Chapter 9

I walked into class, handing a late slip to the teacher. He looked at my curiously, as if to ask, 'Where have you two been that last few days?'

I ignore him, walking to a seat beside Bella Swan way in the back of the class.

Ace chooses a seat in the front—one beside Eric Yorkie.

I notice the glance that Edward gives me. Edward.

I take a large breath and then force myself to keep my eyes on the board.

I did not want to go to school today, but i had no other choice. Just because something horrible happens, doesn't mean you should drop everything.

You forget about it, and move on.

This is a regular routine for me and Ace. Whenever we get back from trips like those, we don't spend much time together.

Healing time.

Then, we act as though nothing ever happens. Ace is usually the one to breach it, and i go along with it. How could i possible not? Currently, It's been three days.

The only thing remotely good that came out of that trip was that in the end, i was able to pig out as much as i could. But now i felt disgusted.

The day passed slowly. In classes, i never made contact with Ace, nor did i with Edward.

I kept my mouth shut, and i dazed off constantly.

I was tempted to leave school in third bell, but i didn't. It was P.E when i was forced to make contact with Edward.

I was not in the mood to deal with anything right now. I didn't even care about Edward's life. I felt sick.

My brother sat on the steps, his head resting on his backpack. His eyes were closed, and i was at least glad about that. I had enough of the look in his eyes before...

Even though i was supposed to be sitting out just like Ace due to my abilities, I had proved to be good on the field.

Me and Edward were forced in the same team, right beside each other.

Edward had been staring at me all day, and it just made me want to sink lower and lower into my seats.

Sometimes his lips even moved, asking me questions or saying a greeting. But i didn't reply. I just ignored him.

Like i said, I wasn't in the right feel to deal with anyone. Especially not him.

Maybe tomorrow it would be different, but right now, it was not.

Edward ran up to me, placing his hand on my shoulder and turning me around.

I felt his flinch when he skin touched mine, and i couldn't even smirk at him when he did so.

Edward's lips started to move, and i read them(even though i could hear him clearly).

'Where did you go?'

My next moved shocked Edward. Raising my hands, i signaled him my reply. 'I'm not in the mood. Leave me alone.'

Edward started using hand signals after my display, and he asked, 'Are you coming over to do the project? We were supposed to start last week.'

Edward was clearly stunned by my tired manor, and the fact that i used my hands to talk with him.

'I don't know,' I reply. 'Now please, just leave me alone.'

Edward's eyes widened, his mouth hanging loose in surprise.

I sighed, turning around and placing my hands up above me head, forming a diamond shape with my fingers as i bounced the volleyball to the other side of the net.


Ace and I sat on our couch, having just arrived from school. We were sitting on the far sides, away from each other.

"Jasper invited me over," Ace said after an hour or so of sitting like that.

Crack

"Edward did too," I replied.

Crack.

"We were supposed to start the project last week. Only logical," Ace continued quietly.

Crack.

I nod.

"Let's go then. Together," Ace finishes.

Shatter.

Blinking slowly, i stand up and grab Ace's hand, pulling him up from the couch and thrusting him upon me.

I wrap my arms around him, giving him a bear hug.

"I love you," Ace cries into my shoulder. "I love you."

He can repeat those words as much as he wants—I don't mind at all. I fully embrace them. I pull him in tighter, showing the same kind of affection.

After a while of hugging, we part, and i look into Ace's closed eyes. His lips are trembling, and their not smiling.

I poke Ace's cheeks, and he blushes bright pink. His lips quirk up in a smile.

Next, Ace throws his hand up, balling it into a fist. "THE CULLENS WE GO!"

I laugh, shaking my hand at his care-free attitude.

The hanging air that had hung between us is now broken, leaving a light, fun attitude.

Everything was back to normal—the past locked away in a cabinet to build.


My brother and I walked into the Cullen estate, not bothering to knock or ring the doorbell so that we could wait outside in the freezing cold.

Not that it mattered to us; nothing was cold or hot. But still, our bodies reacted against the weather.

Christmas was coming up a month and three quarters—or something like that—and the cullen manor was dressed beautifully.

Soft colored candles were placed around the house, some green and red. The house, even though there was no need for cooking since they couldn't eat, had the scent of sugar cookies, and it was strongest around the kitchen area. Ribbons of green and red lined the house, and there was fake snow on the area where the plasma t.v was resting.

