happy news!
the chapter wasn't going to exist, but i felt bad for those who felt bad for Fredrik so
::yay!::
more Fredrik!
:D
-theenvylover

Not Another Bella and Daughter Story

"Are you convinced?" I asked him as we walked to the building.

"Convinced about what?" he asked back. I smiled.

"Convinced that I'm not a vampire hunter?"

"I still don't understand why you are so close to me voluntarily. I mean, you know what I am, you know what my diet is, and yet, here you are; alone with me. Surely you must have some way to fight me off if I decide to attack you," he stated. I shook my head.

"Your eyes, they tell me I can trust you," I said as I looked into them. "And I think I do."

He shook his head. "You shouldn't trust something that changes so easily."

"I think that's for me to worry about," I told him. He laughed.

"If you don't worry then somebody has to," he explained. "I'll be that somebody for now."

"Question!" I said as I raised my hand.

"Yes?" he asked, slightly amused.

"When were you born?" I asked curiously. He laughed.

"Why does it matter?" he asked back.

"I want to know more about you," I shrugged. "Answer my question."

"Ordering a vampire around? Aren't you the little gutsy one?" he smirked. I stopped in the hallway and pouted. "Fine, I was born the summer of 1734 in Delaware." I gasped and tried to calculate his age.

"So you died in 1740?" I asked. He smiled.

"Not exactly," he answered. "I died in '51…"

I did the mental calculations again and gasped again.

"You're seventeen?" I asked him. He laughed.

"Well, technically I'm two hundred and seventy-three, but yes; I died when I was seventeen."

"So your power…" I started.

"My parents always told me to grow up, I guess I never did." he smiled. "I can change my age, but no older than when I died."

"How do you deal with all of these little kids all the time?" I asked him.

"Same way you do. Just act stupid and society accepts you."

"But society bleeds, especially the younger crowd," I stated. He sighed.

"It's hard, I'll admit that. Most times I don't have a problem, but you," he said as he stared at me. "You smell amazing, you know that?" I shook my head. "Well you do. So please, please be careful."

"I'll try," I promised as I tripped over the step that led us into the building. He caught me before I hit the ground and stood me upright.

"You'll need to try a little bit harder," he mumbled. I realized that he was holding his breath.

"I'm sorry," I said as I fixed my shirt and skirt.

"You really are cute," he said as he fixed my hair. "Please don't make me kill you. I wouldn't be happy with myself."

"Ooh, I wouldn't want that to happen," I laughed. "You know what? Since I feel so bad for you, I'll try to make sure you don't kill me."

"Really, that's all I'm asking for," he smiled as he held the classroom door for me. I stepped in and he followed closely.

"Nice to have you finally join us for class," the teacher greeted us coldly. I smiled.

"Fredrik helped me find the potty," I told her. I heard Fredrik laugh quietly behind me.

"Next time you have to use the potty, come tell me," the teacher said. "Now take your seats."

"Follow me," Fredrik whispered in my ear. I nodded and turned to the teacher.

"I want to sit where I was before," I requested. She looked at me confusedly.

"But I thought you couldn't see," she said.

"I can't pay 'tention cuz Jesse keeps poking me," I lied.

"No I don't!" Jesse exclaimed.

"Well, of course you'd deny it," I shot back. Jesse looked at me confused, the teacher looked shocked, and I swear Fredrik was laughing. I covered my mouth and made my way to the back.

"'Deny'?" he asked me. I smiled.

"Use complete sentences."

"You do realize that 'deny' isn't in the six-year-old's dictionary, right?" he asked.

"Is that a real book? I think I need that right now," I sighed. First day and I already screwed up.

"You just need practice," he smiled.

"Imagine; just two hundred and seventy-three years of practice and I can be as good as you!" I said sarcastically.

"You're underestimating my ability. I mastered the six-year-old mind in record time! It might take you close to three hundred years," he smiled. I ended up just staring at him. I memorized his face; from each perfectly placed hair to his perfectly sculpted chin. He seemed to stare back but I didn't mind.

"Alice, they're waiting." When he spoke I snapped back to reality. An angry teacher and twenty curious eyes stared at me expectantly. I looked at the problem on the whiteboard; eight plus two plus five plus six.

"Twenty-one," I answered. Everybody stared at me in shock except for Fredrik who was quietly laughing his butt off. "What's wrong?" I asked, causing Fredrik to laugh harder.

"As I was saying, this problem is too hard for you to do in your head. It's easier if you draw a helpful picture like this." The teacher took a marker and started marking tallies on the board and counting them off. "One, two, three, four…"

I looked around the class and groaned before lightly banging my head against my desk. On the third bang my head collided with something that wasn't wood. I lifted my head and found Fredrik's hand separating it from the desk.

"You can't try to hurt yourself, that's not fair," he stated as he took his hand back. I laid my head on my arms.

"Life's not fair," I muttered.

"You'll get the hang of it," he smirked. "You only have two hundred and ninety-nine more years to go…"

I groaned.

The lunch bell rang, releasing me from my prison. I got up and stretched, only to be poked by Fredrik.

"Why'd you poke me?" I asked him. He just smiled.

"I deny everything," he announced as he headed out of the door. I followed him closely.

"So where's this family of yours? I want to meet them," Fredrik started after we pushed ourselves out of the classroom.

"All of the good ones are still in class. That just leaves Edward…" I sighed. I didn't want to have to eat lunch alone with Edward. Somehow I knew that I would hate it.

"Well, let's go meet Edward," Fredrik grinned. I stopped.

"I don't think that's a good idea," I told him. He stopped and turned to me.

"I won't kill him," he smiled, showing all of his teeth.

"He's not the one I'm worried about," I warned him. "Edward can kind of sort of read minds."

Fredrik's eyes grew larger.

"If you even imagine…" I trailed off. I knew that he might, but I didn't want to think that Fredrik was having fantasies about sucking me dry.

"Well, I guess I'll see you after lunch," he said fast. He wasn't going to let me finish my statement. I laughed as I watched him maneuver through the crowd. When I lost sight of him I followed everybody to the cafeteria.


now you don't have to feel bad for him
:D

So I am officially kicked off of the computer until my room's cleaned.
(we're moving and we need to show the house)
So i am sorry if i can't answer your questions right away.

(the next chapter's already written so you don't have to worry about updates)

:D

Thank yous will be in the next chapter
(i'm a procrastinator)
so for now,
i bid you
adieu

-theenvylover

disclaimer- Twilight © and all of its contents are owned by † Stephenie Meyer † and not me.