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The next morning, I waited for Edward outside, two houses down from mine, where Sam and Dean couldn't see, should they look outside for me. I did something I had only ever done a handful of times: I lied to my brothers. Okay. Maybe I didn't lie—I just didn't really tell the truth. That was a good way to put it.

When Dean asked me why I didn't want him to drive me to school, I told him that a friend was picking me up. He raised his eyebrows in that little way that meant he didn't quite buy it, but wasn't going to fight me on it. Sammy just sat back and acted like he wasn't listening, but I saw how his head was cocked to the side, just slightly, listening. He believed me, kind of, at least.

The morning air was misty and cold; drew still on the dying blades of grass and on top of car hoods. I kicked at an old McDonald's cup that someone had thrown into the gutter; people these days—throwing out their trash into the world like they owned it.

It made me sick.

Two seconds later, I had forgotten the whole thing and was singing some overly catchy pop song that I hated in my head when I heard a sound I had come to know well.

Edward's Volvo pulled around the corner, going much faster than the speed limit. I smirked in amusement as he pulled to a stop in front of me.

"Late, Teddy?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. He got out of his car, his movements sure and graceful, and looked at me with a slight smile.

"Right on time, actually." He said. I pushed my lips and cocked my head to the side before nodding once. He was on time; I just liked messing with him. Getting any kind of reaction out of Edward Cullen had become one of my favorite pastimes. He walked around the back of the Volvo and came to a stop in front of me. He wore his white leather jacket that I loved on him and a pair of black jeans. Again—they looked pretty damn tight. What the hell was with it? I mean, it's not like his ass wasn't nice enough without the jeans showing it off—not that I was complaining that they were—and his muscular legs and whatnot. Still. They were skinny jeans, and whoever told you they weren't, were lying.

"I guess you're right." I admitted. He smiled with one side of his mouth and opened the passenger side door for me.

"After you," He waved his hand in a fancy sort of half bow and I laughed lightly.

"You're awfully happy this morning." I stated slowly. He shrugged.

"What's there not to be happy about, beautiful girl?" I couldn't help but smile. Edward was very good for my ego.

"Oh, I don't know. You never know what kind of day it will be." I told him, taking a step closer to him and toward the open door of the car.

"I do." He replied surely. I smirked.

"Oh, yes. I seemed to have forgotten that." I sighed wishfully. "To see how your day is going to be…"

"I don't see anything." Edward interjected.

"No?" I questioned. Edward shook his head.

"No. I only read minds. I don't see the future. That's not my gift."

"Then whose gift is it?" I asked. He simply shook his head.

"All in time, Bella," I rolled my eyes. I could smell him again; that winter air scent that hung around him. What was wrong with me?

"I'll tell you all of it. I promise." He said. I looked at him in wonder. Would he really? Would he trust me enough to tell me everything I pretty much already knew? Why did he trust me so much? Why did I trust him?

"Edward…" I said, but he smiled, shaking his head.

"Really." he replied. I pushed my lips and took one more step toward him. I was so close I had to look up at him. He looked down at me, his jaw tight, but his eyes soft. I stood up on my toes and kissed his cold cheek softly.

"Good morning, Teddy." I whispered quietly. When I pulled away, his eyes were on mine. His eyes were bright amber today, and I couldn't stop staring at them.

"Come on…" he said slowly, jerking his head toward the open car door.

"Before you kill me," I giggled—freakin' giggled!—and got into his car.

Edward had the heat blasting, and one look in the side mirror told me my cheeks were bright pink because of it. I looked over at Edward who sat calmly behind the wheel; a picture of ease and perfection.

"Edward?" I said. He looked at me. "I'm burning." He raised his brows in question and I gestured toward the heating vents. "It's really hot." His mouth opened just the slightest as he quickly shut it off.

"I'm sorry." he said, sounding a bit shy. "I can't tell sometimes…" I nodded, like I understood, because I did. I was pretty sure he was actually dead.

Amazing how calm I was being after coming to that conclusion.

I didn't know what to say to Edward. It wasn't that long of a drive to the school, but it still felt a long ways away to me right about now.

"Edward…" I said, unsure of what I was even going to say.

"Bella…" Edward mocked. I bit my lip, trying to stop the smile that wanted to break free.

"Are you wearing skinny jeans?" there. It was out. I had just blurted that out and I wanted to die.

"What?" he replied in complete confusion. I could feel how hot my face was.

"Your… um, the jeans you're wearing… they're really, you know, uh… skinny looking." Please, just stop me now…

"Skinny jeans?" he said. I nodded. He looked uncomfortable.

"I don't… I don't believe so? Alice buys most of my things…" he looked embarrassed and I felt bad for just asking something like that.

"I'm really sorry—I shouldn't have asked that, it just came out. But I like them. I think they're really nice looking. I mean, you look good in them—not a lot of people do—oh, God—I'm gonna shut up now."

I'm such a loser.

"Well, thank you. You look nice in yours, as well." My cheeks were still red, but I think they warmed up even more with his compliment. I mumbled something that sounded like, "Thanks" and went back to looking out the window.

Thankfully, we made it to Forks High soon after the whole skinny jeans conversation. Edward found his usual packing space toward the front of the school and pulled in. Everyone who was near enough to see us stopped and stared at the girl in Edward Cullen's front seat. Me. I rolled my eyes, but as I moved to get out of the car, Edward spoke,

"Just so you know, Bella," Edward said slowly, looking over at me in the front seat. "I don't care what people think." I raised my brows in question.

"Why, of course not," I said. "I mean, you're Edward Cullen. Why would you care?" he just smiled at me, his amber eyes bright.

