I changed the title, I was hoping it would garner more attention. Chances are I'm going to be fiddling around with things for a while. For some reason the titles I keep coming up with don't sit right. Or the summaries for that matter. If you have any title suggestions, I'll take 'em.
Uh guys, your author made a stupid. Josh Cullen was not to be included in the story. So, he's not going to be making another appearance. Because frankly I'm going to be pushing the romance amount I am writing with six couples I can not write 7. So bye bye to Josh.
I am sorry this chapter took so long to write, but Edward thinks way too much. So here it is and Merry late Christmas to all of you and Happy New Year.
Don't own Twilight or Midnight Sun and if you haven't figured that out I'm going to sic a severely pissed off Bella on you. This Bella, not the clumsy one that lives in the Twilight books.
BPOV
So that's how Edward and I were for a month. We didn't say a word to each other after that first day and I guessed I could live with that. I fell into a nightly routine once more and the only time I released myself was at night when I trained. I sat down next Edward in Biology he looked slightly irritated and I decided to think nothing of it. He wasn't my problem and I didn't care. Mike Newton came and sat down on my lab table and I resisted the ever encompassing urge to roll my eyes and beat the crap out of him. This boy was physically incapable of taking a hint. For some reason I could smell fear and nerves rolling off the boy and then I placed it in a horrified thought, he was going to ask me to the upcoming dance.
"So." He said, and I resisted the urge to stop breathing because his fear stank so bad. "Jessica asked me to the spring dance." Once more the urge to hit came on strong. Why did these teenagers think others should care about their problems? I didn't, had my own issues to deal with. Namely the government most people thought was doing a great job.
"That's great." I enthused, his shoulders dropped and I resisted the urge to smirk. "You'll have a lot of fun with her."
"Well," He said carefully, "I told her I'd think about it." Idiot.
"Why would you do that?" I asked him, biting back my anger.
"I was wondering if you were going to ask me." He finished in a rush. Okay, the image of stabbing this boy with my favorite knife became highly pleasant. A small and bitter smirk made its way across my face and I felt Edward stiffen next to me. This attracted my attention, my thoughts flying as I considered his motions. He wasn't jealous, was he?
Mike's face took on a hopeful look and rather than be the bitch I was and crush him heartlessly like I wanted to, I told him gently.
"Mike, I think you should tell Jessica yes." I held back my vicious giggle at his face as it dropped. I know it was cruel but hey, I lost my humanity 11 years ago. So as long as I didn't voice my cruelty I was okay with it. Taking this the wrong way Mike asked jealously.
"Did you ask someone already?" He directed a mutinous glance in Edward's direction.
"No." I snorted at the thought. I didn't want to spend any more time with these humans then I had to. "I'm not going at all."
"Why not?" Mike asked rudely and I felt Edward stiffen once more. I considered telling Mike, I don't want to spend any more time with you insipid people than I have to.
"I'm going out of town that Saturday." I said coolly, all dancing talk was dredging up past memories I didn't want.
His tone turned rather whiny and I resisted the urge to whack him over the head. "Can't you go some other night?" Idiot human.
"No." I snapped, my patience was wearing very thin with this human."Don't make Jessica wait longer, it's rude."
And the memory that was struggling to break through my control did.
I was 12 and was running a training drill with my family. Ben and I stayed behind the others, covering for enemy fire from the back.
"If we ever get out of this hell alive," Ben said and I turned to look at him, "I'm taking you to a school dance. And we'll boogey 'till dawn."
I cocked an eyebrow."All of us?" I asked as I dodged a root. He nodded a confirmation.
"All of us, then we'll collapse at our big house and eat junk food then sleep until noon!" He grunted the last word as I tackled him, hissing as the bullet entered my thigh nicking my femoral artery, then as I'd been taught I shoved the pain away. My intent was on saving Ben. We rolled in cold snow for a moment before stopping with me on top.
"All night huh?" I questioned. He nodded again and I smirked. I could picture it, all of us girls actually wearing dresses, Ben in khakis, loud music blasting, punk rock of course. It was a pleasant picture, way better than the one we were in.
"Sounds like fun. I'm in." Then of course the general showed up.
"Yeah you're right," Mike's sullen voice pulled me from the painful memory. He walked off to his lab table and I placed my elbows on mine, rubbing my temples with my fingertips, shaking my head a little. I hated and loved that memory.
It had been one of those rare moments of optimism that we'd all shared, the only way to keep going in a world filled with darkness. But since Ben's murder I'd been unable to even think about going. It would hurt to much. I worked on throwing up every emotional, physical and mental guard I had.
I opened my eyes as I felt Edward's eyes on me.
Edward's eyes were perplexed and I bit back a smirk at him. He was an odd creature, but an interesting one. His eyes were black again and I thought it over. They did change color and I knew it wasn't contacts. I added this to my list of things I'd been compiling in my head.
Once more Banner began his daily yap cycle and I tuned him out. I wondered idly when Luc was going to finish my workout toy. I hoped fairly soon because I really wanted to hit something that fought back and I was seriously considering bear wrestling. Anything to fight. I vaguely heard Banner say something to Edward and I managed to hear his answer.
"The Krebs Cycle." His eyes closed in what seemed like pain as I looked at him. I could sense a predator in him, welling up deep inside and I sympathized with him. I knew how it felt to have an animal inside you, clawing and howling for release, I could only hope he could do it at night, as I did. I mused over what I would do tonight, I knew some deer herds were nearby and they were so much fun to track and play with. If I gave off the right vibe for them they would let me hang around, or they'd run like hell. Probably the second option. No matter, I'd track one anyway. I was decidedly pleased with this course of action by the time the bell rang. Of course as I was gathering my things, eager to get to a class where they had some form of movement, Edward's voice stopped me for the first time in a month.
"Bella?" He said it almost like it was a question. I turned to look at him carefully and waited.
"What?" I asked, "are you speaking to me again?"
"No, no not really." He said after a moment and I closed my eyes. He was irritating me and that was a dangerous mistake to make with my temper already short. I locked my jaw and exhaled carefully before speaking again.
"Then what do you want Edward?" I asked him, bored with his game.
"I'm sorry." He blurted and I opened my eyes quizzically, what was he sorry for? "I'm being very rude, I know. But it's better this way, really." I forced myself not to roll my eyes. The boy thought I had thin skin, who did I look like John Adams? (Anybody get that joke?)
"I don't know what you mean." I said carefully.
