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Chapter 3: Bella

My siblings were still waiting for me in the car when I came back outside. Alice looked sad; Rosalie had her head turned away, refusing to look at me - no doubt mad about being here; Jasper had his hand over his nose and mouth, trying not to breathe, and then there was Emmett, who looked neither mad or even remotely upset.

His head turned as I got in the car and the corners of his mouth pulled up into a smile. "Hey, bro," he said, carefree as usual. Nothing ever seemed to bother him. Sometimes I actually found myself wishing to be more like him; be as optimistic as him.

"Hey, Em," I replied in a, what sounded to me, grave voice. It was as if someone had died almost. Someone I loved. And that didn't make any sense at all to me. I didn't know anyone who had recently died, not even someone who was about to die. I didn't know Bella, not yet anyway. And maybe I would never know her - for some reason that knowledge settled a dissatisfied feeling inside me.

"Can we go home now or are you going to make a stop somewhere else? Perhaps the zoo, or is the pet store good enough for you?" Rosalie snorted, seemingly pissed off at me for being here at the hospital, visiting Bella.

As usual I tried my best to ignore her. It was for the best. Emmett probably wouln't have been very happy with me if I suddenly attacked his wife, no matter how much she was out of line. Like now for example. Not that he noticed that of course.

But the anger I felt over how she disregarded Bella made me almost boil over. I looked at her through the mirror; saw how she was sitting there in the back, right behind the driver's seat, looking at herself in a pocketsized mirror. Always so vain...

Anger was pulsing through my veins, making me almost see red. How could she be like that? So cold, so egotistic and not give a damn about anything or anyone else as long as it didn't concern her or her own looks? Or Emmett, of course.

A slow wave of calm suddenly came over me...

Jasper.

I turned around and sent him a quick glare before I turned back toward the wheel.

Sorry, bro, he thought. But you're angry. And you want to attack Rose. Just...Don't. Okay? Think about Esme. You'd hurt her feelings if she found out. And you can bet she would, too.

"Great." I muttered irritatedly, and as no one had said anything for a few minutes, Emmett, who immediately knew he was missing out on something, turned his head towards me. He gave me a questioning look.

I shook my head, telling him it was nothing, which he accepted without another word – not the reaction I had expected. Emmett was often one to press you for more details when you were holding out on something, especially when it concerned me. He thought I was funnier to mess around with apparently because, as he put it, I was more "innocent". And that was why it surprised me when he didn't ask me any further questions. I could tell from his thoughts, though, that he was somewhat curious as to what was going on, but he didn't verbally say anything. And for that I was grateful.

- - -

It was nighttime, and I was laying still on the couch in my room, thinking to myself. There were a lot of things on my mind now and lately the list just seemed to grow longer and longer. There didn't seem to be an end of it, and I was getting more and more frustrated because of it. Only once before had I ever felt like this and it was a long, long time ago. It was when I first left Carlisle to explore the world on my own and divert myself from his beliefs...

Humanblood was getting harder to resist and it felt as if he was trying to control me, and I didn't like being controlled. I was gone from his side for little over 10 years. And I guessed that was why we had the kind of relationship we had now; he let me be and supported me in whatever decision I made. If I needed anything I would come to him, not the other way around. It had worked for over sixty years now.

Idly I wondered what he would say if I confessed my feelings toward Bella Swan to him. Would he tell me that it was normal? I doubted that. Would he tell me it would soon pass? I hoped so, but I doubted it as well. It didn't feel like these constricting feelings I had for her would just disappear, that they could ever subside. They felt stronger than that, like I was bound to her somehow. It was weird. I didn't even know the girl! I shouldn't feel like this, it didn't make any sense.

Why there was this pull towards her inside of me, I had no clue. It wasn't just her scent either. It was towards her, the whole girl; towards Bella. I could feel it, deep inside, but it didn't make me any wizer.

Jasper had begun to distance himself from me this evening. He didn't talk to me, not that I usually struck up a conversation with him in the first place. But he didn't talk to me anyway, and neither did Rosalie.

To be honest, it didn't bother me too much. They had never been close to me that way, only the others ever were. And even then to an extent. I didn't open up very easily to other people, apart from Alice, who it was impossible to not be open with considering our gifts. She couldn't keep anything from me, and I in return couldn't keep anything from her. But it worked for us, the silent conversations we often had with each other.

Most often they centered around Jasper, as Alice was worrying about how he was settling into our family and our diet. He wasn't as used to it yet like the rest of us, and it made Alice anxious sometimes. Of course she tried to hide those feelings from Jasper, but he always knew anyway. And I can't say that made him feel any better about it all either. If anything it made him feel guilty for not managing as well as she wanted. But most often I lied to Alice, telling her he was just fine, even when he wasn't. It didn't make me feel bad, lying to Alice about Jasper's health, because I saw it myself as helping us not losing our sanity.

