Chapter 2 : See what I see

From a humans perspective, I would be inconspicuously staring at the wall, bored at the normal charade of narrative writing, but I was seeing something very different from the blackboard infront of me.

First I saw Edward, my favorite brother, gliding down the path to his usual biology class. As he passed by a cluster of girls, they all drifted and swayed by his presence. I guess that's a plus, us vampires have our own unique apparel. Undescribable and desireable.

Edward was jaded with their thoughts, he had gotten over his enjoyment for reading females opinions about his attractiveness since about 1920, he was just a lonely vampire, waiting for his chance of love.

I saw next a slender, ivory-skinned girl walking in the same direction, staying close beside Angela Weber, only a few hundred meters back. The new Swan girl, Isabella, or as she preffered, Bella. She was the shiny new toy in this small box of a school. Generically popular Mike Newton had already fallen for her charm. Not to say it was charm, but you known, she was an ordinary human girl. Pale, creamy skin, Dark brown hair with a tinge of red that can only be seen in sunlight and chocolate brown eyes. Her outfit was horrendous, I wanted to race after the girl with a new outfit, just for her and rip her other clothes to pieces. I would do this all in about 3 minutes, but it was just too dangerous. Humans do have eyes - just not as perceptible as ours - and they do notice us, especially when we move a tad to fast, or sit a bit too still.

Edward had already taken his usual seat at his own table. Nobody ever sat next to him. Humans had an instinctive sense to keep away from us, it was natural and subconscious. I had a quick, almost incomprehensible flash of Bella walking down the aisle next to vent was right under her, and was in alignment with Edward. Then bang, The scent hit him like a wrecking ball and it very nearly propelled him out of his seat. I had to stop myself from barging out of the room, but I had to do something to stop this vision from becoming reality. I controlled my expression and stood up slowly. I walked to the desk where my teacher was reading The Times, and I politely - almost angelically - asked him if I could excuse myself to go to the bathroom. "Of c-course Miss Cullen" Mr Flatt stuttered. Like so many other male teachers, they were dazzled by a vampires beauty. Mr Effle, another teacher, found it hard to concentrate on teaching English when Rosalie was in the room. One casual flick of her hair would send him into dizzying fantasies that would definitely tick-off Emmett. Luckily, his time-table was arranged differently, otherwise I would be having a hard time dealing with Emmett's thoughts on smashing Mr Effle through a vast series of brick walls.

I danced gracefully out of the room, and when I knew the hallway was deserted, I raced to Edwards biology classroom. Edward could already hear my thoughts from my other classroom, just one block away. I kept my mind on the writing that Mr Flatt was teaching. But I couldn't keep myself from thinking about what was going to happen to Edward in a few short seconds. I hid in the corner between the lockers and the girls toilet as Bella stumbled past with Angela. I silently stood by the window looking into the classroom. Edward did not see me, but he could hear my thoughts about this girl faintly in the back of his head. He didn't have a clue what was about to happen.

My body went rigid at the same time as Edward's did. I could see his future more clearly now. I saw him hungrily waiting for the girl to take a seat in the only chair available. Next to him. I saw flashes of different futures. I saw him politely introducing himself to her and slowly lowering himself to her level. She thinks he is going to whisper in her ear and then all you can hear is the soft tear of skin as he sinks his teeth through the fine skin. A slight slash of heat parched my throat. I flinched unintentionally at that future. Our secret, being layed out for everyone to see. Unless Edward was planning on a self-induced massacre.

No. This could not be happening. I thought about all that Carlisle had built for us, washing away like pebbles on a sand bank, caught in the tide.

Bella was sent to that single open seat and I held my breath for what was coming. Was there anything I could do to help him?

No, I couldn't find a way.

All I could think of was Carlisle's face.

I wanted Edward to see his face. To give us some sort of optimism in this black hour.