A/N: Okay, so apparently this story is going to be very unpopular. I received a decent amount of hits for the first chapter, but sadly only 3 or 4 alerts/favs to keep up with it. At first I was crushed, but then I had an epiphany of sorts when I read the few amazing reviews I'd received. Who cares if people find my story weird or unentertaining if there are still a select few who really enjoy it? I love this story, and as long as there is someone out there crazy enough to read it, I'll write it. Take that world! :)

Disclaimer- I own 'Twilight'-NOT! Oh and there is also a famous quote from 'Paradise Lost' at the end. (Snaps if you recognize it. It is in quotes...)

BPOV

I yanked my wrist away from glorious being before me and stared into his mismatched eyes in bewilderment. Why would someone be searching for me? Surely I couldn't have done something so extraordinary in the past. I was in a hospital wasn't I? I couldn't imagine that I'd lived with this curse for very long.

"What have I done wrong? I am merely a victim of this curse. Surely no one is searching for me. You must be mistaken." The words flowed from my lips in a stream of uncertainty and panic.

A pitiful smile crept upon his face, but did not reach his eyes. They appeared curious, frightened. The green shone deeper than the amber.

"It has nothing to do with what you've done, I'm afraid, but rather what you are," he said cautiously.

"What I am? But I'm nothing but-" He cut me off.

"A half-vampire with the ability to manipulate another's thoughts and emotions to the point of inevitable action. Quite a desirable weapon to any who thirst for unlimited power," He stated matter-of-factly.

"I'm a what?" I challenged angrily. Maybe I didn't know who I was or even what I was, but I wouldn't believe such a lie. They must have locked the wrong person up in the mental hospital.

"You really don't know what's going on do you?" He pitied me again in his voice of velvet.

"I think I have more of a grasp on reality than you do," I spat. Just perfect. The first person I encounter after who knows how long, and it's someone even closer to brink of insanity than me.

"What is the last memory you have? Before you awoke, I mean." The last memory I had? I didn't know where to start. I couldn't remember waking up. All I could remember was the pain, the fear, the thirst...

"I-I don't remember," I finally admitted.

"Try harder." was his gentle, but fierce command.

I shut my eyes to think. I was like this yesterday, the day before, and the day before that. I couldn't stretch the memories further. My actions from before were sub-conscious, if that. I remembered being driven by pure instinct. Being commanded to kill by the fire that seared deep in my throat. I saw only red, smelt only flesh, tasted only bliss.

But then, something…A tiny, pure white flower painted itself into my mind. A snowdrop, clasped between two delicate, shaking hands. A shimmering tear. A small voice. The words 'I'm sorry'.

My eyes shot open as I let out the breath I'd trapped inside. They quickly darted back to the shining emerald and amber awaiting them. I couldn't help but notice the strange pull the green one carried in comparison to the amber. I felt drawn to it, in need of it.

"Remember something?" he urged gently, trying to hide his apprehension. I immediately dispelled all thoughts of the eye.

"I think so. I'm not sure that it's really a memory though. It may have been a dream."

"Go on…"

"Well there was a flower, and hands, and an apology, but that's about all I have." He seemed almost disappointed from my revelation. I wondered if I should be to.

"No fear…trepidation… pain?" he questioned with fervor.

"None. It was almost…calming really."

For awhile there was silence. I could feel the anxiety radiating off of him in waves. I wondered what he could possibly be worrying about. His make-believe world was after me wasn't it?

"So if I'm a half-vampire, what are you?" I teased to hopefully lighten the mood. He may be insane, but he was the closest thing I had to a purpose in this hell.

"I am a full vampire. Now if you will excuse me, I need to be going. It was nice meeting you." He spoke swiftly then turned his back on me to run at incredible, inhuman speed. He wanted to leave?!

"Hold it!" I concentrated on his mind. You want to stay with me. You want to come back. You need to stay with me.

I saw him stumble to a halt about a mile in the distance. A mixture of terror and shock dominated his features as he ran full speed back to me. I didn't want him to fear me, but I had no other choice. He could very well be my last chance of survival.

Nothing is more important than me. You will do whatever it takes to save me. You love me.

