aren't prepared for that… So… They let her go…" My lips pressed together as I closed my eyes in hope that he would at least buy it and go along with it.

"Is this the truth, Bella?" He asked and I hoped to God that she would at least agree if she ever wanted to see Edward again. I opened my eyes but didn't look behind me and just wished that Bella was a smart as she looked.

"Y-Yes." She whispered quietly, but I knew that everyone could hear her.

"Alright Zoe. I believe you." Aro stated, my heart jumping with joy, "But are you insinuating that we came all of this way to leave empty handed?" My heart stopped for a moment as I contemplated his question.

I knew what I had to do, and I couldn't question it. I have finally came to terms with the path I will walk. For these past five months I've wanted nothing but to bring Edward happiness and I could never do it because the happiness he lost was because of Bella. And the only way for him to receive it again was if she came back. I could never give Edward the things that Bella can give him and that's why I could never make him happy. But right here and right now I can make him happy. And after five months of searching for something that could bring him the utmost happiness was finally in my hands and I can give it right to him and that's what I was planning on doing, "You won't leave empty handed." I gasped through the cries I attempted to hide, "You can… You can still take me…"

I didn't want to look over at Edward. But I questioned what he was doing, and what his reactions was. Was he confused, or upset? No, he couldn't be. I'm offering the Volturi my life in order to save Bella's. He had to be happy in some way. If they agreed to this, then Edward could finally be with Bella again and now with no interruptions at all. I couldn't help myself but look over at him, but what I found was something that I didn't expect. He looked at me as if I was the stupidest person on this earth, as if I just made the worst mistake of my life, as if he was upset that I made this choice, as if he wanted me instead of Bella. I quickly looked away, my eyes down at the ground as I shook my head. Did he really want me instead of her? That couldn't be possible. But what if it was? What if he did choose me? Not only in the after run would he regret it, but he would literally kill himself if he lost her. Edward couldn't contemplate this kind of thing because this was the real deal. If he lost her, he would lose himself. I have to show that to him.

"Is there a reason to this?" Aro asked, my eyes questioning on why he wasn't agreeing. I looked up at him through a glare, his eyes slightly widening at my courage.

"Edward and Bella had plans to get married and on their honeymoon he would make the change. But since she left it didn't happen. Now that she's back, and they are together again the wedding is back on and so is the change." I stopped as I thought about my next sentence, knowing exactly what I would say, but just the thought of it caused me heartbreak, "Bella will get changed. Edward will make sure that will happen. But these people…" I tried to hide my hurt expression as I turned towards the Cullen's, "They don't care about me." I quickly looked back at Aro, too ashamed to look upon Esme's face. She was nothing but nice to me and I knew she cared for me, but only if she knew this was the way to get her son to realize the truth then maybe she'll forgive me, "They only care about Bella! They won't change me! So for all you know, I could go out and tell everyone your pathetic little secret! Edward never cared about me. I should have listened to his sister, and that was my fault. So take me! I'm the one you want! Just let Bella go!" I screamed as I held my hand to my heart, and it was as if I could literally feel it break from inside my chest.

"I see some dispute between you three." Aro growled, and I could see the evil forming in his eyes as a hideous smirk covered his lips. And within that second, I felt a cold hand behind my neck, Bella producing a gasp next to me.

"Carlisle! Let me go! Now!" I heard Edward snarl as he thrashed against Carlisle's arms.

"Let him go my dear friend. But before you do, he must choose who he wants." Aro argued, and I quickly gasped as the memory of my ex-boyfriend having to choose between another girl and myself. The disappoint I felt after was horrible, and I knew I couldn't relive that heartbreak again but I knew I had to.

"I told you to take me! Stop making this difficult you bastard!" I yelled, trying to at least anger Aro in some way so he would want to take me himself.

"But what you want may not be what he wants." Aro said, pausing as he looked over at Edward, "Edward…" I felt being pushed a bit further, Edward and Carlisle only a few feet away from me as Carlisle held Edward tightly down.

"E-Edward…" I looked over at Bella who had tears rolling down her cheeks, and that's when it hit me. Bella really didn't deserve this. No matter how much pain she caused me, she didn't deserve to die. I always knew she was special in Edward's eyes, but now I knew it was something more.

Edward stared at both Bella and me as his eyebrows slowly knitted together, as if he was actually thinking about who he wants. That's not how it should be! He can't just give up on Bella and take me, he can't do it. And I won't let him. I won't let him feel sorry for me and I won't let him make this mistake. I quickly tightened my eyes closed, but opened them as I felt my heart breaking inside. I'm sorry Edward… This will hurt me more than it will hurt you, "Edward Cullen. Don't you dare have second thoughts. You lost her once, don't you do it again." I pressed through my lips, "I'm nothing but a mere dent in your life. I impacted you in no way…You take her, okay? Because I hate you…" I saw the emotions change so quickly after those three words. I wanted to just break down and cry and tell him I was just lying but I couldn't, I had to go through this, "You ruined my life in so many ways. And I regret even laying eyes on you. You're nothing to me." I gasped as my body shook with anticipation. The words were so much worse than I thought they would be, and I was surprised that I could actually lie like that. But I had to do what I had to do, and no matter how much it may hurt me or even Edward, I had to go through with it, "Take her." I whispered encouragingly as I nodded my head.

