A/N- I have had most of this written for ages! After my last A/N chapter, claiming I had 're-discovered' FanFiction, I soon un-discovered it. :(

And now, I'm in my last year of high-school – scary stuff! So, I'm not going to have a lot of time to write anymore, much to my dismay. Plus, I have this other story I started writing a couple of months ago. Must say, I'm really into it, a lot more than my FanFiction stories – sorry!

I will try to write these stories every now and again. But for now – my patient readers – please enjoy this chapter!


Edward Cullen is strange vampire; acts human by day but his vampire instincts turn him into an uncontrollable predator by the night. Why is he this way? And why is Isabella Swan the only human his subconscious refuses to harm? And what is the real reason that she had to move to Forks?

Disclaimer- Characters, scenery and some of story, all belongs to Stephanie Meyer. I have just added my own twisted plot to the story. ;)


Chapter 8- Apple Juice

EPOV

The dark forest made me feel uneasy. Nowhere near as much as the house itself, but who would not have a feeling of apprehension at such a place? It was an overgrown area; where grass extended close to the knee and trees bunched incredibly close that you were constantly twisting and turning. Possibly due to the fact that it was currently night; but every single leaf gleamed a dark olive green through the little amount of moonlight that illuminated the forest, thankfully just enough light so you would not run into the dark trees.

Bella occasionally looked behind me as I carefully placed each step. She whisked through the forest, resulting in making a conclusion that she had definitely been here before. However, Bella had not spent very long at Forks. So why was she so familiar with this strange place?

What I estimated to be approximately 45 minutes of walking, we came across a large open plain. The area consisted of dirt, and the occasional patches of browned, dry grass scattered over the area. Except for the area that Bella strolled towards in the middle of the plain. Here she sat on a tiny sector of beautiful luscious grass. She leant back with her arms behind her and outstretched her legs – sitting as though she was trying to tan, dismissing not only that it was nighttime but also that she was wearing full-length clothing. Closing her eyes, she smiled.

After standing a few more moments of watching her, I decided to make my way over. I sat down to her right, cross-legged so I was facing her outstretched legs. She opened one eye and looked over at me, "Isn't it beautiful?" she chimed.

"What exactly?" I asked, confused. This area was anything but beautiful.

"This, here. A beautiful spot of gorgeous land surrounded by dead, unappealing open land. It is hauntingly beautiful." She mystically spoke.

"I suppose it is." I questionably agreed. I continued looking at her, same sun-baking position.

Eventually she turned to me, her face now doleful. "Just like me." I looked at her perplexedly. That sounded much like the real Bella. This kind of sorrow did not seem right coming from this character.

Before long, Bella had taken her arms out from behind her, laid down and fell asleep. Soon followed by the jumping up of her robotic-state, which led me out of the forest, to her house, and up her tree to her window. This time I did not wait outside on the tree. Instead I climbed in and sat at her desk chair, watching her get that minuscule amount of sleep that she so desperately needed more of.

I was enjoying watching her doze; she looked so peaceful. The only other time I saw her so close to this tranquil was when I saw her reading her book earlier that night. As soon as she began to squirm, I was swiftly to her side, kneeling so I was almost eye-length with her closed lids.

BPOV

I opened my eyes to find a wickedly beautiful grin before me. I squirmed with a little stretch before an uncontrollable smile myself.

He came close to me, whispering "Morning" with an ice-cold gush of wind before kissing me on the forehead. As always, I happily shivered as his scent spilled over me. "Mhmmm," I managed to grumble.

A few moments more of staring into each other's eyes smiling, I reluctantly sat up and stretched long and satisfyingly. He giggled.

"What?" I asked sleepily.

He giggle a little more, kissed me on the head, and whispered, "You are just too cute."

I blushed a little from his kiss and statement. Of course he giggled some more. After recovering, I had to ask.

"So, anything to report from last night?"

"Yes, but it is already eight-thirty. You are going to be late for school." He gently explained.

"Crap!" I exclaimed, falling out of bed and to the bathroom. I stopped and went back to stand outside the bathroom door for a moment, "I'll talk to you at school," and hurried back to the bathroom to quickly jump into the shower.

I was about 15 minutes late for school, but just went straight to class. My English teacher luckily did not care, and I made my way quietly to my seat.

I looked around the class for Edward in Government second period, but he was not there. I questioned it, but just figured he had some vampire thing to take care of.

After boring lessons of Trig and Spanish, full of Jessica sitting next to me yapping on about something-a-rather, I made my way to the cafeteria. On my way past the parking lot, I saw a silver Volvo shoot into a park. I watched for a moment to see who owned the polished vehicle, only, of course, to see Edward gracefully step out.

I continued to walk as if I had not noticed him, yet of course he caught me doing so.

He swiftly came to my side, "Afternoon."

"Hi," I replied, not turning his way.

"Would you like to sit with me for lunch?" He politely requested, slightly leaning down to my level. I nodded in response.