"You should care." He told me. I shook my head.

"If I cared what people thought about me, I probably wouldn't be able to get out of bed every morning. It's not worth it to care what others will think of you." He kept his eyes on me as I opened the car door and got out. As soon as I did, everyone pretty much stopped, and I'm not kidding, just to stare at me getting out of Edward Cullen's car.

"Oh, look at me, getting out of Edward Cullen's car; we must have slept together!" I exclaimed loudly, doing 'jazz-hands' and smiling. Edward came up behind me, his cool hand finding the small of my back.

"Must you say such things, Bella?" I turned my head to look at him.

"I like getting reactions out of people."

"You like making your life harder." He replied. I huffed. He put his arm over my shoulder—a protective move?—I don't know, but I went with it.

"Let's give them something to talk about." He whispered in my ear, leading me into the school, right into the line of every angry teenage girls face, and every doubtful look from the boys.

I wasn't about to turn that down.

My day had been strange. Stranger than normal, that is. Edward walked me to all of my classes. All of them—even when he was supposed to be in classes of his own. I didn't ask why he was there, waiting for me after all of my classes let out, but still. It was nice. I won't lie. And everyone was totally staring. And whispering, but I so didn't care. I liked a little bit of attention. I truly was Dean Winchester's little sister.

When it came time for lunch, Violet talked me into actually buying some food from the school, and that was just gross, and never, ever happening again. Like, ever.

As we were walking to our usual table, Violet stopped dead and stared straight ahead at something I couldn't see. I had to stop myself from running right into her.

"Damn, Vi. What's up?" she just nodded her head to the side a little, and spoke in a low murmur.

"Edward Cullen is staring." At the mention of his name, I searched the room until I found him. Edward sat at a small table with four chairs, all of them unfilled but his own. When he saw me he smiled lightly, and nodded his head.

"He totally wants you, Vi." I said with a playful smirk and an elbow to her side. She wasn't even listening to me.

"I think he wants you to sit with him!" Violet's whisper was more of a shout. I rolled my eyes.

"I would have never guessed."

"Are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to get a move on?" a guy behind us said roughly. I turned around, one eyebrow raised, not in the mood.

It was one of the jocks, and by the looks of him, he thought he was the king of the school. When he saw me, his brown-eyed glare left his face and he smirked.

"Though the view from the back of you was quite nice," I grinned, leaning toward him some.

"What's your name?" I asked in a silky sweet voice. His smirk never left his face.

"Name's Chris, sweetheart; and you're Isabella Winchester." Of course he knew me. Of course he did. I looked at Violet.

"He knows who I am." she nodded, looking lost. I made a move for him to lean down more so I could whisper in his ear. My voice was sharp enough to cut diamonds.

"Well, Chris. Let me tell you one thing: Don't ever use that tone of voice with me or my friend again. We'll move when we're good and ready, and not a second sooner. Also," I made my voice silky smooth again. "Never, ever stare at my ass again, or I'll make sure it is the last thing you ever look at. Got it?" I took a step back, and in turn, Violet did as well. Those who were around and saw the whole thing laughed, others looked away, not wanting to get caught openly staring.

"Damn." He said slowly, licking his lips and shaking his head. "You're so sexy." I huffed in annoyance and grabbed Violet by the arm, pulling her away.

"Some people are just unbelievable. Un-freaking-believable." I fumed. I was pissed. Who did that guy think he was? Violet stopped me and turned confused eyes on me.

"Bella, he called you sexy. Why are you so mad?" I stared at her, dumbfounded.

"Violet, guys like him only want one thing, and I won't put up with people like him." she nodded, sucking in her bottom lip.

"But I'm sure not all guys are like that." She said, her eyes glinting with playfulness.

"No?" I questioned. She shook her head.

"Edward Cullen is still waiting on you, and he looks worried." True to her word, I looked over at the table Edward rested at and he was still staring at me, a strange look on his face. I kept my eyes on his, but spoke to Violet.

"Why do you think he's waiting on me?" Vi made a very annoyed sound.

"Um, let's see: He drove you to school today, he walked you to every single one of your classes, and, for the first time since ever, he is sitting alone at a table in the lunch room. What do you think?" I nodded once. She had a point. As if hearing us—which, he probably had—Edward lifted one hand and motioned for me to join him.

"There. You. Go." Violet said in triumph. I rolled my eyes and looked at her.

"See you later?" she nodded.

"Go, go!" she said happily, smiling. I couldn't help but to smile as I walked across the room and took the seat right across from Edward.

"Hello." He greeted. I nodded, opening the cap on my water bottle.

"Hi." I said, my voice sounding shy even to me. His chuckle made me look up.

"What?" he nodded his head to where Violet was sitting, staring at us. When she saw us looking, she quickly looked down at her uneaten food and stuck a fork in it so quickly that her peas went everywhere. She blushed and ducked her head. I tried not to laugh.

"She's very curious as to what is going on between us."

"That makes two of us." I muttered. He sighed.

"Bella, I'm trying here."

"Trying what?"

"To do… this." He waved his hand between the two of us.

"And what exactly is this?" I mimicked him. He closed his eyes for just a second.

"I'm still trying to figure that out myself." I looked down.

So this is how it was going to be? It looked like I was going to have to do everything.

"I can tell you exactly what this is." I told him. He lifted his eyebrows.

"You like me, and I'm not being vain—you've told me as much." I stated.