I observed him, struggling to fight the manipulated emotions. All in all, the push turned out much better than expected. From my short time of consciousness, I had only mastered my power in the mechanical sense. I could force another to carry out an action, but it was much more difficult to convince them that they wanted to accomplish one.

Here, I was undistracted by my newborn instincts with the ability to practice my power fully. I started to analyze his claim to vampirism. There was definitely something about him that separated him from the others. I did not lose conscious control in his presence. I could keep my mind and civility.

"I'm here. I won't leave. Please stop," he managed when he had returned.

When I released him from the mental hold, he fell to the ground as if he had literally been dropped.

"What do you want?" he spat out, lifting himself from the ground.

"I want to know who you are, what you are, and why you just tried to up and leave me."

"Okay," he dragged out, "My name is Edward Cullen and I am a vampire."

"Oh, please." I rolled my eyes.

"You asked, I answered. If you don't believe me that is your problem, not mine."

"Fine," I sighed, "Why did you try to leave me after forcing me to spill my whole not-life to you?"

He seemed more apprehensive towards this question. "Well," He started, "At first, I couldn't help but be fascinated by you. As time went on, however, I realized just how bad things could turn out if I stayed with you for too long."

"What do you mean?" I narrowed my eyes at him. I could surely take anything this world could throw at me.

"Let me paint a nice human picture for you. An empty gun is still threatening to those who see it right?"

"Right…"

"Well that's great for the gun, but people will catch on to its flaw eventually. In the mean time, the gun might want to find some bullets and gun powder."

"I really don't get where you're going with this, Edward."

"What I'm trying to say is, how great would it be for that gun to find the bullets and gunpowder sitting right next to each other?! It would rejoice! It'd stay on top and kill two birds with one stone!" Edward seemed almost angry at this point. He was so frustrated that I didn't understand his irrelevant analogy.

"What does that have to do with us?"

"Everything, Bella! We are the bullets and gun powder! Only better because we last forever! Believe it or not, you are immortal, I am immortal, and the army coming after us is immortal. You may not remember any of it now, but everything you loved in your past life will cease to exist if I stay with you any longer. Doesn't that mean anything to you?!"

I stared at him for quite some time, slack-jawed and wide-eyed. Could I really believe the words he begged me to believe? Could such a great power really exist in me? Could the fate of this dim world really be any darker? The greatest question, however, was his. Did I care? No. It felt selfish and wrong, but for some reason I really didn't care about this wasteland of a world. I let his green eye capture my soul and lock my decision. No. I could care less about this world if it meant staying away from him. I'd let it all crash down, taking me with it. I couldn't be away from him. I couldn't be away from the eye.

"It has to mean something to you, Bella, doesn't it?" Edward pleaded gripping my shoulders and shaking me lightly.

"No," I breathed ever so softly.

"What?" He stared straight into my eyes.

"I said no." My voice was strong and definite.

"Do you care about anything besides trapping me against my will?" he criticized. I felt his words sting the center of my chest.

"No. That is the only thing I care about. Except that this isn't against your will. I can feel it. Only your mind is telling you to leave me. That's why your emotions are so easy to manipulate." I knew I was right. He stared back at me in awe, not bothering to retaliate. I could see his lips forming questions that never escaped his throat.

"H-how," he whispered.

"I can help you, Edward. I don't know what you're running from or what you're trying to stop, but I know you can't do it alone. Maybe you're not insane. Maybe I was wrong. I don't know what I believe anymore, but right now, the only purpose left in this world for me is to help you. I've got nothing to live for and nothing to lose. All I ask of you in return is to let me stand by you." I held out my hand to him.

"I-I can't ask you to do that for me." He winced at the tempting hand I'd offered him. He knew that taking it could very well lose me my life.

"I only see two choices here. Run and let them take us down alone, or die fighting together."

He grasped my hand in his firmly and offered me brilliant half-smile. "'Better to reign in hell' I guess."

A/N: Sorry it's short, but at least it's an update. I'm taking the same stance I have with 'It Belongs to You'. I write what comes to mind. Nothing more or less. I do not believe in adding to a story simply for the interest of making it longer.

Thanks For Reading! (Seriously I love you all!)

-Tetra