"So, Edward? What will it be?" Aro asked, and I couldn't look at Edward anymore. I already knew his answer and I just wanted to plug my ears so I couldn't hear it in order to keep my heart in a decently good shape, "What was that?" Aro exclaimed, and I quickly looked over to him, slightly confused as if he heard what Edward had said.

"Bella!" Edward roared desperately, the name ripping through my heart just to make it bleed even more. I looked upon his face which was hidden by the top of his head, his head hanging blameworthy. I eventually looked down, the tears filling my eyes as I gasped under my breath. I knew his answer would be her, and I knew I was causing myself heart break, but I couldn't even endure the pain. It was as if nothing ever happened, it was as if I was numb but I knew the pain was there, and I knew it was worse than any other kind of pain I have felt before.

I heard words around me, but I was too numb to even hear them. They were just muffles, and I was just an object that didn't mean anything anymore. The tears rolled down my cheeks but I barely even noticed them until I felt one run against my lip, the taste of it somewhat different. I looked next to me, watching at the arms opened wide and the body being released. Bella wasted no time and ran as fast as she could, but tripped over small objects. She became closer to his open arms, and I quickly looked down in order to spare me the pain I knew I would feel. The cold arms then released me and my body fell straight to the ground. I knew there was pain around my knees from the impact, but I barely felt it and instead I wrapped my arms above my head as I closed my eyes. The dirt hit my face as my tears ran relentlessly down my cheeks.

"How does it feel to be in second place?" I heard the whisper mixed in with a hiss against my ear. Chills ran down my spine, but I merely straightened it out, lifting my head as I watched the repulsive creature in front of me.

"Feels like every day of my life." I spat out, shaking my head. I then felt an impact against the front of my neck, my air being cut off as I gasped for oxygen but was quickly granted with it again as the hand pushed me to the side. The small girl had a good grip as she wrapped her arms around my own, holding me captive as if I was some criminal. My surroundings became fuzzy as I continued to stand still, but it seemed as if everything was moving around me, but I knew I was completely motionless.

"No, Edward. Please come with me!" A familiar voice cried out but I ignored it as I looked up to the sky, my eyes closing as I felt the small sprinkles against my face. I let out a soft sigh as I bit down onto my lower lip, my eyes becoming slightly hazy as everything began to move once again.

"So it's final. Bella will be changed." The voice called out, but my hearing barely being able to process it.

"Yes. In two months, Bella will be changed." The beautiful voice said. I closed my eyes once again, imagining that particular voice talking to me comforting me in every way. I didn't care what he was talking about, all I cared about what that he was talking and it felt like my own personal paradise.

"This is your last chance Edward." Aro said, "If she is not changed in two months, then you know the actions we will concur."

"Yes." Edward said. My paradise was suddenly corrupted by the grip of the monster. It tightened around my arms and I quickly suppressed a painful gasp.

"Dominic, you know what to do." Another voice called out, and everything happened so quickly. Roars trembled in my ear as my dazed and confused vision came clear to me once again, and I could finally see my beautiful Edward flushed with anger. I was confused for a moment because everything was silent, but Edward was furious for some reason.

"Emmett! Jasper!" Alice screamed and my eyes widened to Edward breaking Carlisle's grip, his motions as swift as a tiger as he leaped forward, but Emmett and Jasper caught him in their grasp, their bodies buckling him back into the boulder, the sound like thunder. I was then pushed by two hands my body now in the middle of what seemed like a circle. My eyes became slightly dizzy again, but I could sense that something terrible was going to happen.

"Aro! Don't you do it!" Edward shouted. Even when he sounded angry he sounded like a God, but this was no time to get wrapped up in it. I remembered the deal I had a made, my life for Bella's life. Each Vampire moved in the circle, and I watched each one pass before me. The seconds didn't seem fast, and in fact the seemed very slow. My life slowing down before me as the blood red eyes stared at me as if I was a piece of food, and to them I was, "ARO!" Edward shouted, his voice pained. I looked back at him as my heart swelled with sorrow. Why was he so upset? I just gave up my life so he could be happy. He should thank me, I saved what he wanted, "Don't you do it! Take me! Take me!"

