A/N: I just wanted to quickly thank everyone for the awesome reviews. I really appreciate it and I'm glad you all think this story is somewhat interesting : )

Also, thanks to my beta's, Claire and Jess. You realize you are stuck with me for life, yes? Well, you do now. May as well accept it ; )

Anyway, I will be alternating POV's every chapter, so Bella is up this round.

Enjoy!

Chapter Two: Control

"You felt the coldness in my eyes

And something I'm not revealing

Though you got used to my disguise

You can't shed this awful feeling"

-- The Used: Blood on My Hands

b.p.o.v

I paced.

When Edward left, I paced. Back and forth, shifting from foot to foot, never taking my eyes off the ground or my fingers from my lips. His scent lingered long after he'd gone, tormenting me, torturing me, showing me everything I could never have; tempting me to do something irrational.

But I could control myself.

In the years I'd been alone – young, naive, bloodthirsty – I was weak. I had been confused, trying to handle my thirst and stay hidden from the rest of the world. It was difficult to suppress the urge to kill, to feed, but I managed. I may have slipped up from time to time, especially in the beginning, but I grew confident in my abilities as I aged.

With time, I became stronger, more able to put off the need to drink human blood. I could go days without it, weeks even, and when I did feed, I didn't kill.

I hated what I was. When I had been turned, I had no idea my kind even existed, until I became what I am. While there was nothing I could do to change my fate, I could at least attempt to change my methods.

Yes, I still craved human blood, still salivated at certain scents, but I was not so inhumane as to want to kill another for my satisfaction. I hadn't killed a human in eighty-seven years and I was proud to have such a number.

As far as I was concerned, I didn't need to kill in order to live. The frenzy of feeding on human blood did not consume me and I could stop when I wanted. I had also shared my gift of restraint with the rest of my coven, teaching them to live like me, to spare humanity.

"Bella."

I turned my head, gently tugging my bottom lip between my thumb and forefinger. The fire and heat of Edward's kiss was still there, numbing my mouth with the intensity. I had kissed many – vampire and human – but none had ever set my body ablaze in such a way. Nothing had ever made me yearn so much for another.

Then there was him.

"Bella, come to bed," Mike called. "Don't let him get to you."

My eyes snapped to his, to where he was lying atop the mattress situated in the back corner of the room. We had no permanent residence, but instead we travelled from town to town, finding shelter where we could because we were reduced to seclusion by day.

By night we were free, but daylight made us its captive.

"I didn't ask for your opinion," I replied, rubbing my thumb across my bottom lip before taking my hand away. It was sick how much I thought of one man. It wasn't fair that I couldn't have him.

Mike rolled his eyes. "Whatever, just come to bed."

"I'm not tired," I said nonchalantly, and it was true, I wasn't. Technically, we did sleep. Rest was a necessity, but not in regular intervals. I could go months without sleep, but I functioned better when I was rested.

This was not a time for sleep. I had too much on my mind; namely Edward.

"Who said I was?" he asked. I was unimpressed with his attempt at seduction and cocked my brow at him. "Come on, Bella."

"Don't you have a donor?" I questioned in irritation, turning on my heel and walking away from him. I wanted to be alone, to drown in my thoughts of Edward. Mike wouldn't relent.

"She's not here, I want you," he replied, stopping me mid-stride with his strong hands on my waist. His touch was merely that – a touch.

His skin was not hot and his scent did not call to me. He had no blood running through his veins and he had no beating heart for me to hear. He was cold and dead like me, and the one I wanted was untouchable.

"You fail to realize that I do not return the same wishes," I said in aggravation, pushing his hands from my hips and passing the dying embers of the fire as I continued to walk. I knew he was following but he didn't say a word. I sat down on a stable box, crossing my legs beneath me as Mike stood a few feet away.

"He's human," Mike told me, and I cast my eyes from his, staring out a broken window, watching the small crescent of the moon as it sat in the night sky.

"Thank you for stating the obvious," I offered dryly.

"And he'd never agree to be your donor," he continued, leaning back against the wall with his hands behind his head. "He's a hunter, remember?"

"Again, thanks," I said, venom filling my mouth as my anger escalated. "I was unaware that I didn't have that knowledge."

"Quit doing that," he growled, unhitching himself from the wall and lifting me by my shoulders in the next second. I stood before him as his fingers gripped my biceps tightly. "You hide behind your words, Bella. Stop hurting yourself. You're too good for him anyway."

I pushed my hands hard against his chest and he flew back ten feet, landing on his toes in a crouched position.

"I'm going out," I replied austerely, using my inhuman speed to get away from him. I had been cooped up in that God forsaken abandoned piece of filth the entire day, with all of them. The rest of my coven knew when to leave me alone, when to give me my space, but Mike was oblivious. Half the time it was only because he wanted to have sex.

I needed time alone to gather my thoughts before the sun came out and took me prisoner. Then I would be with Mike, in there, with nowhere to run or hide. I desperately wished I had gone with Rosalie, wherever she was.

Instead, I wandered the streets of Chicago, knowing exactly where I was going as I'd found myself there the night before as well. At first it was difficult finding him, considering how many motels were in the area. I knew it was always a motel though, because it was something he could afford.

I had been relentless in my search, but I had done it countless times before. He was under the impression that he had been following me, stalking me for information on Emmett. What he didn't know was how wrong he was. While I thought his assumption was cute, it couldn't have been farther from the truth.

I had been following Edward for over a year, he just didn't know it.

