A/N: This is just a little random oneshot I thought of… well… randomly. I always just kinda wondered what would happen if Bella ran into someone who was obsessed with vampires but had all the wrong information. So, this will take place between Twilight and New Moon because I don't even want to have to deal with all that angst.

Bella's POV of course. ;D

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight

Why, oh why, does Forks hate me?

It seems that the more I want to be with Edward the sunnier it gets outside. It's as if the very weather wanted to pit itself against our relationship and drive us further away from each other! And to think that Charlie had commented on all the good luck that warm weather brings to Forks.

Though, this is one of the trials of being in love with a vampire. I suppose I have it coming. Being involved with a potentially dangerous vampire has to have its downfalls, right?

So here I was, all alone, in the spiritual looking bookshop that I had snubbed my first trip up to Port Angeles. Of course, I wasn't alone, alone. Angela was over a couple shops over trying to find… something. She hadn't actually told me what she was looking for but I'm sure it was more interesting than this shop.

All the shelves were filled with self-help books or with books talking about the power of crystals. Needless to say, this wasn't my kind of bookstore and the distant gray haired woman behind a register wasn't lifting my spirits any.

I was just about to abandon my search for decent reading material and leave the shop to catch up with Angela when something caught my eye.

In the back of the shop there was a small young girl, probably about fourteen or so, who was deeply immersed in a large book. With my curiosity overtaking my desire to leave I walked over, pretending to be looking at a shelf of books, and tried to see what she was reading. Imagine how surprised I was when the book read, in big bold letters, Vampires: A Complete Guide of Recognizing and Handling The World's Most Dangerous Monster. It rather looked like something I might have picked up and read insanely at the beginning of this year because of my suspicions about Edward Cullen. But now I was just amused.

Unfortunately, the girl noticed at me staring at her book and she smiled over at me.

"You like vampires too?" she asked, her pale skin blending in perfectly with the decorative white crystals hanging around her face from the walls. I smiled tentatively back and thought up an answer. I couldn't waltz over and say that they were some of my best friends but I was also horrible liar. I decided to go for the safest answer possible, which happened to be a half-truth.

"I love them," I agreed, smiling a little wider now. Her eyes brightened with enthusiasm and she leaned towards me.

"Have you read this book?" she asked breathlessly. "This is my fifth time reading it. I come here every week and hide out back here just to read it because I don't have the money to actually pay for it." The books were rather pricey here.

"I haven't read it," I admitted and moved over to crouch next to her. I have to be honest, I was very interested in seeing the book but not for reasons that this girl might think.

"It's got everything," the girl gushed, flipping through the pages. "All the signs to look for, how to ward them off, what you would have to do to kill them…" Luckily she didn't notice how I stiffened at the word 'kill'. I knew she didn't mean anything by it and that she couldn't possibly know but still the word bounced through my mind… clashing against images of Edward…

"Well what does this book say are signs of a vampire?" I asked, shoving my irrational fears back where they belonged. She looked up at me and her eyes glazed, something common for when people list off things from memory.

"Well, there's the pale complexion for starters," she began.

"One point," I thought to myself and waited for her to continue.

"Then there's the coldness of their skin. It's supposed to feel like ice beneath your fingertips," she said and I could tell it was a direct quote from the book itself.

"Two points," I counted silently.

"The most obvious giveaway is their pointed fangs," she said with a small tremor of fear. Or was it appreciation? I had to suppress a roll of my eyes. After all, not everyone knew that real vampires don't have actually have the pointed fangs. But now that I knew this myself the idea of vampires walking around with pointed canines seemed ridiculous and I couldn't believe that someone would actually believe it.

"I always kind of imagined them as being…" I paused and realized that what I had been about to say would totally give away the Cullens and quickly revised my statement, "Kind of pretty." The girl smiled and nodded.

"Most are, but not all." I had to fight to contain my smile. As weird as this girl was I didn't want to hurt her feelings. "And then there's their eyes. They are always coal black." Despite my desire not to offend her I was now beginning to feel irritation. She just lost any brownie points with that statement.

"What wards them away?" I asked, trying conceal my boredom with this girl. She was too engrossed in her need to share knowledge to notice or care anyway.

"The easiest way is with garlic," she explained, flipping through pages and jabbing her finger at a drawing of a garlic bulb as though to prove she was right. "Because garlic is known to have properties that can make a person live longer, kind of like a fountain of youth, vampires avoid it like the plague."

"That's an interesting though," I mused to myself, "Maybe I'll ask Edward about it once he gets back from hunting."