"You're strange, and out of this world and—" I lowered my voice, "—you're far from human. I know all of these things, but I'm drawn to you. Maybe that's part of why I can't stay away from you—whatever you are makes me feel that for you—but I like you. There. I've said it; I, Isabella Winchester, like you, Edward Cullen. Now stop playing games, and let's talk about what we're going to do about this." I took a deeply needed breath and leaned back in my chair. Edward, if one thing, looked so surprised it was funny. I heard a deep, booming laugh, and turned around in my seat to see Emmett Cullen all but falling out of his chair in laugher, and Rosalie moving her chair away from him as everyone in the room stared in shock at Emmett Cullen, laughing his ass off at something only he, and the rest of the Cullen's, could hear. Edward's lips started moving, but I couldn't hear even a whisper. Emmett finally stopped laughing.

"Your family can hear us speak." I stated as a fact, more so than a question. Edward nodded.


"You don't find that the least bit strange?"

"No. It's very rare that I come across something strange." I smirked.

"Then I'm probably the strangest thing you've seen in a long time."

"That's not far from the truth." I should have felt insulted, but I wasn't.

"You said you like me." he said, a grin over taking his features. I felt my cheeks warm.

"Don't get cocky." I mumbled, willing myself to lose the added color that was staining my cheeks.

"I wouldn't dream of it." I looked up at him.

"And what do you dream of, Edward?" his eyes suddenly lost their joking humor they had only moments before. He rested his elbows on the table and looked at me.

"I don't dream, Bella." I frowned.

"Not at all?" he shook his head. I bit my lip.

"I'm… sorry." I said. I didn't know what to say, so that was always a go-to word. Edward gave the slightest shake of his head.

"Don't be. I don't mind it much, but it would be nice every now and again." he then looked at me again; his eyes gentle and full of wonder.

"What do you dream of?" I tried to keep my eyes on his, but I knew my face heated up. I didn't want to lie to him, but I couldn't very well tell him that most of my dreams as of late have been about him. I couldn't.

"I don't dream much, either." I played it off. A pleased grin overtook his face and he leaned back in his seat.

"Really." he said. I nodded. He just stared at me and I started to feel uncomfortable, so I took a swig of water. Edward suddenly looked away and rubbed at the back of his neck.

"Are you alright?" I asked. He wouldn't meet my eyes.

"I'm fine, thank you. I'm sorry if my questions bother you." I frowned. What do you say to that? Edward always said the most unexpected things.

"They don't bother me—I just don't know what to say most of the time." He smiled his crooked smile.

"I know how that is." I couldn't help but smile back. Being brave, I took a small bite of the mashed potatoes and nearly gagged.

"Holy crap—what is this stuff?" I almost spit it out, but I thought that would be rude since Edward was in front of me and everything. Edward frowned, his straight eyebrows falling over his eyes.

"Even I'm not sure." I pushed my lips.

"Don't you ever tap into those lunch lady's heads? I'm sure your mind ticks would be tons of fun for those kinds of things." Edward rolled his eyes, looking almost bored at the thought.

"Not at this school. Some of the thoughts here are very disbursing." I then got excited.

"You can hear everyone's thoughts right now, right?" Edward nodded.

"Just about everyone," He stared at me with a frown and I grinned back.

"Sorry." I offered a shrug. I then smiled. "Would you do me a favor?" I questioned. His answer came within the second.

"Anything," I raised my eyes to meet his. I liked this guy.

"I've always wanted to know… what do people think when they see me? I'm sorry if I sound petty—I've just always wondered." Edward grinned a bit and looked down at the table, his head cocked slightly to left. He spoke after a minute or so.

"That boy—Chris—is still thinking really sexual things about you and it's starting to get graphic." I looked to where Chris was sitting, and sure enough, he was looking over at me with a smirk. I winked at him and gave him the bird. Edward chuckled.

"Right now, those girls over there—" he nodded his head toward a table full of eight or so girls—one of them Jessica (who I had nicknamed Bitch-ica in my head) "—are wondering what you're doing here, and what I see in you." I nodded, frowning slightly.

"I'm wondering that myself, actually." Edward's eyes found mine and he leaned across the table after a few hard looks crossed his face.

"Bella, how many times do I have to tell you that you're unlike anyone I've ever come across? You're so different, and full of life, and beautiful—"

"You think I'm beautiful?" I blurted. He smiled, his full smile, with his scary white teeth and everything.

"Out of everything, that's the only thing you hear?" I'm so sure I blushed. Edward just smiled wider. I shook my head and bit my lip.

"Okay. Enough, enough—that's enough about me. What is everyone thinking in general?" Edward answered quickly.

"Easy." He kept his eyes on me but started lazily pointing his index finger this way and that.

"Sex… sex… drugs… the dance… sex… drugs… shopping for the dance… sex after the dance… more sex...," I raised my eyebrows.

"Please tell me these are the thoughts of the guys?" Edward chuckled.

"It's on everyone's mind." I shrugged.

"Not mine."

"Which part?"

"Huh?" please tell me Edward didn't just ask me if I think about sex? Edward's eyes widened just for a second and then he was controlled again. Another thing to add to the Edward Cullen notebook: He never blushed.

"The dance, I mean."

"Oh!" I laughed awkwardly. "I thought you were asking if I think about sex and drugs." Baby Jesus, why did I say that? I wanted to die. The look on his face… Edward seemed to be looking down and I was looking everywhere but at him and I couldn't handle the awkwardness. Why did I always do this to myself?

"Uhm, no, Bella, I was not asking you about… sex." I bit my lip and nodded.

"Yeah…" I coughed and looked over at the Cullen table. Most of them seemed to be laughing their asses off, but much more quietly this time. I forgot they could hear our conversation. Great.