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I sat in the darkness, listening as Edward's breaths increased. The soothing hum of his blood pulsing through his veins was almost as good as a narcotic, and I closed my eyes, feeling serene at his closeness, even though I was as far away as I could get while being in the same room.

I hadn't always been this...sad. I used to be fun. The six of us – my coven and I – would go out, party with the humans who were unaware of what we were. We would stay out until dawn, only to retreat into the darkness, shunned from the world.

I would laugh and smile from time to time. I wasn't overtly wild, but I knew how to let loose and have fun. I had lost sight of that since Rosalie's near-incident last May. It was the first time we had seen Edward and Emmett, the very first time I'd set my sights on his beauty.

He was attractive in a way I'd never seen, so masculine, yet beautiful. Don't misunderstand, Edward was incredibly sexy, but he was also pretty. I'd never thought a man as 'pretty' before, but Edward fell into the category. My body wanted his, in every way.

That night, Rosalie caught sight of Emmett. She deemed him 'sex on legs' and wanted to pursue him, to make him hers, but things quickly faltered. It turned out that Emmett's blood was Rosalie's every desire. She craved his essence more than anyone she had ever encountered, and since she was still fairly young – only immortal for sixty years – she wasn't used to such a reaction.

Emmett was Rosalie's singer, and when his scent made its way to her, she was almost impossible to restrain. It took four of us to hold her back, pinning her to the side of a building as Edward and Emmett entered a bar down the street unknowing of the entire event.

After their scents dissipated in the night air, and she calmed down, she was incredibly upset with herself for being so close to killing him. She was also upset because she'd found him so attractive.

Shortly after, Rose and I began following Edward and Emmett, learning their names through conversations they would have with each other. I taught Rosalie even greater restraint, helping her to tolerate Emmett's scent so she could learn to be around him. I knew he'd never function as her donor because she would never stop feeding.

Drawing blood from your singer is impossible to end. The taste and the fill are too much to give up as it entices you to savour it.

I wasn't sure of our plans for the future, but we watched the two from a distance, studying the way they moved and interacted, watched as they travelled across the country and lived out of motels. Our coven followed us as we fed our sick addiction, pursuing Edward and Emmett any time they chose another city.

To them it was another job, another hunt, another being of supernatural origin that they could kill. I grew less confident as the months wore on because vampires were on their list of things they slaughtered. I kept quiet as Rosalie tolerated Emmett's scent and felt almost confident enough to be in the same room. I was pleased with her progress but knew things would never work.

Unless he became like us.

Then, the hunt in Ohio went wrong. The Werewolf they were tracking was too strong and fast. We stepped in to take care of the dog before he killed them. I was relieved that Edward was only unconscious, that I could still hear the breathing and flow of blood that I had grown accustomed to over the months.

Emmett was a different story. I knew Edward could not bear to know his fate so I ordered Rosalie to take him away. I honestly don't have any idea where she was now. She took Emmett and left because I knew it would tear Edward apart to see his brother in such a way.

After the night in Ohio, Edward had been hot on my trail, finding me anywhere he looked. He thought it was because he had been looking for me, but in truth, I always knew where he was.

He kept badgering me about his brother, begging me to give him anything, just a small piece of information. I collected myself in front of him, appearing cold and unfeeling, though I was anything but. I wanted to help him. I wanted to tell him what happened to Emmett, but I couldn't. I really didn't know where he was but I knew things that Edward did not.

It hurt me to see him so upset and withdrawn, even though I knew it was for his own good.

But when we were together, when he was close to me, I could see how much he wanted me. His blood rushed quicker through his veins and his pulse raced. His breaths passed his lips unevenly and his pupils would dilate. I recognized the signs of lust, that Edward was weak in my presence. My venom affected him in ways his blood affected me, but he had no control.

He was impulsive and eager, not thinking twice before he kissed me.

The first time it happened, I was shocked at his behaviour. It had been the first time in years I had been taken aback by something and I felt everything that Edward was through his lips. It didn't last for long and he fled immediately.

I taunted him each time we came into contact, teasing, playing, hiding behind my words, just as Mike said. It was easy to fool him because I was an expert in disguise. I blended in every night, making the humans believe I was like them. They balked at my beauty but did not otherwise notice anything unique about me. I could be whoever I wanted, and to Edward, I was a cold-hearted bitch, stubborn and set in my ways.

He saw me as someone else, the person I wanted him to see. I was trying to do something good, but I couldn't do it right. What sheltered him from the horror of Emmett's demise is what made him hate me.

I sighed quietly and stood up, soundlessly approaching Edward as he slept. He was peaceful like this, his face soft and boyish in a charming way as his bottom lip jutted out in his unconscious state. His bare back rose and fell with each breath and the softness of his skin made my fingertips tingle. I would give anything to be able to touch him, to feel his warm flesh against mine.

I scolded myself for thinking like that. Edward's hate was apparent despite his lust. He could never reciprocate my feelings because his perspective would never change.

I was a vampire and he was a hunter.

I was falling in love with a man who would never love me back.

A/N: Thoughts? Questions? I'm here, just click the little button : )

First, PLEASE READ THIS DEFINITION. I don't want people confused and asking me in reviews what a donor is. I've been told it's somewhat similar to the way the vampires work in True Blood, though I've never seen it.

Donors are basically people who KNOW about the vampires and give their blood and body willingly. They are often sexually involved with the vampires and stay in the arrangement for months at a time. Since Bella's coven doesn't kill humans, when the relationship ends, they simply go their separate ways.

Anyway, that's all, leave your love. TEASERS for those who review, as always : )