A/N: So… here we have the next installment.

Chapter 12: Bella
Interview with a Vampire

When I woke up this morning after a restless night full of nightmares and racing thoughts, I was actually feeling somewhat optimistic about meeting up with Edward later. Optimistic. Me. I didn't think I was capable of feeling that anymore. I had no idea why I would be optimistic about this mysterious rendezvous, but I decided to just go with it. And for the first time in… well… probably ever I didn't hit the snooze button even once; when my alarm started beeping annoyingly, I actually got out of bed like most people do. Imagine that.

After a hot shower, I stood in front of the mirror for a long time just staring at my reflection. I was still getting thinner… my face was actually starting to look a bit gaunt. The dark circles under my eyes were pretty much permanent by now and my long hair hung limply down my back. Christ, I really look like shit. Through the mirror, my lifeless eyes stared back at me – an eternal reminder of the one person I wished I could see just one more time.

What would Brandon do about today? How would he handle this whole situation with Edward? Stuff like this came so easily to Brandon. He would probably just tell me to set aside my apprehensions and go in with an open mind, because that's how Brandon dealt with everything – with an open mind. It was one of the qualities I most admired about him and tried to emulate in myself.

Looking at my reflection, I took a deep breath – and an Effexor – and made the decision to put all of my crap aside. If I was going to be receptive to anything Edward had to say today, I was going to have to shove all of my emotional baggage into a box and leave it for later. If I could just treat today like a lab day – paying close attention to everything he was saying, but keeping an almost clinical detachment so as not to lose it completely – I thought maybe I would make it through relatively unscathed. At least… that was the plan.

~B~

Three hours later, that plan was for shit.

I was a pro at compartmentalizing my life, but this was getting ridiculous. I had no idea what I was expecting today, but it was most definitely not this. I now had three perfectly compartmentalized boxes of fucked-up information to sort through – one box full of my own shit, one box full of vampire tales and a final box that I was ignoring for now that apparently housed information about fate and my own destiny. This last box was dangerous and I refused to look inside until I could get a handle on the rest of this mess. Too many boxes. Too much information. I needed to focus on one thing at a time.

As we made our way back to his car, I tried to deal with the first bit of information he had imparted to me today. Vampire. Vam. Pire. Vampire. Undead. Dracula. Bats. Coffins. Blood. How's that for word association? And now I might be freaking out. Just a little bit. Now that my head wasn't clouded with the image of his beautiful, tortured eyes staring back at me and the crisp morning air had focused my thoughts… the reality of the idea of Edward as a vampire was starting to sink in.

After he had finally spit it out, I hadn't really focused on the details of his admission. I had gotten caught up in his eyes… his hands… his heart. He had no heartbeat. But standing there… with my hand clutched to his chest… listening to his whispered confessions… I could feel him. It didn't matter if his heart didn't beat; his soul was alive and it was beautiful. And I wanted him. I'd let myself get caught up in the moment. In Edward. And what he had to say was wonderful. I just wanted to forget my pathetic excuse of a life for a while and enjoy the simplicity of that moment with him.

But reality had hit as soon as we left the river. And now? I needed some answers.

Blood. Blood. Blood. The word rang out in my mind like a gong. Vampires drink blood, right? Who the fuck actually knows, since they aren't real. But they are. And they're here. Or, rather, he's here. Edward. My vampire. My vampire? When did he become my vampire? Blood. Blood. Blood. He doesn't look hungry. Right? But then again, what would a hungry vampire look like? Would his eyes change color? Would his fangs… like… extend… or whatever? Which myth was true?

So many questions.

I need a pill.

But I was the one who wanted to be coherent today, so that wasn't an option. I didn't even have anything with me. Quite possibly a huge mistake.

Before I knew it, we were at the car. I thought I would be ready to bombard him with questions… I thought they would come tumbling out as soon as we were seated in the car together. But by the time Edward slid in behind the wheel and I was thawing out in the passenger seat, all of the pressing questions flew right out of my head and my hands were shaking minutely with nerves. What exactly am I supposed to say? So… you're undead. That's neat. Also, not to offend you or anything… but are you hungry? No judgments here. Just asking. This was definitely not a particularly easy topic to discuss and I'd been having trouble with… like… basic communication skills lately.