"And there's also the crucifix, of course," the girl continued to prattle, not noticing that I was caught up in my own private thoughts. "Anything holy causes them physical pain." I raised my eyebrows.

"Why is that?" I asked, trying to keep my tone form being icy. "Are they really that unholy or evil?" Despite my attempt to keep my voice calm and indifferent, the girl cringed away from the undercurrent of anger in my voice.

"I suppose," she replied hesitantly, obviously not wanting to anger me. I was turning out to be just as temperamental as Edward these days. I guess it's true what they say about couples who spend too much time together.

I quickly pasted on a smile, hoping that I hadn't frightened her too badly. She was just a girl after all, just a little girl. "Sorry, I've just never been one for religion." It wasn't entirely a lie either. "Is it true what they say about the sunlight then?" The girl's discomfort melted away at the word 'sunlight' and she eagerly flipped through the large book. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Instant burning on contact," the girl announced, with a bit of a smile. "That's why they have coffins after all," she reasoned after a moment's thought. Suddenly, I felt a surge of joy that none of this was true. I could hardly stand it if Edward could never… if he were always in danger of…

"I imagine they're rather frivolous," I suggested loudly, once more distracting myself from the thoughts of what it would be like if things were different. The girl frowned, flipping through her book.

"Well… I suppose they probably have a lot of money around, living so long," she said once she couldn't find the information in her book, but she looked hesitant for the first time.

"Stock market," I added cheerfully. The girl glanced at me suspiciously but didn't continue that conversation.

"So, why do you like vampires?" she asked suddenly. I started a bit, not quite expecting the question. I needed another half-truth.

"They're so mysterious… and… fascinating," I stammered, feeling the easy blush gracing my face. "I suppose I'm just rather intrigued by the myth."

The girl smiled at me, her lips curving at a rather odd angle. "You're not afraid of them?" she asked curiously, dark eyes peering at me. I thought about that for a minute. I was afraid, but not for the reasons that this girl would understand or need to know.

"I suppose I'll save that answer for if I ever encounter one," I replied with a wink. The girl gave a short laugh, a silence settling over us.

I glanced at my wristwatch and frowned. Just when I actually started to enjoy this store and talking to this odd girl I realized it was time to meet back up with Angela.

"I have to go," I explained, standing up and giving her a smile. "Happy vampire hunting," I offered though I immediately rejected the words in my head.

"You be careful," she said suddenly, clutching her book. "There's a rumor of vampires living not far from Port Angeles." I raised my eyebrows, trying to keep my expression blank.

"I'll be on the look out," I promised and then walked slowly over to the door. I smiled politely at the woman behind the counter, not that she noticed, and strode out onto the street.

Angela standing over by my truck, staring at the shop in worry, greeted me. Once I stepped out she immediately flashed me a smile and held up a plastic bag.

"You didn't buy anything?" she asked in her quiet voice. I was immediately glad that Jessica wasn't with us. I enjoyed Angela's company much more than Jessica's. Besides, Jessica had been rather offended when I hadn't given her the "real" reason I left Forks so suddenly for Phoenix earlier that year and hasn't been talking to me very often.

"No," I responded, stating the obvious. Angela just shrugged.

"Can't say I didn't warn you about that place," she reminded me and then climbed into the passenger seat. I felt another wave of gratitude towards her. She apparently didn't know how long it has been since I've been able to drive myself somewhere. I had missed my old truck, not that Edward's Porsche was unenjoyable.

"True," I agreed and opened the driver door. "So what did you get?"

………………………………………

That night I felt a presence in my room and smiled. Edward was back from his hunting trip.

"Hey there," I mumbled quietly and tried to roll over so I could see him. Before I could though, Edward was instantly lying next to me with a cold arm wrapped gently about my waist.

"Hello," he responded with a smile in his voice. I sighed contentedly. Nothing could match these nightly visits from Edward.

"Did you have a nice sunny day?" I asked, trying to hide my bitterness at being left behind again. He chuckled.

"It was pleasant," Edward replied casually, leaning his face down to give my cheek a kiss. I always was caught off guard when Edward decided to have this bursts of affection and had to catch my breath. "What did you do all by yourself?" he asked curiously.

"Like you don't already know," I pointed out, moving so that I was facing him now. He smiled his crooked smile at me.

"I honestly only know what Angela's mind had in it. I don't know how the bookshop was," he argued and then waited patiently. I couldn't argue with that. Besides, I had wanted to tell him about the girl in the bookshop who loved the vampires.

"You'll never guess who I talked to today…"

A/N: So… yeah, there really wasn't a point to this. Review anyway?