Edward took a seat outside, where it was much quieter, while I gathered up a tray of food. I, of course, inelegantly plopped down across from him at the picnic table. Looking down at my full tray of food, I eventually decided I only wanted the apple juice.

I unscrewed the lid of the bottle and popped a straw into it. Just before taking a sip, I looked up and asked "So?"

Realising I hadn't looked at him since I sat, I saw he had been looking at me intently since I came to the table. "Umm… Edward?"

He broke from his trance, shaking his head a little. "Oh, yes, right. I apologise. What were we talking about?"

EPOV

"Last night?" she queried.

"Yes, of course. Well, you are also, in what you could say resembles, a 'robotic' state as soon as you woke up as well as when you walked home to sleep." Bella continued to nod as I explained. "As soon as you ate one of the lollypops you brought from the supermarket, you changed from that robotic-state and into a drunken kind of state."

I let Bella absorb before I continued, "So, I'm both that robotic-like thing when I wake up and when I go to sleep…" she re-stated, emphasising on the 'thing'.

"Yes, you fell asleep for around an hour before it activated though. Before you jumped up talking about 'lollypops', in which you went to purchase."

"Right…"

"Once you were in that second phase of the night, you lead me to a house. A very nice house, I must say, but beyond it was a forest- a very dark forest. You lead me through - and you seemed to know exactly the way - to an open plain of grass. The entire area was dead grass, except for a small sector in the middle - beautiful luscious grass. You sat down there, and spoke to me about how hauntingly beautiful it was." I explained, before adding in, "You said it was, quote, 'just like me'."

She dropped her head, in recognition of what I said. Almost as if she knew it had occurred, but needing reminding. "Just like me…" she sighed, pointing to herself.

"Yes…" I almost murmured. Bella cupped her head in her hands, which muffled some unclear rambling. "What is it Bella?" I worryingly asked, leaning over the table to gently pry her hands away from her face. Her face looked so miserable, so broken. I felt my heart shatter in response. I leant across the table again to caress her cheek, making a single tear fall from her eye and over my hand, "Oh, Bella…" I whispered, almost hearing tears in my own voice.

After a moment, she pulled her head away from my hand, tears occasionally falling from an eye. She whipped her face, "Umm… there are people watching," she stated uncomfortably, "can we go somewhere quieter?"

"Of course," I replied. We stood up in unison, and I was quickly by her side, holding her hand. She left her food at the table.

I lead Bella to a deserted area behind some outside classroom cubicles. We sat down, leaning against the wall.

For a couple of minutes we just sat there. Bella was sitting with her knees up against her chest, and back straight. She was looking at the hands she rested interlocked on her knees. I sat cross-legged, slightly turned towards her, patiently waiting for her to ask me to speak.

She turned towards me, opened her mouth, then changed her mind- shutting it and turning her gaze back to her hands. It seemed she did not know what she should say, how she would tell me whatever it was about the house or the grass plain.

Eventually she figured out what to say, but it was by far the last thing I wanted to hear. "Story for another day, okay?"

I sighed. Of course it was. It was always for another day. But I gave in, "Okay." Maybe it was a story for another day. Maybe I really did not want to know.

A few more moments of silence, and then I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and pulled her close. I hugged her. Simply sat there hugging her, and I could tell she calmed. I could tell that whatever the story was, as dreadful or haunting as it was, it had left her precious mind. As soon as I knew this, I smiled. I liked the feeling that I could make her happy, or at least help rid her of unhappiness. Those feelings, they are always nice.

I sat there for the rest of lunch, just holding her. She fit so perfectly in my arms. With what felt like no time, the bell pierced through our happy moment. Bella shifted in her position, and I knew she was also disappointed. Although, the last thing I expected to happen next, happened.

Just like we were a couple – just like we were in a relationship of a few months – she lifted her head and pecked me on the lips. A simple, nice, sweet, ordinary, couple-y kiss. She did not seem fazed, like we were at this stage in our relationship- in a relationship. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, in a sweet little hug. Then I felt her tense, realising what she had just done.

Her arms loosened around me for a moment, before she pulled away. Her face was soon looking at mine, complete shock planted across it. She bit her lip, with her eyes possibly growing wider.

"Ahh… umm… Sorry?" she said questionably, unsure if the matter required an apology.

I laughed, "About what?"

Her shocked expression remained for a moment, before she tried to shake it off. She stood up, "Class?"

I laughed some more, "No you don't!" and pulled her back down, onto my lap. I gave her a kiss, a little less 'sweet and relationship-y'. But what I did not expect, but desperately hoped, was for her to go with the kiss, accept it. Which she did. But all too soon, she pulled away.

She stood up again, and this time unquestionably, requested "Class" and without waiting for me to join, walked off in the direction of her locker.

"Bella!" I called, after I finally found my bearings and began to follow her. I knew she heard me, as her head turned slightly, but she would not stop.

