Okay, so this is a new story of mine. I deleted the other two- A Cimmerian Heart and another little one shot- and I'm not starting a new one. I own none of these characters. It's pretty much the same. The Cullens are all related the same way.

Full Summary: The Cullens- Carlisle and Esme, Emmett and Rosalie, and Alice and Jasper- live in Forks, Washington. They don't attend school, but are "homeschooled". They still sparkle and can be can come in without being invited in, but they can sleep as well. The inside of their bodies are not frozen and they bleed, yet they are indestructable. They follow the vegetarian diet, but the same in this story- there's the Volturi. One day Alice has a vision of a clumsy dasmel in distress teenager seeing Emmett and Edward hunting one day.

We meet Isabella Swan. A clusmy dasmel in distress looking for quietness in her lonely world. A year ago her father, Charlie Swan, passed away from a shooting that took place at a local convinient store in Forks. She became very close with Jacob Black, childhood friend, and spends a lot of her time on his Rez with his friends. (They aren't wolves by the way) One day while strolling about in the forest next to her home, she witnesses the gruesome murder of a mountain lion and a bear by two beings that appear to be human. They eye her down and she darts on instinct. They catch up with her and that's the day her life totally changed.

I'd had it! I couldn't do anything! He was shutting me out and isolating me in my house, and I couldn't do it anymore. The way he made me feel was beyond livid at the moment, yet I wanted to break down and cry because I knew he couldn't ever feel the same way I did,

"It's complicated." He'd say as if I didn't understand what he felt. If anyone wasn't understanding anything here it's him! I'm the human here, he's the vampire.

My God! He acts as if he's never even been human before. I mean, isn't that what a vampire is before they're turned. Their heart beats, they're body temperature doesn't feel like they just went streaking in December, and they have feelings. What, does becoming a vampire mean that when your heart stops your feelings stop as well? Yeah, Edward was a rude son of a bitch, but he was also kind. I had seen it time and time again thoughout the course of our time together, but why did he have such a problem with opening up?

"Bella!" I heard his deep voice hollering after me in a frantic run. I knew it wouldn't take him that long to catch up with me, hence he's the vampire and I'm the human. Of course I knew he would catch me before the though of running out the door even crossed my mind. I just hope he didn't think I was trying to run away from him and that I just wanted to make a point.

The harder I ran the harder the rain started to poor. Mud was popping up all over my jeans and my hair was a sopping mess. The noise from the rain made it hard to hear Edward's bellows. Somewhere in the distance the thunder rolled, like the angels were bowling. He should've been caught up with me by now, I thought. Leaves crackled from beside me and a flash of lightning showed the body of man in front of me that wasn't Edward's. In flash it was gone. I stopped, staring in front of me. It was as if my bones had been frozen in place. I didn't know if the temperature had dropped or if it was unnoticed fear that chilled my arms with goosebumps. In that moment time altogether had stopped. I couldn't hear Edward screaming my name anymore. I didn't hear the crackling of leaves anymore, I couldn't even hear the pounding of my own heart. I could feel heat rushing to my face. I knew this was it. Edward had given up. He was going to let them have me. I was going to die, and I wasn't ready. In an instant I felt my back being shoved to a tree. I gasped.

"Bella," Edward breathed, "What the hell are you thinking?" He spit out. The venom in his voice and the impact from the tree brought me back to reality. I tried to shimmy out of his grip, but it was useless. The rain continued to poor and drench his features. The droplets cascaded down his face and his hair stuck to his forehead. The starless, midnight sky shaded his eyes an even deeper black than what they were.

"Let me go, Edward!" I yelled in his face trying to free myself from his grasp.

"No," He said pulling me by the arm and dragging me to the house.

"Edward," I said trying to pull my arm out of his vice grip, "Let me go you're hurting me."

"Please, this isn't hurting you." He scoffed.

With some more pathetic and unneeded struggling, we found ourselves closing in on my house. He dragged me up the stairs of the front porch and threw open the door slamming it shut as we entered the much quieter house.

My breathing was erratic. He paced the floors of the living room gripping his hair. Yep, he was pissed. Well, good. I'm glad he was. I hope he was frustrated. Shows him right for pissing me off and frustrating me beyond belief. He whispered to himself, rambling on and on about something that was probably complete nonsense. I wonder if he remembered that I was standing behind him. As if reading my mind, he suddenly stopped and let out a humorless laugh before turning to me with a death glare. Out of all the times he did this he should that I wasn't scared,

"Don't look at me like that," I spit out.

"Don't look at you like what?" He laughed again, "I have every right to. Do you realize what almost just happened," Oh, yay, here we go! Just what I was anticipating, a lecture. I kind of wanted his demanding side back. Not that I didn't enjoy this caring side of his, but he was completely blind sometimes, "Well?" He asked. Was he serious?

"I thought that was a retorhical question," I said with an eye roll. He stared blankly at me.

"You- how- h-..." he stuttered, "How can you even say that at a time like this?"

"You know, Edward, you shouldn't worry so much it can give you wrinkles." I said and smiled at his reaction. His eyes darkened and he was over to me with lightning speed. Before I knew it we were in my room and I was being thrown on the bed.

"Fucking A, Bella!" He screamed then punched the wall, which made me jump.

"Damn, Edward, what did the wall ever do to you?" I screamed, becoming a little pissed with his rampage on my wall.

"You almost just got yourself killed, Bella! Do you not realize what your stupidity just almost did for you?" Okay, that was it. I was becoming livid once again, because of him. Because of his stupid attempt of failing to realize how I felt and how he felt. He was not about to blame me for this.

"You know what," I said, getting up off the bed, "this isn't my fault." I copied his pace. "If you weren't such a dick then I wouldn't have ran out. I wouldn't almost be dead right now. You think this is all my fault. If you weren't so damn blind and saw what was right in front of you, and that I don't want to run away from you anymore and that I do trust you and that you can trust me. If you could just see how I felt. If you would just open-" I stopped myself mid sentence and gave up. I huffed out a breath and stared at him for a reaction. He stared at me in bewilderment. He blinked and then his eyes searched mine before looking down at the floor as if he knew the missing piece of the puzzle that I was rambling on about. He knew that he could give more, he just somehow couldn't. He knew how I felt, and as realization masked his face, he looked at me with softer eyes,

"If I would just what, Bella?" My eyes met his. His voice held no hope. It didn't hold the continuation that I was looking for. I was hoping he would say more, but he didn't. He acted like that was all he could give. We stared for a couple minutes. I shook my head slowly back in forth.

"You act like the other night meant nothing to you," I said as a tear ran down my face.

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