A/N: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters. Stephenie Meyer does. Nor do I own the original chapter of Daylight Moon. It belongs to Athey, and I thank her graciously for allowing me to continue it.

Previously:

God I wanted to see her...

Without even thinking I found my feet running. I had no idea where I was going. I let my feet lead me. I stopped in the little front yard of a house. I'd never been there, but I driven by it many times. It was a quaint little two story house.

Standing in the middle of the front lawn in the newly-starting rain, I drew in a deep breath and recognized the scent of the trails running across the yard; one I'd only known for two days, but I would know it anywhere. Bella.

This was Bella's house.

I circled the house a few times, figuring out where her scent was strongest. Looking for her.

I found it near the second floor window at one side of the little house. I surveyed the jump for the smallest fraction of a second.

And then I was on her windowsill.

The window was wide open, and I sat in the frame, one knee bent so that it could fit in the window, the other hanging out the window completely.

Bella's room was simple. There was a small desk with a very large, very outdated computer. Surely it wouldn't be that hard for me to replace it with a better one some day. I wondered if she would let me. If somehow I could make this work.

Why was I even thinking about this. There was no way such an innocent creature could ever want a monster like me.

But what if she did?

I shoved the thought from my mind for now, and continued my examination from my seat in the window.

It wasn't a large room. Bella's bed was centered on the wall, and it was still only five feet from me. I could almost reach out and touch…

Which brought me to the part of my overview I'd been anticipating. She was there, tangled in blankets, her hair spread all around her, over her face, fast asleep.

But not comfortably asleep; she tossed a little every few seconds. I watched her dream. I couldn't tell exactly what it was she was dreaming about. I caught a downpour of rain, like the one Alice had seen coming tomorrow. She was cold.

I left my spot in the window and moved to her side.

What the hell was I doing!

Gently, I pulled her blanket over her. It was a cool night; she was going to freeze. I brushed her hair from her face, feeling every spark of emotion flowing between us. She looked like an angel that was not at peace. Maybe my angel…

I was focusing so much on her face that I hadn't realized my hand still rested against her hair. It felt right. I could sit there forever, on the edge of her bed with my hand resting there against her cheek , and never want anything else in the universe.

Bella seemed to calm down a bit. I couldn't tell for sure; Jasper was the empath, not me. But I couldn't see anything in her dreams.

Without warning, she stirred and her eyes opened. I was gone almost immediately, but not fast enough. I could hear it in her thoughts.

Edward? I could've sworn he was just… No… I'm just imagining… Did I dream it?

I was still watching her, out on a sturdy branch of an oak tree positioned perfectly to be able to watch her sleep. When she finally fell back asleep, she really did look like an angel. Beautiful, perfect. She didn't need vampiric beauty to be amazing. She was already dazzling.

I sat in the tree all night despite the rain. I didn't worry about the clothes. Knowing Alice, I'd never even see these ones again once I got home. All that mattered to me at that exact moment was the human angel asleep under my gaze.

I left Bella's house before dawn broke. If it were up to me, I'd have stayed later, but I didn't need the neighbors calling in a Peeping Tom – then I wouldn't be able to see her here again.

And why should that matter to me? But that was the thing. It did matter.

XxXxXxX

I returned home only for a few minutes, long enough to change my clothes and make myself look prepared for another day of purgatory. But now it didn't even seem like purgatory – I actually looked forward to this round of school now. I looked forward to seeing her.

I left again quickly, only to run – literally – into Jasper; the echo of the crash continued for miles.

"Wow, Edward. This girl is really affecting you," he noted. He's happy, for once. The tone of his thought was relieved and happy.

"Yeah, I know." I was responding to both his spoken words and his thoughts.

"Are you riding with us today?"

"I'll meet you there," I answered, already running off back into the forest.

I ran to Bella's house again, and watched from way down the street as she got into a faded red 1953 Chevy pickup and pulled out of the driveway. I had to make sure she was coming today. I didn't know what I would do if she, my newfound lifeline, wasn't at school. I was bound to her.

XxXxXxX

The morning couldn't go fast enough. I tuned into the minds of Bella and her entourage. As usual, the thoughts of Mike Newton, who had taken to sitting beside Bella in their English class, were vile and disgusting. I wanted to wring his neck for looking at her like that.

I switched to watching through Bella's eyes. She, on the other hand was ignoring him completely, trying to focus unsuccessfully on what the lesson was on today. But her thoughts kept drifting. At first she kept her focus quite well: even though she had no idea what was being said, she didn't allow any of what was on her mind distract her.

