On Monday, the Cullens weren't at school. When I asked Angela about it, Jessica replied, "Whenever the weather is nice, the Cullen's disappear. Doctor Cullen takes them on a camping trip or something. I tried that on my parents. Not even close."
So they are still on their 'Camping Trip' which probably translates to staying out of the sun or hunting day. Bunny-diets. I guess I will have to approach him tomorrow.
"Are you sure you don't want to go to the spring dance?" Angela questioned.
I nod. "I don't have the best luck at dances. Plus me and dancing do not mix well. Trust me. It is ridiculous how clumsy I am when dancing."
"But you are clumsy all the time," Jessica complains.
"So? I don't want to ruin everyone else's spring dance."
"Well, at least go dress shopping with us," Angela suggests
"And where would we be shopping?" I ask.
"Port Angeles, obviously," Jessica says.
I remember that there is a bookstore with more books than the library here. And it will help distract me. I really need a distraction. I nod. "I will go with you to search for dresses. But I am not shopping for me to have clothes. And I am going to go to the bookstore at some point. My stock is seriously lacking and the library has pathetic choices. No offense."
"None taken," Angela said. "I go to bookshops there sometimes, too."
"Both of you are nerds," Jessica says. "I'll pick you up after school."
After school I drive home and wait for Jessica to pick me up. I really don't want to spend more time with her than I have to, but I do need a distraction and more books. I probably won't read them now, but I don't know how long I will be in Forks. I wish I was in Mystic Falls to help them. My sister doesn't even care about me right now.
While waiting for Jessica, I am on my phone. There I see a picture of Jeremy as my homescreen. Actually, it is of Mom, Dad, Jeremy, Elena, and me. I squeeze my eyes shut, my chest filling in pain. Pull yourself together. You are about to be picked up for God's sake.
There is a honk of a car horn outside. I take a deep breath and leave the house. I put on a fake smile and get in the car. During the ride, Jessica makes a few comments that make me want to punch her. But they want me to keep a low profile and play nice. I am so close to snapping. The dance was semiformal. I tried to explain what that meant, and they seem to understand.
"If you go to dances, then why aren't you going to this dance?" Questioned Jessica.
"Because I have the worst luck at dances. Seriously, for the past two years, they've ended badly," I answer.
"Then why are you going with Tyler to Prom?" Angela asks.
"What?" I question, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.
"Told you it wasn't true," she told Jessica.
"He's been saying I am going with him to prom?" I ask incredulously.
Jessica suggested, "Maybe it's his apology for hitting you with his car."
"Almost hitting me."
"Whatever."
Jessica was bored, but we all were. Jessica was excited to go dress shopping, but she hates being around me. I am not excited about either thing. Angela doesn't really want to go to the dance. She is an introvert, but Jessica and Ben convincd her.
We finally arrive at the store to shop for dresses, and I watch them give a fashion show of dresses. Finally I know the better of the dresses for each of them.
"Angela, the royal blue totally suits you, and Jessica, the ruby red one suits you."
They smile at me and twirl in their dress. I don't know how they can do that without falling.
"I'm going to head to the bookstore. I'll meet you both at the restraunt?"
"Yeah. Sure!" They say with a nod.
I left and went to the bookstore. After buying a few books in the young adults and teens section, I left the book store. I feel like someone is following me, and I glance in the window and see a reflection of someone 15-20 feet behind me. I kept walking normally. Maybe my luck isn't completely crappy, and they are just out for a stroll. As I passed a wall, guys started herding around me. I think back to what Alaric taught me.
"Hey, where you going?" One of them asks.
"Where are you going?" Another one repeats.
"Somewhere away from your ugly face," I shot back.
"Ooo. She's fiesty. I like that." They chuckle.
Two more guys approach.
"Where have you been?" One of the other ones questioned. "I thought you ditched us."
"No way," one of the two that had approached says. "And I'm glad I didn't." He eyes me with a smirk.
"As nice as it was meeting you all, I think I'd better go." I move to go passed them, but two of the guys shove me back. "Let me go."
"Don't be like that, sugar."
"Yeah, you can have fun with us," he said.
