Author's Note: I don't own Twilight obviously. This is my first ever fanfiction. I hope you guys like it. Basically then Cullens moved in two years earlier than in the book so Edward's at college when Bella moves in. Obviously she wasn't killed by Tyler's truck but meh. Enjoy

Edward's Point of View

It is very hard to not feel like a third wheel to my family. Or rather a seventh. I had been studying at Dartmouth this past year while Alice and Jasper took a hand at Yale and Rosalie and Emmett took another honeymoon touring Europe. New Hampshire and Connecticut weren't that far, especially for us, but when I would visit them Alice would usually talk away on the interior design of their dorm suite she's been decorating while Jasper calmly sat there thinking every praise one can think of for the little pixie next him. The bond there, though not as verbal as Rosalie and Emmett's, was overwhelming at times that cutting my visit short was not unusual, much to Alice's disappointment.

But now I was home at Forks for spring break, with Carlisle and Esme and all of my siblings. I care for my family dearly, but they all have life partners. Someone they can be with every second of eternity and I could only feel as a tag along. So I took my Volvo to Port Angeles, with no intent at all. I must have driven through the city twice but when I stopped for the first time for a red light, I felt thirstier than I ever had been since being a newborn. I had hunted last week with my family once we all came home. I shouldn't be this thirsty. The wind was blowing and the windows were only opened slightly. I debated just running the light but there were too many people walking by and too many cars in the road. My throat burned as the scent lingered in my car. I took a right turn into a parking lot. I got out inhaling deeply, slamming the door behind me.

The scent lingered the streets but it was fading. I was walking only slightly faster than a human speed but my mind was whirling into a monster I had thought I locked up. I couldn't stop my feet, and I started to find myself in a dark part of the town. I could hear only a few footsteps, all some distance from each other. "No witnesses,"I muttered under my breath before I could stop the thought from forming. I swore and made myself stop advancing on my unsuspecting prey. I really was a monster, no matter what Carlisle has tried to make us all believe. I stopped my breathing but at this point it was too imbedded in my mind.

One set of footsteps was getting closer. They were light, too light for a male though they were walking with some kind of haste. I held my breath and prayed that she would not turn down the alley street I was in but it seems God has no sympathy for damned souls. She was looking at the ground, as if to make sure she didn't trip over everything. I turned ready to run out but I heard her gasp behind me. I whipped back around making the mistake of inhaling air. As her scent over came me my pose grew rigid and I felt like crying out. Anything to lessen the thirst. She had stopped moving, standing under the only streetlight on the dark street. I could hear her heart pounding erratically, probably out of fear of an unknown man alone in a dark alley-street at night. There was no one else around, not even an alley cat dared to creep out from the shadows.

The burning in my throat grew more intense and I couldn't help but take a step forward. I took a couple of more slowly and before I knew it I was outside the light which the girl stood in. She took no steps backwards, I couldn't figure out why she stood as if frozen. It only then occurred to me her mind was blank, there was not a whisper of her thoughts filling mine. I felt frustration starting to brew inside of me.

Just who was this demon? This angel from hell sent just to torture me!

I took another couple of steps toward her, my mind still torn. Run! I wanted to yell at her. Why weren't any of her survival skills working? Instinct should tell her to move, not that it would matter anyway. I could outrun her within a second. But if I could see the fear shown on her face maybe I could control that side of me. Maybe she could be saved. But as light reached my features she gasped and took a step forward. I could read no fear on her face, just some sort of sense of awe. Maybe surprise? Vampires were known to have a beauty to them that attracts humans. Like a cardinal's red feathers attract a mate. However usually their instinct tells them to keep distance, as they very well should. Why wasn't hers kicking in, I cannot tell. Being unable to read her mind was frustrating me enough to almost growling. Confusion swept across her face as I stared intently at her trying to get into her thoughts. Her scent had burst it's way through almost every fragment of self control I clung to, I was barely three steps away now.

