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Chapter 10: Unexpected Visitor

When I got home, Charlie wasn't there yet. I figured I could still do my homework before I made dinner. I went to my room and laid out my books in front of me. The leaves of the tree outside my window occasionally swaying… probably due to the wind. Since it was kind of stuffy inside I opened my window but I was surprised because there wasn't much wind… hmm. That was weird. Another mystery Forks has brought on.

I was midway through my Calculus homework when somebody knocked on the door. I rushed down the stairs wondering who it might be— without tripping, amazingly enough.

I opened the door and the sunlight blinded me temporarily. I blinked furiously until the light diminished slightly. But there was still a portion that didn't want to go away. It was just there— glittering.

Wait. The sun didn't glitter. It shined, yes. And it causes certain things around it to glitter but it in itself did not glitter. I heard a clicking sound in my head as it absorbed and analyzed the information it just gathered. I stood there, wide-eyed with shock.

What was left in front of me was not sunlight— it was a vampire. A stupid one at that. What idiotic vampire would allow themselves to be exposed like that?

"Hello," the musical voice said in amusement, "may I come in?" Oh. He really is a stupid vampire. So what would he do if people came past, huh? My temper flared up together with my anxiety.

"What are you doing?!" I hurriedly pulled him inside, afraid of the consequences of him staying outside for even a second more… but failing to think of the consequences of putting him inside the house at that. Now who's stupid? Ugh.

"Well, I was checking to see if you got home safely," he was surprised by the suddenness of my reaction, "and apparently you have." He smiled.

"No! I meant what were you doing standing under the s—" I cut off. I got so inclined in my emotions that I forgot he didn't know that I knew more than I should. We both tensed.

"Under the what?" his eyes were tight.

"Nothing. Never mind." I murmured the latter part but of course, he would hear it.

We stood in awkward silence and I watched his uneasy eyes— darting back and forth mine as he was seemingly having an internal battle with himself. When his posture finally became relaxed, he sighed and took a step near me.

"Bella."

I stood still. Other than clenching my fists, I was unable to move a muscle no matter how hard I screamed at them to move. My heart started beating uncontrollably. I couldn't decipher whether it did so as a warning that something was going to go horribly wrong or simply just because of the intensity of Patrick's smoldering gold eyes.

"We need to talk," his voice was controlled but his eyes were wary.

"We are talking," I feigned innocence as my posture relaxed slightly. He saw through it.

A hint of frustration entered his expression. "You know what I mean."

I sighed. "What do you want to talk about?" I said as I lead him to the living room, ushering him to sit down with my hands.

He stayed silent. His eyes filled with curiosity, blazing at its intensity as he observed me. I watched as his eyes traveled through my hair, my nose, my lips, saving my eyes for the last.

I cringed as our eyes met, Edward's eyes staring at mine, embodied as Patrick. I jerked my eyes away as I felt my cheeks grow warm and my pulse quicken under his gaze.

"How well do you know me Bella?"

(A/N: Ok. I seriously debated against myself if I would end here or not but I wanted to be a bit nice so I didn't.>:))

"Not so much," I was growing uneasy. I knew what he meant by that question but I couldn't seriously tell him I knew better than anyone else who and what they were. I couldn't possibly tell him how relentlessly I observed them at school, still amazed by their inhuman beauty and graceful movements— at least not now, not here.

He sighed. I knew he saw through me. "I knew you wouldn't really speak your mind so easily to me," I almost didn't hear him say this, his voice being so low and soft. He cleared his throat, "Can you at least please tell me what you were about to say awhile ago?"

I looked up at him. His eyes were quietly pleading. It hit me with surprise and I found myself blurting out what he was asking of me. "What were you doing standing under the sun?"

"And what's so wrong with me standing under the sun?" he smiled slightly maybe to ease the tension but his eyes were guarded.

My eyes were still locked with his and I couldn't bring myself to look away… And I couldn't resist the power his eyes brought that encouraged me to say what I really knew. My calm expression faltered and my eyes became uneasy. His smile widened and he waited, knowing I was about to give in.

I started out hesitantly, "People might have passed and saw that…"

"Saw what?" he prompted. His eyes were alight with curiosity and uneasiness. I sighed.

"You were sparkling," His expression grew unreadable and I took in a lot of breath.

"Your skin was sparkling under the sun like any vampire's would."

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