The insecurities of my fragile state had finally come crashing down on me. What if he changed his mind? What if he regrets telling me?

Edward seemed to sense my distress. He looked at me with a curious expression on his – God, he's gorgeous – face, and broke the tension in the car so I wouldn't have to. Smiling softly, he angled his body toward mine and reached out for my hand to began the conversation that I was unable to start, "So… I believe your first question was regarding my ability to walk around during the day?"

I sighed in relief; he didn't regret telling me. Looking up at him, I gave him a small smile, grateful that he had been able to start this difficult conversation, "Yeah, it was." As I spoke, I carefully extracted my hand from his. Touching him – as amazing as it felt – was only serving to distract me, and even though his face showed confusion at my gesture, he answered me without questioning it.

"Well… let's see. I suppose I should start by letting you know that most vampire stories are just that – stories. Most of what you have heard about us is probably untrue. Some of it, however, is so shockingly accurate that it had to be leaked by one of us… but as for the sunlight burning us? That one is a myth. As you can see, I am perfectly fine. We just can't be seen in public in direct sunlight. It would be far too obvious that we're different. We would most definitely stand out."

"Uh… what exactly do you mean 'stand out'? What happens to you?" My voice was still quiet… my tone still shy… but Edward's blatant honesty was helping me get over my freak out of nerves. If he was going to be so forthcoming with his secrets, I could at least give him the courtesy of asking thoughtful questions.

A slow smile spread across Edward's face as he contemplated how to answer my question, "I don't think I can really explain it… it's something you need to see. I'll show you sometime."

I just nodded over at him while my mind worked overtime to try to think of a way to phrase my next question. The most important one. The one that had been reverberating around in my mind ever since we left the river. Blood. Blood. Blood. That weird feeling was back. That feeling of comfort. I felt like I could trust him implicitly. Like I already knew the answer, but I needed to hear him say it out loud… I wanted to trust myself, but with my unbalanced state of mind recently? Not a good idea.

It was taking me a moment to organize my thoughts into a coherent question and Edward must have taken my silence for more than just me grasping for words, because he reached over and took my hand again. Giving it a squeeze, he whispered, "I promise. I promise I'll show you."

I quickly reassured him, "No… uh, I know you will. I was just thinking. Uh… what other things about vampires are just myths? And what stories are... um… true?" My voice cracked embarrassingly on the last word and I could feel my heart speed up as soon as the words left my lips. For the first time, I wondered if he could hear its change in tempo.

He was still holding my hand, and his eyes flew to mine as he began speaking almost immediately, "I can't believe I didn't answer this question first." This opening statement was a whisper and he hung his head… like he was chastising himself for leaving me in the dark. "Of course I should have told you about my diet first. Uh… unfortunately, I do drink blood. However, we… vampires, that is... are able to live off of the blood of animals. We don't require human blood to survive." He moved his head closer to mine, and there were emotions in his eyes that I couldn't begin to identify as he continued, "I could never hurt you. Ever. I – you are too important to me. If I lost you… I…" His eyes fell shut and he shook his head while letting let the thought trail off as though even finishing that statement would be too painful to think about.

I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding as my hopes were confirmed. More so than the relief I felt at the fact that he wouldn't hurt me was the relief I felt knowing that my intuition had been correct. "I thought so. I mean… I didn't think you would… but I didn't know… I haven't exactly been able to trust myself around you." For some reason, I hoped he could see the apology in my eyes for even entertaining the thought that he could ever do that to me.

Apparently, he did. "Don't be sorry. How could you know? Any normal person would have asked the same question."

I nodded my agreement, even though I was thinking that a normal person would have run screaming hours ago and I was most definitely among the population of abnormal people who hung around to see what would happen with the vampire. But what else is new? I already knew I was going crazy. "So… I guess that makes it a myth then? That vampires… um… drink human blood?" This had to be one of the strangest conversations I'd ever had.

"Not necessarily. I said that we are able to live off of animal blood, and for about ninety-five percent of us, we do so happily. We blend in and live our lives right alongside the rest of you. But, there are some… there are some of us who have lost all traces of humanity. These creatures do prey on humans, and they do so without any regard for the life they are taking or changing." He thought for a moment before he continued, "I suppose you could compare them to human serial killers as they are not much different. They are soulless, sociopathic monsters who enjoy the thrill of the hunt and the satisfaction of the kill. Or the change." He added the last part almost as an afterthought.