"You made your choice boy!" Another vivid voice yelled, "Jane." From there on things became immensely slow in my eyes, the eight pairs of blood-shot eyes were just mere colors. I felt the pressure against my chest as my body went almost flying back. I barely even saw who pushed me, but when I was pushed everything went back to speed, my balance almost off but I caught myself. The numbness decided to hide away, allowing me to feel all of the pain that was coursing through my body, "Marcus." It was quiet again until I felt the impact of my shoulder, It feeling as if a boulder hit against it, and I couldn't help but scream. "Felix." Then my opposite shoulder began to burn, the pain almost unbearable. I never thought I would need death, but right now I was welcoming it with open arms, "Demetri." I then felt as if a pair of nails ran down my arm, my skin opening wide as I felt the blood pour out, like scissors running through paper, "Dominic." But that wasn't the worst of it. I felt a foot against my stomach, my lips groaning in pain as I felt as if I was flying. Nothing seemed real besides the pain, and when I hit the floor I blacked out. It seemed as if I blacked out for hours, but only had been seconds as my eyes were wide open again, "Now to finish things off…" Everything around me felt as if it didn't matter. The pain was so unbearable that I couldn't even move, but I felt my body moving. My body became cold, and I was guessing from the blood loss from my arm. I heard voices, but they were all muffled, my eyes opening wide as I gasped for air, my fingers curling into the ground. My hand pressed against my arm, and I felt the blood pulsing through my fingers and I was finally losing conscious.

xxxx

And this was it. This was finally it. What I came here to do was now in progress. The Cullen's were my protectors for the time being, but now that they have finally left, I only have myself. Once they were out of view, I felt a sudden rush of loss especially once Edward had finally left. Everything now seemed so surreal and so truthful. This was actually happening, here I was just walking the line of my death. I couldn't help but smile though. It seemed vaguely odd that I was smiling about my on-coming death, but I just pictured in my mind Edward and Bella. Together. I never thought I would look at that picture and smile, if anything I'd look at that picture and cry my heart out. But not this time. I had a sense of rebellion against me, and I would no longer deny the fact that Edward and Bella were meant for each other. I could picture their wedding, on top of a hill on a cloudy day. Edward looked quite dashing in his tuxedo as well as the rest of the Cullen boys. Bella was beautiful, just like Edward had always described her as. His smile was unlike any other, bright and filled with happiness and joy. That smile is what I lived for, and if I made that happen, well then I'm pretty content on dying tonight.

"They are gone." Aro sneered, allowing Jane to let go of me. My smile immediately disappeared as a cold hand rushed against my back, a nose pressing against my neck as a hungered growl produced behind me.

"Let's rip her open and have a feast!" Dominic shook with anticipation. I stood still, very still. If opening me up and drinking my blood is what they wanted, then so be it. I will die a happy person.

"Dominic!" Aro growled protectively, throwing his arms around me as he held me back. My eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as I felt the wide, hard arms spread across from me, "Demetri, what a stupid mistake you made!" Aro sneered once again as he shook his head angrily.

"My apologies, sir." I heard the voice behind me say. The cold arms unraveled me as I looked upon the eight pairs of blood shot eyes. I looked around, slightly unsure of what to do.

I quickly looked over my shoulder in confusion as I watched Aro unfold his arms in front of me, "Have you ever heard of a religious Tradition called Fasting?" He asked questioningly. I shook my head, completely oblivious to his odd question.

"It's a practice of some sort," He said as he walked around me once again, the other Vampires crowding around behind him, "It all started off with Moses who fasted for forty days. Fasting is cutting your food source for a certain amount of time. And every year we take one month out of our diet to obey this belief." He paused as he stopped in front of me, watching as my expression became slightly uneasy, "Fortunately for you, you have stumbled to us on that month so drinking you're blood would go against what we believe in." My eyes slightly widened at what I thought he was trying to point at. Did this mean that me dying wasn't even a possibility?, "If one of us had accidentally tasted even a slightest drop of your blood, there would be a complete frenzy and no turning back. For we are already near the end of our fasting, so any tempting food offer we get, we may just collapse." He added as he pointed to my bloody arm, "But we can not let you live." He sighed as he walked past me once again, "And if we take you back to Volterra, who knows what Edward may just do if he found out. Plan your escape? Well, you wouldn't want to getting hurt now would you?" He asked as I saw his slim eyebrow raised. I quickly shook my head as a gulp ran down my throat, "So what must we do with you?"

"Screw the fasting! I'm hungry Aro!" Dominic roared from behind me causing chills to run up my back.

"We will not disobey our duties! It has been a tradition for over four hundred years! We will not be the ones to break it now! And if you must not have some self control, than you are not worthy to be in the Volturi! The non-worthy is useless to us and the world!" Aro screamed, obviously outraged. I'm sure Dominic huddled into a ball, too aware that he had made a mistake.

"Aro. The cliff." Jane pointed out, as I watched her hand gesture to the edge of the rocks.