"Why won't you run?" I hissed barely audible but I know she heard. I stared into her dark brown eyes as I spoke. They held a warmth I could not take the time to admire. It took her a minute before actually speaking, very quietly, though surprisingly calmly,

"I don't want to," blood pooled into her cheeks and I kept my mouth shut, not breathing. Had I taken another breath, I would have bit her right then and there.

"...You don't want to?" I whispered to make sure I heard right, once I felt a stronger grasp on my control. I felt like laughing in a sense. Here was this girl who felt safe in my presence? The very thing that's a current immense threat to her life? Who was she? Did God wish to punish me? To remind me of the evil I am? "What is your name?"

"Bella Swan," she answered quickly, not sure of the reason for the question.

Swan. The police chief of Forks' last name was Swan. It wasn't an unusual last name however I heard from Esme around winter break about his daughter moving up here to live with him. She's had a record number of visits to Forks hospital, according to Carlisle's thoughts I had read some days ago. What was she, a magnet to danger? Somehow the familiarity of the girl, though not personally, made me gain a few more shreds of self-control.

"Go Bella," I said evenly looking into her eyes, trying to find any scrap of fear. Her face didn't seem to show any though. A flash of anger seemed to rush through her eyes though.

"I'm not afraid of you," she said stubbornly like a child wishing to prove herself. Oh lovely, this girl was completely mental. In my now evident irritation I took a small stone from the side of the road and flung it through two car windows having it smack into the brick wall before tumbling against the sidewalk.

"You should be," I replied coldly. Her eyes widened staring at the car, I smiled at the first reasonable reaction she's shown tonight. However she stared back at me with amazement, not fear. Confusion and curiosity battled within her eyes as self control battled within me. Finally she spoke, her voice cracking,

"What are you?"

"You don't need to know," I whispered, shame lacing my voice. What was I going to do? I showed her my inhuman strength and her blood was calling me every second I stood there. I could run, just leave her in that spot and get to my Volvo. She took a step closer to me, and I took one back. Had I been in a different circumstance, had I been any normal human boy, I would noticed how her dark hair matched her eyes. I would have seen that blue was a lovely color for her. How her blush greatly warmed her pale skin. However the circumstances have brought her to be my prey. Circumstances have made me a monster.

She seemed to have been about to say something but I cut her off staring at her intensely, "Please Bella." I would get down on my knees if I had to. I was not going to destroy what time left my family had here. I couldn't hurt them like that.

"I don't think I know my way back..." her voice trailed off and I shut my eyes. Whether she was from heaven or hell someone had it out for me. I could leave her there. There was nothing that made me unable to just take off. But what if someone else found her here? It wouldn't surprise me if she ran into a serial killer now.

"Follow me," I sighed walking swiftly away from her. She had to run to keep up. It only took two minutes for us to return to my car. When I got in I rolled all the windows completely down despite her shivering from the cold. It was either shiver a little or lose your mortality.

She told me the name of the restaurant her friends were waiting for her. Jessica and Angela. They were underclassmen when I graduated Forks' High School. Jessica had tried to gain my interest but finally took the rejection after a month or so.

"What is your name?" Bella quietly asked next to me. She was fidgeting with her hands.

"Edward."

"Edward what?" I couldn't tell her Cullen. She was bound to connect me to my father and our life in Forks would be threatened.

"Edward Masen," I gave her my former last name. The one I had before I decided to join Carlisle's family. I haven't used it in so long it felt weird to own it. The rest of the drive was in silence. When I pulled next to the place, they seemed to be looking frantically up and down the sidewalks.

"Go to your friends," I said apathetically, waiting for her scent to finally leave my presence.

"Thank you," she whispered, getting out of the car. When she shut the door I rolled the windows back up. I didn't need her friends recognizing me. Once she crossed the street, I took off, a strip of silver streaming through the streets of Port Angeles. I needed to talk to Carlisle. I needed to get back to New Hampshire. I needed to rid my car of this intoxicating scent.