If Bella was in to vampires
Chapter 2: pg.43-50
A/N: This chapter is a bit longer than the first but still pretty short, don't hate me. Also, try to remember when you read that I'm not trying to follow the plot; I'm just rewriting a few scenes how I think they would go if Bella was a bit more like me. Pleas review but be nice, I worked super hard on this. Anyway, on with the story.
Disclaimer: Twilight and all related trademarks and characters are the sole property of the lovely Stephanie Meyer, I own nothing except the concept and specific text included in this piece.
I heard very clearly when the chair next to me moved, but my eyes stayed carefully focused on the pattern I was drawing.
"Hello," said a quiet, musical voice. A voice that no human would ever be able to match, a beautiful and enticing voice. Edward. I guessed that he must have fed since I last saw him, because he seemed in relative control of himself, unlike last week.
I looked up to check for verification of my hypothesis in the colour of his eyes and expected to see either a vibrant red or contacts covering a vibrant red. I saw neither. I saw gold. He must not have noticed my confused expression-or I was better at hiding my thoughts than I thought-because he started to speak. The mystery of his eyes was something I would have to think about later.
"As you know my name is Edward Cullen, and you must be Bella Swan. I apologize for my behaviour last week; I hope you can forgive my hostility." He smiled warmly. I smiled back.
"Already forgiven. Hey, random idea lets talk mythological creatures. Y'know-ghosts, demons." I paused and raised an eyebrow at him conspiratorially. "Vampires." I grinned at his suddenly shocked expression, and his failed attempt to cover it by looking up at the blackboard with what he surely expected me to think was interest inspired by the lesson. Sure.
I smiled up at him in anticipation of one of my favourite activities. Vampires knew they couldn't tell a human the truth, even if she clearly already knew, so it was inevitable that they tried to create an alibi-for lack of a better word-explaining the sure signs of vampirism she had seen. These explanations always amused me and interested me. In fact, I often came up with my own "logical" explanations and tried to counter them-a single-person debate, if you will. Edward began rather predictably.
"What are you talking about?" He arranged his face in a mask of what he clearly thought seemed to be justified puzzlement. A really poorly thought out question, as it had already been answered.
"Mythology, duh."
"Right, yes. I suppose you did say that. Well. I just meant, why did you emphasize the word "vampire" the way you did? What are you implying? I mean, if anything." I didn't answer right away because at that moment Mr. Banner came around with the slides and microscope and instructed us to get started on the lab. The lab happened to be something I had done in my advanced class in phoenix, so I handed the task to Edward, who then proceeded to finish in 70 seconds flat. Impressive. "So," he said, starting our prior conversation up again. "What did you mean, exactly?"
"Well, you see, it's like this. I know you're a vampire. So let's cut to the chase, I wan-yes?" Edward was half-raising his hand and looking at me expectantly. When I acknowledged him he lowered his hand and spoke with false sweetness.
"Ya, ok. I'm a vampire. Sure. Do you get all your exercise jumping to conclusions? Explain to me precisely why you think I'm a parasitic monster from a poorly conceived Anne Rice parody, unless you don't have the reasoning behind that point that you would put behind a choice of pizza toppings, that is." He smiled with a false cheerfulness that evinced the sarcasm he couldn't be bothered to hide at this point. Well. Two could play at that game.
"I hope you're not too proud of that comment, I give it a two out of ten on delivery, and a negative one on the thought you gave it before saying it out loud. And, for the record, I think you're a vampire for a few reasons. The first being simply that you're a vampire. Also that your eyes change colour, you sparkle in sunlight, you possess inhuman strength speed and beauty, you're enticed by my blood, and did I mention that you're a vampire? I must have, it's pretty obvious. Not really something anyone could miss." I smiled in that same sarcastically cheerful way he had earlier. His expression was now full of contempt and bitterness. He turned away from me to look at the board, clearly having had enough of this conversation. Too bad, it was just getting fun.
I almost giggled, but managed to stop myself, when he turned away. This was because he did it with the precise air of a valley girl who knew that she could do what she wanted and look great doing it. And I mean that's exactly what he looked like. It was hilarious. Unfortunately, that was the last amusing thing to happen that period. Sigh.
When the bell finally rang Edward left the room with a swiftness that betrayed his human façade, but no one was paying him any attention-except for me. As I watched I didn't care if he was mad at me, or hated me, or didn't want anything to do with me-ever. I knew that he would be mine. Not now, but soon. It was only a matter of time.
A/N: So I'm not sure weather or not to do the van crash. Lemme know in a review if you think I should or shouldn't and why. All opinions are appreciated and respected provided you are being mindful of my feelings, thank you.