Stockings hung underneath that on the wood, held in place by thumb tacks, and right beside the large television was a beautiful, lush green tree.

Ornaments and light fixtures were tied around in, and at the top there was a star. A green container was holding the tree in place and a red blanket was placed underneath that.

On this red blanket were piles of presents wrapped in decorative paper.

Ace walked over to the coffee table by the couch and dug into a bowl of glazed nuts, plopping them into his mouth.

I was much more interested, though, in the alluring white grand piano that was sitting across a hall in a separate, open room.

Without thinking, my legs began to move on their own. I didn't know why i was getting so excited.

Suddenly, i found myself stepping into a shadow, and I'm right beside the piano.

I stare at the gorgeous instrument in awe, running my fingers across the ivory keys. My fingertips tingle, and i find myself sitting down on the stool.

I place my hands on the piano, entranced.

Then, i press down, and I'm lost.

._.

I notice his scent immediately, and i almost fly down the stairs. Jasper, who is already standing at the steps, though hidden behind the wall, grabs my arm and pulled me out of sight also.

We peek through the corner, watching the two brothers.

It took a good thirty three seconds before I see Caleb—the person who had said please to me earlier, even though he was supposed to be killing me(if Carlisle's theory was true)—do something amazing.

His eyes land on the room that rests my pearl white piano. He stares at it for a long moment, seeming captivated by it. He starts to walk swiftly towards the room, and then he vanishes.

Even to my eyes, he physically disappeared. My eyes widened in shock; He....he just vanished.

That's when i heard it; The tone was magnificent.

It was of something i had never heard of before—not just the piece, but the style. Everything about it made my feel a brimming warmth in my cold, lifeless heart.

I was unconnected from Caleb only once, when i saw his brother's head turned right towards us.

His eyes were closed, but his intention was enough. He was not smiling, but a frown....?

He seemed sad; depressed in some sort of way.

Seemingly ignoring us, Ace walked towards the room, stopping in front of the door. He did not vanish. Maybe i was beginning to see things?

My legs began to move, taking me down the stairs. Jasper followed me.

The both of us stopped in the doorway besides Ace, listening on the unexplainable profound music that was filling our ears.

I was momentarily distracted when Caleb's brother quickly turned around and ran upstairs, Jasper following him.

I leaned against the wall, continuing to be tranced into the music.

Then, he did something that stunned me beyond belief.

you act as if

its weird for me to

think you might be with

someone else who

is having what i had

you smile with when im sad

just those thought they make me mad

why dont you just

tell me that you

are so deeply lost

and you dont want me to

be around, be visible

make a sound, be difficult

girl just say whats critical

theres no other way to go

when youre driving a one way road

just be real and let me know

before i lose all control

theres no use in holding on

if you'd rather be alone

should i stay or should i go

oh its your call

I have never heard a voice so...original. It wasn't a harmonized melody brought upon from the heavens, but Caleb was definitely blessed with a beautiful voice.

There was something in his style, just like his piano playing, that made you totally captivated...

Suddenly, Caleb's head snapped around, his eyes boring strait into mine.

My eyes widened, my lips parted as if to say something, but finding nothing eligible.

"Did you buy the ingredients?"

"What?," I say, confused.

"The project ingredients," Caleb says with more emphases.

Mentally smacking myself, i nod. "Yes."

"Then let's go," Caleb says, standing up from the stool and walking past me. He ran upstairs, grabbing the bag he had dropped on the floor.

Wait..., I ponder as i slowly make my way up the stairs. Why would he need to put more emphases if all i put was 'What'? No, I'm thinking this over to hard.

Walking upstairs, Ace runs flies down past me, Jasper following in pursuit.

I glance at him, and he glanced at me. Our glanced collide for a millisecond—

Will you be okay, Jasper?

I'll be fine. You?

Hopefully.

— and then flash back to their original owners.


I sat on Edward's bed(couch), my heart drumming in my chest. I could hear it clearly, and it was particularly annoying.

There was no need for me to be so timid though—if She was right—which she always was—then i would know Edward's name soon. I know I was angry because i had been so caught up the in the moment when i saw that piano that i didn't know that people were watching me.

Ace must have been heartbroken....

It was then that Edward decided to join me in his room.

Even though i had asked him if he had the supplies, i guess it didn't matter. We had to use the kitchen anyway, and Ace and Jasper were currently.

"Hello," Edward greeted me.

