Chapter 8

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The next morning I woke up in a strange room with a pounding headache and pounding arm, my innate reaction was to panic, eyes flying open and sitting up in bed suddenly, looking around. The first thing that I saw was a startled Edward sitting against the wall of the hospital room and my memory of the previous night started to come back.

'Good morning.' Edward said guarded, waiting to see how I was going to react.

'Morning…' I said relaxing a little, and lifting up the head of the bed. I winced as I leaned back into a sitting position in the bed.

'How are you feeling?' he asked me.

'Awesome.' I said with a groan. 'How long have you been here?'

'Got here just before you woke up actually.'

'Shouldn't you be in school?' I asked him joking.

'I'm taking a day off, the trauma of the accident was just too much for me to handle.' He gave me his beautiful crooked smile and I couldn't help but laugh back.

'Is your dad letting me go today?' I asked hopefully.

'He's going to be in to talk to you in a moment.' He responded.

'Does he know what we talked about last night?' I asked, warily.

'He knows that you know about us. I won't tell anyone your secret unless you want them to know.'

'Thank you… I really appreciate that.' I said to him as Carlisle walked in.

'Good morning Bella, you're looking much better today.' He said smiling at me. 'How are you feeling? Are you in any pain?'

'A little' I admitted 'but I'm feeling much better.'

'You're clear to go, you'll just have to pick up a prescription for pain medicine and antibiotics on your way home and I want to see you back here in a week to check how your elbow is healing.'

'Thanks a lot Carlisle.' I said taking the piece of paper from him. On the way out of the room he stopped for a minute, like he was deliberating something but shook his head and left the room.

'Can I borrow your phone to call a cab?' I asked 'My cellphone is dead.'

Edward rolled his eyes 'Don't be absurd, I can drive you home.'

'You sure?' I asked, not used to people offering to help me.

He pressed the call bell 'Of course. My sister Alice gave me some clothes to give to you to wear out of the hospital since they cut up your old shirt. The nurse is coming, she'll help you get dressed then we'll get out of here.'

'What? I can't take clothes from your sister!'

'Don't worry, they aren't hers, she bought them for you.'

'That's even worse!' I shouted at him as he left the room chuckling.

Of course the clothes fit perfectly even though I had never even met Alice, and for some reason this put me in a bad mood. Coupled with being pushed out of the hospital in a wheelchair I was in a bitter mood by the time I got into Edwards silver Volvo.

'Why did your sister buy me clothes?' I asked as he helped me get into the car.

'Because she knew you didn't have any.' He said simply.

I just grumbled as I tried to reach across myself to grab the seatbelt since my right arm was strapped to my body. I heard Edward sigh as he reached across me and fastened my seatbelt for me. 'Thanks.' I grumbled again. On the way to my house we stopped off at the local pharmacy and picked up my prescriptions and then continued the drive to my house.

'How are you going to manage alone in your house with only one arm?' Edward asked, concern lacing his voice.

There was a sudden loud growl from Aiden as he hit the rear view mirror knocking it so that it faced upwards.

'Got it...' Edward said as he re adjusted the mirror.

'I'll be fine' I laughed 'I've had worse, plus Aiden's right, I'm not alone, he can help with some things.'

'Do you really not have anyone to call? No one that can come help take care of you?' his voice sounded sad.

I smiled at him to assure him. 'I'm fine Edward; you don't have to worry, although I'm not sure why you are.'

He stared ahead at the wet road, deliberating. 'I'm not sure either. I'm fascinated by you and for some reason the thought of you getting hurt is unbearable. All that I could think when that van was coming for you was 'not her'. I didn't care if I exposed myself or my family in that moment. I just cared that you lived to see another day.'

'From that first day I figured you hated me.' I said warily, trying to gauge his reaction.

'Ah that, yes I should apologize. You caught me off guard… this is hard to explain. Every human has a different smell, some smell better, some smell worse and for many of us we find one person whose blood- for the lack of a better word- sings to us. As far as I'm aware it only happens with one person for each of us, and you're it for me. When I smelled you it was all I could do not to get up and attack you in that room full of children.' His hands were tense on the wheel.

'But you resisted' I hedged after he was quiet for a while.

'I did' he agreed nodding solemnly.

By this point we were pulling into my driveway, he parked and was pulling open my door in less than a second. I looked at him in shock 'Sorry,' he smiled 'It's too easy to be myself around you.'

