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Chapter II - Red


"You seem like a reasonable man, Mr Beauregard, and I do hope you can acknowledge the problem we are facing." Johnson said gravely. Across from him, Charles Beauregard nodded in understanding.

"Of course, Edgar has always been a little rebellious." He replied, though a part of him thought that wasn't exactly the correct word. Next to him, his daughter gave him a blank stare.

He had been called into school earlier on, receiving a call from the Principal himself to come and discuss the growing problem of his daughter's lack of concern for authority. Personally, Charles wasn't entirely surprised that they had finally called him in, however, he was surprised that it had taken them that long to do so. It was only the beginning of the school year, October to be precise, and yet, Edgar had been receiving detentions every week since. He, trying to be the responsible father that he was, had repeatedly tried to talk to his daughter about it, but like every other year that she got herself in trouble with the school, she paid him absolutely no heed and carried on like normal. Charles understood her need to try and improve the school's 'aesthetic appeal' (her words, not his), because it really was a dreary old place, however, she just went about it the wrong way.

"Yes, I suppose you could say that…"Johnson sounded dubious. 'Rebellious' wasn't quite the word the principal would use to describe the subject in question. "But either way, such behaviour has to stop. If she could only show such dedication to her grades!" He grumbled, frowning at Edgar, who wasn't even paying attention to their conversation.

No, she was currently contemplating if she could get her father to pass by the local paint shop on the way home, her Acrylics were running short and she had been meaning to ask.

Charles and the Principal spent a short moment regarding the young girl, who was staring out the window with a thoughtful look on her face. Charles sighed.

"I'll talk to her about her grades." He relented tiredly and Johnson raised an eyebrow at him.

"And her…painting problem?" He asked. The man across from him shrugged helplessly.

"I apologise but there is nothing I can do about that. Once Edgar sets her mind on something, nothing can sway her. Just think of it as free renovations." He tried to add a charming smile after that, but Johnson's face could have been made of stone at that moment.

"Mr Beauregard, you can't expect me to just allow her to do whatever she wants! If I let everyone gallivant around with paint brushes then it would be an Art School, not a High school." He exclaimed indignantly. Edgar turned her wide gaze on him.

"I don't see why it can't be both." She quipped softly, making Johnson suck in a deep breath and turn a dark shade of crimson. Charles fond his lips twitching and gave his daughter a look of fond exasperation. He stood, intent on leaving before things could escalate any further and possibly send the poor Principal to hospital with Hypertension.

"Alright Mr Johnson, I'll see what I can do, but I can't promise anything. If we may take our leave?" He asked and the other man gave a terse nod.

"You may. Thank you for coming in today Mr Beauregard. Though if it don't change, there will be dire consequences." He threatened and Charles gave a small smile.

"Of course." He acknowledged, before looking at his daughter who was still sitting. "Come along Edgar. Let's leave Principal Johnson in peace. "


The Cullen residence didn't normal experience much excitement over a single subject. Mostly because the residents themselves hardly ever got really excited about anything at all. When one lives for over a century, they tend to take the phrase 'I've seen it all' quite literally. And so, the fact that something interesting had happened to them after many, many, many years, well, nobody could stop talking about it.

Yes, they were indeed talking about Edgar Beauregard.

Of course, they didn't exactly know her name at present, so to them, she was just being referred to as "The Girl".

"Who do you think she is?" Alice Cullen asked curiously, as she sat on the couch, peering over the extremely impressive drawing of her sister on the coffee table in interest. Edward, who was sitting on her right, shrugged.

"I don't know, I've never seen her before." He answered. Emmett leaned forward with a grin and inspected the paper with a grin.

"Whoever she is, she sure did manage to get Rose's beauty right." The buff Vampire declared and his wife preened from where she was sitting on the other couch.

Jasper frowned thoughtfully. "She wasn't intimidated by us, which I find odd considering humans normally avoid us." He remembered how easily she had made her way towards them, as if she couldn't sense the danger they emitted like most people. The others made various sounds of agreement.

"Well, she isn't exactly normal." Edward murmured, drawing the others attention.

"What do you mean? Sure she seems a little…" Rosalie paused, searching for a way to describe the dreamy girl. "Straightforward, but aside from that, I didn't sense anything wrong with her."

Edward smiled a little. "Did you know she thought us statues at first glance? She compared Emmett to the Farnese Hercules." He informed them and his black haired brother gave a booming laugh, while the others grinned.

"Well, that's an accurate comparison if I've ever heard one." Jasper drawled wryly, making Alice giggle softly.

Edward snorted softly. "But according to what I heard from the other humans, she's very different. Not in the same sense that we are, but in the sense that a lot of them –and most of the population of Forks- think she's mentally deranged."

That made the Cullens fall silent for a moment before Alice shook her head. "I don't see how they could think that."