"The change?"

He seemed to hesitate before speaking this time, as though the topic had become uncomfortable for him to talk about, "Yes… the change. Some of these vampires do not hunt merely to kill. They hunt for the express purpose of… uh… creating new vampires. Once the… victim has begun the transition as it were, he will then leave them to wake up alone in a new life."

I sucked in a horrified breath, "How awful!" I wanted him to keep going and I wanted to ask him about this 'transition,' but his apprehension kept my mouth shut. Maybe we could broach that another time.

His voice was apologetic and his hand moved from mine to trace my jaw as he continued, "It is an unfortunate reality. One that I would have gladly spared you… but if you are going to know about me and my world, it is important that you know everything."

I could only nod in response.

He kept going and changed the subject immediately. It made me wonder which emotions he could see playing on my face as he sat there studying my expressions. "So, should we just sit here in the car? Or would you like to go somewhere more comfortable?"

I considered this for a moment and decided to match his lighter tone with one of my own. It was getting a bit heavy in the car for me as well, "Um… I know we were supposed to go to your house today, but I'm going to assume your 'siblings' aren't exactly human." I raised an eyebrow at him and hoped he picked up on the sarcasm that dripped from my tone. It was blatantly obvious after today that everything he had told me about his family was a lie.

"Ah… no. They're not." He looked appropriately chagrinned.

"Well, I don't know them. And I don't really know if I could take meeting them today. I'm already spread kind of thin as it is. Do you think we could just go to my house? Charlie is a work all day and we can talk there… if you want, I mean." Saying this out loud left me vulnerable, but after my meltdown I had been feeling more and more comfortable with him. Again, I was feeling safe with him. And again, it was bothering me at the back of my mind. I knew it was important… and I knew what he had said to me earlier… about us… but I was still choosing to ignore that entire part of the conversation. For now.

Edward's eyes softened as he looked down at me as though I might break, and for a moment I felt… cherished? I shook it off. "Of course. We'll do whatever you want. I know this is a lot for you." I watched as he shifted his body to face forward in the seat and we pulled out of the deserted lot and onto the highway, thinking the entire time about what I wanted to ask next.

Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, "If you're so old, why are you in high school?"

His laugh was musical as it filled the car, "After everything we've been talking about – vampires, serial killers, even my family – that's your next question?"

My face turned red and embarrassment flooded my body, "Um… yeah?"

He appeared panicked for a second, "Oh… shit. Bella, I didn't mean to make you feel bad. Please don't. You're just so… adorable. I wish I could take a peek into your mind to see how it works. You never do or say what I expect, and after so many years of monotony… you're so refreshing. Please don't feel bad." His voice and his eyes were so sincere that my embarrassment was gone almost as soon as it came upon me. Something about him… he could do that to me, make me feel better in a matter of seconds with just a word or a glance.

"Oh… um… well, I was just thinking about your so-called 'family,' but the only time I've ever really seen them is in the cafeteria at school. So I was picturing them there. And that led me to school, and then I was wondering why you guys are even there to begin with. I mean, what could you possibly be learning?"

He smiled, "I'll be honest, there is nothing in any of the curriculum that we don't know. Our memories are both photographic and eidetic. We never forget anything, but we are most definitely learning while we're there. We're learning how to fit in. As 'outcasts,' for lack of a better term, we need to follow trends and keep up with slang as it changes throughout the years… it's how we stay under the radar. We'll always look this young, so we need to know how to act our respective ages in any given situation. So, we use our time in school to observe."

"Oh." That was a surprisingly obvious answer, but one that I had not been expecting. "So you just repeat high school over and over or something? That sounds awful." Almost worse than my pathetic life, I wanted to add.

