The irony of the date really hit me when I passed the calendar hanging on the wall. November 18. It would just happen to be the two hundred year mark exactly. And just when I thought I'd gotten all my feelings out. My throat tightened, and I even had to sit down. I was the only one in the living room, thankfully. Everyone else had went into their rooms around midnight. No, not to sleep. You can fill in the blanks.

I put my head in my hands, and left myself to wade around my thoughts in my head. I really felt I was getting better, now that I had interacted with more of my own kind, but knowing I should be long gone and dead by now made me resent the mysterious man who took it all away all over again. A deep anger rose from inside of me. I wanted to break something, but I knew I couldn't take my anger out on the house of these nice vampires.

I shot outside, and didn't stop running until I was deep in the woods. I knew at least one of them would have noticed my departure, and some part of me wanted them to follow. But, not now. Right now, I just wanted to get all my frustration out, and I didn't think it was safe for even a vampire to be around me. I ripped the nearest tree from the ground, broke it in half, and swung it like a baseball bat, knocking at least seven trees down. That made me feel a little better, but I was just starting.

I repeated the proceedure about six times, and then I just feel to the ground. I wasn't exhausted, no. That would never happen. Nope, I would never get tired because I was a cold, sturdy vampire. Forever. As I was laying on my back, I let out a pain filled shriek. Emotional pain. I hated the guy. I wanted to rip his head off right now! Maybe someone else beat me to it. Yeah, very likely, Bella. I brought my hands to my face, and covered my eyes. I didn't even notice the sobs that were forming in my throat. They came without warning, and ripped out of my mouth. I wept for many different reasons.

The life I could've had. The life I have now. Myself. Lonely, with nothing to live for. Nothing to live for. That phrase ran miles through my head, and I began asking myself, what am I doing here, then? And then I remembered. Alice. Well, she's only known me a day. She couldn't have gotten that attached to me. But I felt so much guilt for even considering the idea. I don't even know if I could make myself go through with it, anyway. I guess a forever of emptiness is it for me. I heard a twig snap, and my instincts automatically took over.

I lurched up to my feet, into a crouch, and began growling like there was not tomorrow. I heard someone chuckle. I hadn't heard that chuckle, but I somehow knew the tone. But I wasn't in any mood to be laughed at. I snarled at Edward. I felt bad, yes. But Bella wasn't in control right now. He soon came into view, but not so fast that would set me off.

"Hey, it's okay." He soothed. "It's only me."

I willed myself to calm down, and my body filled immensely with guilt.

"Edward, I'm-" I started to apologize, but he cut me off.

"No, don't apologize. I shouldn't have made my presence known like that." He grinned crookedly, and I felt my dead heart warm, then melt. I once again thanked God for the muteness of my mind to him.

"Sorry." I quickly said, and that only made him smile more, and chuckle that melodous laugh. He closed the distance between us, and sat down on the ground. He patted the space next to him, motioning for me to sit too. And, I did.

"You okay?" He asked, and I could really tell he cared. I smiled.

"Yeah." I replied, quickly. I knew that was wrong, and it even felt weird coming out of my mouth. I caved, and said, "Not really." He gripped my hand again.

"That's alright. I know how hard it is to cope with a new life, especially when you had it all going for you." Boy, did he nail it.

"Did you?" I questioned, curious as to the reason why such an angel was sentenced to this life of doom. He shook his head.

"Not at all. I died of the Spanish Influenza, as did my parents. Either way, my life was subjected to be hell, anyway. Carlisle found me on my death bed, and saved me from dying. Would it have been easier than being a vampire? Yes. But, soon our whole coven came together, and I don't regret meeting them one bit. Not a single person." He looked straight into my eyes as he said that. I knew he was including me. But, did I regret meeting him? Maybe. But not in a bad way. I regretted it because I found myself developing feelings for this bronze haired god.

Some may say, well why is that such a bad thing? Well, you know my story. Figure it out for yourself. His voice broke me out of my trance.

"Sometimes you have to move on. Fully accept the way things are, the way you are. I had to, too. But it was the best decision I ever made, because I was fully able to let the demons of my past that were haunting me go. I was capable of making the best of this life with my new family. But, I know it's different for you." What did he mean, different for me?

"How?"

"You were in love." Was all he said. And, his words really hit me. I was in love. As in, I'm not anymore. Was I? I couldn't answer that. But, how could I be in love with someone that is long gone? I suddenly knew I had to let my past go. Let Tyler go, and everything that happened between us. He moved on, so why haven't I? I knew the answer to that, too. Part of it was because I was living in the past. But the other part was because no one had ever really caught my attention. Until now.

Because Edward Cullen had fully caught my attention, and I would never be able to let go.

Short! I know. But I didn't want to drag this scene out. It was basically a turning point for Bella. And, I wanted to save the good stuff for its own chapter. ;D

Mwaha.

Even though it was short, I hope you found it fairly enjoyable. (That's what he said.)

Review, please! I would like it. Very much. Oh, and give me some ideas as to what you would like to see happen.

Gracias.

[Heart] the Ginger.