"It's better if we're not friends." He said and I agreed with him, " trust me." For some reason this irritated me beyond measure. I felt the predator inside this boy rearing up. Maybe that was why I felt such a kinship with him, I was evil. I knew that, I had no soul, I was a killer. Born to be that alone, talk about depressing. I realized what I wanted was a fight so I decided to insult him.
"It's too bad you didn't think of that earlier." I spat out venomously. "You could have saved yourself all this regret." His eyes changed instantly, becoming wary and curious.
"Regret? Regret for what?" he asked and I bit back a fierce growl.
"For not letting that stupid van squish me." I hissed and his eyes changed again, stunned, then becoming wrathful and I bit back a smirk. That's it, come out to play predator, I want a fight.
"You think I regret saving your life?" His voice was so low it was almost a growl. That almost growl was doing funny things for me.
"I know you do," I spat at him.
"You don't know anything." He said angrily and I bit back my biggest smirk ever. Finally the anger I searched for was present on his features. I waited for his coiled body to spring at me when his stance straightened and his eyes closed.
No! I wanted to scream at him. I wanted him to pounce on me, try to hurt me, fight me, anything to give me a fight! I bit back a fierce growl and turned away from him, sweeping out of the room.
I was quiet throughout gym. I didn't want to think or speak, I just wanted to pummel something, anything. But instead of taking my anger out on the humans I made my way out to Beast silently, stopping briefly when I noticed a figure leaning against her. Fortunately or unfortunately it wasn't Edward, it was Yorkie, great now I was going to have to wash Beast to get the grease stains from his hair off her. Still I dug deep in my store of patience and found a little more for this pitiable little boy.
"Hey Eric," I called in, what I hoped passed for a friendly tone.
"Hi Bella." He said and the fear was rolling off him too, the same way Mike's had. Oh joy, another human who thought I would enjoy the evening with him. Let's get this over with.
"What's up?" I asked as I unlocked Beast.
"Uh.... I was just wondering if you would go to the spring dance with me?" He asked and I resisted the urge to bang my head against the driver's side door on Beast as I suppressed my violent urges, again. No, hurting humans is a no-no. Just because they're far too stupid to stay away from me does not mean they need to get hurt.
"I thought it was girl's choice." I said, injecting a little fluster into my tone.
"Well, yeah." He said pathetically. God, was I really evil enough to deserve this torture? Yes, yes I was, fucking government. Biting back a sigh and a growl I settled on a diplomatic response.
"Thanks for asking but I'm going to be out of town that day." I said and glared at Edward's back as he walked to his car.
"Oh, maybe next time." He said dejectedly and I bit back a smirk as he walked away. That's right little human, walk away with your tail between your legs. Get the fuck out of my hair. I bit back a cruel smile.
Edward laughed suddenly and I turned to look at him calmly, the challenge in my eyes. I'm still going to find out what you are Cullen, it's only a matter of time. He glared and I smirked at him.
I climbed into Beast and started her up and moved to exit only to have Cullen's car pull up in front of me. Thankfully I had great reflexes and managed to stop in time.
I glared at him in his rear view mirror and eyed his paint job. I wouldn't kill the car, just make him need to touch up the paint a little. My foot edged towards the gas pedal when Tyler Crowley showed up and knocked on my window.
"Sorry Tyler," I said after cranking the window down. "I'm stuck behind Cullen." I spat out his last name.
"Oh, I know," he said with a cocky grin. "I just wanted to ask you something while we're trapped here." Oh God, not him too.
"Will you ask me to the spring dance?" He asked, for a moment I gratified myself with the image of running him over with Beast before speaking.
"I'm not going to be in town, Tyler." I almost growled.
"Yeah, Mike said that." He said, his voice cocky. Then why the fuck did you ask me moron?
"Idiot." I muttered too low for his ears.
"Then why-" I started but he cut me off.
"I was hoping you were letting him down easy." He shrugged, oh believe me boy, I was.
"Sorry Tyler," I said "I really am going to be out of town." Actually I'm not the least bit sorry and would rather get shot again than go a dance with any of you.
"That's cool," he said. "We still have prom." In your dreams little human. Then he strutted back to his car and I released a long and low growl as I noticed Cullen's shoulders shaking in his car before he pulled away. Yeah right, like I'd ever go to that stupid dance. That was for humans, humans who weren't on a government take down list, humans who hadn't murdered anybody.
I thought as I pulled up at Charlie's and spotted the rental car in the driveway and the boy leaning against it, he looked like he was my age but that didn't mean a thing so I pulled my Glock up from my ankle holster and tucked it into the waistband of my jeans. I smoothed down my sweatshirt over it and exited the truck carefully.
So far this boy inspired no sense of danger and he looked at me quizzically.
"I'm looking for Stephenie Meyer.(Like I could resist doing that) I have a package for her from Setand Onrefni" He said looking at me and I bit back a grin. Setand Onrefni becomes Dante's Inferno, only Luc would come up with that. He'd finished my toy and just in time.
"That's me." I said and he handed me a medium sized box.
"I'm supposed to wait here till you open it sweet-cheeks." He said with a lazy smile.
"Call me that again and I'll rip your balls off and shove 'em so far down your throat you'll be shitting them." I said with a venomous smile as I opened the package and pulled out an, Ipod? At that moment my cell rang and I opened it.
"Yeah Luc?" I asked.
"Hey hells Bells. Is he there yet?" Luc's voice rang out loud and clear.
"Yeah Luc, these are Ipods, I have an Iriver, I don't need an Ipod." I said over the phone as I looked at the 5 multi-color Ipods. What was he thinking?
"Of course not silly Bella. It's what's on the inside that counts but first let's get rid of the courier. There's a plastic coating under the Ipods, open it." I did as he asked and saw a capped and sterilized syringe laying next to a bottle of clear fluid. "Luc, what is this?" I asked him.
"Stab it in the guy's neck and give it a minute to activate." Luc said and I looked at the boy and walked inside the house, filling the syringe with the liquid and tapping it to make sure there were no air bubbles. I turned swiftly and trapped the boy in a strangle hold.
"Hey, what the fuck, let me GO!" He yelped the last part as I stabbed syringe into his neck and pressed the plunger down.
"Sorry kid." I said as I dragged him inside the house and sat him in a chair then picked up my cell, slipping my blue tooth into my ear.
"Okay, he's got the drug in his system and it's active. What do I do?" I asked Luc.
"Alright, his name's David and his plane ticket's in his front pocket. Take it out and just tell him what ever you need him to do. The drugs in his system should also make him forget what happened." I blinked as I stared at the now compliant boy. He was sitting quietly in the chair just looking at me.