He chuckled lightly before continuing, "Not exactly. About every 10-15 years, we have to start over somewhere new. It takes about that long before people start asking questions… we never age and that tends to be something that would get noticed eventually, so we leave before that happens. Personally, I prefer when we start over in college since it allows for a lot more freedoms as far as actually having to attend classes… and I mean, we do actually learn things in college for the most part. I was born about a century or so before the Industrial Revolution, so there are many things I've needed to learn over the years. But the main reason we are in high school here is because the younger we start out in a given place, the longer we can stay there. When we were looking at this area, we realized that it really is perfect for us, and we wanted to start as young as we could so that we can stay here longer."

"Wouldn't it just be easier to go somewhere without people? Then you wouldn't have to put up the charade. It seems like a lot of work for something you really don't' have to do."

"You would think so. But, that's where it gets complicated for us. It's actually why Alaska is so perfect – it's a remote enough location where we can live relatively quietly, but there are people here. Living near others is important, because we enjoy interacting with people; it keeps us sane and... I don't know… more human, I guess. Being around people reminds us of who we once were… who we still are… isolation isn't good for us. Take my sister, for example – Alice loves meeting new people and making new friends; she's just always been that way, even back in the beginning… our very own social butterfly. If we were to settle somewhere too remote, it wouldn't be good for her. She couldn't thrive there." I was watching Edward closely as he talked about his 'sister' and I was taken back with the obvious love in his eyes. He really saw Alice as family. There was definitely an interesting dynamic there, but I wanted to know a few more things before we got around to discussing his family.

"But you… you wouldn't stand out so much if you didn't… why do you look the way you do?" I didn't want to offend him, but with all of his obvious body modifications Edward would stand out anywhere, especially in the less populated areas of the world. That had to make it hard to blend in.

"You mean the piercings? The tattoos?"

I nodded, "It just seems that all of that would make it hard for you to blend in pretty much anywhere."

Apparently, my question brought out the sullen kid from Biology class. He sighed and smiled ruefully at me, "Yeah well… we all make sacrifices, don't we." He took a deep breath before continuing, "I'm sorry. I've just spent a long time distancing myself from the people around me. Living on the fringes. I've pretty much made a career out of it. But I mean, yeah… all of this stuff means that people might notice me, but they leave me alone… and they don't ask questions." He had me there. Sure, people saw him, but they expected him to be different… so the only abnormal things they noticed were the obvious ones. The ones he wanted them to see. Then they would write him off, just like all the other outcasts. It really was the perfect disguise. Hiding in plain sight. But if most people leave him alone though, why the fuck do I feel so drawn to him? Shouldn't I have left him alone too? I tried to push this thought out of my mind.

But before I could give it much thought, I realized he was still talking. "The tattoos are my way of remembering who I am… each one is a representation of a significant period in my life that I wanted to keep close. I thought carefully before getting each one, and wouldn't ever want to get rid of them even if I could. The piercings are all pretty much from the 1980s, and I think they've held up pretty well socially for being 30 years old… well except for the labret. That one's new."

What the hell is a labret? "What the hell is a labret?" The question left my lips before my mind even had two seconds to react. Fantastic. We seemed to have reached the point of my time with Edward where I lose my mental filter. That's just excellent.

"This one," he said while pointing at his lower lip where the brushed silver ball sat alluringly. Alluringly? I mentally smacked myself on the forehead. Thoughts like that were most definitely not helping the situation. I let it go for now. It seemed as though it was another one of those things that had to do with that third box of information, which I was determined to ignore until I could sort out what the fuck was going on.

"Oh," I replied stupidly. "That one."

"Yeah." He looked nervous… and almost… embarrassed? Maybe?

To change the subject and lighten the mood again, I decided that now would be the perfect time to ask him about his family, "So… why do you live with those other people if you aren't really related to them? I mean… why go so far as to call them your family?"

His face brightened immediately, and I could tell that he truly cared for these people… even if they weren't his real siblings. "We live together because we want to. They are my best friends, and I can't really imagine going though this long existence without them. Technically, I guess the common term for what we are would be a coven, but we just see ourselves as a family. I met Alice first, about forty years or so after I was changed and we became friends almost immediately. Her energy and obvious love for life balanced out my… more realistic view of the world. Plus, we enjoy each others' company. That was the beginning of our family, as it were. The two of us met Emmett some years later in 1750, and Rosalie came along just six years after that. It wasn't until after we came over to America that Alice found Jasper, and that was back in 1863. The five of us have been together ever since."