"But the dance, I mean." Edward said, finally trying to end the awkwardness.

"What about it?" I inquired.

"Mike is going to talk to you about it today." I sighed.

"Joy. Doesn't he get the hint?" Edward smirked.

"No. Most of the boys in this school are trying to build up the courage to simply speak to you—Newton is one of the only who is arrogant enough to follow through." I still didn't know why the boys in this school found me so… I dunno—sex-worthy? The boys in the last school I went to weren't as bold. Sure—one or two of them talked to me—asked me out—and a few of them were even cute. But dating just isn't my thing. Tried it, didn't like it—you get tired after a while when guys only take you out places so they can put their tongue in your mouth and grab your boob during the boring scenes of the movie. Sick assholes. First time that happened, I was so freaked out, my fourteen year old self had my big brother take care of the boy who was stupid enough to touch me without my consent. Dean didn't want to let me date any more, and I didn't care to. It's not like I would ever see any of them again.

"What're you thinking about?" Edward asked with a disappointed look on his face. I shook my head and rested my cheek in my open palm.

"Nothing important," I told him, smiling lightly. Edward wasn't like that. At least, I was pretty damn sure he wasn't. He hadn't even tried to kiss me yet! And I would be lying to say that kissing those full, too pink lips wasn't always on my mind. I just wanted to run my hands through his hair—see if it's as soft as it looks and stare into his golden eyes and good hell, his lips was moving but I couldn't even hear the words he was speaking because I was too busy watching the way his tongue played against his words—crap. I snapped out of it when Edward coughed and rubbed the back of his neck, glancing over at the Cullen table. Jasper Hale gave a thumbs up.

"I'm sorry." I said quickly. "Sometimes I just blank." He nodded.

"It's perfectly fine."

"No, it was rude of me. What were you saying?" Edward opened his mouth to speak, but the warming bell sounded and most of the students in the lunch room started for the doors. Edward and I stayed where we were.

"Bella," Edward said, all serious sounding.

"Edward." I replied, my heart starting to beat faster.

"There are some things you don't yet know about me, but I would like you to. There are things about me that you should know, and that I want to tell you—to show you." I stopped breathing. "Will you please come with me somewhere after your classes?" his eyes were compiling, his hair was just slightly falling out of its perfect style and into his eyes; his face was soft and inviting—he was deadly. He was strange and beautiful and he would be the death of me. I was stupid and welcomed it with open arms.

"Okay." I agreed in a whisper.

"Okay?" he questioned. I nodded, knowing just how crazy and stupid I was being. I was acting purely on feelings, and these feelings are what I hated most.

"Yeah—I'll go with you." He smiled all white, perfect teeth and crinkles in the corners of his eyes.

"Thank you." He replied. He then stood from his chair and held out his hand, still smiling.

"We best be getting to class." I placed my hand in his cold one, and he pulled me to my feet. I left all common sense at that table.

I won't lie. I was nervous. I, Bella Winchester, was a nervous little thing, all because of a boy—a boy who would either make me or break me in a few short hours. Edward walked me to our next class—bio—and, not even shitting you—he pulled out my lab stool for me. I think I was as shocked as everyone who witnessed it. I muttered something that sounded like a bird saying 'thank you' and then unpacked my books from my backpack. I couldn't help but to somehow hear the tick of the big clock on the wall, somehow drowning out the sound of Mr. Banner's long, boring voice as he went on and on about things that I had learned countless times before. I could sense Edward beside me, even though his head was bend low over his work sheet and his long, thin fingers were wrapped tightly around a sharpen pencil.

I had never seen him so invested in his work before. It made me feel like I was slacking. Wanting to look like I was doing something, I took a few notes while humming. No more than a moment later did Mr. Banner's annoying voice finally cut off and I felt him in front of me.

"Miss Winchester." It took everything I had in me not to roll my eyes as I looked up. "I believe you're lost. This is Biology. Not music class." There were a few short laughs but mostly from girls like Jessica and Lauren. Banner looked so pleased with his poor joke. I felt my lips pinch together.

"I'm simply enjoying the little things in life, sir." I all but spit the last word and his graying eyebrows furrowed.

"You should be filling out your test sheet, not auditioning for American Idol." I smirked.

"I already finished." That shut him up. I reached in front of me and handed him the three piece test. He took it from me after a moment and then shook his head.

"And what are you doing here?" he grabbed my notes before I could think to hide them.

"Taking notes, sir." He frowned as he tried to read it.

"They're in…"

"Latin." I pronounced. I had never seen a look of such disbelief as the one that was on Mr. Banner's face.

"What is this?" he demanded. I raised my brows.

"I don't under—"

"I don't know what game you're playing, Miss Winchester, but I can assure you that this kind of behavior won't be—"

"If I may say something, sir," A smooth voice cut Mr. Banner off and I looked over at Edward. He sat straight up in his chair, so different from how he was hunched over just a few minutes ago. His eyes were dark and his jaw tight. "Bella has done nothing wrong. She completed her work and even went further as to take notes. Is there a rule against writing in a different language in this class?" Everything was quiet as Edward stared Mr. Banner down, and Mr. Banner visibly swallowed.

"Mr. Cullen, I don't believe I asked your opinion."

"And I don't believe it's fair of you to try to intimidate your students based solely on the fact that they may know something more than what you're teaching."

I think I actually let my breath go in one of those, "Oh, shit!" kind of ways, and I bit my lip to keep from smiling. Mr. Banner looked completely dumbfounded; his mouth kept opening and closing but he had no words. His face was red and his beady little eyes their usual watery self.