"Damn Luc, I knew you were good, but I didn't know you were this good." I complimented him and turned my attention to David.
"David," I said and he looked at me." Stand up," he stood, "sit down," he sat. Good, then this would be relatively simple.
"David, you never came to Forks, you will go to Port Angeles, get on the the plane to Cancun and go there. You will party for a week before returning home and forgetting you ever came to Forks. You will not remember they boy who gave you this job. You will not remember me, you will follow these instructions to the letter. Do you understand?" I finished and he nodded, getting up, walking out the door and driving away in his rental.
"Well done, Luc." I said into the blue tooth.
"All in a day's work my dear. Now, would you like to use your new toy?" He questioned and I grinned.
"You know me far to well Lucifer Stevens." I answered.
"One question though," he said. "When was the last time you slept?" He asked and I frowned.
"Night I got here. Why?" I asked curiously, granted I could feel my body leaning towards a quick catnap but that was no cause for alarm.
"Bells, will you sleep tonight? Please, for me?" He begged over the phone and I sighed.
"Fine, I'll doze in my bed tonight, promise." I said. "Now, how does my new toy work?" I grinned wickedly as I stared at the box.
"Go to your work out clearing." Luc said and I nodded, whirling up the stairs and changing my clothes and sprinting out the window, the instant I was enveloped in the forest I felt a bit better, I threw my human mask off and stretched my muscles. My armor dropped and I enjoyed the breeze running through my feathers. When I arrived in my clearing I stood in the center, slightly unsure of what to do.
"Luc, I don't know how to work this thing." I told him, realizing the blue tooth was still in.
"Set up the gray ones up as a perimeter." I followed his instructions, setting up gray ones in the trees.
"Alright, press your thumb to the center control on the black one and say starter level, standby." He instructed and I secured my braid before doing so.
What I saw sent me into as frenzy. Two Elites were standing with me, one male and one female. How had they found me? What the fuck?
"BELLA CALM DOWN!" Luc was yelling in my ear and I finally registered it.
"What the fuck is going on Luc?" I hissed, never turning my back on the Elites.
"They're holograms, pretty darned sophisticated ones if I do say so myself." Luc said over the phone and I relaxed a little. I cautiously walked up to the Elite male and circled him, poking him a little with my index finger. My hand didn't go through him, he felt solid.
"They bleed to, if that's what you're wondering and their punches hurt." He said over the phone and I smirked, I knew it was important to have pain in a fight, if you didn't expect pain you lost the fight before it even began. (Who knows where I got that from? Imaginary pie to anyone who does.)
"They aren't moving Luc." I told him.
"Of course not silly Bella. You have to attach the Ipod to one their belts and say starter level begin. The object of the game is to get to the Ipod and place your thumb on the controller and say whatever level you're on and say end. That's all." He told me and I positioned myself so I was in between the Elites.
"Starter level, begin." The instant I spoke the Elites came to life. They circled me with the grace of predators and I waited.
"So we found the freak." The male smirked at me and I smirked back, time to play.
"Guess so. Bring it on babe." I said with pleasure as he leapt at me and I jumped up, grabbing my wire and swinging around it, locking my legs around his waist and bringing him down. He fought and I let him go, spinning just in time to grab the rushing female. I laughed as I swung her around into the male, this was the release I was searching for, my entire body sang with happiness as I fought like the animal I was.
After 10 minutes of playing I locked my arms around the male and pressed my thumb to the black Ipod and spoke.
"Starter Level end." In a clear voice. In an instant the Elites disappeared, leaving only the black Ipod in its wake.
"A little too easy Luc." I said over the phone as I picked up the Ipod.
"Alrighty then, Bella, just how pissed are you?" He asked.
"On a scale of 1- 10? 15 easily." I said, it was true, now that I could completely drop the humanity my hands itched to sink into someone's face. I wanted a damn long and good fight.
"Alright, I was going to have you slowly work up to this but since you're angry enough, thumb the pad and say Bella Level, stand-by." He said gravely.
"Okay." I did as he asked and was instantly surrounded by Elites, but not just any Elites, my sisters. I understood what Luc was doing; I had to be ready to fight the clones, no matter how much they looked like my sisters. But damn if this wasn't going to be hard. I was deciding whom to place the Ipod on when a final shape emerged and I stopped in horror.
It was Ben, he stood with the rest of them, fiercely glaring at me. His eyes, which had always been sweet was empty of any kindness, the sparkle in his blue eyes gone and replaced by cruelty and I felt like crying as I looked at him.
"Luc, I can't fight Ben." I told him, clutching the Ipod to my chest.
"I know you don't want to Bells, but the clone is still out there." Luc said and I sighed, he was right and I knew that. But Ben's dying face haunted me, most nightmares I had twisted to him dying in my arms. I knew it was my fault, he'd died pushing me out of the way and then like a coward I left him. I left him to be dissected by those monsters and I hated myself for that. I was as guilty as if I had pulled the trigger myself, but his death would mean anything if I didn't fight for him.
"You're right." I said calmly, stowing my anguish away, and attached the Ipod to the male(I refused to think of him as Ben) Elite's belt and spoke.
"Bella level, begin." In an instant they all came to life and I threw myself into the fight with all of them, I returned punch for punch, kick for kick, blood for blood, I kicked, I ducked, and any other move I could think of. This was all about releasing rage, I gave way to the animal that lay submerged within me and she took over. I don't know how long we fought, I only noticed the driving rain, turning the dark ground to slippery mud beneath my moving feet.
I leapt onto the wire and sliced my left foot through the air, catching the Nessie clone off guard and knocking her into a tree. The Rose clone instantly took her place, her fists flying into my face and I could feel the bruises forming as her fists impacted into my jaw. This was good pain, pain I deserved.
"Freeze," I yelled as an idea struck me and everybody stopped. "Luc, can these things track?" I asked over the blue tooth.
"Yeah, easily, I put it in there because of your terrain. As long as they stay within 1 mile of the control Ipod they can track you." I smirked.
"Good, resume." I yelled and launched into the fight even harder before taking off into the trees. I heard their pursuit in an instant and threw myself into every trick I knew. It was working, I had coated myself in water to throw the scent off, leapt from tree to tree like the monkey I had somewhere in my genetics. I resisted the urge to laugh as I heard one of them close by, the Jess clone breathed something to the Cass clone, both of them heading in the opposite direction from me.
