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Movin' right along...

(the painting described has a link on my profile)

BPOV

You said what?"

Angela was sitting across from me at a table at my favorite restaurant. It was the best place to get organic, vegan food in town and I could only talk Angela into coming when I had some really interesting gossip to tell her. I'd been a vegetarian since I was nine and my class took a field trip to the meat processing plant. Once I found out exactly what was in a hot dog my carnivore days were over.

"Shhhh…or you will get me fired. For real this time." I hissed. I knew I wasn't supposed to tell details of my job to Angela or to anyone else but I couldn't help myself. This was too much.

She looked around the nearly empty diner and whispered, "You actually accused him of being gay?"

I nodded, stuffing a hunk of falafel in my mouth. It was the same day as my confrontation with Mr. Cullen. I knew I had been some what inappropriate with my boss by questioning his sexuality, but I honestly hoped it would make us more comfortable around each other now that his secret was out in the open.

"What did he say?" she asked a little louder.

I swallowed and took a sip of my drink. "He didn't say anything. But he definitely didn't say no. And what guy wouldn't deny that he's gay if it wasn't true?" I responded knowingly.

Angela grimaced, "I guess. What a waste. He is a total piece of man candy and I so want to take a lick."

I rolled my eyes. "Angela, gross, he's my boss and gah…if you think he's hot you should see his boyfriend. The blonde from the other day? He is just as gorgeous and so tall…." I let my mind wander to the shaggy haired man who visited last week. "They are perfect for each other."

I sighed and decided to redirect the conversation, "Let's stop talking about unavailable men and you tell me about Ben."

The change in topic was just what Angela needed to stop focusing on Mr. Cullen. I listened as Angela went on about Ben and how they were meeting up later this evening to go see a movie. That piece of information sent an unwanted chill up my spine.

"Angela, promise me you will not wander around alone at the theater," I said. I was thinking of the poster from the coffee shop and the story about the girl named Bree who went missing from the theater with her friends. When Angela questioned my concern I explained to her what the girl at the coffee shop had told me earlier in the day.

"Gosh. Yeah, okay. We will definitely watch a movie at his house instead, even if that means we have to sit with Mike and Eric all night." She wrinkled her nose and I shook my head glad it was her and not me.

"Just promise me you'll be safe too." She commanded and I nodded back in agreement. I was completely paranoid now, after Victoria.

I'd taken to triple locking the door. The door, deadbolt and chain were locked every time I was home. I compulsively checked my windows and the balcony door. Plus, I practically ran from my car to the apartment every time I came home. I would have actually run if I hadn't been afraid of tripping in the middle of the parking lot. I really did appreciate Mr. Cullen allowing me to park in the garage. I felt much safer and I had the sense he was going out of his way to make me feel more comfortable.

I thought about Angela leaving me alone that night to spend time with Ben and the thought made me nervous, "Angela, how about you and Ben come to our place tonight? I was going to read anyway so you can have the TV to yourself. No need to hang out with the boys and play video games all night." I added and laughed hoping she would take the bait.

"Really? That would be great. Thanks Bella!" and I watched as she pulled out her phone to text Ben the change of plans.

I knew the possibility of running into Victoria was unlikely since she didn't know my last name or where I lived, but her threats and the other unsolved murders were just making me nervous. Having Angela and her boyfriend making goo-goo eyes at one another was a small price to pay for peace of mind.

Xxx

Several days had passed since I'd outed Mr. Cullen and things were, to my pleasant surprise, much better than before.

He seemed a little more relaxed and less tense when he was near me. My attempts at small talk were received better and I actually was able to get him to tell me a little more about his work at Pacific Northwest Trust, although he was locked up tight when it came to personal information.

This was understandable since he was my boss and we'd had such a rocky start, but at the same time it was awkward to work so closely with someone in their home and know so little about him. It became a personal challenge to get him to reveal any small tidbit of information about himself. I'd decided to use his art, music and antiques as a method to find out more.

It was Friday, the day for dusting and general house cleaning. I'd asked him to work a designated day into my schedule so I could dress accordingly. He happily obliged and we even sat down with our calendars earlier this week and planned together. Little moments like these helped me get a chance to know him better. I realized he had a biting sense of humor when he wanted, too. I also noticed, as we sat across the table from one another, that he smelled like no other man I'd experienced. It was all I could do to not walk over to him and run my nose up and down his body. For once in my life I maintained composure and stayed in my seat.