I prepare myself to fight. My elbow jerk back into one of the guys nose. I kick one of them where the sun doesn't shine. Then I wrap my arms around one of their necks in a chokehold. A very familiar Volvo drives up. Edward gets out of the car.
"Get in," he commands.
I let go of the guy and shove him away. I grab my bag of books and get in the car. He gets in the car after scaring the guys. I wonder what he did. Probably some vampire thing. I watched him as he starts to drive fast.
"Distract me so I don't turn around," Edward says.
"I know what you are." I figure that is as big of a distraction as it gets.
Edward gains a look of fear and worry. "You do?"
"Yeah," I say and lean on the window. "I heard from someone about some Quileute Legends. So I checked out a book that mentioned the Cold Ones. I was curious, so I Google it and find something similar to what I have seen about you. Not to mention I had theories before hand. It was pretty easy. But I guess that is just me. You don't have anything to worry about. I doubt others will figure it out."
I keep Jacob's name out of it like I promised him I would. I don't want to get him in any kind of trouble. And this seems like the thing that will get him in really bad trouble, whether with the Quileutes or the Cold Ones. I am not going to cause that to happen to him.
"And what are your thoughts? Aren't you scared?"
I fight off a scoff and shake my head. "No. I'm not. You aren't a bad guy, Edward. You aren't."
"That's where you're wrong," he says.
He pulls into the restaurant and gets us inside. Jessica and Angela were leaving, and I told them I'd stay with Edward.
"You trust me enough to stay alone with me?"
"Technically, I am not alone with you. You could kill me if you wanted to. And I have been alone with you before."
Edward charmed the hostess to get us a private table. He orders us both a coke and looks at me as the waitress leaves. "I am sure you have questions."
"I do," I confirm. "Many."
"If I answer yours, you must answer mine."
"Is that a negotiation?" I laugh. "Very well. I'm an open book. First question. How old are you." Call me curious. I wanted to compare him to the ones I know.
"I was born in 1901." He looks at me with a serious face, making me grin.
"Okay. You're a young one, Mr. Cullen. Have you gone off of your normal diet?"
"When I was young. Carlisle had recently turned me."
I nod. "Everyone goes off the rails at some point. Can you tell me more about vampires. I mean, I assume you're kind is different than the ones at home."
"The ones at home?" Edward questions.
"Oops." I covered my mouth before chuckling. "I guess it doesn't matter now anyways. Where I am from, the town is mostly supernatural. No, I am not from Phoenix. That is a lie. I am also not Charlie's daughter. It was a cover up. He is my uncle, though. My mother's brother. Adoptive mother not biological. Family problems. Gotta love them." I sighed, leaning back in my chair. It felt good to get at least that much out.
The waitress brought out my food, and I started to eat. Edward looks confused. Poor thing. He doesn't know much about me at all.
"I see that you are confused. It is a really long story. But yeah. I've known about the supernatural for around two years now."
"And you haven't run away yet?" Edward raises and eyebrow.
"Nope. Well, technically I did at first, but it was very brief and was mainly to protect my sister who was terrified," I said.
"You mentioned you had a sister before. What is she like?"
"Right now? She's probably an emotionless bitch." I chuckled but there was very little humor in my voice as I think of my family. Especially my little brother. "Usually she is kind and loving. A little judgemental perhaps, but I love her anyways. We are identical twins. She is more athletic than I am and definitely not clumsy. Maybe a little but that is only with a knife. That is about it. So I know the Original type of vampires. Tell me about you. What are your kinds of traits?"
"I do not know what you mean by Original type, but-" he stopped.
A few moments later, the waitress approached. "Do you need anything?"
"Another coke," Edwards said, looking at her.
Dazzled, she smiles. "Coming right up." She walks away from the table.
"We really shouldn't talk about this in a crowded restaurant," he told me.
"Sorry. Habit. Do you want to go some place private?" I asked.
Edward looked at me incredulously. "And risk killing you?''
'Let me ask you this," I lean forward. "What are you doing in Port Angeles? I take it, it wasn't to go shopping for the spring dance, seeing as you are driving me to Seattle."
"I feel very protective of you," Edward admitted, looking at me seriously.
"So you followed me," I sum up.