I crouched on a high branch and waited, using the vision of a cat and the senses of a snake. I flicked my tongue out and tasted their essence on the air, it was metallic as they gave off no body heat but I could sense them and I heard one behind me, I dropped off the branch as the Alice clone leapt at me.
"Gotta get a little earlier than that sweetheart." I said with a smirk as we faced off against one another. The rain was still pounding down on us and my sodden black tank top and black shorts clung to me. The clone lunged at me and I did a back handspring, locking my legs around her waist and swinging her into the very tree I'd been crouched in.
She was unconscious and I shoved away the guilt I felt. That wasn't my sister I just bashed, it was a cheap imitation.
I checked around me once more and glanced at my watch. Shit! 5:10, Charlie would be back soon and I had to make dinner. I let out a loud cry and in an instant was surrounded by Elite clones.
Without preamble I attacked the male clone and began to duke it out with him, his fists struck hard, not as hard as they should have but they would do the job. He grunted as as my right foot shot upwards, knocking him into the air, he used the momentum to send his left foot into my chin and I laughed as I bit my tongue. Once more I knew I was getting the pain I deserved for running and leaving him on the forest floor.
I got him into a head-lock and pressed my thumb to the Ipod.
"Bella level, end." In an instant they disappeared and I sat down on a rock.
"That was amazing," I breathed into the phone, suddenly thankful for my unlimited minutes. Luc laughed over the phone.
"Feeling better?" He asked and I smiled.
"So much, a little violence does a girl a world of good." I said with a lazy smirk. It just might have been the human equivalent of getting off. I wouldn't know.
"Only for you beautiful Bella." He said with a smile over the phone and my smile dropped.
"I'm not beautiful Luc. I have to go." I ended the call and took off towards my clearing, moving my limbs lazily. It was true, I felt a thousand times better. All month I'd been feeling like I needed to crawl out of my own skin and now I was sated. I was nowhere near tired but my lust for violence was satiated for now. I placed the black Ipod in the hole and then took off towards Charlie's house.
I would keep my promise to Luc and doze tonight, I figured as I slid into the silent house. I darted up the stairs and changed my clothes quickly before dancing into the kitchen and started making chicken enchiladas and finishing my mundane homework.
Of course the hone rang and I picked it up warily. It was a fairly exuberant Jessica, Mike had accepted her invitation to the dance and she was thinking of calling Angela and Lauren. For my own personal amusement I suggested that Angela ask Eric and Lauren, ask Tyler. Jessica readily agreed and, now that she was assured I wasn't any competition for Mike's attention, urged me to go with them to the dance and I gave her my out of town excuse.
Charlie, when he came home was incredibly suspicious of the smell but tasted it. He was trusting me in the kitchen and it was fairly amusing to watch.
"Dad, I'm gonna go to Seattle next weekend, if that's alright?" I hated asking for permission. Truth be told I would probably just park my truck in the woods and spend the entire day training.
"Why?" He asked.
"I need some new books and I might go clothes shopping." I said calmly, the simple lies rolling off my tongue.
"You going by yourself?" He asked and I nodded.
"Seattle's a big city, you could get lost or something." He said and I forced myself not to roll my eyes. Neither was likely, I have an innate sense of direction(by-product of my fucked up genetics) and let's face it I carry enough weapons to supply a private army. What can I say? Paranoia works for me.
"Dad, Phoenix is 5 times as big as Seattle and far more dangerous. Didn't get hurt or lost there." Except for the being kidnapped by the fucking government who want to use me as a mindless soldier and genetically altered me before I was born. Other than that, nothing.
"I could come with you." He offered and I restrained myself from shaking my head in horror.
"I'm probably just going to be in dressing rooms all day, really boring." I told him and he nodded, the thoughts of sitting in a women's clothing store putting him off.
"Will you back in time for the dance?" He asked and I rolled my eyes. Only in Forks would a father know about a school dance.
"No dad. I don't dance." He was the clumsy one and had probably figured it carried onto me when in reality the stumbling had been my animal abilities staying in check.
"Oh," he said sheepishly. "Right." I nodded, finishing the rest of the meal in silence.
"That was a great dinner Bells." Charlie said and I nodded, taking that plates in to the kitchen and cleaning up. It took me some time since I had to do it at human speed and I did it calmly. I said goodnight to Charlie before walking up the stairs and taking a long, hot shower.
I stepped into my bedroom and slid on a pair of black sweatpants and a black t-shirt. I didn't drop my armor because I knew that I would be having a nightmare tonight and I didn't want to thrash around and bust the drywall with my wings.
Biting my lip I eyed my pillow with trepidation and sank down onto the mattress, pulling the quilt up and settling on my back.
I was running again, Ben was beside me as we ran. The forest was loud, our breathing rasping in and out of our chests, our feet crunching the dead leaves as the cold wind whipped around us. I could clearly hear my sisters as they ran, Cass with Jess, Rose with Alice and Nessie. And just as clearly I could hear our pursuers, the generals had released everything after us. The dogs, searchlights, copters and we were making headway, using what they had taught us against them. It would have been exhilarating if we weren't running for our very lives, our freedom, our right to exist in peace.
I heard the whine of the bullets around us and Ben suddenly shoved me, his pained cry echoing through the night. I turned to him in an instant and caught his falling form, there was a small red dot that was growing larger by the second on his shirt and the smell of rust and salt hit my nose. I gaped in horror at the small hole and Ben gripped my hand. I tried frantically to stop the bleeding, pressing my hands to Ben's chest but he only seemed to bleed more. I was sobbing and pleading with Ben to get up and run, anything. But his eyes closed and his grip on my hand went slack. I cried harder as I looked at Ben's still form.
The trees were rustling violently and I was pulled from sleep with a jolt.
I snapped awake in an instant. I hated that memory, it was the worst ones I had and I had a lot of bad memories. But I pushed the thought away when I knew my body had pulled me from my doze not to save me from that memory but to prevent a threat. There was somebody outside and they were climbing up the side of the house. I clenched my jaw and considered my options; shoot first ask questions later? No, watch and wait. Not my favorite approach but I could handle it. I flicked my tongue out and pulled it back in, realizing that the peeping tom was Edward fucking Cullen.
What the fuck was he doing at my window? I could feel his eyes, burning me and I suddenly didn't want him to leave. So I did the only think I could think of. I spoke.