For cleaning day I wore jeans and a tank top with flats. It was causal but not inappropriate and it made it easier for me to clean when I could get around on the floor and climb the step ladder in comfortable clothing.

There really was little to do so I understood why Mr. Cullen didn't pay for a cleaning person. Plus, it was becoming more and more apparent he didn't want company in the house. I'd heard him more than once telling Alice on the phone not to come visit, that he was fine and very busy. His tone was terse and he always made excuses to get off the phone quickly. I had a feeling they were not as close as I would have expected from her visit.

As I dusted the paintings in the parlor I stopped at a particular painting that had caught my eye over the last couple of weeks. It had beautiful blues and reds and I could faintly see the shapes of two figures, although they were very abstract, mingled in with shapes and designs. I peered at it a little closer, looking at the thick paint, intrigued.

"It's called 'Male and Female'," said the soft smooth voice behind me.

I turned quickly because as usual he'd startled me but for once I wasn't holding anything or walking on an incline. I made a face, noting my disapproval of his sneaking up on me, before turning back to the painting.

"It's beautiful. There is so much going on, every time I come in here I find myself drawn to it. Who painted it?" I asked.

A moment passed and I realized he was standing beside me. "It was painted by Jackson Pollock in 1940." He answered and I watched as he lifted an arm and with his long, graceful hands he began pointing out details.

I listened to him describe the painting with fascination. "There is some confusion as to what exactly is in the painting. Some people feel it is a man and a woman, others think it is one figure but defined two ways. Pollock was very ambiguous in his artwork. He didn't feel the need to explain his paintings to anyone."

"Isn't he the guy with the splatter or drip painting?" I asked searching my brain for filed away art history lessons.

For once my questions seemed to work and his typically smooth face became animated as he spoke. "Yes, but this was an earlier work. He didn't start with the drip paintings that are more recognizable now. I prefer this style to the other. When you look at it can be almost anything you want it to be. You can find what you're looking for in it each time you see it." He looked down at me through the hair that dipped down over his eyes, "I feel this is how most people live their lives, seeing what they want to see, not what is really there."

We stood for a moment, absorbing the painting quietly until he said, "What do you see?"

"I do see the male. Here is his strong, sharp jaw and thick brow. His hair, it's bushy and reddish brown," I tilted my head towards Mr. Cullen and studied him for a moment and commented, "He resembles you."

Mr. Cullen studied me back before flicking his eyes back to the painting. "And the female?" He prodded.

"I'm not sure about the woman though," I said, pointing to the figure in red. "Her facial features are much less refined, yet her body clearly implies her gender. She is so vague, almost like she is something just out of reach."

I leaned in further trying to make sense out of Pollock's chaos but deciding, ultimately, for this day I was satisfied. I faced Mr. Cullen to find him looking intently on the painting as well, dreaming of his own version of what the artist was trying to convey.

I said softly, "Thank you for sharing that with me. I'm going to get back to work now."

Mr. Cullen glanced my way, his eyes never fully leaving he canvas, "You're welcome Isabella."

I took a last glance as I left the room Mr. Cullen was still standing in front of the piece, hands in his pockets, completely still. I realized for the first time since I'd met him he seemed completely at ease and comfortable with me and our surroundings.

Xxx

Later that afternoon I was surprised to hear the doorbell ring. Mr. Cullen was upstairs working and I had been entering in more names, dates and addresses into the database on the computer.

I hopped up and ran to the door, hoping whoever was outside had an umbrella since it was raining quite hard.

I pulled the door open and was shocked to see Alice standing on the stoop under a bright red umbrella. She was wearing a matching raincoat cinched at the waist with a belt. Next to her was the tall, lanky frame of Mr. Cullen's blondehaired friend, who was wearing a gray trench coat to stay dry.

Alice had a huge grin on her face and she took a step towards me quickly, "Hi Bella!"

I gave them both a wide smile and gestured them inside out of the rain. "Alice! I didn't know you were coming. Come in and get out of the rain." I directed and stepped back to give them space to walk in the foyer.