But then she started to slip, more and more. Finally, I got a full view of the memory she was trying to hold back. An image of me, not a reflection like I'd always been used to. It was backwards, her view of seeing me.

And there I was, sitting on the edge of her bed, my hand resting against her hair, but not touching her skin. She could still feel the sparks flying between my palm and her hair. My eyes were staring deep into hers, and her heart had skipped a beat. How did I not notice that last night? My expression was… Bella's mind supplied the word confused, but I was thinking worried and loving in the same expression.

And then I was gone. She felt like the moment had lasted centuries rather than a fraction of a second. She kept telling herself that it was a dream, and she wished she hadn't woken up from said dream. There was a tiny part though that wondered…

Reminding herself that she needed to work on her blushing, she shut out the memory again and tried even harder to focus. Lucky for her, the bell rang then. I couldn't take another second of Newton in the background, undressing her in his mind.

I continued watching through her eyes as she continued through the morning. Every class she tried to focus, and every class her memory of me from last night seeped through. Her heart pounded and her face flushed every time the vivid pictures entered her mind again. I was surprised at how vivid her memory was, for a human.

Finally, it was the humans' lunch break. The second-most looked forward to hour for me now. And sure enough, she was there. She came into the cafeteria, wondering – no, hoping – that I would be there. I could hear her sigh of relief across the cafeteria as she looked in my direction. I turned to watch her enter, tripping over her shoe into her seat beside Angela Weber. Her face flushed scarlet.

In her thoughts, Lauren Mallory laughed at Bella, and ridiculed her. So did Jessica. The idiotic males that surrounded them were too caught up in their horrible fantasies to even notice. Angela was the only one with a kind thought to offer.

Poor Bella. She's so shy and so nice, and then Jessica turns around and laughs behind her back. She immediately helped Bella out by retrieving her carton of milk and her apple that had gone flying across the surface of the table. She didn't even comment of Bella's obvious clumsiness like the other girls were.

Bella looked back up at me, blushed again and looked away. Oh my god… Did he see me fall like that? I hope not .I am such a klutz!

I chuckled silently and looked away again. She definitely did not see herself like I did.

XxXxXxX

Bella was in Biology early, but not before me. I waited for her at our table, having already taken out the microscope we would be using for the lab today. She stumbled over the doorway as she came in, and then blushed when she looked up and saw me. She cursed herself internally all the way up the aisle to her seat. I didn't understand why that was so necessary.

She mumbled a quick hello to me as she sat down, and then went back to muttering remarks at herself in her mind for making such a fool of herself.

"Are you okay?" I asked, trying not to laugh at her expression.

"I'm fine." She used one of those tones that just sang to me that she was lying. Her thoughts betrayed her. Such an idiot, she was thinking, still, I can't believe I have to face him for the next hour after I just embarrassed myself like that.

I went back to the same small talk from last week. Maybe one of these days I'd work up the nerve to ask her something meaningful.

Mr. Banner interrupted us, of course, diving right into the lab. Bella listened to half of what he was saying – she'd already done the same lab at her school in Phoenix. She mentioned advanced placement, too. Impressive.

The lab went off almost without a hitch. Almost.

We immediately began checking slides for the observations we needed. I liked this lab, it was allowing Bella and I to keep talking. That was a whole extra hour I could be with her.

Strange. I'm a vampire, who, by nature, measures years like seconds. And here I am worrying over one hour I get to spend with a girl.

About halfway through the lab, I pushed the microscope toward Bella, and caught up in her beautiful chocolate brown eyes, I didn't notice her reaching for it. That was, until it was too late, and her warm hand had come in contact with my ice cold skin.

I breathed out in relief as her thoughts didn't show any notice in the temperature difference. Instead, they were focused on another image – one she was seeing now. Her eyes were still on mine: she was noticing the color of my eyes. Liquid topaz, she described. I'd never heard it put that way before, but I liked it. Maybe that was simply because it was coming from her. But still, I focused on her view of my eyes, and felt my cold heart warmed by her warm, simple, kind thoughts.

A/N: So, finally, my first chapter in regards to this story. I know it's a lot shorter than the first, but I promise I'll add more chapters.

Also, I have absolutely no ideas for names for either chapter so far, so if anyone has any ideas you can review or PM me and lend me your suggestions.

Until next chapter,

JC