"Okay Mom." I said. I heard his sharp intake of breath and after a few seconds he opened the window, it didn't escape my notice that he was hanging by his fingertips. He entered the room swiftly and gracefully and a small part of me was wishing I'd done some cleaning but I ignored that part and stayed still, controlling my heart and breathing, keeping my eyes moving like I was dreaming. I really hoped I had hidden my harnesses then remembered shoving them under some clothes and felt a little better.
He sat down in the old rocking chair in the corner and I heard it creak. I could feel his eyes practically burning a hole in my face. And I would have been lying if I hadn't said that some deep, dark part of me wasn't curious as to why he was here.
It was silent in the room, other than the sound of my breathing, his eyes never left me and after a few minutes he got up to leave. Something in me didn't want him to so I made decision that I hoped I wouldn't regret.
"Edward," I said clearly, injecting a hint of longing into my tone. He stopped moving, I could smell the fear rolling off him and I bit back a giggle. I rolled over and said his name again.
"Stay," I said. "Don't go, please." I mumbled as an invitation to him. He took it, remaining in the chair, silently and I desperately wanted to know what was going on in his head.
He was silent for what felt like hours before he took a deep breath and let out a low noise in the back of his throat. I waited for him to say something but he didn't speak. Instead, he was just silent, breathing in and out. And for some reason, I was peaceful, we stayed like that for the rest of the night. I occasionally murmured a word and it made Edward smile. He stayed until the sun began to rise and then he left out the window.
When I could no longer hear his foot falls I was on my feet and over to the chair he'd vacated. It smelled like him, sweet and predatory, I thought about confronting him but instead I decide to wait and see what the day would bring and if he would speak to me.
EPOV
I'd considered high school to be hell before but now it was true agony. I maintained composure, dotting the I's and crossing the T's. Making things look normal, I stayed in Forks, hunted no more than the rest and kept careful track of conversations. The girl never mentioned a word of anything. She seemed content to stay out the spotlight.
For some reason it rankled me that I had hurt Bella at the hospital. It was what was best for Bella of course, but something in me didn't want that.
She'd greeted me pleasantly that first day in biology, I'd reciprocated by ignoring her. Why had she changed her attitude, what did it mean? I desperately wished for one glimpse into her mind. Could she have perhaps forgiven me?
No, I would not allow myself to even think such things. After that first day she didn't speak to me again. As soon as school was finished I went out to run, I ran towards Seattle, I could handle things better when I moved like I was flying. This run had become my daily habit.
The month passed and everyday it got harder, I kept waiting for my interest in her to dissipate but it never did, if anything it grew worse.
I had four torments and I hung them in four main categories, the first two were very familiar, her silence and her scent.
Her scent, or perhaps to take the responsibility myself, my thirst. It was the most primal of my torments, it had become another habit not to breathe during biology. Provided of course I did not have to answer a question. When I did breathe, the scent hit me as hard as it had the first day.
The curiosity was the most prevalent torment. It drove me nearly insane, what was she thinking? Whenever she sighed, or doodled in her notebook, or sometimes when someone would say something, her eyes would get this look of pain and hurt, sparked with rage. What caused that? When she spoke, was she speaking the truth or a lie to sate her peers?
Oddly enough Mike Newton was a torment. No one would ever dream that a, generic, mortal boy would ever be this infuriating? I did owe him some gratitude, he kept her talking. I learned about her through these conversations. I was still compiling my list about her, but contradictorily I was irritated by Mike. I wished be the one to unlock her secrets.
It helped that he never noticed her little slips. He knew nothing about her, in his mind he'd created a Bella just generic as himself. He never saw her unselfishness, her strength, her bravery. He didn't the maturity of her spoken thoughts. He didn't perceive the way she spoke of her mother, loving, indulgent, amusement, and fiercely protective. Rather like she was the adult and her mother the child. He was oblivious to the forced patience in her voice and eyes as she feigned an interest in his ridiculous stories. Nor did he guess the source of that patience.
Through her various conversations I was able to add the most important quality to my list, as simple as it was rare. Bella was good. All other things kindness, self-effacing, selfless, brave and fierce protectiveness. She was good through and through.
There were times when she wasn't good all the time, though this never diminished her in my eyes. She often made cutting insults wrapped up in a statement, most often towards the vile Newton boy, Jessica or Lauren. They never noticed them in the slightest.
The boy's help in these discoveries never helped me warm to him. The possessive way he viewed Bella, as if she were an acquisition to be made, provoked me almost as much as his crude fantasies about her. He was growing steadily more confident about her too, as time passed, she seemed to prefer him over those he considered his rivals- Tyler Crowley, Eric Yorkie and occasionally, myself. He would routinely sit on her side of the table before class began, chattering at her, encouraged by her smiles. Just polite smiles, I placated myself. Still, I amused myself with the idea of backhanding the boy across the room and into the wall....... it probably wouldn't injure him fatally...
Mike didn't often think of me as a rival. After the accident he'd worried that Bella and I would form some sort of bond over shared trauma. But he was placated when the opposite occurred. Back then he was irritated when I had singled Bella out. But when I treated her as I had the others he grew complacent.
What she thinking now? Did she welcome his attention?
My final torment, the most painful; Bella's indifference. As I ignored her she ignored me. She never tried to speak to me again, for all I knew she never thought about me at all.
This might have driven me mad, or even made me break my resolution to not speak with her, except sometimes she would glance at me like she had before. It eased some pain when she did, every now and then. Of course she could be wondering what kind of freak I was.
I caught her looking in my direction and fidgeted. I paid attention to how often she looked in my direction. It pleased me to see that this frequency never declined. I didn't know what it meant but it made me feel better.
I was never in a mood good mood and today was going to be bad. The odious Mike Newton was going to ask Bella on a date.
A girl's choice dance was near on the horizon and he had been hoping Bella would ask him. The fact that she had not had rattled his confidence. Now he was in an uncomfortable bind, that was I enjoying more than I should. The reason being, Jessica Stanley had asked him, he had not said yes because he was hoping Bella would ask him.(Proving him victor over rivals.) But he didn't want to say "no" and miss the dance entirely. Jessica, hurt by his hesitation and guessing the reason behind it, was thinking daggers at Bella.
Again I had the instinct to place myself between her angry thoughts and Bella. I understood the instinct better now and it irritated me that I could not act on it.
To think it had come to this! I was fixated on the petty dramas I had once disregarded as pointless.
Mike was working up his courage as he walked Bella to biology. I listened to his struggles as they arrived, the boy was weak. He was waiting to make his interest known until Bella showed a marked preference for him. He didn't want to make himself vulnerable to rejection, preferring she make the leap first.