I was a little uncomfortable around the guy since I wasn't sure if he knew that I knew about him and Mr. Cullen but Alice must know since they had come together.

"Let me take your umbrella and coats." I rambled, and hung them up on the hooks by the door, "And you can go wait in the parlor while I find Mr. Cullen."

I bolted out of the room as quickly as my feet would take me and ran up the stairs to Mr. Cullen's door. I knocked gently and he opened the door a moment later, an expectant look on his face. His lean body filled the space between the door and the frame, not allowing me to see into his room. I wondered what was in there that he kept so secretive.

Watching him lean in the door way was one of those moments where I was once again struck by his beauty. His hair was pushed back off his forehead, except for several small pieces, and my fingers twitched with the desire to bush it back. I felt my face warm at the ridiculous thought and said, "Sorry to bother you but Alice and your friend are here. I asked them to wait downstairs."

"My friend?" He asked, "Oh, you must mean Jasper. I didn't hear them arrive." He said quickly shutting the door behind him and waved his arm for me to go ahead of him down the stairs.

At the bottom of the steps I turned to him and looked up at his face, "Jasper is really cute. Good job."

"Isabella," he said with a grimace on his face, but I waved him off.

"I'll behave." I said, and not wanting to embarrass him any further I kept walking down the stairs and into the sitting room.

I found Jasper and Alice sitting on love seat together engaged in quiet conversation. Mr. Cullen entered the room behind me and stood awkwardly in the doorway. His face was pained and he was sharing some kind of silent communication with Alice who had a beaming smile on her own face. Confused at the energy in the room I glanced at Jasper who just looked amused and was smirking at Mr. Cullen.

I started backing out the door and said, "If you need me I will be," and I jerked my thumb towards the kitchen, "at my desk."

I heard a low rush of words and possibly a hiss come from Mr. Cullen as I passed him. I was almost out the door when Alice called in her high pitched voice, "Bella, wait. I forgot to introduce you to Jasper."

I stepped back in and noticed Mr. Cullen was looking at the ceiling. Alice had picked up Jasper's hand and smiled at him. I smiled, a little confused at their affection but said, "Nice to meet you officially Jasper, I'm Bella."

Jasper lifted his hand up slightly and he said, "Hi Bella."

I had this horrible flash for a moment where I realized I was the ugly duckling in a room full of swans. My self esteem was forcing my feet to retreat from the room as quickly as possible.

As I returned the gesture I heard Mr. Cullen cough and grunt, "Alice," under his breath.

Alice smiled warmly at me and said, "Bella, Jasper is my husband. I didn't get a chance to tell you that earlier."

I felt my jaw drop a little and I looked between Alice and Mr. Cullen trying to figure out what was going on. Jasper, who I was ignoring entirely in order to save one bit of integrity, was sitting on the couch doing the exact same thing.

Mr. Cullen was still not looking at anyone, strategically staring anywhere but at me, Alice or Jasper.

I clenched my teeth and said with a forced smile, "Your husband? No, I had no idea you two were married." I hissed in Mr. Cullen's direction, "that's really, really great."

The tension in the room was thick. I was pretty sure it was due to my immense embarrassment since I had just accused Mr. Cullen of having an affair with his brother-in-law. I wanted to melt into the carpet and disappear, or I did until I was struck with a sudden wave of giddiness and I felt a giggle slip though my lips. I realized everyone else was laughing as well, even Mr. Cullen had a sliver of a smile on his face that he was forcibly trying to squelch.

As odd as the whole situation was the tension was lifted and I excused myself from the room and went back to my desk. I had no idea what had just happened but I went from feeling horribly humiliated to down right giddy in a matter of moments. It was awkward but preferable to the alternative. I heard the trio go up the steps together and shut the door behind them upstairs. I had to admit my curiosity was getting to me. I couldn't help but wonder what they did up there and how I could find out.

Xxx

EPOV

"Edward if you and Jasper need some time alone I would happily give it to you." Alice declared in her sugary sweet sing-song voice.

I chose to ignore her and walked over to my desk chair while the two of them sat on the couch.

It could have been worse. Emmett could have been here. Or Rose.

I looked at Jasper after he thought this and narrowed my eyes.

He returned the look except his eyes were wide and innocent and he had begun singing some obscure turn of the century folk song in his head to block me out.

