I never got the fourth review! I really want to know what you guys think & I don't want any chapter with a review. If you're hanging on to the edge of your seat get everyone you know to review. I know the last two chapters weren't like me at all, but that was jsut background stuff for the end so here's the first REAL chapter. I'm still writing it off the top of my head so it's taking a little while to update, sorry. sorry if i don't get to update soon. another winter storm is here...but i'll have PLENTY of time to write. XD
The fall dawn was quickly approaching, but I didn't care. Edward's loving white light shown around him as he began kissing my neck. I laughed a little as his cool breath tickled me, and I wrapped my arms around his bare chest. He rolled over on top of me and rested his head against me; even though it was peaceful to have some alone time with him I was restless and wanted more.
Just yesterday we had gotten back from London where Rosalie and Emmett renewed their vows. All of the Cullens were staying in the couple's house for three months while we planned their latest wedding. Rosalie looked as beautiful as ever with her French style wedding gown and silver tiara, and next to her strong, handsome Emmett they were the envy of many. The English trip was fun, and it was great to see the family again after being away for so long, but there were too many vampires with sensitive ears for Edward and I to be together. Now was our chance to celebrate our own relationship that had lasted over one hundred years!
"Isabella?" Edward whispered almost too soft for me to hear. I opened my eyes, something I usually fought against because of the close up colors that surrounded everyone I saw. He was still the sparkling white light that only showed when true loves met. I closed my eyes and lifted his head to kiss him, but- RIIINNGGG!
We both froze in shock and annoyance. Edward's light flashed into a sky blue above a bright annoyance red. He rolled over onto his back and growled loudly. I got up and looked at the caller id and growled even louder than Edward.
"Speaker on," I commanded the phone. The ringing ceased, and Alice yelled from the other line.
"Good morning, you two!" pipped the little vampire. Edward rolled over again and faced to phone.
"Hey, Alice," I sighed.
"Bad timing? Well you would've been late for class if I didn't call."
"Like college really matters to us," laughed Edward, now sitting beside me.
"But Bella is getting her teaching masters!"
"I doubt you just called to tell us to go to class."
"You're right. The whole world will be buzzing soon after they see the news tonight! Remember that stupid Y2K panic? Deja vu but bigger!" I looked to Edward. His face was calm, but he had a bright orange glow around him. I hung up with Alice and dressed for school.
Thrity minutes later we were both ready, backpacks stuffed with pointless books, and in my blackish-purple Acura. The year 2121 was a vmapire's driving dream- school zone speed limits were 75 and regular streets went up to 150. Within ten minutes we were outside the Chicago State University History Center for my first class.
The ancient campus was built back in Edward's youth and, according to him, hasn't changed much over the past 200 years! The circular campus offices were rements of a diverse past, preserved in time. The trees provided coverage on rainy days, and many students would run from tree trunk to tree trunk to stay dry. The university, though, had tripled in size since its start, and now had huge, two-story history, language, science, modern technology, mathematic, and high arts buildings plotted around the circular entry.
"I'll see you at lunch?" asked Edward before he split with his friends for the Arts building. I threw my pack over my shoulder and faced the History building.
"Yeah, if you'll be back by then." He turned yellow.
"I won't be gone long...There's something I need to do while we're here, and today feels like the perfect time to do it." My friends Charlotte, Liz, and Lauren walked over to us.
"Will you tell me where you're going?" He had told me on the plane home the other night that he needed to see something while we still lived in Chicago, but secretly I had hoped he'd bring me, too.
"Yes, but not tell after I'm back. You'd want to come, too, and I need to be alone. You're not upset?" He looked sad and hopeful at the same time, and his colored aurora reflected his repent. He knew good and well that I couldn't stay made at him if my life depended on it. I smiled and shook my head. He gave me a quick kiss, and we all had to run to our ridiculously early morning class.
My North American History class was, of course, upstairs. Charlotte and Lauren also had the same class with me so the three of us left Liz at her European History downstairs and managed to run inside just as the final bell finished. The classroom was small for a large college, holding fifty people tops, and its walls were littered with pictures of documents, maps, famous paintings, newspaper articles, and magazine covers. Professor Littleton wasn't in the room yet, so I wandered around the room for the first time and glanced at the old Time magazine covers.