My mind wasn't totally comprehending these dates. He was throwing around centuries like they were decades… and I hadn't even lived two of those. "Wow. That's quite a long time," I said since that's really all I could think of to say.

But he was kind of lost in his story, and I don't think he noticed that my mind was on overdrive. "Yeah… it has been a long time. But I guess… to answer your original question… I guess we stay together because we enjoy the idea of a family. We aren't that much different from humans in that regard. Plus, I mean… we were human at one point in time, and I suppose it's just one of the innate desires that stays with us when we're changed. The desire to be loved unconditionally and without judgment. The desire for family… for loved ones." Edward seemed to have a way of saying things that just made them make sense. Of course vampires would live as families. Why would they not?

"So… do all of you live as families?" In my mind, I had this crazy picture of a beautiful vampire family with a mother and a father and their 'adopted' vampire children going to work and school like it was the most normal thing in the world. I almost laughed out loud.

"Most of us do, yes. Some just live as couples… others as larger family units. There are a few who do choose to live alone… but I already sort of addressed them earlier. These loners… the nomads… they are the ones who have lost touch with the humanity they once had. They are the ones who have become the monsters."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

There really wasn't much else to say about that. Besides, we were getting close to my house, and I had a feeling Edward was going to want to talk about the other stuff… the scary stuff… the stuff in the third box. I guess you know you should be seeing a psychiatrist when the 'scary' stuff isn't the stuff about vampires… good thing I'm already seeing someone.

I didn't say anything else while I watched the countryside fly by as we got closer and closer to town and Edward didn't push. Maybe he knew what was coming once we got to the safety of my house… maybe he was letting everything we talked about sink in… maybe he was just giving me my space.

Maybe I didn't want it.

~B~

When we got back to Charlie's, I left Edward in the living room for a few minutes while I ran upstairs. I told him I just needed a human moment, but in reality I was searching for my drugs. Something he said about family was picking at my mind and threatening the security of my carefully compartmentalized day.

When he was talking in the car about an innate desire for family… for loved ones… my mind had immediately gone to what I had lost. I had lost all of that. My family, my loved ones. My brother. And who wouldn't want those things? Brandon had pretty much been the best thing in my life, of course Edward and his siblings would want that kind of relationship.

I knew what that kind of unconditional love felt like.

And I missed it.

I could feel the depression overtaking me and I fought for control.

The Xanax would help.

Once I was back downstairs, Edward could tell something was wrong. He kept asking me if there was anything he could do, if I was hungry, if he could get me anything. All morning I had been receptive and interactive… and now I was being closed off and quiet as I waited for the drugs to kick in and my anxiety to lessen. I couldn't even begin to think about that third box without medication.

"Are you really sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm just… processing."

"Oh, alright."

Edward and I were sitting on the living room couch just as we had been yesterday during our study session, but this time it was me that was avoiding the conversation and not him. I had wanted answers about my feelings for him, and he had given me answers alright. I just didn't quite know what those answers meant.

And the part that I really wasn't ready to acknowledge was what he had said at the end of his admissions. When he finally let his guard down and let it all out. I could tell when he opened up fully… and I knew what he had said was important. It was also terrifying. "That is what you have been feeling. The pull… the draw… it's us, Bella. It's you and me." You and me. Me and you. Edward and Bella. Us.

Why does that sound so good?

This is what was going through my head when Edward tried – again, apparently – to get my attention. So, of course, I screamed and jumped about five feet in the air when I felt his hand on my leg. "Jesus Christ!"

He looked horrified. "Oh! Um… I'm sorry… I thought you heard me."

I tried to calm my breathing and replied, "No. No… it's fine. I was just thinking about some stuff."

"Oh, okay," he said, his voice smaller than I'd ever heard it. Looking up into his face, he looked so hurt that I had closed myself off. I made him look like that… and I hated it.

He wanted me to talk to him about it. I knew he did. And after everything else today, after everything he had shared with me, I was insulting him by pushing him away. I sighed deeply and met his piercing gaze.

Here goes nothing.