"Does everyone know?" I asked, my fingers automatically moving to the bridge of my nose in irritation.

Alice's mind flittered to a memory and I saw my entire family listening to her as she described the conversation between me and Bella concerning my preferences. Emmett of course was completely amused and doubled over in laughter. Rosalie actually said, "I knew it" out loud before walking out of the room. Carlisle and Esme, supportive as always, kept a straight face. I could only imagine what they were thinking.

I sighed and slumped a little in my chair.

Alice came over and sat in my lap draped her arm over my shoulder and said, "It's okay Edward. It's not a big deal and you really had no choice. You had to protect yourself and the family from being exposed."

You took one for the team. Of course I'm not sure which team that is anymore but you took it…

Jasper was a dead man. Or vamp. Whichever.

Alice must have seen it coming because she jumped off my lap and for the second time in so many visits I lunged at Jasper. He anticipated it this time because of Alice's movement, and I landed on the couch with a loud thump. I leapt up in a defensive position.

Alice was now between us trying to calm me down, "Stop it. You know it's funny and we know, of course, it's not true." She reached her hand out and pressed it to my lower chest. Her touch was hard and cold, nothing like the warm, searing feeling of Bella's tiny fingertip.

I nodded and relaxed. I walked back to the couch and sat down on the couch and Alice sat next to me this time and rubbed my arm soothingly. Jasper began messing with the computer, ignoring the two of us, probably trying to stay off my radar.

I looked at Alice and I asked in a desperate whisper, "What do you see?"

"With Bella and Victoira?" she asked.

I gave her a tight nod.

Right now everything is very murky. I get flashes of the red head and several others but nothing specific. They have not decided on a course of action, but they are working on something and it does involve Bella.

I leaned into the couch, slowly rubbing my palms up and down my legs. Alice's information filled me with intense feelings of rage and fear for Isabella. I hated the fact I hadn't stopped this group of rouge vampires earlier. I should have and I blamed myself for not making it happen. I wanted to go downstairs and pick her up and lock her away in this safe room until I'd eradicated the danger. I envisioned doing this, carrying her in my arms, inhaling her floral scent, and touching her soft, creamy skin. Hiding her away until I learned all her secrets and she knew all of mine.

I felt Jasper watching me and I glanced his way preparing myself for his thoughts. He had an eyebrow raised in question and I could hear his opinions blaring from across the room.

Edward, what is going on? Lust was one thing, hunger and desire are another but this? She's human.

"I know." I said aloud. I did know. Every moment I spent with her I wanted her more and more. I wasn't just feeling lust or protectiveness. I wanted to be her friend.

Human.. Off limits. Do not touch. Do not engage. I let it go last time because if anyone was strong enough to fight the temptation it was you….

"Jasper. I know." I repeated, growing agitated. This was exactly why I'd left home. Well, one of the reasons. Between the three of us there wasn't a shred of privacy. Your successes and failures were available for everyone to see and criticize. I couldn't handle it then and I definitely couldn't now.

Edward, I'm serious. Don't fuck around with her. Everyone…

Alice shot Jasper a warning look, cutting him off mid thought, and said "It's okay Jasper. Edward isn't going to do anything." I could see the filmy images in Alice's mind. Isabella alone, content in her life. Isabella with me, smiling. Isabella cold and lifeless, gaping wound at her neck. There were others and I shut them out before I saw any more.

She turned and looked at me with concern, her thoughts filled with her own opinions. You're not doing anything yet. But the decision is really yours. Bella is undecided at this time and I see two different paths. If you leave her alone she will never know the difference, if you pursue her…well, that is a different road entirely with several different options…

I pushed off the couch and left the room, closing the door behind me and entering into my bedroom. I snorted. Of course there was no bed in this room, so the wording was false just like all of the other parts of this ridiculous charade I was acting in. I knew Jasper was right; the thoughts and emotions I was putting out were outrageous. Dangerous. I had no right to think of Isabella in any way other than as my employee who happened to also need my protection.

I'd been okay with that. I was even dealing with the absurd notion that she thought I was homosexual. I thought this social barrier between us as man and woman would separate us further, keep us apart, make things more uncomfortable, but I was wrong. It had the opposite effect. She was more comfortable in my presence. She spoke to me about music and art or literature. She forced me to sit down and plan out our schedules, which led to us making jokes and familiarizing ourselves with one another. This caused a bigger problem than I'd ever expected.

