Sorry I took so long updating guys. I was involved with this foriegn exchange programme called 'Inner Thoughts' which took nine days =P. I'm really sorry, but with over a week to think about this then this chapter should be a bit better if not totally friggen awesome.

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Something In The Air

Bella P.O.V

This is it. I thought, as I felt an incredibly cold hand touch me. Goodbye, cruel world. Mother, I'm coming with you! I brace myself for my explosion -squinting my eyes shut, fisting my hands and holding my breath. Then I feel something else happen to me entirely. TANK-TOPS AND FUDGYMONKEYS!!!

I turn to look at the boy holding onto my arm, gasping at the new sensations pulsing through me. I meet his eyes and before I know what I am doing, begin to shout "What the FU-" when he cuts me off.

"Mr. Oliver, Bella needs to go outside for a moment."

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I'm too stunned to form a coherent thought, let alone a question I am completely dying to ask him. His voice...

"Mr. Cullen, I'm sure Isabella can tell me where she needs to go for herself. Go back to your seat." All of this time I am staring at the boy with clear confusion, complete shock, and absolute absorption on my face. How he is not on the floor sizzling like an onion ring left in the fryer right now has got me totally stumped. He just grabbed my arm, albeit lightly, and didn't set me off like an overheated atomic bomb! Quite the opposite actually, he virtually smothered the inferno!

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He meets my eyes, which are boring into his face a great deal harder than his boring only a few moments ago, and I snap back to reality. "Mr. Oliver..." Think Bella, think! "I think I'm going to throw up." Come to think of it, I actually find myself needing to expel something quite desperately.

This twists Mr. Obviou- I mean Oli- Screw it, Mr Obvious' face, as he steps aside with a "Very well Miss Swan." Is this guy easily bought or what? I shrug Mr. Cullen off of my arm and walk towards the door as I shoot him one last glance before making a run for it. He looks... concerned?

I run for the buildings exit, completely in the opposite direction of the toilet, and make a run for my truck and turn the keys. I mumble the whole drive, and paying no attention to the road. I realise I shouldn't drive like this, because knowing my luck I'll probably run over a Unicorn and become cursed for eternity. It doesn't seem all that unlikely to me, considering what I am and whatever the hell just happened back there. I'm not ready to stop though, so I turn off into the forest, still not paying all that much attention to my surroundings. I decide to quit the engine and before I know what I am doing I run into the forest like I know exactly where I want to go. Truth of the matter is, I want to disappear so damned far into this forest that I can sizzle my little socks off without anybody near enough to feel -or see, heaven forbid- the consequences.

I completely lose track of time, and when I begin to finally notice my surroundings, I realise I'm far off any path. Great, now I'm going to be wandering around, lost and scared shit-less for the next half an hour. I still have no idea how long I've been muttering and running, but I know that I'm so far away from civilisation now that I can finally let it all go and be myself.

With that, I quickly take my blouse and skinnys off and hang them on a nearby branch with my toy soldier coat, kicking my shoes off and slipping off my underwear as I begin to run again. Then, with a seconds thought, I'm completely on fire.

I slow to a walk, and quickly descintigrate some vines in my way with my finger, only to reveal the most beautiful meadow. I don't want to ruin the pretty meadow... I think as I decide wether I should dump all of my heat here, and then deciding that I can't hold it back much longer. Sorry pretty meadow, a fire-girls gotta cool...

I step into the the meadow, retracting as much of the fire as possible from my feet, although not totally, and make my way to the center to sit down. I turn to see slight footprints burned into the perfect grass, but are barley noticeable. This is the plus side of practicing self control, although I have obviously not grasped how to relieve parts of my body totally without expelling the heat. I'm hoping one day I'll be able to channel it enough so I can be like that cool lady off Heroes who can shoot fire with her hands. Lazer-eyes and fire-breathing would be cool too, but I think it will be a while before I can do that.

Come to think of it, I wasn't that far off from the fire-breathing today. The boy Mr. Obvious addressed as Cullen had stopped that from even being a possibility. I ran through the sensations of that exact moment the boy touched me, trying to figure out specifically what had happened.

Edward P.O.V

I'd seen girls blushing uncontrollably in embarrassment before -such as directly after my brief but harsh rejections- but this girl's face is like a lava lamp, with patches of fierce red creeping their way across her face. She had gotten up quite quickly for a human, and had run for the door. She had gotten up and ran from me. There was no other conclusion I could come up with at the time. I'd looked up at her jolt for the exit after getting a painful blast of O' De Bella and hearing Mr. Olivier's question in his mind, and then hear him say out loud in a more formal tone, ' Where on Earth do you think you are going Ms. Swan?'. She looked a bit ticked off at that, but then she slightly smirked. From what I had quickly gathered from every-ones thoughts nobody saw the smirk, but with my eyes -solidly and unshakably glued to Bella's face- I saw it all too clearly. She's smirking? Private Joke? Has she been asked this question many times before? She must be a real trouble-maker.

Suddenly I find myself feeling rather attracted to that idea. Woah Edward! You like bad girls? I keep my gaze locked on Bella to then come to a realisation. Her face is crumpled in concentration, and it is obvious she is fighting an internal battle. She is in utter inner turmoil.

