I took the preexisting Twilight characters

and changed them to fit this story.

I don't own them, I'm just borrowing them.

Images of hurried teens always blurred around Edward as he made his way to class. It was almost timeless. Those moments only lasted thirty seconds or so, but to him they felt like hours. He sometimes forgot where he was. His thoughts always wandered off to faraway lands of nonexistent happiness. One moment he'd be taking his books out of his locker, then he'd be seated at his desk for his first period class. Time did not affect him like it did others. He never noticed the moving hands on the clock because they did not turn the same way for him as they did to everyone else. Time went by swiftly when you had nothing but it.

He never paid much attention to his surroundings. He didn't have friends and he didn't need any. It could never work out, seeing as how he was so different. His mind always wondered why he was the way he was, and why him, and how long would he have to suffer and why couldn't he just end it? He should end it. An eternity in his state must be comparable to an eternity in hell.

Like most days, he erased all thoughts in his mind and did his work, without flinching, in an almost possessed manner. He could see nothing but his paper and hear nothing but the lesson. He blocked everything else out. He could not name half his classmates or even tell you what color hair the boy beside him had. It came as a surprise to him when the appearance of an unknown figure at the doorway of his first period class disturbed him from his usual trance. He looked up from his work to find a new student looking bewildered as she approached the science teacher and mumbled something about how it was her first day in the school and she had no idea where she was going. The teacher was quick to forgive her and was quicker to introduce her to the class as Isabella, at which point she interrupted him and said that she preferred Bella.

Her various mumblings were inaudible to Edward. Any noise occurring during those first few minutes of her presence where inaudible to Edward. Everything stopped functioning. He forgot to breathe or think. His jaw was hanging open and his eyes were wide with surprise. That swiftly shifted to an expression of distorted pain. He had never felt this way before. He wanted her. He wanted to smell her hair and caress her cheek. He wanted to hold her hands and feel her warmth. But most importantly, he wanted to feast on her blood. Her scent carried itself across the small, cubed room and crept under his nostrils, causing him to go wild with hunger. He had to stop himself from lunging across the room at her and biting her neck in front of the whole classroom. He had never felt this way before.

The teacher asked her to sit two rows away from him. As she awkwardly made her way across the rows of seats, Edward's fists wrapped themselves firmly on the sides of his desk, almost tearing through the wood. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs; he wanted to jump out the window; he wanted this uncontrollable desire in him to end. But before he could do anything rash or anything that could jeopardize his family, he calmed down. He breathed deeply and he got his thoughts straight. Sorting it out he figured that one, he was romantically interested in Bella, but two, he wanted to kill her. Feast on her. Whichever.

He looked over at her, hoping to get his first real glance at her. She had long brown hair, was significantly skinny—someone you'd think was starving themselves. She had very hollow cheeks and thin eyebrows that arched over her tired, sunken eyes. She was incredibly pale and her wrists looked fragile. She looked like the living dead. That explained his attraction.

He felt like a schoolboy with a crush and a malnourished child eying a piece of bread just out of reach, both at the same time. He didn't know which one he wanted more. He did know that he couldn't bring himself to kill her. The logical solution being moving away and forgetting her or attempting social interaction with her that might result in them being a couple. He was very much terrified of the second one. He wasn't afraid of girls. He was afraid of humans. He was afraid of co-existing with others. He was afraid of not being alone.

He spent the rest of the period staring blankly at the back of her head, thinking of ways to interact with her, let her know he noticed, hoping maybe she noticed too. He wasn't one to care for anything but right there and then he cared and it threw him off balance; it made him feel vulnerable. He shielded himself away from the world, hid in a shell, a small dark corner where he played with his demons. For the first time in a long time, he wanted to come out of his shell.

Edward didn't notice the bell ringing until a student making his way to the door bumped into his desk and woke him from his thought controlled slumber. He looked around quickly hoping to catch a glimpse of her. To his surprise his eyes met head on with hers. They both looked at each other, no expression on their faces. You could think that maybe they wanted to blurt something out, or maybe that through a telepathic link they were sharing a thousand words. Bella smiled, a dismissive kind of smile, and looked away, only to walk out of the classroom with swift feet. Edward didn't even think once before chasing after her.

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