I liked her.

Very much.

I liked her sense of humor, her desire to learn, her curiosity.

I was intrigued by her lack of fear, her complete and utter disregard for self preservation.

I liked that no matter how much noise I tried to make I startled her every time I walked in a room because she was so engrossed in her activity she was completely unaware of me.

I liked the fact she was unaware of me. That my physical appearance and typical lures didn't seem to work on her the same way it did on other humans.

I liked the fact that when we were in the room together there was complete and unqualified silence.

Silence. Perfect silence.

And I liked that place on the side of her neck, just below her earlobe, that tinted red the minute I walked in the room.

I'd been pacing around the room, but at this thought I crumbled on my knees in fury. I could no longer deny I wanted Bella the way a man wants a woman and it infuriated me. I was furious at Jasper for being right and at myself for being so weak. Enraged at the forces at work that placed this woman in my path after I'd become resolved to this life.

I'd resolved to live alone, without my family or others. To protect those who needed it without reward or acknowledgement. Why did this insightful, strong, beautiful woman have to walk in and knock down my carefully arranged fortress?

Pulling at the fine threads of carpet with my fingers, I thought of our earlier conversation about the painting downstairs. I'd walked in the room and found her dressed more casually than I'd seen her before, outside of her bedroom that is, and the instantaneous rush of venom filled my mouth at the sight of her. Her long arms were revealed by her sleeveless shirt and her back and neck were on prominent display because her hair was pulled up. She was exquisite.

Before I could stop myself I had spoken, broken the glorious silence that surrounded us. After discussing the painting with her I was astonished that in over sixty years she was the only person, including my family, who noticed the resemblance between me and the man in the Pollock painting. In the early 1940's I'd spent time traveling, without the others, visiting places that interested me. The war was raging and people were focused on bigger things than a wealthy man with odd yellow eyes and especially pale skin. I found myself in New York and met a young Pollock in the art scene. He was pushing the limits of his craft and I was completely entranced. Inspired by my odd coloring and appealing appearance, he asked me to sit for him. As I posed, perfectly still for hours, Jackson began asking me about my life. He wanted to know if I had a family, what I wanted to accomplish. I told him what I thought a seventeen year old boy should say, that I wanted to go to war, to fight for my country. I told him my family was dead, that I was alone and expected to be for a long time. He asked if I had a girl, a woman to fight for and I explained to him that I was destined to live this life as a solitary man.

He gave me the painting when he was done. It was beautiful, and beside my abstract, hazy figure was the ghost of a woman just out of reach.

He knew then what I would be missing for nearly a century. That no man or woman is complete without a partner.

I heard a tap on the study door and Alice swung it open. She gracefully sat on the floor next to me and stroked my hair for a moment. She lifted my chin and we looked at one another, brother and sister, forged together by damnation and difficult choices. Her gold eyes penetrated mine and I could almost taste her sincerity when she finally spoke softly, "Edward for once in your life do what you want to do, not what you think you should do. Everything will turn out okay." I buried my face in her lap and felt her fingers weave through the strands of my hair.

I wanted to believe her, but the images in her head were a mixture of happiness and pain and I wasn't sure if I could be the one to inflict that upon the defenseless woman downstairs.

Xxx

Alice and I were quiet for some time, talking in our private language for awhile, letting my frustration pass. I allowed myself to be soothed since she really was the only one who could reach me that way.

"Edward come here," Jasper called from the other room, and I stood up, lifting Alice with me.

"I'm going to go downstairs while you two play super hero." Alice said.

Before I could argue I heard her voice…I'll be good, I promise…and she skipped out of the room.

I found Jasper sitting behind the desk focused on the computer monitor. He pointed at the screen, "What do these latest data entries mean?"

I walked around and read the information on the screen. It was the data I had asked Isabella to enter earlier that day.

I hovered over Jasper and said, "After Isabella's incident on Friday night I went back through the old papers I have upstairs looking for any type of suspicious accidents I may have missed."

He looked up at me with his brow furrowed in concentration, "And these names and dates correlate to those events."

