Authors Notes: Thanks for all the awesome reviews.
Chapter 3
BPOV
What the hell just happened? I asked myself repeatedly as I was escorted into the hospital. I had tried to escape it, but I had no choice in the matter in the end.
My mind strayed back to the recent event. I had revealed part of what I was to Edward by stopping that van, but he also appeared to have a similar secret. I would not tell his, if he did not tell mine.
But what really mystified me was that he actually touched me, and nothing happened. I saw a small ray of hope in my future. Nobody had touched my skin in five years, and this was why I desperately needed to escape this hospital. I hoped my father would come soon.
"Isabella is it?" my eyes widened as I took in the sixth unknown creature. He was just like the rest of them. "My name's is Dr. Cullen," he smiled warmly.
"Yeah," I gave a small smile, and attempted again to get out this mess.
"I actually feel fine, so perhaps I'll just go?" I suggested.
He grinned. "I don't think so. I'll just give you a once over before you leave.'
My mouth dropped open when he pressed his fingers to my neck, checking my pulse. He gave no notice. Just as before, nothing happened. I was shocked.
I was sure that this creature somehow had a connection to Edward and this theory was proven when Edward came into the room.
"Dad," he let out a sigh of relief.
I couldn't help it; it just happened, I was so sure that they were somehow like me, that I just lost control.
"When'd you find out?" I stupidly asked.
"Find out what?" Edward asked curiously, but I could see his eyes tighten.
"That you could do stuff? Like how you stopped the van?" I swallowed. They looked at me in confusion, but I could see some wariness in their faces.
Suddenly, I couldn't believe myself. I was so stupid! Why had I so blatantly exposed myself? I needed damage control.
I flung myself off the bed, and out of the room, so fast even they couldn't catch me.
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That night I found myself tossing and turning in my bed. I could hear a rumble of thunder outside and I fought my body which was itching to go outside and breathe in the electricity of the storm.
I had not spoken of the morning's events to my father. I was unsure of what would happen, and I did not want to worry my father so.
I could take it no longer, so I leapt out of bed and through the window, landing with easy grace. Running through the forest, with the wind my hair was a wonderful thing. I could feel the power roll through the air, and see the lightning streak through the clouds. Soon I was directly under the storm.
Abruptly lightning flashed and struck me. I laughed, revelling in the ecstasy of the electricity flow through my veins. I stood there for hours, soaking in the feeling the storm gave to me. I felt electrified, and I was sure I would not sleep for several nights, due to the unusual amount of power flowing through my body.
It was not always like this; there was a time where I hated the wet and wind; feared the noise and power of storms. But I was different, ever since I met several of my own kind. Now I loved all weather, wet and cold, or dry and hot.
After a while, I became aware of crashes of thunder that were out of time with the rest. I frowned. My intellectual mind could not digest this. Soon I was speeding through the trees towards the odd noise.
Without notice, a baseball hurtled towards me, and I caught it with ease. My brow furrowed in confusion.
"What the...?" I mouthed silently. I continued on quickly, and found myself in a clearing, face to face with seven individuals, all of whom were shocked to see me. The feeling was mutual.
After Notes: Oh! A cliffy! Whoops.
I know you what to know what's wrong with Bella but patience... HEHE-I'm so evil.
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