Aro's mystified expression turned to pure zealous as he looked upon where Jane was pointing, "Yes. The cliff. What an excellent idea Jane!" Aro than looked back at me, his quick movements causing me to jump back a step behind where I was.

"The water is as cold as ice. Her beating heart won't survive it for very long." He pointed out, as if he was talking to them but staring right at me.

"Felix." Aro snapped, a hand pressing behind my back as my feet began to move forward.

"No!" I screamed in his grasp as I thrashed around, "Wait!" I said as I was being moved closer to the edge. I was expecting my death to concur tonight, but I also thought of it being peaceful and fast. As if I didn't feel a thing. Being thrown into a river was just torture, "No! Please don't!" I shouted as I shook my head, my feet now at the edge of the cliff. I looked at the drop, which wasn't too far down, though that wasn't what scared me. The thrashing river from below, crashing into boulders sucking down any innocent object that crosses paths with it. I gulped slightly as my eyes widened, my body attempting to move back.

"Do you regret your choice?" Aro asked as he was now next to me, his eyes raising in curiosity, "We can always kill Bella and keep you alive."

"No!" I screamed as I shook my head, "Leave her and Edward alone!" I cried under my breath, the pain of the thought of them hurting Edward was probably ten times worse than that freezing water.

"Then it was a pleasure meeting you, Zoe." Aro said with a smile hinting in his voice. I stared down at the river, it beckoning for me to join. I saw the mist of the cold air blowing as my breathing became heavier, my eyes watering as the tears ran down my cheeks. I closed my eyes, the universe becoming slow once again as I felt the hands being pressed onto my back, the ground moving from under my legs as I felt nothing besides my body dropping in mid-air. My body was falling, but not falling fast enough. Voices swarmed in my head, but wasn't just any voices, it was the ones I had heard before, my mind replaying memories as if I literally was watching it before I died.

The things I did for that family was more than I should have. I shouldn't have done anything. If I would have just stayed out I wouldn't be like this. I would be living a normal life! This is unfair! Why did this have to happen to me? I felt outraged, angry, and slightly vicious. I didn't wait once the bell had rung, and I quickly had gathered all my things together, packing them away and into my backpack. I didn't even take one glance at Edward. Why should I?

It took me over eight years to figure out what I have done, but now that I had finally realized that what I did was completely stupid, and I was now a mad woman. I feel pity on anyone who tries to mess with me today. As a human, you always forget to see what's in front of your face. And that's what I did. I was too busy on giving everyone else what they wanted, that I couldn't see the pain I was putting myself though. Well no more. I will not put myself through that again. Never.

I quickly walked down the set of stairs, noticing Cameron by my car already. As I pulled out the keys, I hit the unlock button, watching as Cameron climbed in. He sensed my emotions, and he knew already not to mess with me.

"Zoe…" The honey-like voice whispered out to me. I stopped, ignoring the eyes that were on me as I quickly looked over my shoulder and at Edward who was alone, his family already at the car. At any other moment I would say something. But not now. I turned back around as I continued to make my way to the car, as humanly as possible. As I reached my black Audi R8, I had swung the door open, taking one last look at Edward. He watched me in complete confusion, but continued to make his way down and towards the rest of the Cullen's. I shook my head, put on a dejected scowl before I slid into the car, and quickly turned it on, shifting the car in reverse as I spun it around, the tires squealing as I then shifted it once again, pressing on the gas pedal as I passed the Cullen's and the rest of the school, ignoring all the laws of the road and instead, driving as fast as I could to reach home.

I knew I could have never been completely mad at Edward. Maybe I was just taking things way out of hand. Maybe I'm just over-reacting.

xxxx

It had been a long day, and my throat craved for blood. My eyes were pitch black, and I could feel myself becoming weak as Cameron and I ran through the woods, both in our hunting mode. We had gone our separate ways, Cameron taking the east and I taking the west.

It wasn't long till I found a Mountain Lion, making his way to the stream of water. I crouched behind the bushes, my fingers curling in the dirt as I watched carefully. My throat burned with fire as it craved for the luscious taste of the animal's blood. I knelled down, ready to leap as I produced a large growl from my lips, it all coming instinctively. Quickly I crouched down even lower, then flinging myself to the Mountain Lion, but was quickly cut off by something hard, as if I hit a boulder.

Water began to splash in the stream and I could hear the Mountain Lion cry out for dear life. I was confused on what happened, and then the anger boiled inside of me as I noticed that someone else had taken my prize. I leaped down, jumping forward and onto the mysterious person who had his lips around the Lion's neck, it's blood the only thing I was truly dedicated on smelling. The man growled a familiar growl, our bodies rolling in the water as the Lion was literally crushed from under us. The body had thrown me to the side, but I was quick on my feet, our eyes finally connecting as I saw him. It wasn't just anyone who took my feast. It was Edward.

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