I caught up to her, standing in her walking way. "Bella…"

"No, I'm not going to talk about this one."

"You don't have to."

Bella shook her head. "I always have to," she said, pushing past me and on her way.

BPOV

I was disappointed to remember that I had Biology to deal with now. I wasn't going to be getting away from Edward for another whole hour.

And to make matters worse, we were working on a prac – I would actually have to speak to him. Or maybe it was for the better, as our conversation would be limited to the work.

That, luckily, was the case. However, unluckily, as the clever people we are, finished early. Mr. Banner, being the ass that he was, wouldn't let us leave early. I was stuck sitting next to Edward with nothing to talk about. Or at least nothing I wanted to talk about.

And it didn't take him long to speak. "Bella?" he hesitantly spoke, unsure if he should. Which he shouldn't.

I didn't turn my gaze from the hands that fiddled in my lap, "I don't want to talk, Edward."

"Bella, don't be-"

"Ridiculous?" I suggested. "Unreasonable? Stupid? Edward, you don't have to make everything into a conversation. Things don't always have to be spoken. So just drop it."

"Bella-"

"Drop it!"

"No!" he demanded. "Look, listen. Yes, you are being ridiculous, unreasonable, and stupid." I shot him a horrified look, but he didn't halt. "But you have reason to be. I am one of the only people that know you have reason to be. But you have to let me talk to you. As one of the only people that know, I am one of the only ones that can help. But you have to let me."

"You can't help, Edward," I snapped. "Nobody can help. I have tried help. Back at home – mum and I – we tried help. But guess where it got us? It got her in hospital. That's what!" we were talking relatively loud, although it was drowned out by the rest of the students doing their experiments. I turned it to a whisper now, though. "This help – it didn't help. In fact, it may have contributed to the fact that I had a knife to my mother one night. That's where help leads, Edward." I stood up and picked up my books, before repeating, "That is where help leads."

I headed out the room without any acknowledgement for Mr. Banner's orders to stay for the rest of class, nor did I respond to his screams out the door to return. I didn't even think twice about last period either. I went straight to my locker, ditched my books, grabbed my bag, and started walking straight home.

My walk home was filled with stamping, kicking, swearing. Once home, I threw my bag, kicked my bed, ripped off my shoes, stubbed my toe on the bottom of my door and disembowelled the already dead plant on the kitchen bench.

Let's just say I was not happy.

Once the plant was well and truly in shreds with the dirt covering half the kitchen floor, I got to work on cleaning up my destruction. Little did I need Charlie coming home and asking what was wrong.

Nor did I need Edward coming around. Of course, I never had control over that.

Once the plant was clean, and my bleeding toe was bandaged, I went back to my room. Of course, there was Edward, sitting on the tree.

I shot an anger-filled look at him, feeling all that rage building up again. Begging myself not to go on another rampage again, I stalked to my window and locked the latch.

He didn't get the hint though.

He dropped from the tree, and I felt myself exhale, the anger seeming to flow out with that release. However, the next moment, an inhale sent the anger right back on in, as I turned to find him in my doorway.

Oh, yeah, Bella. Real clever. You stormed in without thinking to lock the front door. You smart girl.

"Go away." I snarled, keeping the anger at bay.

"No."

"Go. Away." I repeated, slower and more precisely.

"No."

I took two slow and even steps towards him. "I said – go away."

"I said – no."

I took the last two steps towards him, closing the rest of the distance. "Go away!" I screamed, as I began punching his chest with the side of my fists. "Go away, go away!"

The anger turned into tears, as I continued to punch and scream at him. My punches continued, but he didn't flinch. Of course he didn't flinch. He was a vampire, stronger than anything. But that fact didn't stop me. I knew it wasn't hurting him, but I wanted it to. And somehow, I thought if I kept punching him, his pain threshold would turn human, and it would hurt. It was a stupid thought, but it lingered. Keep punching him and it will hurt. Keeping punching him and it will hurt. Keep punching him and it will hurt.

EPOV

She kept flailing her arms at me. I let her. I didn't like the idea that she wanted to hurt me, but she had to let out her anger. Better on somebody that it didn't hurt, then somebody who it did.

Tears spilled from her eyes, "Go away" continuingly spat from her lips, her arms didn't stop swatting. Her hands must have been hurting soon after, but it didn't stop her. I knew my face looked pained, but it wasn't from her punches. It was from her pain. It physically hurt me to see her in so much emotional pain.

Finally, she had worn herself out. Her punches had slowed, her screaming sounded hoarse, and she had no more tears to cry. Eventually, she stopped punching, and crashed into my arms. I automatically enclosed them around her.

"Gooo away..." she sobbed. I just started rubbing her back in response, "shuuush" I soothed.

Soon enough, she could barely utter a word anymore. I picked her up and put her in bed, climbing in next to her. She had no more strength to say no anymore. She let me, and not long after she was breathing evenly in much needed sleep.


A/N- Poor Bella Wella. :( That's all I really have to say.

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