I looked out through the big glasswindows that were facing me. It was still dark outside; the only light came from the moon. It gave the woods an eerie feeling. At least for humans it was eerie. For us vampires it was as bright at night as it was during daytime. We did not have the same limitations as the humans. We could easily see through what they sometimes called "pitchblack darkness".

My thoughts easily wandered to Bella. She was human... Not so much in appearance – her skin was so translucent she could've easily been mistaken for being one of my kind –, and not so much in the way she acted - for some reason she didn't have that sixth sense toward danger like all the other humans had -, but very much so in how easily breakable she was.

I wondered how she was doing... Was she alright? I hoped her condition hadn't gotten worse since I'd left her side. I desperatedly hoped not.

I mentally shook my head at myself. What was I thinking? She was a human! I was a vampire! I shouldn't be feeling like that... like she was more important to me than to anyone else. I didn't even know her! And I wasn't planning on getting to know her either.

As soon as she was gone, because she probably would die from all the beating her body took from that accident, things would go back to normal. I would be free from the hold she had on me. I would be happy.

Thinking something didn't mean you actually believed it... because an hour later I found myself standing in the parking lot outside the hospital. The rain was hammering down on me and the few cars that were still here. I looked for Charlie Swan's police car in the lot, but couldn't see it, which meant he was most likely sleeping at home tonight.

I'd heard Bella's mother, and ex-wife of the Chief's, had arrived a couple of days ago... Perhaps he stayed at home for her; keeping her company? She was after all known to be a little unstabile at times... And the news of her only daughter being in such a tragic accident like this had been, and the fact that she was now literally fighting for her life, couldn't be easy for her to hear. Not that it had been easy on the Chief either. He was still in shock.

Although I already knew I technically couldn't visit her at this time, because it was around three in the morning, I was still going to. I knew where her room was located, so by the use of that knowledge, I went to crawl up the wall where the window to her room was. But when I got to the right one I stopped dead in my tracks, my fingers clutching the windowpane tightly, making small indentations in the aluminium.

Someone was already in there with her...

Why hadn't I checked that out before I decided to play vampire-spider?

I ducked out of sight, as the nurse turned around; facing the window. Apparently Bella's heartrate had increased a little in the last twenty minutes and the nurse had gone to check on her.

When she finally left I began to work on the window. Thankfully it was very easy to open and didn't make any particularly loud sounds that could alarm the hospital personnel. To ensure they wouldn't catch me here I gave them the most of my attention. The rest of it was dedicated to Bella.

She was lying there in the bed, looking exactly like she'd done just hours ago. It was quite hard for me to comprehend the fact that the world would carry on just like before this happened while she was stuck here in an unmoving rut. When she woke up, if she ever would, she would still be the same 17-year-old girl that she'd been before the accident, but the people around her wouldn't be anymore. Her body would change, but would her mind? No.

All the others humans, like her friends and family, changed... but she didn't. I suddenly felt like we connected with each other. We were both trapped in a place we didn't want to be in – and it hadn't been voluntary for either one of us. She was as lost as I was.

I breathed out a sigh. I suddenly remembered her saying "Hasn't anyone ever told you? Life isn't fair." just the day before the accident. How true those words really were. Truer now than before.

"Edward..." her voice was smiling as she said my name, sounding releaved. "He's back..."

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself - hearing her voice again shocked me as much as it had the first time, but I tried to disregard it and see it only as my imagination. I walked deeper into her room and sat down in the same chair that I'd sat in before.

Suddenly an image of her frowning crept into my head. She looked half-curious, half-concerned; her eyes were brilliant; her hair wavy. She looked exactly like she had done before she ended up in that bed, apart from the glow around her that I had never seen before, or perhaps noticed. It was gone as fast as it had appeared before me.

I rested my elbows on my knees and pinched the bridge of my nose. This sudden obsession with Bella was getting out of hand... For some reason she had completely invaded my mind. I couldn't not think about her anymore. It wasn't right.

"He sounds upset..."

I looked up at her to ascertain myself the fact that she was still asleep, and that what I was hearing was only my mind playing tricks on me.

She wasn't awake. She wasn't talking to me. She wasn't smiling. She wasn't frowning. She was in a coma. She wasn't awake.

But I'd heard her voice... It was so clear, as if she stood right beside me...

Get a hold of yourself, Edward! I reprimanded myself.

I hadn't even been here ten minutes, but it was already time for me to go. I needed to stay away from her from now on, for my own sanity's sake, because she couldn't have this effect on me. It wasn't right.

I got up from the chair and made my way over to the window again.

"Goodbye, Bella," I murmured, taking a last look at her sleeping figure, before I jumped out of the window and disappeared into the night.

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