A/N: OMG! I didn't think everyone would love it so much! In one day, with one chapter, this story got more reviews and hits (Almost 50) than my other one, which has been out for three or four days and has four chapters. I didn't think you guys would be so nice, so I rushed myself to finish the next chapter so I could have it up before I went to sleep. (I stayed up late to finish this, BTW.)

I hope you guys love it just as much as the first chapter, even though it's a bit rushed and a lot shorter than the first one. I promise you that the next one will be longer, and from Edward's POV! Let me hear all the fangirls scream! lol, okay, enough of that.

However, I have to do some painting tomorrow, so it may take me a while. I promise that if you guys keep reviewing, though, I'll get all excited and want to finish it faster. Otherwise I might just get bored and roam around the site for a while. I know what I'm going to do for the next two chapters, and if anyone has a major plotline, then I'd love to hear it. If not, I have an idea (I'm not stupid enough to start without one), but as always, I wanna hear from you guys!

Okay, sorry the A/N was so long, but I had TONS to say.

PS- I have people reading this in Mexico, the UK, Costa Rica, Canada, Portugal, Brazil, Australia, and lots of other cool places! It's really exciting to think that people are reading and commenting on my work so far away! Again, I'd love to hear from you people! That would be even more exciting! (Not that I don't love you Americans; I'm one, too.)

PSS- Thanks to smoochynose, Tawny101, and Bianca Bubbles -Flarepelt- (Who is one of my BFFS!) for being my very first ever reviewers. I love yas!

BPOV


I watched yet another panther fall to the ground, lifeless and pale under the thick black fur that covered it.

I wiped the few stray drops of blood from my mouth, sure that my eyes were liquid butterscotch by that point. That was my fifth panther, and even as thirsty as I had been at the beginning, after all that blood, surrounded by unappealing animals, the burning thirst was merely an annoying tingle in the back of my throat now.

I was about to run off to go find Alice, but again, she beaten me to it. Her smiling eyes were the same color that I imagined mine were, but she hadn't been as thirsty as I was originally, so it was no big surprise.

Jasper arrived mere milliseconds later, his eyes unnecessarily light, even for someone with his self control issues. Still, I didn't enjoy watching him suffer, and I especially didn't like seeing innocent humans die because of what we were, so if it helped him, then there was no way on earth I was going to question that.

He began to reach for Alice's hand, an almost subconscious gesture, then stopped abruptly and eyed me warily, probably also tasting my emotions. I shrugged, so he moved his hand the rest of the inconsequentially small distance.

Did they really think that I was that jealous? That selfish? I was happy for them; so very, very happy that they had what I had to spend eternity without. I knew what it was like to spend a small piece of eternity without it; I would never, not in a million eternities, curse my own family with the same sentence that I had been given. Why did they think that I would?

Alice eyed their intertwined hands with interest, then shrugged. She looked up to me with a smile. "All done. Let's go shopping!"

I groaned as Alice grabbed my wrist and pulled me along in a northeastern direction. The direction of Egypt. I didn't bother resisting; Alice would get me to go eventually, as I had learned the hard way.

Jasper tried to make me a bit more excited, but it didn't do much good. He knew that I liked having my mind to myself, so he always held back, which only ever served to tick me off. I mean, if he's going to invade my head, at least get something out of it! What's the point of invading my privacy if you're not really going to do anything?

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I was dragged through the open market, which wouldn't have been so bad if I could look at books and music and the cute little Egyptian trinkets like I wanted. Of course, Alice was only interested in looking at jewelry-which wasn't really so bad- and clothes, which was absolutely awful. My own personal Hell, right smack dab in the middle of heaven. Too bad a little pixie was watching the gate.

Sadly, it was a cloudy and rainy day, which meant that she could drag me from store to store with no limitations, buying everything in sight from our stock market money. I was surprised we hadn't been investigated by the police for having insider information yet, even moving as often as we did.

But back to my torture. Alice had made me try on more clothes than the entire mall of America had-trust me on this one; I've been there-and we bought a great many of them. As always, I seemed to be her main focus. I tried on pretty much everything we (read: she) saw that fit and could be deemed "stylish" by Alice, while both of my captors tried on a much more reasonable amount, though they bought nearly all of what they tried on. She thought I needed a "wardrobe makeover," (and didn't I always?) but couldn't pass up the occasional cute dress or hat that she saw, or a few jackets and things of the like that would be "perfect for Jasper." He always complied with Alice's directions faithfully, making sure to avoid the other customers and employees as often as possible, which I was used to.

I managed to slip away every now and then to buy a book you could only find in Egypt or an Arabic CD, but Alice always found me before I could get far.

As the day came to a close, we visited some of her old friends-mostly human with the occasional vampire, the majority of whom were loners that took some tracking down.

The remainder of the week passed in a similar fashion, spare the hunting. We spent each day in a different location-namely, wherever it was cloudy-and then, finally, we were on our way home, after one last small hunting trip while there were still panthers and dessert predators around. Exotic animals had the best-tasting blood, in my opinion. It still didn't taste a thing like human blood, but it was good enough.

"It's really too bad; it ended too quickly. We have got to do this again sometime." Alice drabbled on as she began to steer the Yacht out of the harbor. Back to Canada, at long last. Even though days for me normally seem like seconds, it felt like this day would never come.

"Never again." I growled through clenched teeth. And as usual, Jasper instinctively took a defensive position in front of Alice, who just laughed. He sent a full wave of calm through me. For once, not just an annoying little flicker. This day was showing promise. Going back to my family and the closest thing I had to a home, and Jasper not just messing with my head, but truly using his powers for good.

"Now why don't you do that more often?" I chuckled as the words came out; mostly at his confused expression. "As I've told you again and again, if you're going to interrupt the sacred confines of my head, at least get something out of it. Gosh."

Jasper looked at me quizzically, like he could somehow see inside my head to my hidden thoughts from the effort. It was going to take a lot more than that, I can tell you. "Bella Cullen, you are one strange girl." He finally said, still staring at me.

At these words, all humor disappeared from me; my mind, my face, my eyes. As if I didn't think those same words every day of my eternally painful existence, and wonder what was wrong with me. Why couldn't I find my match? Why was there no one out there who wanted me as more than a friend? And most importantly, why was I still just average, even as a vampire?

Rose had the beauty, Carlisle had the genius, Emmett had the strength, Alice and Jasper were both special in ways that no one on earth had or would ever dare question, and Esme had the most loving heart on earth and family of a wonderful, loving husband and four of the most amazing kids anyone could ever ask for with which to exercise it. But then there came the same question as always; what about me?

Though being a vampire had changed nearly everything about me for the better, there was still one thing that would never change. I was nothing. And I never would be. Of course I was strange; I was a nothing, nothings would always be strange because everyone was supposed to have something. But not me. I was special, and not in a good way. In a way that made everyone want to just be my friend, and nothing more. Ever.

Story of my existence.