"Yes," I said, "And these abbreviations," I pointed to a series of letters next to each name, "they are for the type of crime, AR for armed robbery, MP, for missing person, A for assault, etcetera."

Jasper leaned back in the chair, his long legs stretched out under my large desk. He ran his fingers through his hair for a moment and I waited for him to explain his jumbled thoughts.

"You're thinking that more than the murders are connected to these vampires?" He asked, swiveling in the chair slightly.

"Yes, Victoria made this quite clear," I told him.

"And you're convinced she was not going to kill Bella that night but take her to the other vampire, the male?" He continued.

I nodded, tying not to be impatient with his process.

Why do you think he wanted her?

"Victoria specifically said the word 'addition.' Her exact words were, "You will make a wonderful addition.'" I grimaced at the image of Bella cowering under Victoria's strength, in the dark, dank alley.

Jasper's eyes flicked towards me for a split second, too fast for human eyes and I read the empathy he felt for my plight. His own thoughts traveled to Alice and how he would feel if she was in danger.

I ignored him, unwilling to entertain the idea that my feelings for Bella could compare to those of him and Alice.

"So maybe he wants to change her? Add her to his coven?" I speculated, feeling my throat close up in horror at this idea.

Or to his army…

My head snapped at Jasper's thought.

"An army," I repeated, "Of course."

Xxx

Jasper and I faced one another in thought over this serious possibility. He was thinking of his own days in a vampire army and the wake of destruction they left behind. There was no way I could allow this to happen in my city.

I heard Alice on the stairs and in a second she was in the study, alarm etched on her face.

Jasper and I both went to her immediately, and he wrapped his long arms around her torso, supporting her as she slipped into another vision.

"Edward, what is she seeing?" he asked over her head.

"She sees the male vampire, James, taunting another victim. This time a male." I explained to Jasper and then turned to Alice, who had regained a focused look in her eyes, "Is Victoria there?"

She shook her head and said, "No, I keep searching but I can't find her. James is with another vampire, dark skinned, with long black hair and possibly one other, but not Victoria."

I considered this, "The long haired vampire was there before, the time I missed him. He fed on the woman in the park while James watched."

Alice nodded and said, "Yes, this is what I see happening again."

I scowled at the idea and asked, "Where does it happen? Can we get there in time?"

"I see rushing water and stacks, smoke stacks, some kind of factory or plant." She said with her eyes closed, trying to visualize it.

I caught the image and said, "It's the Paper Mill. By the water." I ran toward my closet and changed into boots for the long run ahead of me. We could still save this person. It was dark in her vision but it was still dusk outside. We had time.

"We're coming with you Edward," Jasper said, suddenly by my side and holding a canvas bag filled with tools to destroy James or any other vampires who crossed our path.

I hesitated, glancing at Alice quickly.

Bella is fine, she's safe. She is meeting friends for dinner and then going straight home. I see no problems at all…

I nodded confirmation to Jasper and we filed down the backstairs and I watched Alice and Jasper quietly slipped out of the house.

I found Isabella sitting at her desk, printing out her daily report. I took a moment to inhale her sweet aroma and let my eyes roam over her form.

I cleared my throat this time to give her notice and I saw her flinch slightly before turning my way with a small smile playing on her soft, pink lips.

"Good night, Isabella." I said warmly. The fact I was making small talk with Isabella moments before i tracked down a viscious monster was absurd.

"Have a good weekend Mr. Cullen." She replied back. I watched her hands sort and clean off her desk. I loved to watch her movements.

"Thank you. And Isabella," I watched her pause as she lifted herself from her seat, "be safe."

She nodded slowly and I took that moment to go back into the kitchen toward the garage door. I knew that every second in her presence was making it harder for me to leave her. The urge to stay with her was getting stronger and stronger each day.

I forced myself to go, for both our sakes. I had no right to her life and she wanted no part in mine.

Minutes later, as I sat behind the wheel of my car, barely aware of the fact Jasper was programming the GPS and Alice was busy searching for any information she may have missed, I promised myself this would be the last time I would let James elude me. I assured myself that the city and Isabella would be safe under my watch.

*The painting above is called Male and Female 1942 (240 Kb); Oil on canvas, 73 1/4 x 49 in; Philadelphia Museum of Art . I put in the story that Edward had this painted earlier allowing for the fact he was the original subject.

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