Edward Cullen is strange vampire; acts human by day but his vampire instincts turn him into an uncontrollable predator by the night. Why is he this way? And why is Isabella Swan the only human his subconscious refuses to harm? And what is the real reason that she had to move to Forks?

Disclaimer- Characters, scenery and some of story, all belongs to Stephanie Meyer. I have just added my own twisted plot to the story. ;)

Chapter 4- Crème Brulee Chocolate

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BPOV

I refused to sleep tonight. I simply didn't want to sleepwalk. I didn't know what I did at night and, quite frankly, didn't want to know either. Exhaustion was over-powering, and I knew that staying up would be no difference to going to sleep. My body responded to the sleepwalking just the same as it would have if I stayed awake. So I assumed I would be better off staying awake and not getting into whatever mischief came my way.

Clearly I would need something to keep me from falling to sleep, and a good book would surely do the trick. My small book collection failed me, as none of the books caught my attention. A new book would keep me interested and awake, but only three were new. I really needed a book, beyond any comprehension. It was only approximately seven, defiantly not to late to go out. Plus I could drop by a supermarket and pick up a snack, possibly keeping me from my nightly routine.

I grabbed a jacket and bag, making sure there was about fifty dollars, and headed out the door.

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Charlie had been good, and let me go without question. Needing a book was good enough explanation for him, which I was more then glad for. I had been to a bookstore, limited in choices but it got me a good enough book for the night. I had also stopped by a supermarket and got some ingredients to make lasagna for dinner tomorrow night, and a block of crème brulee chocolate to hopefully keep me in the house tonight. The women who served me was very strange and kept looking at me like I was some freak. I tried to ignore it, and figured she had issues.

I walked out of the supermarket and saw an alleyway that seemed to lead back to my house. A short cut is a short cut, so I decided to take it.

As I walked through the alleyway I was reading the blurb of the book I bought, and it was rather interesting me. That is until I heard a scream. I almost decided to turn around and take the long way home, but my dangerously stupid curiosity got the better of me.

I put my book back into the plastic bag that held my groceries (which later on was a bad idea as some of the cold, wet ingredients slightly socked the pages of the book), and started towards the sound. As the screaming intensified and then practically screeched, I speed up. I then realized it was a woman. I needed to know what was going on. Even though I was pretty sure a women was either being murdered or raped, but god damn my dangerously stupid curiosity.

I looked into the long dark alleyway, and the screaming seemed closer. But as I got closer it slowed. I feared the poor women, and suddenly knew - in the pit of my stomach - that this woman had just experienced the worst thing in her life. And she was probably moments away from death.

Then the screaming stopped.

I almost cried as I dropped my bags and practically screamed. I knew she was dead, and after my glass-breaking scream I ran - sprinted in fact - towards the darkness. I didn't have a clue as to what I was doing, but I had to see what happened. As stupid as it sounded I had hope that she hadn't died, or some other stupid idea. But whatever the reason was, I was going to the spot of the death, and I wasn't turning around until I saw what had happened.

Then, amidst the darkness, I saw a figure standing over - what I was sure was - the women I had heard the screams from. Her head was visible as the moon suddenly shone over the darkness. She was a young girl, only a few years older then myself, and had beautiful long golden-blonde hair.

My hand immediately shot to my now open mouth as I saw the blood that pooled from her neck. I felt tears fill my eyes as I mentally punched my dangerously stupid curiosity.

I looked up at the figure, the man, which stood over her. He hadn't turned yet, and his shoulders heaved with his strong, heavy breathes.

Then he turned.

Slowly he turned, with careful movements. I figured that was to keep me from running so he could kill me too. I squashed the curiosity and turned to run away.

But of course not, that curiosity decided to be stubborn and bounced right back up. I turned back, and he had completely turned around.

WHAT?!?

I had to blink a few times to make sure I wasn't imagining things, but there he was. He looked the same, that messy bronze hair and lanky posture and he even wore the same clothing from school. But he was different. Red liquid dripped down the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were tense... and, just, different. It almost seemed there was a… he was a… a different person.

He just stood there for a moment, stiff and unsure of what to do. My eyes were wide, and the tears that filled them spilt over. My hand was still covering my mouth in shock that wasn't going away. But I couldn't bring myself to leave. I wanted to, but I couldn't.

After a few moments, the both of us still standing in the same positions, he bought his hand up and wiped the red from his mouth. It was still wet, but a small portion stained on the left side of his mouth.

I then removed the hand from my mouth and wiped the tears from my face. Then I pointed to him and then to the left corner of my lips, indicating the stain. I was beyond confused as to what I was doing, but he complied and licked his finger to clean the stain off. His mouth was now clean, and his hand left his mouth and returned to his side.

I knew what I had to do, I had to pick up and leave. But you know what decided to take another appearance in this messed up situation?