"Mr. Cullen, I will teach and discipline my students the way that I chose and you will respect me when in my classroom."

"I'm sorry, sir. Do you expect me to sit back and respect you while you chose to contradict your pervious statement of teaching your students while in fact you're telling them not to do the assignment you constructed?"

What do you say to that? I honestly, not even kidding, have never felt so much emotion than in that moment. Here was Edward, whoever he may be, defending me against some asshole high school teacher? It was so sweet I thought my teeth would fall out.

"One more word, Mr. Cullen," Mr. Banner spat out through gritted teeth.

"One more word and you will have detention for a week." Edward actually smiled; showing his full, sharp teeth and all. It was a deadly dangerous smile. I could have sworn Mr. Banner's breath caught in his throat.

"I apologize." It sounded very far from an apology. " Please, carry on with your lesson." Mr. Banner's shoulders shook as he turned around and walked to the board, picking up from where he left off. His voice trembled and he barely made eye contact with anyone after that. I looked at Edward out of the corner of my eye, and he still stared at Mr. Banner's back, his eyes cold and dark—melted gold. I felt a shiver run down my spine and I looked away, shaking my head. This was the Edward I would be seeing much more of in the future if I stuck around. This was supernatural Edward. The bell rang and I jumped to my feet, hurrying out the door before anyone else.

I walked quickly through the halls, trying my best not to hit or run into anyone as I all but ran toward the gym.

"Bella," I heard my name called. I almost stopped, but thought better to myself and kept walking.

"Bella," A cold hand grabbed my arm; stopping me and making me drop my books to the floor.

"Damn it!" I swore as I dropped to my knees and started garnering my things.

"Bella, please; calm down." Edward said, getting to his knees as well and picking up some of my things. I took a breath and tucked my hair behind my ears—something I only did when I was in panic mode. I don't know why I was freaking out. Maybe it all just hit me—finally seeing him like that.

His eyes had been so dark—so cold—not at all like the warm amber of this morning. His voice had been like silk, only adding on to the deadly serious look on his face, and when he smiled—that tight, wicked smile—it was too much. It finally showed that the guy I had fallen for was not human. I'm not stupid—I've always known he wasn't human—but I had just finally seen him as less than human and he had acted that way because of me.

"I'm calm. I'm actually very calm. I just don't want to be late." I replied, grabbing the last book and getting to my feet. I tried to look anywhere but at him.

"Bella," he said in that way of his; the way that one might try out a new word; with wonder, with beauty. "I can tell you're upset, and I'm sorry if I've been the one to upset you somehow. I had no intention of that." I finally looked at him. His eyes were light again, but this time, full of worry. I bit my lip.

"You haven't upset me, Edward. I just really have to get to class." I tried to walk pass him again, but he stopped me by quickly sidestepping in front of me.

"I did something." He said, frowning. "If this is about Banner…"

"What was that?" I asked, trying to shake the picture my mind had taken of Edward's lifeless eyes out of my head. He sighed.

"I didn't mean…" he gave his head a short shake, lowing his voice and leaning closer toward me.

"I didn't mean for that to happen, but his thoughts… Bella, he is a despicable man who cannot even admit to his own stupidity. He has had it in for you since the moment you got here, and I am not going to let him bully you." I closed my eyes.

"Edward, really, that's very sweet of you, but I honestly can't afford to get into any trouble here. I didn't exactly have the best run at my last school, and this is my chance." His expression softened.

"Your chance at what?" I raised my eyes to meet his.

"To be normal," He didn't say anything and no more than a second later did the warning bell ring.

"I have to go." I mumbled. He didn't try to stop me this time, but I did turn again to tell him one thing. "I'll still go with you to wherever you wanted to take me, but no funny business. I pack a mean punch." I told him. He didn't say anything, but he pushed his lips, a dejected look crossing his face.

Gym went by much too fast. By the time it let out, I was covered in sweat and almost out of breath.

"Bella," Charlotte panted beside me. "Bella… how… did you… do that?" she wheezed, bending over and putting her hands on her knees.

"Do what?" I asked, running my hand over the back of my neck.

"You just ran twenty laps without stopping. I'm about to drop dead." Oh. That was why. How do I tell her that Dad ran us ten miles a day for years when we were kids? I was trained like a soldier. Hell, I'm pretty sure I could take on a couple of soldiers at once.

"I'm in pretty good shape." I said shortly. She looked me up and down.

"I'd say." For the first time, I noticed a look of envy in her clear blue eyes, and I rubbed my neck awkwardly.
"I think I'm gonna hit the showers." I told her. She nodded, but said nothing else.

At Forks High, the showers were blocked off by a short wall in each stall, allowing each person their own shower room. I was thankful for that. I liked my privacy.

I showered as quickly as I could, making a semi-record for caring, and then getting dressed as quickly as possible.

"You can do this Bella. You may not even have to kill him." I told myself. Because that's what I was thinking—that's what had me worried. By the time I was standing on the front steps of school, my hair was damp, and my nerves still everywhere. I didn't know where I was supposed to meet Edward. I can't believe I was still going to an unknown location with him. I can't believe I agreed in the first place. As I stood nervously pulling the ends of my hair, Edward's sliver Volvo pulled up, and I knew there was no turning back after he opened the passenger door for me.

Things were quiet in the car. There was still a lot of awkwardness left over from earlier today and I didn't really know what to say. I wasn't good with my mouth when I wasn't being sassy or witty, so I couldn't find anything to say. I didn't want to ask him to turn on the radio—mainly because all of that Top 40 crap gave me a headache—but also because then I would be force to speak, and I was being a bit of a coward right about then.