I didn't reply. I wanted to scold myself for showing him my weak side; i felt like slapping myself over and over.

There we're reasons why we stayed away from human kind after we fed(there were reasons why we didn't even make contact with them unless we wanted to kill them) and that was percisely one of them.

But now, i was becoming inpatient. I wanted to have control over Edward; i wanted him to do things....I wanted him to die.

His soul would be so delicious—the immortal ones were always the best. So many emotions buried deep inside them. And memories, oh god, memories!

Even though humans had beating hearts and supposedly 'warm' blood, it wasn't that special. Maybe it was just me, though.

No, humans had 'fragile' emotions while vampire's had 'extremely fragile' emotions. When you live forever, how could you not? The same thing with memories; humans forget—it's apart of their nature. But not vampires; they can never forget. All they could possibly forget is their past as a human.

In reality, just like i said, vampire's were better then humans. Their souls, anyway.

Edward sat down beside me, and his eyebrows were furrowed together. I knew he was trying to figure out what had happened to me earlier.

Where i had been for a whole weak, why i had been so weak-like in front of him. I had said please...

Standing up, I bent down and picked up a very large book. The covering had been shed off it(not a surprise, hardback books with paper covering are horrible) so i had to open it to find out the name.

Eldest it read.

"Hm," I murmured. I glanced to Edward, who's eyes were dead set on me.

I'll just ask him out.

"I've read them book before," I said softly, sitting down. "It's really good."

Edward didn't reply. He seemed too stunned. I could tell what he was wondering—what is with his mood changes?

I had to keep my eyes from rolling as i opened the book. I let my hand caress the smooth pages.

Then, i started to read out loud.

" Eragon stared at the dark tower of stone wherein hid the monsters who had murdered his uncle, Garrow.

He was lying on his belly behind the edge of a sandy hill, dotted with sparse blades of grass, thorn-bushes, and small, rosebud-like cactuses. The brittle stems of last years foliage pricked his palms as he inched forward to gain a better view of Helgrind, which—"

Edward's large hand placed over the book, blocking my view. I looked up, curious.

"Why are you acting like this?," he asked.

"What do you mean?," I reply.

"Your acting nice. Ever since you came back..."

A small smile graced my lips. "Do you not like it when I'm nice?"

"I know what you are," Edward hissed.

I raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh, really?"

"Yes," Edward says firmly.

"Hmm," I murmur. I set down the book, and then i grab Edward's shoulder pushing him to the bed. My face is only inches away from his.

My heart burns; I can get it right now...all i have to do it...

My lips twitch; they want to press against Edward's so badly. That was the easiest way to get a persons name—kiss them on the lips.

But...It didn't feel like the right time. No, i thought blinking slowly, It's not time yet.

"Let's go hiking together," i whisper in his ear. "Tomorrow. Let's go hiking."

"...what...?," Edward murmurs. I lean up staring into his eyes intently. "Tomorrow. I'll come over here at twelve."

Edward was clearly stunned. I rolled my eyes, grabbing the book and opening. Then, i began reading.


My eyes lowered as i listened to the majestic music tuning into my ears.

Finally, i couldn't stand it anymore. Pushing myself off the wall, i quickly ran upstairs. Even though i had no clue what Jasper's room looked like, i could sense where everything was. I laid down on a cushioned couch, sighing heavily as I buried my head in the cushions.

Jasper came up, and he stopped at the door—as if he didn't want to enter his own room.

"What's wrong?," he asks quietly. I could sense the hesitance in his voice, but there was more concern. "Do you not like listening to your brother?"

"I personally think it's none of your business, Jasper," I reply. Oops.

Jasper seemed stunned by the statement. He had never heard me...act this way before...

"Uh," I murmur, siting up. "Sorry."

"N-no," Jasper stuttered. "Your right. It's none of my business."

I couldn't help but smile happily at his words. He's such a nice person underneath that shield...

"So...you got the stuff, right?," I ask, trying to change the subject.

"Oh, y-yeah."

"Okay!," I screech happily, throwing my fist in the air. "Time to make some crystals!"

I stand up and run down the stairs, my hand caressing the wall, though it didn't go against the board that happened to be on it.

Jasper chased after me, and i felt my heart pulse against my chest.

If only I could see you, Jasper...you'd be so beautiful...

