Summary: Selfishness and desire are human traits. They are not traits born to Guards. Decisiveness, loyalty, and fear are as much a part of me as my wings are meant to be. And yet, I'd let my wings fade…for him.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, I just have a lot of feelings.
A/N: I'm back like a pesky cold, bitches! Not sure what In Venam means, Google translator, people. I'm not doing all the work for you. LOL. Oh, and I'mma workin' with the amazing Maxipoo1024 again on this one. She is the Tide Stick to my sloppy writing, and I love her for it.
I stared out the window, the rain came down in a slow, lazy drizzle. The sky was coloured in shades of washed out blues and greys. Shoes squeaked and chairs whined noisily across the white and black linoleum floor.
I listened to the steady heartbeats of people around me and tried like hell to tune out the arbitrary inner yammering of the teenage crowd I was surrounded by.
The air shifted, stilling, and blew back at me. The scent it carried was…other. Certainly not a shifter though, just not a human. No human smelled like that. I lifted my head and looked to the front of the classroom. There, standing at the head of the class to the left of Mr. Banner was a thin, pale girl. Her hair flowed in soft chocolate and amber waves down her back. Her curves were humble, understated. She handed a slip to Mr. Banner, and he directed her to the only seat left in the room—right next to me.
My body prickled and charged, rippling with electricity. My mouth flooded with hot venom. The closer she stalked the more aware my body became.
She sat down and gazed around the room with a cautious eye. She seemed on edge and unsure. I watched from the corner of my eye as she ran her index finger over a carving on the desk's surface.
Her finger traced each letter once, twice, then stopped, and she turned toward me.
"Hello," she said, her voice rose as if she were asking a question.
I took a deep breath, inhaling that other scent. I couldn't put my finger on it. It intrigued me. Sandalwood and lemongrass? No. Cocoa and sweet tea? Maybe dew? Morning on a chilly day mixed with…something, my brain mused. I wonder if she tastes anything like she smells.
"Hello," I answered, realizing I'd taken a beat too long to answer her. "I'm Edward Cullen."
"I know," she whispered, flushing a gentle shade of pink.
"Isabella," she announced, cutting me off.
It was then that I realized that I couldn't hear her. I couldn't hear her thoughts. Her mind was completely still and mysteriously silent. So was her heart. I inhaled again. No, not a vampire, but no heartbeat. Isabella, what are you? I pushed my thoughts aside and said, "Welcome to Forks, Isabella." My voice was smooth and even, but I felt anything but. My insides shook. Who, or what, is sitting next me?
Her brunt chocolate eyes roamed my face, pinning me where I sat. She was utterly stunning. She simply smiled and turned to face the front of class.
My mind clicked through all the possibilities: no audible heartbeat, unearthly scent, and impenetrable thoughts, but not a vampire. If she was a shifter, she was completely unique in that she didn't smell of foul, rotting garbage. I ruled out Child of the Moon as well. They had fast, erratic heartbeats, and that certainly wasn't the case here.
A succubus? Maybe, but high schools weren't exactly their usual stomping grounds. The bar in Port Angeles, maybe, but an under-populated high school in Forks, not likely.
Deftly, a note slid in front of me.
You're putting way too much thought into this.
My head snapped to the side, and my eyes zeroed in on her beautiful face. "You can hear me?" I thought, shock ripping through my brain.
Her subtle nod confirmed my thought, and suddenly my mind was a hive of activity.
All right, add that to the list. No heartbeat, smells like heaven, silent mind, and mind reader.
No doubt about it, I was flummoxed.
She giggled and the sound pulled me from my reverie. The bell rang and I quickly gathered my things, ready to move to the next period. Maybe Alice would have answers.
"Don't count on it," Isabella whispered as she pushed away from the desk, pulling her the strap of her book bag up her shoulder.
End Notes: Yeah, I know it's short. I'm going to try to keep the chapters fairly short, but don't hold me to that, I can be a wordy bitch sometimes. I love hearing from you guys, drop me a line and tell me what you think so far.