After ten minutes of driving down a long road that was leading out of town, Edward finally pulled the car to the side of the road and to a complete stop.

"What are you—" I started to question, but Edward fixed me with a look as he turned the car off and unbuckled his seat belt.

"I want to show you something." His eyes were darker, serious. "It's a short hike. Will you come?" I looked out the window at the forest; the tall trees, the things that lurked in there. I didn't know how to reply, so I unbuckled my seat belt as my answer.

"Are you okay?" Edward asked me after an hour of hiking. I nodded and then pushed my lips. We didn't say much as we walked. The woods was a cold, wet place—everything green and mossy, fresh and old, creepy as hell, but also peaceful and inviting.

"I just wish you would have told me what we were doing. These so aren't hiking boots." I looked down at my gray shin high boots with a bit of a heel to them and frowned. Hopefully I wouldn't ruin them.

"I'm sorry." Edward replied. "I didn't even think…" I waved my hand.

"It's fine. I like hiking, and I could use the air." I still had no idea where we were going. I hadn't been in these woods since the Wendigo issue, and even then it wasn't overly fun.

"We're almost there—less than a mile now." Edward told me. I pushed my lips and looked up at the trees overhead—their yellow and orange leaves blowing in the light breeze. I should have been freaked out.

Why was Edward taking me so deep into the woods? Everything in me—the hunter in me—was screaming at me to stop. To turn around and run, that this wasn't right and that I was being stupid. But as I was coming to learn, your mind and your heart like to tell you different things.

Finally, after what felt like years, Edward proclaimed, "We're here." I caught up to where he was and walked up beside him.

He was looking into a beautiful meadow, with bright green grass and wildflowers that some might call weeds, and I expected to see Bambi any second.

"This is beautiful." I whispered, walking into the circle of the meadow.

"I'm glad you like it." I could hear the smile in Edward's voice. It smelled like fresh rain and endless earth leading to promises of peace and a day spent at home reading your favorite book.

"What is this place?" I asked, not being able to keep the smile off my face—I could hear it in my voice.

"I come here when I need to think, which has been quite often, as of late." He said. I turned to face him.

"It's magical." I proclaimed. He smiled his beautiful, perfect, inhuman smile. I turned around again, looking at all of the brightly colored wildflowers. I had never seen something so pretty. You never really had time to smell the roses, so to speak, when you're a hunter.

"Come on, Edward." I held my hand out to him. "Come into the light!" I called. But he stayed in the shadows; his bright golden eyes staring at me like a cat watching its prey. I turned around, looking at the flowers again.

"Bella…" Edward whispered my name. I turned, surprised to see him so close to me suddenly, having noiselessly crossed the meadow to stand right behind me.

"Whoa." I instantly took a step back.

"I'm sorry." He spoke softly. "I didn't mean to frighten you." I shook my head.

"I know you're wondering why I've brought you here." I nodded. I couldn't find my voice.

"Bella, I'm not—I'm not like you." He told me, his brows pulled together so tightly they were becoming one.

"I know that." I told him, a secret smile coming to my face.

"I don't know how to even continue with what I'm about to tell you, but I need to tell you. I owe you that much." Edward answered.

"You don't owe me anything." I said softly, looking down. I didn't know where this was going. I didn't like where this was going.

"But I do! I shouldn't have… I shouldn't have gotten to know you. That was a mistake." Ouch. I'm not even going to try to say that didn't hurt.


"No, I need to say this." He looked down, almost like a lost boy who wanted to kick at the ground with his shoe and sigh until he had a million soundless words freed.

"You know. You know that I'm not human, but I've tricked you. I made you think that I'm this nice guy who will never hurt you and always be there, but I can't promise that. I can't promise that I won't be the one to hurt you and I hate myself for that." I shook my head.

"Edward, stop—"

"I'm a monster, Bella. I could kill you right now, before you even had the chance to blink." I shook my head. I knew this was going to happen—that this was what he wanted to tell me—but I have come to realize that I didn't want to know. I didn't want to be told what I already knew because then there would be nothing between us. Nothing to stop me from feeling the way that I do and making me feel wrong for feeling these very things. I shouldn't have come here in the first place. Damn it—what was wrong with me?!

"But you wouldn't." I whispered, looking up at his eyes. He smiled that slow, devilish smile.

"No?" I shook my head.


"Well, you're wrong!" before I could even blink, he was halfway across the meadow, the leaves that were woken from their sleep on the forest bed still falling to the ground.

"I'm faster than you are." He shouted back to me, his lovely voice catching in the wind. He then kicked a tall, thick, moss covered tree, and it snapped within a second, falling forward and making me jump as it hit the ground with an ear slicing bang. "Stronger." He laughed, again standing in front of me, moving so quickly that I didn't even see him. He was a blur and I was a stupid, stupid girl. "So tell me, Isabella Winchester. Do you really doubt that I wouldn't kill you?" his voice was silk, seductive and challenging , his eyes dark—almost darker than I had ever seen them before—and his scent was everywhere—that cool winter crest, cinnamon and hazelnut—it was intoxicating. It was the animal willing its prey to trust him. It was all a warning of death.

"No," I said forcibly, finally being able to look him in his eyes. "I don't doubt any of that." I made clear, my voice far stronger than I was feeling.

"I don't doubt that you can kill me. I know that you can. I just doubt that you will." He laughed that bitter-cold laugh, his face becoming something more than inhuman—something terrifying.