"I'm sorry. I just don't know where to start. I guess… well I guess I should start at the beginning, right?" He nodded encouragingly, so I continued, "Well, I meant what I said earlier. Opening up to you that day… it was… the relief that I felt that day was more than I ever thought possible. Maybe that's why so many people wanted me to talk to my therapist… but anyways, that's not really the point. I didn't want to talk to them. I wanted to talk to you. Only you. And I heard everything you said. Everything. And I really want to know more about it… and you. But I also don't know how much I can handle right now. I… I've been… well, I guess I've been pretty much losing it lately. And Charlie is getting really worried, I think." I could feel my eyes tearing up so I tried to look away so Edward wouldn't see me start to cry, even though I'm sure he could hear it in my voice.

"It's like every time I think I'm making progress, something happens… something reminds me of Brandon and I just… shut down again. Like today… I'm even the one who started it, when I asked you about your family. I could see how much you love your sister… and the rest of them… and it made me think about my brother and how I would never have that again. I freaked out. I keep doing that." Now I was sure the crying was obvious, since the tears were falling freely down my cheeks. "So can we just… see what happens? You know, like with that other stuff… for now? I mean… can we just spend time together and see how much I can talk about? How much I can deal with? I just need to think all of this through. And I already have so many thoughts on my mind… it's just… I don't know…"

My thoughts trailed off because while I was talking, Edward had angled his body towards mine and he had slowly moved to take my face in his cool hands. He was using his thumbs to brush away the tears, which just made more tears fall as I succumbed to his gentle touch. His eyes were kind, and his voice was soft when he finally spoke, "We can do whatever you want. I just want to help you. It kills me to see you so sad everyday… I just wish there was something I could do to make you feel better. I would do anything for you. Anything. Please just let me be here for you."

The kind words coupled with the soothing touch of his hands finally opened the dam of emotions that I was holding back from everyone. Even with Charlie, I only let him see a fraction of what I was feeling. I had thought that I was so alone in all of this. But meeting Edward now… and letting him in… it was like fate had intervened and given me an angel, and here he was telling me that I didn't have to be alone. Maybe I should just accept the gift for now and ask questions later. I was so tired. So tired of being alone.

Edward let his arms open to me and I lowered my walls as I gave in and crawled up into his lap… into his calming embrace… and I cried.

I cried for everything I had lost… my brother, my mom, my home, my friends. My life. The girl I used to be. That life was gone now, and I needed to grieve it's loss. Holding it in was so hard… took so much energy. I just couldn't do it anymore. I was so broken…

"Edward?" I asked through the wrenching sobs.

"Yes?"

"I think… I need help."

"Okay, angel. I'll help you."

"I… I can't do this… alone."

"I know. I'm here."

I cried for what felt like hours… until I thought that it might be almost time for Charlie to get home. Eventually, I managed to pull back a bit from Edward's strong embrace. Once I was able to angle myself enough so that I could look up at him, I noticed that he had a pained expression on his beautiful face.

"Edward? What's wrong?"

"It's nothing… I just hate seeing you so sad. It makes me sad." His voice was strained, and I hated myself for making him feel that way, but I was greedy and just wanted him here with me.

"Oh. Well, listen. I think Charlie is going to be coming home soon… so I should probably start dinner… actually that might be nice. You know, doing something normal…" I was rambling. Putting off what I really wanted to say.

He looked surprised for a moment and glanced up at the clock on the mantle, "Yeah, I didn't realize it was getting to be so late. Would you like me to leave before he gets here? I wasn't really supposed to be here anyways today… and I wouldn't want it to be an issue with the two of you."

"No!" I almost yelled in his face before I could stop myself, "No. He's already met you, so it's fine that we were here. We can say your brothers were home and being loud or something, so we came back over here for the peace and quiet. Please stay for dinner. I mean… obviously you won't eat… hmmm… but will you stay?"

"If you want me here, I wouldn't dream of leaving," he replied with a smile.

"Good," I said with a sigh as I settled back in his arms for a few more minutes until I would have to get up. I couldn't help but wonder what Charlie would think. Edward and Charlie at dinner. A vampire… and my dad. This would be interesting.


A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! This one was a bit shorter, but packed full of information and emotions. I didn't want to overwhelm you guys. (Or myself, since writing depressed Bella gets difficult) Also, I had to cut it here, since we are going to want to see the dinner (and Charlie) from Edward's POV… you'll see why.

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