A/N: ElementOfArt, ready for combat! No, there will not be any kind of war is this chapter, I just thought that this greeting would be humorous… Let us skip the chit-chat, shall we?
Have a pleasant read, my lovelies, have a pleasant read…

IsabellaPOV

The morning was cold. I felt unusually stressed as I woke from my slumber to a day where the sky was covered by a thick layer of fluffy grey, and it was dark. Frey was curled up by my head, squirming as I rose from the comfort of my bed to get ready for school. I walked to the open window of my small room. The air poured in and I welcomed Skadi as she devoured my body, lifting my hair in multiple directions as the wind violently scattered papers over my floor and pulled on the fabric of my nightgown. Frey hissed. I took a deep breath then closed the window. Something was to be expected, and I knew my distress was not about to vanish just yet. I exclaimed an enormous sigh as I turned around; I was going to have to clean up before leaving this morning.

I felt that today's color should be scarlet, and so I decided to wear a scarlet colored silk blouse along with a pair of comfortable blue jeans. I let my hair be, thinking that the strands shall fall as they may. I also decided to paint my lips, they too in a fierce red. I descended the staircase, turned and entered the kitchen, all the while being followed by a black poofy ball of fur.

I stood on the kitchen floor in the middle of the room, my feet bare, closed my eyes and visualized the Earth's energy flowing up and into me as I affirmed out loud;

"I am grounded and leveled. I am strong and stable," I took a deep breath and intoned the following. "I am inspired, thought-filled and light." I stepped forward and started running water into a tea kettle I had brought with me from my mother, welcoming the energy of water by saying; "Like this water I flow easily, fluid and clear."

I placed the kettle on the stove and as the water heated, I harnessed the power of Fire.

"I am purified, cleansed and filled with passion." Once my tea was done I poured a cup and breathed in the aroma; it smelled like ginger. Finally I welcomed the energy of Air and the blend of elements by saying; "With these elements I face the day with ease and grace. So be it," and drank deeply. Still holding the cup in mid air while facing the kitchen window, as I was moving the cup away from my lips, I locked eyes with Frey. She was standing tall, like the graceful cat she is, in the doorframe to the cooking sanctuary of the house. I turned my head to provide her with my unconditional attention. She snorted and turned her little nose up in the air as she turned her head away from me.

"I know you don't need it," I told her. "But I do. Just because we are both magical creatures by birth does not mean that I have been brought up the same way you have; with magic as the natural and obvious actuality it really is." She stared at me. Then she proudly stepped out of sight. I laughed.

I gazed out of the window into the morning fog, wondering what the day had to offer. A little anxious I hurriedly ate my breakfast and put on my woolen coat and fluffy Eskimo boots. The air was cool. It had turned from an uncomfortable acerbic cold to a relatively manageable, perhaps even soothing, frosty air. The melting snow under my shoes splashed sloppily around my feet, leaving traces of where I had stepped foot on the ground to my lovely vehicle, the color of it matching the fallen pieces of compact, frozen crystals.

The drive was, as usual, short. My classes were, as always, the opposite. Though Edward confronted me just before class started. He asked me what was in Seattle. It had taken me a while to completely understand what he was talking about, but soon realized that he was speaking of the upcoming school dance, which I had decided not to attend. I answered him honestly, telling him I had simply decided upon it on a whim and that I was actually planning on taking on other matters, personal matters. He asked me if I would mind it very much for him to take me somewhere. I had turned toward him, looking up into the windows of his soul.

"I thought you wanted me to stay away from you." Of course, I had not been planning on following that request through.

"I told you that we shouldn't be friends, Isabella," Edwards's voice caressed my name as it fondly played with my sense of hearing. "Not that I didn't want to be." His mouth had been pulled up into a crooked grin I was growing dangerously accustomed to. I did not know what to do, how to respond to Edwards request. All I could feel was his hope as it illuminated his skin. I ran my fingers through my hair, my face colored with frustration as I breathed in, keeping the air trapped in my lungs for just a few redundant seconds. I let out a harsh breath and looked back up into Edwards light orbs.

"Where will you take me?" I asked him, hoping for my own sake that I was not to regret my decision. Edward smiled broadly at my vulnerable self, walking backwards.