"I was trying to keep my distance unless you needed my help. Then I heard what those low lifes were thinking."
"Yeah. Those were some major dicks who definitely need to be taught a lesson. Hold up- you said you heard what they were thinking? So you read minds?"
"I can read every mind in this room-"
"Apart from mine," I finished, remembering him saying he usually read people like an open book but not me.
"Exactly," Edward confirmed. "It is very frustrating not knowing what you are thinking."
"You could just ask me," I say. The waitress brings the bill, and Edward pays.
"Would you tell me the truth?" He raises an eyebrow as the waitress leaves.
"Maybe. It depends on the day. I'm not going to let out my pain, but I might give you a thought or two."
Edward nods, looking at me curiously.
"What?" I question with a small frown.
He says, "You are very o his Volvo, and I get out my phone and text Damon to call me in an hour.
"Who is that?"
The question wasn't protective like some guys would be. It was one that was purely curious, like he wanted to know as much as he could about me.
"My friend. Damon. I haven't talked to him in a couple of days, and there is drama back at home. I want him to call me to fill me in."
"So I should be expecting you to receive a call," Edward says.
I shake my head. "No. I told him to call me in an hour. So you've got an hour."
"You wanted to know more about me. About what I am. I don't really know where to start," Edward admitted.
"I'll ask specific questions to help," I said. "How do you transition into a vampire?"
"It's the bite. Our bite has venom in it that starts the process. It spreads throughout our body, feeling like we are on fire. A few days later, it stops, and we wake up as a vampire."
"Intense. So do you have to be dying? Or could it be in any circumstances?" I question.
It could happen to anyone. But my father Carlisle, he wouldn't do this to anyone who wasn't dying," says Edward.
I nod. "Okay. I'm guessing you have super speed and strength. What else?"
"We can see in the dark, which makes us dangerous predators, added together with everything else. Some of us... some of us have abilities."
"Like mind reading?" I questiom.
"Yes," Edward says. "That is my ability. Emmett's is strength. Jasper can feel and manipulate emotions. Carlisle... he says he has none, but we all think he has super self-control. He's never tasted human blood except for a brief second when he turned us. Alice can see the future, but the future is subjective. I mean it could always change. Esme doesn't seem to have an ability, but that is okay because she is like a mother to all of us except Carlisle."
"What about Rosalie?" I ask softly, my voice turning to an intrigued tone.
"She does not have one either, but some say she has enhanced beauty," Edward chuckles with a fond smile.
"I wouldn't be surprised," I say honestly. "She's gorgeous."
Edward smiles at me. "There is no way to get you to run away is there?"
"You want me to run away screaming 'The Cold Ones are coming! The Cold Ones are coming!'? You are one strange vampire Edward Cullen. I'm not doing that.. You don't scare me."
Edward made a quick sudden swerve and parked into a non lit parking lot. "You should be."
"Well, I am not. You've got to learn to accept it. I've been around the supernatural for two years. You aren't going to scare me away that easily." I look at him.
"You aren't scared to be alone right now with me?"
I shake my head. "My life is crap. This is nothing compared to it. How well can your family control their thirst?"
"They are moderated good at it except Jasper who is new to the group," said Edward. "He has a more difficult time controlling it." He started driving again. I continued to question him, and we soon turned into my driveway.
I looked at him. "Thank you for the ride home. It was nice talking to you and learning more about you."
I went inside, and Damon calls me.
"Hey Damon," I greet.
"Hey Isa. How are you holding up?"
"Crap, like usual. I'm alright I guess. I was on danger again today," I say. "But don't worry. Ric trained me well."
"What happened?" Damon asks in a neutral voice to cover up his worry.
"I was hearded, but I think I broke one of their noses. It's all good. How's Elena?"
"Still emotionless," Damon sighs. "She doesn't want the cure. And she is trying to help Rebekah get it."
"Why would Rebekah want the cure?" I ask
"Good question. I guess she wants to raise a family and live a human life."
"Like Stefan," I realize.
"And Elena," Damon says. "She wants to be human, just not right now because she has her humanity off."
I sighed. "Why do our lives have to be so screwed up?"
"I don't know, Isa," Damon said. "I don't know."
We got off the phone soon after.