Disclaimer- Why would anyone think that we own Twilight?! If we did, the writing would probably suck! Therefore it all belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Ok anyways, you know how the author of this story (I'm going to be calling her Phia from now on) was writing this story with a friend, well I'm the friend, and Phia seems to not write anymore so its going to be just me from now on…I'm sorry if I've disappointed anyone but your going to have to deal .

Chapter 9

I walked back up to my room in a daze, unwilling to believe that I had actually said yes to Yakov's proposal. As I sat down on my bed, I started to contemplate everything that had happened to me, from the bite, to the café and Yakov. I shot up, suddenly realizing that I could not truly be a vampire. I didn't sparkle, I could cry, and at least caffeine tasted good.

Then my mind started turning, trying to come up with explanations, possibilities. Then it all clicked, each vampire had their own power maybe just maybe I was too human to be a vampire. I curled up in a ball and let the void take over my mind.

Light streamed from the window and played across the bright threads of my bed sheets. I groaned as I smelt the aroma of bacon and pancakes waft through the open door of my bedroom. I tumbled out of bed and crawled into the living room and adjoining kitchen. The back of Olive's bobbing head and apron, bustled in front of the stove and cooking food.

"Umm, excuse me. How did you get in here?" I asked, slightly bewildered.

"Huh, oh, good morning, you're finally up! Well if I must say so myself, having a walking toddler tall enough to reach locks, teaches one the art of picking locks in a way nothing else can!"

I just stared at her and watched as she plopped the steaming bacon and pancakes onto my plate and picked up Honey who was standing at her side, holding onto her frilly apron. Honey cooed and chortled as her mom bounced her up in the air and placed her in a high chair that I didn't see in the beginning. Honey grabbed at the plastic fork and stabbed at the small, cut up pieces of her food. Olive sat in the remaining stool and smiled her warm friendly smile, her rosy cheeks turning even rounder.

"How are things going for you? Have any plans for the day?"

"Actually, I found myself a job."

"Oh so soon! That's great! Where are you working?"

"At the café downstairs, the really artsy, kind of dark one."

"You're working with Yakov?"
"You know him?"

"Of course! Everyone who lives here knows him. He is the one who keeps everything going; he was the one who recommended the remodeling. You should have seen this place before he came; it was one hell hole, run down and everything. Of course the rent was cheaper but the rats and cockroaches weren't so great either. Actually I really only knew him after I did the murals in the café."

"You did those? I love them, their beautiful," talking to Olive was so easy the words just slid out of my mouth like oil. She was helping me heal the hole in my chest, making me hopeful that I could just forget it all.

"Thanks. Well you better get to work, but I recommend before you do that, you might want to get changed."

I nodded my head and said goodbye as she grabbed Honey and the high chair and walked out of the door. I stood up out of the chair and pulled out some jeans and a dark green t-shirt with the words "If there's a fountain of youth, it has caffeine in it" from my drawer. Putting them on, I quickly tied my newly silky hair into a ponytail and ran out the front door.

The tinkling of the silver bell announced my arrival in the café. Early risers were already there sipping their lattes and one middle school aged kid gulped a mocha and then ran out the door.

"Izzy, good morning," a cheerful voice called as Yakov came in from the back door in a black apron and the signature rag in hand.

I just groaned and asked what I was going to be doing for the rest of the day, instead of replying in words he just smirked and moved me behind the corner and posted me by the cashier.

The day pasted in a blur, the costumers flew in and out. Yakov carried on witty conversation without my side of it. Which was good enough for me because it left me time to think, but then I realized Yakov's voice had gone silent.

I glanced up at his face but then I noticed something different instead of his eyes being the normally robin's egg blue, his eyes had turned a chilling purple.

"Yakov, why are your eyes purple, aren't they blue?" I asked confused and slightly frightened my mind knowing that there was something more behind this than what appeared on the surface.

"Huh what are you talking about?" he asked instantly.

Then I gasped, his eyes shifted, they flashed, and turned from the purple in the blue, I had seen before.

"Maybe it was time you got off from work and we go on our tour," he said quietly a new steeliness applied onto his voice.

MWAHAHAHAHA!! Because I'm evil (or I could just be tired I don't know) I'm going to leave it here….I will try and add more as soon as possible though I can't promise anything cause its finals this week…OH JOY note sarcasm anyways I'll update as soon as possible.

-This is a note from the person who posted chapterr 9, in otherwords the other author. So I did start writing this chapter quite recently but now this one is posted. I will be contributing to the story, maybe not as often as the other author though. Anyways . . . REVIEW!