A/N: This is meant to be a one shot, but I'm not decided if I should carry it on. I wanted to concentrate more on Edward's emotions towards Bella and how they develop. So there isn't any dialogue, but there will be in the next chapters, if I do decide to carry it on. Please review and help me improve my work.
P.s: I don't own this, Stephenie Meyer does. :' (
I watched her enter the classroom; her tentative eyes were wandering from person to person. I tuned out everyone else's thoughts and tried to concentrate on her's. Strange, I couldn't hear her, it was like there was a solid steel wall around her mind.
As she walked past me to talk to the teacher I smelt her. Her scent enveloped my senses. A burning was rising up from my stomach through my body until it hit the back of my throat. I felt an animalistic hunger taking over. It was as if that with every move of her body, every flick of her hair, every sway of her hips she was trying to tempt me, daring me to find a way to have her.
I held my breath and clamped a hand over my mouth in an attempt to filter out the sickly, tempting smell of the sweet nectar that was running through her veins. It was starting to work until the teacher steered her toward the spare seat next to me. As she sat down she flicked her hair so it covered her face. I couldn't resist sniffing the scent that was whispering towards me, it was just too good. This mere girl was unconsciously trying to ruin everything I had built here in Forks. I despised myself for fantasizing about killing her. For thinking about my teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her neck and draining her for every last drop of blood she possessed.
Underneath the predatory hunger I felt towards her there was something else. it was a faint light in the mass of darkness. It was a longing to protect her, to make her safe but that was impossible. I wanted to kill her, to devour her very essence.
The class seemed to drag on for hours and instead of getting better, with every passing second just a little bit more of me wanted to take her. At last the bell rang and I made sure I was out of the door and on my way to the office before anyone was out of their seat.
I was trying to persuade the receptionist to swap me from sixth hour biology to any other time when the door opened. I didn't care who it was, they would just have to wait until I got the receptionist to swap my classes. The room was small and stuffy so the scent of who was behind me soon reached my nostrils.
I turned around and stared into her eyes wondering if she was doing this on purpose. The feeling of responsibility towards her had returned but so had the over powering urge to bite into her neck and drain her of blood. I couldn't stand the torture any longer. I quickly dismissed the receptionist and walked straight past her without even glancing in her direction. I couldn't take the chance.
As soon as the scent was out of my head I focused on the other, less dominant, emotion. It was that of caring, and protection. I felt drawn towards her, and not just because of the exquisite smell of her blood, I wanted to hold her in my arms and keep her safe from the world.
If I could just focus on this feeling when I next saw her maybe I could talk to her, befriend her even. Or maybe I would succumb to the other attraction and destroy her.
The idea of hurting her in any way made me sick to my stomach. I couldn't bring myself to think about it anymore but I couldn't get the image of her innocent and true face out of my thoughts. I just needed to talk to her, to know her. I knew I could never harm her, no matter how much a part of me wanted to, because she was my heart, my soul, my Bella.