"We really should not be friends, Bella." He turned around, and I was facing his back as he walked away from me.

"It is a little too late for that," I spoke lightly, my voice a mere caress of the wind. I was unsure if I had wanted him to hear it, or if I had wanted to keep it to myself.

My tea earlier this evening seemed to have done its job; I was feeling grounded, leveled and peaceful. To a certain degree. I felt like that all the while I was making my graceful self waltz to the cafeteria, having been left behind by Mike as he was seemingly resuming what used to be our routine together with Jessica. I would have to guess that he had accepted her invitation to the spring dance, as had been my advice. Though I did slightly wonder why it felt as if though he was doing nothing more than obeying orders.

My feet were almost silent as I took step after step, only making a slight tapping sound bounce off the walls as all the other students feet were pounding and splashing brown slush all over the floor. Their chit-chattering voices were booming in the space of the crowded, table filled room. Edwards pale face, his musically gifted fingers, light orbs and bronze hair was the first things my eyes sought. His face lit up, his spirit light and glowing in a faint gold. I watched him playfully converse together with his family, their spirits, too, light. Our eyes met at one point, while I was taking a bite of my apple. He held for longer than was thought of as polite, longer than was thought of as merely being interested and even longer than was thought of as a staring contest. I felt the fire in my abdomen stir, creating friction I was not sure I would ever get used to. A slight fear grew as unease growled inside me, squeezing my heart and heaving it deeper into my seemingly tight and bottomless chest. He dragged me into his stare, trapping me in a cage locked safely within him. I felt as though he was holding my heart delicately in his strong, capable hands as he dangled it over a cliff, deep blue water at its feet.

The bell rang, forcefully pulling us out of the grasp we each had on each other. My hopes were up, my head light. It felt as if though I was walking on air, with feathers soaring around me as I took careful steps toward the exit. Edward was still seated at the table with his siblings but I could feel his gaze following me until I was no longer visible to the human eye, until I was seemingly out of reach.

EdwardPOV

Then I rose. I placed a mask of indifference across my stone face, though being unfathomed by the force of which she held my marble heart in her fragile little hands. Her hold on me was of the greatest intensity, the feeling which held me captive as I was within her grasp; complete. How this creature, a mere human, I mused as I walked out of the cafeteria, could have such a huge impact on something so cold, soulless and dangerous was incomprehensible to me.

I wanted to run. I wanted to be near her, to feel the heat of the blood rushing under her skin only inches away from me. To be able to sense the faint fragrance of flowers beneath the fierce sent of her blood. The radiating heat of her skin, her multiple colored eyes curiously staring at me, wondering, figuring. Being away from her was driving me mad, even more so than that of her scent. I now appreciated the several years which had passed me by to perfect my self-control, the time I had spent forcefully pushing away my animalistic nature, for without it she would be dead.

Her scent had left a mouthwatering trail behind her, lingering for each step she had taken, threatening to be the destruction of my damned existence. Yet I kept my composure, deliberate steps taken very slowly, carefully. It felt as if though I was tiptoeing, but to the human eye, in the eyes of all those weak little things surrounding me, I was nothing more than another student of Forks high school, a mere human teenager walking to class on an ordinary afternoon after lunch in the cafeteria. But oh, how they were wrong.

My feet led me to the door which had been my goal. Behind it I was able to detect the beating of multiple hearts, hear the thoughts of people who thought themselves share my education. The door stood open, so I had not a chance of stopping before the entrance to take a breath of fresh enough air before entering. I tried to brace myself as I walked toward my seat. The dragging of the chair against the slick floor triggered my unease as I stared at Isabella's perpetual beauty. I sat down, still holding my breath steadily and contemplating my usage of the limited supply of air. Once I had seated myself I simply accepted the fact that my time to muse had run out.

"Isabella," I greeted carefully, a small smile pleasantly awaiting her attention.
She turned her head around and looked at me, mouth slightly open and eyes gleaming with a knowing I did not quite understand. Then she smiled. And then she spoke.

"Welcome, Edward."

A/N: Mwahahahaha, well…Ithought it was funny!