Even if my brother hated the vampires guts, i couldn't help but love Jasper. No one needed eyes to see the beauty. And i wasn't talking about physical beauty—no, i was talking about internal beauty. Looks mean nothing to me.

But...it wasn't as if my brother hated the vampires. It's all just this stupid front he puts up...If he would just open his eyes, then he would see Edward for what he truly is...Not just some damned soul...

But i couldn't be talking; I only liked Jasper. He's the only one who stood out to me. He's the only one that....

I became conscious that my eyes were slowly creaking open.

"Ugh," i said under my breath, squeezing them shut again. I'm a monster no matter what i think....

Leaning over the counter, i squeeze the edge, and i can feel it begin to crack underneath the pressure.

I don't want to kill him. I don't want to kill him. But he would just taste...

Jasper stepped into the kitchen behind me, and i immediately stood up strait, smiling widely.

"Hey jazz!"

"Hey....again."

I laughed at that. "So, i guess it's time to start making this baby, right?"

"Yes."

Jasper walked over to a table, and he set a bag upon it. He opened the back, and started to take stuff out.

I listened to his movement, leaning against the counter.

._.

Even though i had heard his footsteps, i was still shocked when he pressed against me. His whole front body. Jasper's arms layered mine, and his hands placed overtop of mine also.

I almost dropped the egg when he came in contact. The only thing that would made this better was if Jasper had a boner.

I grinned, but Jasper, of course, didn't see it.

"Be careful," Jasper said.

I'll never be careful around you, Jasper, I think lustily. That's impossible.

I switch our hand position so that my hand are placed on top of Jasper's. Jasper was now holding the egg. (A/N: Omg i am pissed off at myself. I accidently put silver crystals when i meant Geode of Blue Copper Sulfrate crystals. Please don't kill me, I'm sorry!)

Jasper's hand started to move to the edge of the sink, and he lightly tapped the egg against it. His hands were stiff against mine—he still couldn't get used to the feeling of my skin. I wanted to tell him to relax, but i didn't. I like Jasper cautious around me(more cautious then he usually is, apparently).

Jasper's thumbs moved forward and grabbed the insides of the egg. His hand arched, and he opened the egg. The contents spilled out—i could hear them splatter against the sink.

"Can you crack eggs one-handed?," I ask, my tone of voice innocent.

"I don't cook much," he says.

"Do you like following people, much?," I ask. My tone is so sweet, it's probably sickening. "You followed me. Remember that?"

"Ace, i already told you that it wasn't like that."

"Sure, that wasn't your first intention," I say, laughing a little afterwards. Slowly, i began to turn around, and i press my body against Jasper's. I hope he can feel my boner, and i think he can, since his whole body tensed so tight i thought he would never become relaxed again. Due to the fact i was short and he was unbearably tall, I only went to his throat.

But even though i had this disadvantage, the effect would be the same. "But what"—I press my body more again him, and i thrust my hips with an extra harshness—"are you intentions now?"

I could feel the growl vibrating in Jasper's throat. He wants me.

Suddenly, a light thud and numb-hit strikes my back. To a human, they would probably crying out in pain, but I'm not a human, sadly.

Jasper's hands are gripping my shoulders tightly—his knuckles might be whiter then death pale now. Jasper isn't breathing—nope, not even a hitch.

"Please," he whispers.

I wish i could open my eyes and see his expression, but i know i cant.

I stay there in silence for a moment, before i sigh. "Okay."

"...Thank you."

"Don't. I have one condition."

"And that is?," Jasper said curiously, letting go of my shoulders.

"Tomorrow. Come to my house and help me set up decorations."

"Your brother," Jasper breathed. "He doesn't—"

"My brother isn't going to be there tomorrow."

"Oh..."

"So yeah," I say. "Tomorrow. Come meet me. Early too. We have to buy some stuff."

"You guys can't buy anything," Jasper chuckles. "You don't even have a car to get you home."

"Thanks for the reminder," I scold laughingly. "Sooo..."

"Okay," Jasper finally says. "I'll go with you."

"Yay!," I eep, jumping up and down and clapping. I step on Jasper's foot, and stop, asking if he was alright—it's what a normal human would do.

Jasper was okay.

That was good.

At least this time, he didn't run away from me.


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Authors Note: Well, FINALLY some romance! Lol, happy? It's not all dark and gloomy anymore, now is it? Or is it? Dun dun duuuuuun. Lol, PLEASE REVIEW. I BEG YOU!