Note: This is only an excerpt of what is to come. This is not the first chapter, or even a part of the first chapter. Enjoy D?
Bella's Point of View
"Why are you following me?" An irritated yet lovely voice queried.
"Because!" I paused, folding my arms across my chest, glowering darkly at the boy in front of me.
"Oh, yes. A wonderful defense, and clever too I might add." He retorted and rolled his eye, his firm grip on the car's wheel tightening as the tendons in his skeletal hands extended outwards.
I scowled at Edward's smart comment and furrowed my brow remaining silent. There was a long period of time where we both just sat and glared at inanimate objects. Well, at least I was. I refused to look at Edward when he was being so persistent to my being there. I had good reason, if I did not I was positive I would never be in his Volvo. "Honestly, why have you been following me?" Edward inquired again, seeming somewhat more composed now after several minutes of silence. "I don't know..." I lied, trying to deny the truth. He was not going to allow that. "That makes two of us." He mused, staring at me intently.
"Keep your eyes on the road!" I hissed, not that it would matter if I was really what Edward believed me to be. I could not be though, and if I was why would I be bound to him of all people? I couldn't seem to grasp the answer; it was like searching for a pin in a dark room.
"Calm down. I have never once been in a car crash or anything of the sort. Not that it would do any harm to either of us." Edward said, and I felt myself slowly sink into a depression. Cutting off the gas and heaving his key out of the ignition in one lithe movement, he sighed and turned around in his seat to face me. "Have I upset you?" He asked, his voice almost appalled as he inspected my facial expression. I couldn't cry, but I definitely felt as if I would if I could. That was what it was called, right? When someone was upset…They cried? Something told me so, an instinct maybe.
"I'm fine." I replied, my voice saying otherwise. Was I really that horrible of a liar?
"I don't believe you." Edward's hand extended outwards to me and I backed away, frightened of what would happen if he tried.
"We will find out who you are, and why you are here. I am sorry I offended you. What I said was thoughtless." He apologized, permitting his hand to fall back onto the wheel of the Volvo.
"No, it's alright. But…" I trailed off, recollecting my thoughts to see if I could put them in sentence format. I didn't want to seem like a complete idiot…I knew what that felt like after spending two days straight with Edward Cullen. That was his name…He told me that today. I had figured it out yesterday when he went into something he called a classroom. There were children in there that appeared extremely bored by the fact they were migrating from one of the classrooms to another. I could not blame them myself, if I could I would have fallen asleep right then and there. Well, except for the fact that I was somewhat engrossed with what Edward was working on. There were numbers and signs that pointed towards the numbers that my mind identified as Mathematics.
"But…?" He prompted, noticing my absence mentally. "Sorry to have interrupted your train of thought, but I am curious too what you were about to say."
I inhaled, and looked down at my lap sheepishly. "Are you sure we will be able to? What if I am like this forever?"
"Well, then I suppose we will be spending a lot of time together." Edward teased, I smiled and giggled lightly in response.
"Seriously, Edward." I said, slowly raising my head to stare up at his shiftless form.
"We will find out who you are. I promise, and if I have anything to say about it there will definitely be a way to find out where your body is, or at least what happened to it." Edward's eyes burned into mine and I could not help but feel dazed by his charm.
"Thank you, Edward." I spoke, mindlessly extending my hand out to touch his, but where I should have felt a hard surface, there was almost no feeling as my hand disappeared beneath his. "Can you feel that?" I checked, my eyes looking more hopeful than they should have ever.
"Barely." He answered truthfully and I could tell that by the pull of his face he was either guilty or saddened by my situation.
I should never have hoped. It was nonsensical and idiotic of me to have, but I wanted to confirm Edward's suspicion. So here I sat in a car with the most inhumanly gorgeous boy ever, who was a vampire. And here I sat in his car, nothing more than a ghost.