"I could." Emmett stated, much to the surprise of them all, because no one expected Emmett to have said it, maybe Jasper, but not Emmett.

"How?" Rosalie asked frowning and the burly male shrugged nonchalantly.

"Firstly, because of the way she looks at you. Or to be more precise, through you. Coupled with the fact that her eyes are so pale, it's as if she's blind. It's slightly unnerving. And the way she speaks, like she's lost in her own world, all dreamy-like. She doesn't seem to grasp basic human communication skills either, proven with how she was so blunt about her mother's death. Most humans don't speak about death so plainly in conversation, let alone to people they don't know."

The rest of them were struck silent by Emmett's extremely perceptive character analysis, and in their minds, they had to admit that he was right in all points. It surprised them, not because Emmett Cullen was thick, but it was just that he never bothered with the little things, and preferred to take things at face value.

Edward spoke first. "Her mind is brilliant though." He declared with an interested expression. "I can't explain it accurately, because even I have some difficulty understanding it. She has Tetrochromia, meaning she has a fourth retina cone instead of the usual three humans have and she sees in all these amazing colours that a normal human shouldn't even be able to imagine. She's extremely clever as well, even though she cares not for anything aside from art. Like for example, how she was able to calculate the exact amount of time it would take to finish Rosalie's drawing. It's unlike anything I've ever seen."

Yes, Edward Cullen found himself very interested. He couldn't help but want to learn more about the mystery human, just so he could be able to understand even a little about how her mind worked. It seemed that in this case, his mind reading ability was useless, for even if he could hear her, it was like a foreign language to his ears.

The sound of a car approaching from the distance pulled them back to the present. "We'll ask Carlisle and see if he knows." Alice proposed but Rosalie shook her head.

"I don't think we should get more invested in her. She may be interesting, that I can acknowledge, but it's too risky." The blond said, always thinking of her family's safety first.

"You're the one who allowed her to draw you." Edward retorted in a hostile manner and she scowled.

"A mistake on my part, I admit. However knowing Alice, she'll probably want to make friends with her." Rosalie spat out the word as if it were a curse, causing Jasper to glare at her angrily.

Emmett, seeing how his brother was seconds away from defending his wife, and therefore antagonising his own, intervened before things could get out of hand. "Rose, I think we should just ask and see if Carlisle knows who she is. That way we can at least know the name of the artist who drew this beautiful drawing of you." He could already see Rosalie calming down slightly. He found himself amused –flattery got you everywhere with her. "We'll leave it alone after that."

"Leave what alone?" Esme asked curiously as she and Carlisle entered, the latter also looking intrigued.

Alice spoke before Rosalie could stop her. "We met an interesting human today." She informed him with a large smile, ignoring her sister's glare. Carlisle raised an eyebrow in surprise, because rarely ever had a normal human managed to capture his children's interest.

Meaning that the human they were speaking of wasn't normal at all.

"Really?" Esme asked next to him, also sounding very interested. Jasper quickly regaled them of the tale of what had transpired early on during the day, with the others adding little bits as he went and soon Carlisle found himself smiling slightly in amusement.

"Ah, that would be Charles Beauregard's daughter. I don't know her name, but she's very well-known around town. They seem to think her strange." He explained. Edward frowned.

"Charles Beauregard? The name isn't familiar." He said when he failed to recognise it. Carlisle nodded.

"He's a very influential business man, but he's also extremely private, especially after his wife died two years ago during what the town likes to refer to as the incident." The other were surprised and Esme gasped in shock.

"Oh, how sad. I can't imagine how hard it must've been for them." She cried sympathetically and her husband gave her a reassuring smile.

"What exactly, is this 'incident'?" Asked Rosalie, but Carlisle simply shook his head.

"They won't speak of it. No matter who I ask, they won't tell me anything except that "It was very tragic" or some other variation." Emmett snorted in amusement.

"So what do you think we should do?" Asked Jasper, going back to the problem at hand. Carlisle frowned thoughtfully, thinking for a moment.

"Well, Rosalie's right in that we shouldn't put the family at risk," Here the other blond smiled smugly, and Carlisle gave her a look of wry humour. "However, I must admit that I too find myself interested. Don't go actively searching for her, but if you do manage to find anything out, or find yourself in a situation that means interacting with her, then I suppose it can't be helped. Just be careful."

Edward heard the loophole, and already his mind was thinking of ways he could learn more of her without actively searching her out. It wasn't like he was putting his family at risk, he was slightly curious, and being interested in somebody's mind didn't automatically mean declaring all of your secrets to the high heavens for them to hear. He would probably move on within a week, a human could only capture his attention for so long before he became bored.

However, little did Edward know, he would never tired of said human, and he would eventually find himself more than 'slightly curious'.