Coward.
He sat down at our table, comfortable with long familiarity. And I imagined the lovely sounds of his bones breaking as he hit the far wall.
"So." He said to Bella, his eyes planted firmly on the floor. "Jessica asked me to the spring dance."
"That's great." Bella said with enthusiasm I could tell was fake. It was hard not to smile at Mike, he'd been hoping for dismay. "You'll have a lot of fun with her."
"Well," He scrambled for the correct response. "I told her I'd think about it." He'd chickened out.
"Why would you do that?" Her tone was filled with disapproval, with the faintest hint of relief. What did that mean? Unexpected fury rolled through me and made my hands clench into fists. A small smirk made its way across Bella's face. My anger became more prevalent.
Mike did not hear the relief. His face was red with blood.
"I was wondering if... well you were going to ask me." Bella stiffened minutely and in that instant I saw the future more clearly than any psychic ever could.
The girl might say yes to Mike's unspoken question now, she might not. But either way someday she would say yes to someone. Whether she said yes to someone in this lackluster crowd or waited until she got out of Forks, the fact remained that she would say yes one day.
I saw her life I had before, college, career..... love, marriage. I saw her on her father's arm, dressed in guazy white, face flush with happiness as she moved to the sound of Wagner's march.
This pain was something I'd felt before. A human would have to be on the point of death to feel this pain- a human would not live through it.
And not just pain, but pure, outright rage.
The fury ached for some form of physical outlet, Mike Newton seemed like a perfect outlet. This undeserving boy might not be the one Bella would say yes to but I still yearned to crush his skull as representative for whoever that might be.
I didn't understand this strong emotion. It was a wild tangle of rage, pain, desire and despair. I'd never felt it before and I could not for the unlife of me put a name to it.
"Mike, I think you should tell Jessica yes." Her voice once more had gentleness.
Mike's hope plummeted furiously. I would have enjoyed that, had I not been lost in the aftershock of such pain, and remorse for what the pain had done to me.
Did you ask someone already?" Mike's voice was sullen. He was highly suspicious it was me and I realized my head was inclined in Bella's direction, betraying my interest.
His thoughts were running wild with envy-envy for whoever Bella preferred over him-suddenly put a name to my unamed emotion.
I was jealous.
No," the girl said, the most minute hint of sadness and anger coloring her tone. "I'm not going to the dance at all."
Through all the remorse and anger flowing through me I felt relief at her words. And suddenly, I was considering my rivals.
"Why not?" Mike asked, his tone was rude. I bit back a growl, offended by his using that tone with her.
"I'm going out of town that weekend." My curiosity was not as vicious as it had been. I would know the where's and why's eventually.
"Can't you go some other weekend?" Mike's tone wheedling now. Rather like a whining child.
"No," Bella snapped. "Don't make Jessica wait any longer, it's rude." The concern for her friend confused me. It was a natural Bella state of being, but was her turning down Mike her loyalty to her friend? She was more than selfless for that. Or did she truly not want to go? Or were both choices wrong? Was she interested in someone else?
"Yeah." Mike was so demoralized, I almost pitied the boy. Almost. "I guess you're right. Head hanging low he walked away, cutting off my view of her face. I wasn't going to tolerate that.
I turned to face her myself for the first time in a month. It was a sharp relief to see her like this, rather like a human getting air after a long time underwater.
Her eyes were closed, her fingers rubbing her temples. It was a pose frequent among those who were stressed. She shook her head ever so slightly, as if trying to push a memory from her mind.
Frustrating. Fascinating.
Mr. Banner began his lecture and Bella's eyes opened. She turned to me, almost as if she sensed my gaze. Her eyes were guarded but a little bewilderment was still there, along with a small amount of sadness.
I didn't feel remorse or guilt at the moment but I knew that would come later. For a moment I rode this strange, jittery high. As if I had won rather than lost.
She didn't look away though her eyes were blank now, the slight sadness in her eyes masked. What had Mike said to her to make that hurt appear in her eyes?
I could see my reflection in her eyes. My eyes were black, it had been 2 weeks since my last hunting trip. Today was not the safest day for my will to crumble. The blackness in my eyes did not seem to frighten Bella in the slightest. She still did not look away.
What was she thinking now?
I was very close to asking the question out loud when Mr. Banner called my name. I picked the answer out of head, sucking in a scorching breath as I turned in his direction.
"The Krebs Cycle." The remorse and guilt burned with the violent thirst, if I could cry I would be sobbing tears now.
What had I done?
I knew I had lost the battle so I turned to stare at the girl.
She did not meet my gaze again, instead her long, thick braid was pulled over her shoulder, one of her fingers running through the ends of the braid. Her fingers, so delicate looking connected to a delicate wrist. Both I could snap in a mere instant.
No, No,No. I couldn't do this, I couldn't allow my life to collide with hers, to ruin this fragile creature. But I couldn't stay away from her either.
The monster in me hissed as I wavered during my brief hour with her. Then it was over, Bella collected her things without looking at me. I was disappointed but not surprised. The way I had treated her after the accident was inexcusable.
"Bella?" I'd given up trying to stop myself, my willpower already lay in shreds. She hesitated before turning around, her eyes were slightly distrustful.
"What?" She asked, her tone like ice. "Are you speaking to me again?"
"No, no not really." I said and her eyes closed. This saddened me, her eyes were often her best avenue. Her jaw locked in place and she sighed carefully before speaking.
"Then what do you want Edward?" She asked me. My name from her lips did strange things to my body. If I'd had heart beat it would have been racing.
But how to answer her?
With the truth, I decided. I would be as truthful as possible from now on. I didn't want to deserve her distrust, even if earning her trust was impossible.
"I'm sorry." I blurted out, her eyes opened. It was truer than she would ever know. It was trivial, but I could only apologize for the trivial "I'm being very rude, I know. But it's better this way, really." I would be better for her if I was rude.
"I don't know what you mean." Her voice was careful, calculating.
"It's better if we're not friends." I said, I was trying to warn her as much as possible. " Trust me." Her eyes tightened, and for a moment the pain flashed through.
"It's too bad you didn't think of that earlier." She all but spat out the words. "You could have saved yourself all this regret." What on earth could she know of my regrets?
"Regret? Regret for what?" I asked her.
"For not letting that stupid van squish me." She hissed out the words, full of rage.
I froze, stunned.
How could she think that? Saving her life was the one acceptable thing I'd done since I'd met her. The only thing I wasn't ashamed of. I'd been fighting to keep her alive since I'd first caught her scent. How could she think this about me? How dare she question my one good deed in this mess?