I narrowed my eyes and trailed over the dead body for a moment, before they lead back to his strange face.

"Wha-what…" I started, but I couldn't put it into any words. Thankfully, he seemed to understand.

He didn't give me a good enough answer though, as he just narrowed his eyes. I suppose he understood what I was talking about, but just like I couldn't put the question into words, he couldn't put the answer into any.

We just stood, both trying to find a way to speak.

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EPOV

I stared through the zombie-state into her eyes. It was insane that she had seen that, but even more so that she wasn't drunk like usual. So she would remember this tomorrow; she would want to know what was wrong. Plus she would probably be scared and tell the whole world for all I knew.

If the zombie-state had control right now I know what it would do. In two seconds flat she would be dead. In a way I wanted that, she then she would no longer be a problem. I then mentally decapitated myself at such a thought! I would never want a human being to die, especially Isabella.

She was possibly the most intriguing person I had ever met, and I wanted to know more about her and what her whole situation was. Plus the fact she wasn't scared of me right now, that was defiantly worth needing to know.

I wanted to say something. I wanted to tell her everything about what and why she saw what she did in front of her right now. But how could I possibly? She didn't know anything about vampires. Even if she did how could she believe they could be good, yet alone have some strange curse of being evil by the night. It would sound absurd! She would never believe it, and I had no other excuse.

Thankful for the current control of my body, I thought best I leave. I lowered my head in shame and turned to walk away.

"Where are you going?" she questioned. What is she? Insane? She wanted me to stay, someone she just saw kill another human being. A girl her age. Maybe I was the one insane and imagining this.

I just stared at her quizzically before I decided I was imagining things. Either her being here all together or wanting me to stay, I wasn't sure. But this was defiantly not real. I figured I needn't say anything, as she wasn't here and/or saying these things, so I simple broke my stare and started walking away.

After a moment later, I heard her presence behind me. I ignored it, probably imagining things again. But then I felt her warm hand on my shoulder. So what- I'm not only imagining things, I'm hallucinating now too?

Her hand softly guided me to turn around, to which I complied. I turned only to find understanding cross her face. I realized I wasn't hallucinating, because even in my wildest dreams I would not consider this reaction. I titled my head at her, followed by a small smile crossing her little lips. But much to her dismay that soon followed, I could not smile back. I was beyond confused that I couldn't control my emotions. I couldn't even fake a small smile, even though that was considerably the wrong reaction here anyway. What was going on? Her actions now just made me even more curious by her existence.

We stood for a few moments. Her with her understanding expression, and me with utter confusion. I needed to talk, to get ride of that stupid understanding on her face and simply see if I needed to explain myself. My mouth opened a few times, only managing an "I-I…" each time. Before finally I managed to whisper, "I don't understand."

How stupid. Shouldn't she be the one not be confused? Shouldn't she be the one walking - in fact running - away?

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BPOV

"I don't understand."

'Yeah, well that makes two of us buddy.' I mentally stated. I didn't know what I was doing. Comforting someone I disliked, and a murderer. But for some reason, beyond my comprehension, I felt I needed to comfort him. I searched far into my tired, meddled brain but found nothing for this strange need.

I was still smiling at him, a small smile that I didn't realize I was still holding. His face seemed, not quite angry, but confused. I could understand that. I mean here I was, a person who seemed to hate him, that just witnessed him killing someone, was here trying to comfort him. I mean I was even unsure at this, I could understand him being so too.

It had been about a minute or two since he spoke, and I realized I still hadn't replied to his comment. But I felt odd breaking the silence, or being the first to make any action. But I realized he wasn't going to do anything either and I probably should have been getting home. But I didn't want to leave him. I was afraid he would leave town or something, feeling that I would out what I had just seen. I needed him to know I didn't want him to leave, and I would say nothing. Even though in any other case I knew I would have told the police. Which made me even more confused then I already was in this matter. Why would I hide for him? Why aren't I even curious at what I saw back there? He had blood on his face, no knife or gun in his hand. This was not your everyday murder.

Now I needed to let him know I wasn't going to tell anyone else, but I also needed to know how he killed her. This was beyond stupid! What was I doing? He would probably kill me on the spot for asking such things. He was of course a murderer. But I just had to know. Stupid, stupid dangerously stupid curiosity!

"So… um…" I didn't know where to begin. This is going to sound stupid. "What did I just see back there?"

He turned his back to me, swiping my hand that was still on his shoulder to my side. He looked over his shoulder toward me, and while looking at me from the corner of his eyes he whispered, "Nothing."

Now was the time I decided to start blabbering. His head didn't turn back towards me as I spoke. "Right, right. Nothing. I won't tell anyone. Right. But how did you… you know… um… you didn't even have a weapon or anything?"