Another emotion hits me. One that I have never recalled feeling before so strongly, even for my family. I want to protect this girl. I never want this Angel to feel inner turmoil again. I don't want the words pain, horror, fear or danger to even be in her vocabulary. I want to make her feel better, to comfort her at times exactly like this.

With that I got up to help her leave. For one, I cannot stand being in the same room with her any longer unless I wanted to ruin all that Carlisle and Esme had built for us, and for another, I found myself wanting to touch her, to give her some relief. That was not the only reason I wanted to touch her, but I ignored that part of my motivation, a little miffed that the emotion even existed inside of me. I was behind her even faster than she had gotten to the door, and had then instantly regretted my interference, knowing that to give the support I so wanted to give and feel the touch I so wanted to feel, I would need skin to skin contact.

There were many reasons as to why I kept such contact with humans to a minimum. One of which was because of my lack of strength and speed control. That combined can end with a nasty missing limb for somebody, and though it has yet to happen, I don't want to take any risks. God knows what will happen to everybody in this room if I slip up and commit the ultimate no-no.

The problem with this contact however is that I am totally gagging for it. I have never needed to touch someone so badly in my life, and to be quite honest I'm rather shocked at that. How alone have I been...?

I begin to reach out to lightly grasp the shoulder of the Angel in front of me, hoping to god -or whatever kind of demon our race had sprung from- that I can control myself enough to not lunge on her there and then. To not lunge on her ever. At least not in the cold blooded 'I fancy a snack' way...

It had been no longer than three seconds when I decided to finally place my hand on shoulder, gently brushing the bare skin below her short sleeved blouse accidentally. The feelings coursing through me then were totally unexpected. That simple touch -a gesture meant to be reassuring, calming and supportive- had almost sent me off the deep end, but not the kind of deep end I was expecting. I found my long cold heart fill with lust and longing to belong. Then in a split second the feeling intensified -if possible- to the point where I felt like i would spontaneously com-bust. The heat that filled me was so intense that if I were human I know I would have a heart attack. This girl was the hottest girl I had ever met, and I'm not talking about her looks, though they are extremely striking also. My specific thought at the time had been somewhere along the lines of 'JESUS ON A POGO STICK!'

If I had not touched Bella, I would never have realised how cold I really am. Such an intense heat pulsed through not only my hand, but my entire body now. I'm still filled with the heat that this mysterious minded girl expelled on me, though the sensation is slowly ebbing. I now find myself wandering in the woods looking for some deer to clear my head a little, having excused myself from class shortly after Bella, wanting to make sure she was alright. The disturbing thing is that as soon as I exited the school building and reached where her car was, her scent was completely cut off, like it had been burned from the air.How could a scent so prominent disperse so easily..?

I re-think the smells and tastes of where her truck had departed. No, It wasn't completely cut off! I am an IDIOT! Bella's scent had not disintegrated, it had changed! This thought made me slowly fear for her safety. It's an entirely irrational response, and I'm extremely annoyed and angry with myself for not being so irrational earlier. What would change such a luscious scent? I distinctly remember a sweet coal-like mist from where Bella's car had been stationed. Had her truck been on fire before? I need to find Bella.

With my new motivation for my Angels safety, I run directly through the forest, abandoning my hunt. In truth, I only wanted to hunt to try and obtain the fresh heat through my body -as I find blood tends to do also- but never as strongly and long lasting as this completely new sensation. I had made it all the way through the west side of Forks' giant forest by the time I came to my realisation and new plan, and I am now running almost directly through the center, the quickest rout to Forks high school when the smell hits me.

EYE CARUMBA! The exact smell -but almost a hundred times more potent- that earlier surrounded where Bella's car was washes over me. It tastes like any other burning forest -trees sizzling and flowers scorching- but an obvious twist fills the burning air. After standing completely still for half of a second I smell small traces of Bella.

The wind switches direction and I lose the scent. I run towards where I smelled the inferno last, and after about twelve seconds of running flat out, catch a clear scent of pure O' De Bella. I sprint over to the tree where a red toy soldier jacket is hanging. I finger the jacket, wondering why on Earth Bella's left he coat here. I follow her trail to see her skinny jeans and blouse no more than five feet apart on the floor. Mary mother of Lucifer...

A few feet beyond these items of clothing lies a blue laced bra and pants. I can officially say that the emotion coursing through me now has nothing to do with thirst for her blood... but thirst for something else... an unbearable thirst...

I walk slowly towards the underwear and pick them up, feeling the texture. Oh Heavens... Bella is somewhere completely bare in this forest. Oh Shite! Bella is naked in this forest! I don't need to be a dedicated Crime-watch viewer to understand the possibilities of this situation. I smell for another scent surrounding her trail, but find none. Still, I am far too anxious to leave now, and too exceptionally paranoid to trust my sense enough to leave Bella unattended.

I run for the direct center of the forest when I catch the scent of burning flora and fauna, and within a few seconds find myself slowing towards my meadow. I see flames lick their way across the center of the meadow through the undergrowth hiding the circular meadow from hikers, and I walk towards the vines to which lies my entrance, like a secret door. The door has been burned away, and I eye the pile of ash now at my feet, and look up to see... Oh Lord...

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