"You think I regret saving your life?"
"I know you do," She spat at me furiously.
"You don't know anything." I was seething with anger.
How was it possible for one human to be so confusing! I'd never met a human like this in all my immortal life. There had to be an explanation for her behavior and mental silence. She was entirely other.
Her jaw snapped together and she turned, sweeping out of the room in a motion that was oddly graceful for her.
Spanish passed in a blur, Mrs. Goff never called on me, embarrassed by the fact that my Spanish was far superior to hers. . This left me with plenty of time to think.
I obviously couldn't ignore the girl anymore. That was certain. Did that mean I had no other choice than to destroy her life? I tried to think of a way.
I didn't pay much attention to Emmett until the end of the class. He was curious-though Emmett was not the most intuitive he noticed a change in me. He wondered about the unrelenting low coming from my eyes. He struggled to put a name on it for a little while then finally decided on hopeful. That's what it was, hopeful?
I pondered the idea on my way to the Volvo, wondering exactly what I should be hoping for.
But my pondering didn't last long. As sensitive as I was about Bella's name, I heard her name in the thoughts off my...... rivals I supposed, caught my attention.
Eric Yorkie and Tyler Crowley, having heard of Mike's rejection were already, to coin a modern phrase, moving in on her.
Eric was already positioned against her truck where she could not avoid him and Tyler was in class, being held late to receive an assignment and he was desperate to catch her before she left.
This I had to see.
"Wait here for the others." I told Emmett and he nodded, eying me suspiciously for a moment.
Kid's lost his mind. He thought.
I waited for Bella to pass on her way out from gym, staying where she would not see me. As she got closer to Eric's ambush I set the walk so I would walk by at the right moment.
She stiffened for a mere second when she caught sight of the boy waiting for her but sighed and kept moving.
"Hi Eric," her voice held friendliness.
I was anxious at her show of friendship. Did she find this gangly teen with skin problems pleasing in some form?
Eric swallowed nervously. "Hi Bella."
She didn't seem to notice his nerves.
"What's up?" She asked, unlocking the truck door.
"I was just wondering..... if you would go to the spring dance with me?" His voice broke on the last few words.
She finally looked up. Her eyes were masked once more. I took a chance to wonder if I would ever see happiness in them. Eric's eyes dropped to the ground and Bella finally spoke.
"I thought it was girl's choice," she said, her voice flustered.
"Well.... yeah." He said wretchedly.
The pitiable boy did not irritate me nearly as much as Newton but I felt no sympathy for his angst until I heard Bella speak again.
"Thanks for asking, but I'm going out of town that day." I could feel the ice of her glare on my back as I walked past.
He was disappointed, he'd already heard this but had still hoped.
"Oh," he said. His eyes stayed on the ground. "Maybe next time."
"Sure." She agreed and I turned in time to see the boy walk away. I laughed without thinking, leaning against my car. Bella turned at the sound, her brown orbs cold, calculating and challenging me. I stopped laughing and glared at her, she responded with a smirk. What was she thinking?
Tyler, having exited his class was running to catch up to Bella. He was bolder than the other 2, also more confident. He'd only waited this long because he respected Mike's prior claim.
I wanted him to succeed for two reasons. If, as I was beginning to suspect, all this attention was irritating Bella then I would enjoy her reaction. But if it was not, Tyler's reaction being the one she was hoping for, then I wanted to know this too.
I measured him as a rival, even though I did know it was wrong. He seemed tedious and unremarkable to me, but what did I know of Bella's preferences. Maybe she like average boys....
The thought made me wince. I could never be an average boy. It was foolish to set myself up as a rival. How could she possibly accept something that is by definition a monster?
She was too good for a monster.
I should have let her escape but, my inexcusable curiosity kept me from doing what was right. Again. But, if Tyler missed his chance now and contacted her later I would have no way of knowing the outcome. I pulled my Volvo into the narrow lane, blocking her exit.
Emmett and the rest of my brothers were on their way. He'd explained my strange behavior to them and they were walking slowly, trying to decipher what I was up to.
I watched Bella in my rear-view mirror. She glared at me, looking as if she wished she were driving a tank instead of a rusted Chevy.
Tyler hurried to his car, thankful for my strange behavior. He waved at Bella, trying to get her attention. Finally, he got out, sauntering to her car and knocking on the passenger window. Bella sighed and rolled the window.
"I'm sorry Tyler," she said."I'm stuck behind Cullen." She pronounced my surname with anger.
"Oh I know," Tyler said confidently. " I just wanted to ask you something while we're stuck here."
Bella's eyes flashed dangerously.
"Will you ask me to the spring dance?" He asked cockily, no thought of defeat in his face.
"I'm not going to be in town Tyler." She said.
"Yeah, Mike said that."
"Idiot." She muttered, well now that interesting. "Then why-" she began to ask.
He shrugged, "I was hoping you were letting him down easy." Her eyes flashed once more then cooled.
"Sorry Tyler," she didn't sound the least bit sorry. "I really am going to be out of town."
"That's cool." He said, full of bravado. "We still have prom."
He strutted back to his car.
I was right to have waited for this.
Her face was priceless, horror and pure anger fought for the expression. I heard a low growl somewhere, but ignored it, to intent on my laughter. It told me what I needed to know, she felt nothing for any of these human boys. Also her face was quite possibly the funniest thing I'd ever seen.
My brothers arrived at that moment, thoroughly confused to find me rocking with laughter instead of my normal state of glaring murderously at everything.
What's so funny? Emmett wondered.
I just shook with a new wave of laughter as Bella revved her engine again. She was making her tank face again.
"Let's go." Jacob hissed. "Stop being an idiot, if you can."
His words meant nothing to me, I was having to much fun, but I did as he asked.
No one spoke to me on the way home, I still had the occasional chuckle as I remembered Bella's face.
"So you haven't killed her yet?" Jacob smirked, knowing he'd ruined my good mood.
I did a hairpin turn into the garage at 90 miles an hour.
"Enjoy your run." Jacob taunted as I shot past him.
But I didn't go running, instead I went hunting.
The others had scheduled their own hunt for tomorrow, but I couldn't afford to be thirsty now. I overdid it, glutting myself on anything I could find. I was so full it was uncomfortable. Why couldn't it be enough, why did her scent have to be so strong?
I hunted in preparation for the day, but, when I could not hunt anymore the sun was still hours from rising. I knew the next day was not soon enough.