I laughed at the latest issue (Jan. 28, 2008) because Edward and I, randomly digging through our mixed possessions, found that very one last week! It showed the old comic book drawing (like from Batman or Spider-Man) of a couple kissing and thinking about chemistry and biology. I read the title: "The Science of Romance: Why we need love to survive." The cover next to that showed old U.S. Vice President Dick Chaney and Colin Powell. Just as I began to read the title a man entered the room.
"Take your seats," said a male voice with a slight French accent. I hurried back to my desk where Lauren was sitting and took out a spiral like the rest of the class. I dug into my purse, looking for a pencil when she nudged me. I looked up, startled at her bright orange and sky blue glow.
"What?" I whispered, looking around for something out the ordinary. She took my spiral and began writing as fast as she could.
That's not Littleton! She's a tiny stick woman that is always bragging about how she travels the world and all that. Easy teacher, but this guy must be the one she warned us about.
"Huh? This is my first day here this year, remember? Fill me in, what's going on?" I whispered. Her blue and orange switched to a bright angry red.
This guy is a friend of hers, but he's a loyal Frenchmen. She told us to keep our mouths shut and agree to every stupid comment he says. No doubt he'll say the French won the war thirty years ago against the U.S. navy. What was that war over again?
Oil. Looks like he could use some time outside though. He's sickly white! I scribbled back.
"So are you!" she mouthed. We both laughed a little. I was white, but this guy was too white. Maybe it was just the lighting that discolored him. He picked up the roll list and began reading the names. He looked up from time to time to see the name's face.
He was probably in the mid thirties or early forties, about five foot seven with thin, light brown hair half way down his neck. He was quick and sharp, and had eagle like eyes… a hard topaz color much like mine. He looked strong and fierce, and I could understand why so many of my classmates were scared of him. But there was something familiar about him…something sinister. At last he reached my name.
"Cullen, Isabella?" He held the "I" too long, just like another vampire I knew.
"Count me absent, Albert!" I yelled as I gathered up my stuff. Lauren was speechless next to me, but I didn't care what she or anybody thought. Albert stiffened at the sound of my voice and stared at me in awe.
"Have we met?" he stumbled slowly. I stopped at the teacher's desk and stared at him in amazement. His colors changed like the Northern Lights as he pieced together past memories. I stood waiting for him to remember me, but my patience was wearing thin.
"How is the vegetarian life going? Or have you gone back to nature's way?" He gasped.
"Bella from the animal group? How are you? It's been a long time." He was stumbling over his words, looking for the safest combination.
"You're avoiding my question. Have you forgot what I see, Albert? I can see the truth not only around you, but in your cowardly eyes! You've gone back to your old ways, haven't you?" He was trembling now, afraid I was going to lose my temper like Edward had after our daughter's death. The murder was only alive because I thought he was truly sorry for the damage he did, but I could see now I should have let the Cullens take him down with Sierra, his partner in crime.
"Your ways are strict and too hard to follow."
"I have lived by them!"
"But you know no other way," he pointed out. I could sense the confusion and fear behind me, so I let the subject go.
"Edward is here, too, so I'd watch my thoughts and back. But that's only a suggestion," I warned as I turned out of the room. Once again I was glad Edward couldn't read my mind because if he knew Albert was here, Albert would meet his pit in Hell before afternoon.
Edward, just as he promised, was back before noon. He felt the need to see his parents' graves before the old cemetery was destroyed and buried under cement, like so many old places were. He told me stories about his old life and was thankful that the Fork's cemetery (now a section of the enormous Seattle) was still standing. I tried to remain calm at the mention of our daughter Madison, but just then Albert walked across the open courtyard, in plain sight and range of Edward. I desperately held my husband back as he growled and tried walk towards the vampire teacher.
"What is he doing here?" he yelled.
"He's only a sub. My history teacher should be back soon, I hope." I distracted Edward and took him home before the three of us started a fight.
The news came on shortly after we got home, and remembering Alice's vision, we turned on to watch it. To our surprise the entire segment was devoted to the "Mayan Mistake" featuring Professor Joanne Littleton!