I smiled back 'It's quite alright. Did you want to come in?' I asked this without even thinking and stunned myself- and Aiden.

'Sure.' He smiled back.

He grabbed my school bag, and carried it to the door, taking my key out and letting us in.

'Where do you want your bag?' he asked.

'Anywhere.' I sighed as I collapsed down into my couch.

He laughed as he looked around.

'What?' I asked, annoyed, afraid he was judging my little home.

'Nothing, nothing. It's just that I remember when my mother was hired to decorate this house. She was confused about why someone trusted her to do the interior of their entire home without them seeing it.'

'Your mother decorated this house?' I sat back up looking at him, shocked.

'Yes a few weeks ago, she was so curious about who would be moving into it. Apparently I would also become curious about the girl moving into the house as well.' He sat next to me on the couch.

'I'm assuming that someone sent ahead to have this house made up for you, that wouldn't happen if you were just emancipated. How did you come to live here?' His eyes burned with curiosity.

'You'd never believe me.' I said quietly and he scoffed but I cut him off 'No seriously, it's unbelievable. I don't think that anyone has had the same upbringing that I did.'

'Will you tell me?' he asked delicately.

I looked off into the distance for a minute before I nodded.

'I don't know anything at all really about my birth parents except that they both had some kind of connection to the spirit world. I guess that they were either working with the a section of the US government called the Department of Paranormal Activity, or being studied by them but all I know is that the DPA told me that my mother died in childbirth giving birth to me. I was born with Aiden and they learned about him pretty quickly, I was placed with a couple who raised me until I was 6, I thought that they were my parents. As I got older Aiden's presence grew stronger and my 'father' became bitter and angry towards me every time Aiden would do something to expose us.

'Eventually it got to the point where he no longer wanted me and he was able to convince my foster mother to give me back. So one day they brought me to the DPA and just left me there, for all I knew they were my parents and they didn't want me anymore.'

'That's so awful.' Edward whispered.

'From that point on I was raised at the DPA mostly by two scientists Nathan and Cole. They were the closest thing I had to parents at that point on, except instead of teaching me to ride a bike they were doing experiments on me and Aiden pretty well every day. I grew older and Aiden grew stronger and they sent us to the CIA to be trained, to turn us into killers at 14 years old.'

'How is that even possible?' Edward asked disgusted.

'That's what happens when you're property of the US Government.'

'Bella, you aren't property of anyone.' He looked at me and said the words slowly.

'That's a lovely idea,' I said 'but not the case. From CIA training I was then sent on various missions around the world, mostly to gain intel, but sometimes to eliminate hard to reach targets that they couldn't send normal soldiers to take out.' I looked up at his face, he looked livid.

'I told you that I had killed people.' I said quietly.

'I never imagined you were telling the truth, you're right, your story is unreal… please, continue.'

'Me having killed people doesn't bother you? I asked, not looking at him.

'Of course it does, but not for the reason you think. What you had to do was not your fault; it's unforgiveable that they should send a child to do their bidding, especially to murder someone.'

I nodded, 'Everything came to a head a few months ago when they sent to me Africa to take out a warlord. I managed to locate where he was hiding and sneak there in the middle of the night and assassinate him. I barely made it out alive when the locals found me and attacked.' I pulled up the leg of my pants to show a small still- healing circular scar. 'I was shot before the helicopter got there to extradite me. In the helicopter on the ride back I found out that I had been lied to by someone I trusted. I killed the first democratically elected president in the area who was fighting to bring peace, he was no warlord. I threatened to leave, to run away and they knew that they would never find me again so they agreed to all of my terms. I wanted to go to school for the first time in my life, I wanted to move across the country, wanted a house, wanted a car and wanted money to support myself. If they fulfilled all of my demands then I wouldn't vanish, and they did.

'That's it, that's how I came to be in Forks.' I finally finished.

'You harbour a lot of guilt' Edward said looking at me. 'It wasn't your fault, there's no way you could have known that they were lying, that this man was anything other than a warlord.'

'I appreciate it but I disagree. I never should have agreed to do it.' I countered.

'I have a feeling you agreeing had no bearing on them sending you there. This was not your fault.' He said forcefully.

I sighed. 'So what about you? You're bound to have a more interesting life story.' At that he laughed.

'Not even remotely.' And from there he proceeded to tell me his story from when Carlisle found him to now.