"And why is that? There's no one here—" he looked around dramatically, waving his hand and grinning. "No one to hear you scream… I made sure of that. We're miles from anyone who might hear the tiniest whimper—the softest plea for help." He smiled then, taking two steps toward me after I took another step back. "We're all alone, Bella." He whispered, close to my ear, appearing behind me. His fingers pulled my hair away from my neck, and over one shoulder.

"We're all alone, and you smell so good." I closed my eyes. I didn't dare move. Truth be told, I was kind of scared. Truth also be told, I never expected this from him. He had promised he wouldn't hurt me—and I believed him. I still do—but promises are just words set in place to get things in return. Promises can be broken like the clearest glass and stolen away like a prized heirloom. They meant nothing.

"Your blood—it sings to me." He murmured, his nose lightly running down my neck. I shivered and seriously started to rethink all of this. Stupid me had gotten myself in way too deep again. I wanted to slap myself.

"Oh, dear sweet, sweet Bella… sweet, beautiful Bella, you really have no idea." He took a deep breath and then released it in a near growl. His cell phone went off then, playing an annoying generic Apple ringtone. He ignored it.

"You should get that." I told him, my breath something of a soft pant. I could feel his smirk against my skin.

"And why is that?"

"It's rude not to answer calls." He laughed, half amused, half still animalistic.

"Lecturing me on common manners at a time like this? My, you are a strange one." I sighed, my eyes closing and rolling in their sockets.

"Are you at your breaking point yet?" he questioned, his cool fingers running up and down my sleeveless arms. "Are your instincts telling you to run by now? Go ahead—we all love a good chase."

"Go to hell." I told him. His fingers stopped moving.

"I've been there and back. It's where I belong, and I've been trying to find a way back there for many years now." Slowly, I turned my head to look at him. His head was bowed, his eyes amber and his voice sad. He was so hot and cold that I couldn't keep up. Was this Edward, the nice boy that I fell in 'like' with, or Edward, the supernatural being that aimed to intimidate and put fear in me?

"But you, Bella—you changed that." He whispered, shaking his head. I turned my head back around, my back facing him. His breath tickled the back of my neck, making the fine hairs there stand up.

"Have you figured it out yet, sweet girl? Have you any idea the sick, masochistic thing that I am yet? What I am?" I licked my dry lips.

"Crazy." I said, very calmly. "You're crazy." He barked out a laugh and I sprung around, looking him straight in his beautiful, unsettling face.

"That has to be the most accurate description you have ever made of me."

"Stop this." I said, finally finding my voice. "Why are you doing this to me?" he raised his eyebrows, and I had a feeling that had he not been in such a poor mood, he would have raised his arms over his head and waved his hands.

"Why am I doing this to you? Bella, why am I doing this to myself?" he said angrily. "I've sat beside you in class every day, within inches of you and I've never once let the blood-lust take over. I've denied myself the sweetest thing I have ever craved, and then I befriended it." I took a step back and he followed, never taking his eyes off of mine. Another step and he was in front of me again. I felt my boot catch on a raised stump and before I could save myself, I had fallen to the ground, flat on my ass. Edward came down to my level, getting down on his knees in front of me as I sat stunned.

"You are the outcome of all of my sins, Bella. This beautiful thing sent to haunt me for the horrors of my past and the mistakes of my future." He closed his eyes tightly and put his hand to his forehead, rubbing roughly, as if he could push the thoughts away.

"I keep telling myself, 'Just one taste. I can stop myself. I can do it', but I never do. I never give in to this constant craving—this feeling of need. And it took me so long to understand why that was."

"Why?" I whispered; my heart pounding and my eyes burning dangerously close to that familiar prick of broken promises.

"Because I want to refuse what I am in order to be around you, Bella… I want to throw the rest away and not have to imagine a scene where I'm covered in your blood. I've seen that scene, and it's damned near killed me." I stopped breathing. This was becoming too much for me. Too much to handle and I didn't know what to do any more.

"What are you?" I asked of him, my voice just slightly panicked. I had more than a guess. I had the answer, but I wanted to hear him say it. To tell me I was right. It seemed that he had the same idea. His eyes were so brightly gold in that moment when he answered, "You know the answer to that, Bella." I shook my head, not wanting to believe it but knowing it was true. "No." I whispered.

"Say it." Edward demanded. I filched. "Say it, Bella. You know what I am. You know." I finally looked up at him fully. "I want to hear you say it." He whispered softly, his sweet breath blowing in my face. I closed my eyes.

"Vampire…" I said very slowly. "You're a vampire." I heard Edward's breath leave him in a long, relived sigh, and then a quick intake of breath.

"I'm a monster, Bella. I just wanted you to see that."

"No. You wanted to scare me." I told him angrily, getting to my feet and glaring at him with as much hate as I could muster.

"You wanted to scare me off so I would run away. You want to show me all of these horrible things that you could do to me and then leave me very lost and empty because you're confused." I told him. "You're… you're selfish." I finished, not being able to say everything else that I wanted to say. He wanted to make a big show of what he was? He wanted to show me he could kill me without a second thought and then try to sweet-talk me? No. I was not taking that BS.

"You're manipulative and captivating and stubborn and a bit of an asshole—"

"Are you finished now?" I glared at him.

"No, I'm not finished! Edward, you just went on total douchebag mode and I'm freakin' pissed beyond belief at you!" I shouted. "I get it. You want me to stay away from you. You're a monster. You want to kill me but you don't want to kill me. You've never even asked yourself if I even want a say in any of this!"

"Do you?" Edward questioned. My mouth opened in disbelief. The nerve of him!

"Well, yeah! Ugh, you are so stupid!" I felt like stumping my foot and screaming. He made me feel as mad as a child that was denied a cookie.