The jittery high swept me when I realized I was going to find the girl.
I argued with myself the entire journey back to Forks. But I finally went with my indefensible plan. The monster was well-fetted and I would keep my distance from the girl. I just wanted to see her face.
It was past midnight as I arrived, Bella's truck parked against the curb, her father's cruiser in the driveway. No thoughts in the neighborhood were awake. I watched the house from the blackened forest that lay in the east. The front door was probably locked but that wouldn't be a problem except that I didn't want to leave a broken front door as evidence. I decided to try the upstairs window first, not many people would lock that.
I crossed the backyard and was up to the window in a second. I hung onto the sill with one had as I looked into the room, and my breath stopped.
It was her room, she lay in the small bed, sheets twisted around her legs as I watched she twitched restlessly, throwing her arm over the side of the bed. Did she sense the danger near her?
I was utterly repulsed with myself as I looked at her. I was no worse than a peeping tom.
I hung onto the window with the tips of my fingers as I allowed myself one long look at her face, before dropping. Her face wasn't peaceful, it never was. Her brows were furrowed and her face was tight, her frown prominent.
"Okay Mom," she said and I gasped. Bella spoke in her sleep, to hear thoughts like that, unfiltered, from her mind? It was an opportunity I could not pass up. I opened the window carefully, surprised that it slid open smoothly and quietly, then gently stepped into her room.
Her scent was thick, coating everything in the room with it. I ceased breathing instantly as I looked around. It was disorganized but not unclean, books were on a shelf and on the floor next to her bed, CD's were around and shoes dotted the wooden floor. The computer made me smile a little, it belonged in a museum devoted to ancient technologies. After a few moments of looking I situated myself in the corner of the room.
How had I ever thought her average looking? She was relaxed a little and for the first time I saw a little of what she looked like. Her hair was in a ponytail but had somehow spread itself out, like seaweed. Her mouth was open a little and one hand lay over the side of the bed. I realized I had never seen her bare arms before. She always kept them covered, they were pale and beautiful, like the rest of her. Her lips, full and slightly pink were slightly parted. She would have taken my breath away, had I been breathing.
She was silent for the moment, perhaps her dream had ended.
I watched her lovely face and considered ways to make the future bearable.
Hurting her was not bearable, not anymore. Did that mean my only choice was to leave again?
The others would not argue with me now. My absence would be of no consequence. No mortal thoughts lingered over the accident. No suspicion would fall on my family.
As I had this afternoon I wavered.
I had no hoped of rivaling the human boys, whether they appealed to her or not. I was nothing more than a monster, dreamed up from people's deepest nightmares. It would repulse her in an instant if she saw what I truly was. She would run away in terror, shrieking as she did, like the intended victim in a horror movie.
I thought back to her first day in biology and knew this was the right reaction for her to have to me.
It was pure foolishness to wonder if she would have canceled her hastily made plans to instead attend the silly dance with me.
I was not the one she was destined to say yes to. She would say yes to someone warm, soft, mortal. I was none of these things, I never would be. And I could not let myself hunt him down and kill him when that yes was said. She would deserve him, whoever he was. She would always deserve the best.
I owed her the right thing now, I knew I could no longer pretend I was in danger of loving this girl, would matter if I left? Bella would never see me the way I wanted her to. Never see me as someone worthy of love.
Never.
Could a dead, frozen heart break? It felt like mine was about to. I got up slowly, intent on leaving this beautiful creature in peace.
"Edward." Bella said.
I froze, staring at her unopened eyes.
Had she woken, caught me here? She looked like she was still asleep, but her voice had been so clear.
She moved, rolled restlessly and sighed again, still fast asleep and dreaming.
"Edward." She mumbled.
She was dreaming of me.
Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt like mine was about to.
"Stay." She sighed."Don't go please."
She was dreaming of me, not a nightmare and she wanted me to stay.
The feelings that flooded through me were impossible to name. For a long moment I drowned in them.
When I resurfaced I was a changed man.
My life was an unchanging, unending midnight. It had always been this way. So how was it possible to have the sun rising right now, in the middle of my midnight?
When I had become a vampire, trading my soul and my mortality for immortality in the searing pain of my transformation, I had been frozen. My body turned to something more like rock than flesh, enduring and unchanging. Everything about me had been frozen, my likes, dislikes, desires, everything.
It had been the same for the rest of them. We were all frozen, living stone, set the way we are.
So when a rare change happened it was permanent. Love was a permanent change for Carlisle. 80 years had passed but he never stopped looking at Esme with the incredulous eyes of first love. I knew now I would be the same. I would love and adore this fragile little human for the rest of my limitless existence.
As I watched her unconscious face I felt the love for her settle into every portion of my stone body.
As I watched I began to plot.
I loved her and so I would try to be strong enough to leave her. I wasn't at the moment so I would work on that one.
But for the moment I would have to be inordinately careful. One mistake and I could snap her in two. Her death, if by my hand, would be a horrific accident. Loving her would not keep me from killing her, I knew that. I could not hear the monster anywhere, perhaps love had silenced him forever.
I couldn't help but wonder, now devastated by longing for the girl, would I ask my father in unforgivable selfishness to change her? To make her a monster for eternity? To take away her soul, her chance for children, her mortality, so I could keep her for eternity?
She deserved better.
But I saw another option. Provided I was careful, I could walk the very thin line. Could I do it? Could I keep her human and be with her at the same time?
Deliberately I took a breath, then another, letting her luscious scent rip through me like a wildfire. The room was thick with the wild smell that was uniquely Bella. My head swam but I fought against it. I would have to get used to this if I was going to have any kind of relationship with her. I took another burning breath and moaned in the back of my throat.
I watched her until the sun began to rise. I left through her window, smiling as I did. I began counting down the minutes until I would see her again.
Good God this chapter was long.
Alright guys, I promised myself I'd have this done before my break was over. And I did. Woot! Sorry the chapter took so long to get out, but I made it extra long for ya'. Reviews make the best late Christmas presents.
I'm recommending books today.
Alex Rider; ; Anthony Horowitz. (After you read the first, read all of them. I just finished Crocodile Tears.)
14 year old Alex Rider lives with his uncle, Ian Rider. His uncle is killed in a car crash and then Alex finds out he was a spy. And MI6(British CIA) want Alex to finish up Ian's last mission, figuring out why a billionare is donating computers to all the London Schools. Contains massive amounts of kickbutt action and a few explosions. It's one of my favorite book series. Enjoy it.