He turned around in a very quick swift movement and got right in my face, so that our noses were almost touching. I reacted by taking a step back. Anger now covered his face as he spoke in a very low, menacing voice. "Don't."

I knew my eyes were wide, and of course slightly frightened. His nostrils flared as he breathed heavily, before he noticed my expression and backed away. His face was now apologetic, as was his voice, "Sorry. Just… don't ask me those things. Just…" - he closed his eyes heavily before turning again, but without looking back this time - "…don't." His shoulders were now hunched over as he continued his heavy breathing.

"I'm sorry…" I sighed.

"Don't be. I should be sorry. I mean… you just saw…" He was still turned, and his voice was so low that it was only just audible.

"Right, um… yeah. I did… Well, I want you to know I wont tell anyone. So don't, think of… I don't know, leaving or anything."

He turned around again, absolute and complete -almost frightening- confusion on his face. "Why would you even care?"

"Huh?"

"Why would you even care if I left? For whatever reason you think I may do so."

"I thought you might leave because you think I might, you know, out you for what you did. But I wont. So don't go anywhere."

"But why would you care if I did leave?"

I pondered his question for a minute. I guess I did care if he left, but I didn't know why. Was it because I was now curious about him? Or because I'd feel guilty if he left because of me? Or was it something else entirely? I didn't know, and that's what I told him.

"I don't know."

"But you do care if I did leave?"

"Well…" I lowered my head to the pavement for a moment, before lifting it back up again. While staring into his eyes for a moment I realized this wasn't even about what I just witnessed. I hadn't fully realized it, but in some strange way I had feelings for him. Back in Phoenix when I had boys asking me out every week, I would just politely say no. I never really had a relationship. Friendship, hatred or otherwise. I never liked a boy before. But, here and now, I liked Edward. It was like the way you are told boys treat you - if they like you they will be mean to you. Never really thought that made sense though. But here I was, acting like a boy to my distaste, treating Edward like crap because I liked him. I didn't even realize that I did like him. But right now staring into his strangely red coloured, but kind, eyes, I realized I like him. I wanted to tell him, but my actions surely didn't put me into the good books. I decided I'd make it up to him. That is, if he listened to my words and stayed in town.

After snapping out of my thoughts and back to reality, I continued to answer his question. "I'd just feel guilty if you left. You know, because of me."

His anger flared up again, "What?! You would feel guilty if I left? You just witnessed me drink a human being and you feel guilty?!"

'Drink a human being'…? What was he talking about?

"Drink a human being?" I asked.

In that second his eyes grew very wide. His face managed to go an even paler shade of white then it already was. His mouth was now in a very large 'O' shape as his hand flew up to cover it.

I didn't understand. What did he mean drink a human being? Unless he was a vampire, which was incredibly impossible that I wondered how it even crossed my mind.

He remained in his position of wide socked horror, and without thinking I giggled, "What, are you a vampire or something?"

He backed away, almost falling over with his steps. I was beyond confused at this moment. Did I just uncover something? Was Edward Cullen really a vampire? I started putting the pieces together of tonight and the pieces went together perfectly. When I came into the alleyway tonight there was a dead lifeless girl on the ground, blood pooling around her, and Edward's mouth. He also licked that blood off of his mouth like it was just a milk moustache. Unless he was some kind of cannibal, which probably made more sense then a fictional character.

But my life wasn't exactly the ordinary kind of life. Why couldn't it be fictional? If so, why couldn't vampires exist? Whatever compelled me to think these ideas, I don't know. But whatever it was, it was right.

"What?" I asked. Then followed after a disbelieving chuckle, "You aren't really, are you?"

"Pfft, of course not." He said with a roll of his eyes.

I felt my eyes widen, involuntarily, but I didn't resist. Because that certainly wasn't very believable. So vampires exist. Just when I thought this world was a crazy hole of hell, something else like this proves me wrong.

"Oh my God! So… vampires exist, ey?"

His hands left his mouth and cradled his head as he shook it. "No, no, no." He chanted. "Idiot, idiot, idiot."

"Why are you so idiotic, now?"

"You are one crazy person, you know that?"

"I've been told." I said with a small smile.

He laughed a non-humors laugh. "You have just figured out vampires exist. Moments before, you just witnessed someone - a vampire - kill a human. But here you stand. Here you stand with that very vampire, not running or screaming, no. You are here standing with them, smiling."

I nodded while absorbing his statement. "Yep." I replied, popping the 'p'.

He rolled his eyes, and stared at me again for quite a while.

I broke the silence after another few moments of thought. "You know Edward, you have really bad mood swings."

A/N- Sorry that it's kind of short. That was a really hard chapter to write. I didn't really know how they should both react to the situation. I'm really not even happy with this final product. But anyhow, I'd like to know if you are.

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