"I can't believe you, Edward Cullen. You brought me all the way out here—playing nice all day—just to turn into a vampire asshole?!"

"I've always been a vampire—"

"You've always been an asshole, too! I'm just now realizing it." I rubbed at my eyes, hoping to push the ache that was forming away.

"You know what? Take me home. Take me home right now or just kill me. Either way, I want away from you." I told him. His eyes became blank, and his smile lost its hard line. His body was stiff. I felt harsh. I felt awful, but what else was I supposed to do? I liked him—God did I like him—but he was a freakin' vampire for hell's sake, and even though he was unlike any vamp I've ever come across, he was still what I hunted. I had already told myself that it didn't matter what he was—that I liked him and he was nice to me and I didn't think he was dangerous and he said he didn't hurt people—but I was betraying my brothers, my father—everyone that I cared about. I was going against law here, and I don't even know if he actually did bring me here to murder me. I believe he did. He closed his eyes.


"What?!" I shouted, causing a few birds overhead to fly away. "What do you want from me, Edward? You made me fall for you and then you tell me that you want to kill me. You're kind of sending me mixed signals here and I don't even know if I'm safe in your company right now." He was making me lose it. I just wanted to go home. I actually didn't even have a home, but I wanted Sam and Dean. Wherever they were, that was home. He looked down; the picture of a little boy rubbing his shoe into the dirt came to mind.

"Bella, I'm sorry… I just wanted to show you what I really am; who I really am. We—my kind—once we start something, we have to finish it. I'm sorry for taking it that far." I ran my hands through my hair, pulling at the roots and letting an angry sound escape me.

"Don't apologize. Don't you dare apologize at a time like this." I all but growled. "You said you wouldn't hurt me." I whispered. "I believed you…"

"I won't." he said, just as soft. I laughed.

"Did you not hear a word you just said? Excuse me if I found that hard to believe." I then looked him in his eyes; his sad, golden eyes. "Edward, you're a vampire." He smiled sadly, his eyes hard.

"Yes, I know. I have been for a very long time." I calmly sat back down on the soft ground, or maybe I fell, I don't really know. I just knew I couldn't stand any longer. "Shit." I mumbled to myself. "Crap, crap, crap." I locked my arms under my legs and stared straight ahead.

"Bella," Edward questioned, "are you alright?" stupid question, Edward, I wanted to say, but my mouth wasn't working. I should have been running—quite possibly screaming. I should have been calling Sam and Dean the second I found out what Edward was. I should have been trying to get as far away from him as humanly possible. But no, I sat down and had a freak out session that was much over-due. That happened to me a lot. My body and minds nature reaction came a little later than most.

He got down on the ground beside me and I filched away from his touch when he reached his hand out to me. His eyes found mine as he slowly lowered his hand away from my face. I couldn't get his look of sad disappointment out of my mind when he said, "You should put your head between your knees. Breathe deeply." I couldn't tell you the number of times I have actually done that—I've done it a lot—but this time, it was doing anything but helping.

"Bella, I swear I won't hurt you. I'm so sorry for frightening you. I had to try."

"Try what?" I asked weakly. It seemed I had used up all of my angry energy for today.

"I had to try to give you one last chance to run away and be finished with me. To leave and continue on with your life; to be normal, like you said earlier." I shook my head.

"That's not the way you do things, Edward. That's not how this works."

"Then tell me how it works!" Edward pleaded. "I'm not used to this, Bella. I don't do this. I don't interact with humans and I certainly don't fall in love with them." I swear to whatever is out there that my heart gave out.

"What?" my breath left me and went out with that one word. I couldn't handle this. "I'm sorry, what?" I repeated. Edward opened that beautiful, perfect, vampire mouth to say something, but in my most disappointing moment of my life, everything went back, and I, Bella Winchester, who has gone up against many great and scary things, fainted.

It happens to the best of us.

I'm just a moment, so don't let me pass you by

We could be a story in the morning, but we'll be a legend tonight
I'm just a moment, so don't let me pass you by
And they can speak our names in a dead language
'Cause you and I, we're alive
But just for a moment
Just for a moment

Songs for this chapter:

Do You Want Me (Dead?) -All Time Low

Hey everyone! I am so, so, so awfully sorry for the long wait! A lot of crazy things have happened and I am about to fill you all in. But first, I would like to address something.

A month or so ago, I was sent two very rude, very unnecessary reviews and personal messages on here by someone who clearly did not think of anything other than themselves at the time of typing those words.

This person called me, and I quote, 'Fickle, awful, terrible, and the worst person ever, and they were tired of my fickleness'. They then demanded that I put MY (YES, THIS IS MY STORY, IF YOU ARE NOT AWARE) MY story up for adoption because I can't update every week.


I have a life. I have friends, a family, school, a job, and a puppy that has been sick since the day I got him, and I need to take care of all of that first. If you can't understand that, okay, fine. But please—don't you dare ever call someone such horrible things just because they can't always update within a reasonable time frame. I write because I enjoy it—not because I have to.

I'm so sorry for that rant, but I am honestly so offended right now.

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I've missed you guys! Since I've last been on here, I've gotten a puppy! He is now a beautiful four month old Blue Merle Australian Shepherd! His name is Brighten Kennedy. :) Bright is his first name, Kennedy his middle, but I love calling him by his full name. :) He is honestly the most adorable, smartest little thing ever. He even has baby blue eyes! Ahhh, I love him! He's named after one of my favorite bands (Brighten) and Kennedy is after Kennedy Brock, who is in my favorite band, The Maine. :)

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