Chapter 5

"Don't..." I warned.

"It's different, very different, I don't know why." He muttered, pulling at his hair, then left the room.

I sighed when he left, door closing behind him. I didn't understand. First he acted like a predator, then like a man who was struggling with an addiction, struggling to keep away and stay clean, and the next he was angry, fustrated. I was very grateful that he could control himself. This was the first time in a long time that he fed from a human and he was able to stop. Maybe I'm not so dead after all.

After a few minutes that sensation between my legs dissapated. Never have I ever felt such a strong desire to placate my need. I bet it would have been amazing if-wait, what am I thinking?! Gah, dammit Bella!

This isn't how Stockholm Syndrome appears right? I don't know, I never felt the need to look into it. I don't think so I mean it's only been a day...

Maybe he is a monster, being able to have this affect. Even I'm weak to it.

So he's fast, he has killer eyesight if he could drive at 200 miles an hour without turning us into a volvo pretzel around a tree, he glitters under sunlight, and his venom...rather than paralyzing it cancels out the flight signal from my bloodstream having the same result. The prey doesn't try to run or fight.

It was so amazing...what I got addicted and became docile?! I banged my head down, forgetting it was on the headboard.

"Ow..." It won't happen if I don't forget he's the enemy. Where is he anyway?

It's been a pretty long time since he left. Maybe he ran away just like last time?

I tugged on the binds. If my feet were free I could prop myself up and untie it with my teeth. I kept tugging but it was no use, it was a tangled mess of knots.

If I could break free and call someone...How long would it take for me to get there?

Most likely he could beat me to it. Maybe Dad wouldn't believe me if I told him it was a vampire.

If there's vampires, what other beings are out there?

After a while longer I started getting hungry but thankfully he was back.

"I'm assuming you're hungry." I nodded. He untied my hands and went to untie my ankles.

"...Where did you go?"

"Away from you."

"It's wrong to treat me like I'm the one torturing you, like you're the one being tied down and fed on." I told him.

"I know." He said, his tone a bit angrier.

"I brought groceries. I don't...know what you usually eat so I bought random things." He said as he left. I followed determined to find something edible in the kitchen.

He wasn't kidding the slightest bit when he said 'random'. There was pasta and Ragu but there was also canned cream of mushroom soup which I never had, parsnips which I never used, a really large white turnip, an array of fruits and vegetables, and some disposables. He stood there watching me go through the bags.

At least there's cereal.

"Is this...fine?" He asked bashfully.

"Well...I wouldn't let you go shopping on your own until you knew better." I said, kind of laughing.

"Humans are complicated." He defended.

"I don't think so. People just...aren't open enough. But they can't help it, just like how you can't help acting the way you do."

"If I could change things I would."

"Well...why are you like this?"

"Carlisle turned me when I was on my deathbed. He was lonely. I don't hate him for doing it but..."

"I understand."

"Do you?"

"Loneliness?" I shrugged. "I don't know if you haven't noticed but I'm not exactly popular. But for once cheerleaders aren't popular." I said, rolling the tomatoes around.

"Do you want to be?"

"No way! I don't thrive on attention; I like being alone. I just don't like how people treat introverts. I'm not weird, and I hate that sometimes I feel like I have to wonder. I didn't think things would be different here so I wasn't disappointed, fitting in I mean."

"Why don't you?"

"Um...I've had to grow up fast, take care of myself and my mother. I'm not complainning but I wonder if that's why I don't fit in, lack of social skills, and can't relate to people my age. But oh well." I moved to rince the tomatoes, he followed me to the sink.

"Is that why you're so accepting your current situation, you're just used to accepting things?"

"...I'm proactive not reactive."

"You're incredibly mature for your age. I knew you were different just by what you said to Jessica; I didn't need to read your mind."

"You...can read minds?"

"Is that weird?" He joked.

"No."

"Really?"

"Well...humans are instinctual, it's almost the same." He looked at me like he was trying to figure me out.

"Are trying to read my mind? Can you?"

"No, not exactly and no, not you for some reason."

"...so I am different."

"It's good, I'm not going insane with endless ramblings of 'oh Josh is so cute' and 'what do I wear to the dance?!'." I laughed out loud.

"Poor you."

"Yes, poor me." He said rubbing his forehead.

"Are you going to keep watching me?" I asked, moving on to mincing garlic.

"Can't I?"

"Well...yeah, I don't mind." What if I seem so human that he won't think of me as food? Or can he not help it like how lions can't be friends with zebras and only see them as food?

"Can I ask you somethings then?" He shrugged.

"Do I look like food to you?" He looked down at the produce then back at me.

"No?"

"I mean, like a blood bag; is that what I look like to you."

"No, you look like a person. You're just...edible and...you smell nice."

"I smell nice?"

"...like flowers." Blood rushed into my cheeks. Why am I blushing?

"Y-you smell nice too." He scoffed at that.

"You're skilled with the knife." He said, referring to my expert chef-like chopping. "Would you aspire to be a chef?"

"I don't enjoy cooking. My food just happens to taste good. There's patterns in cooking and when you notice them it's easy. I ant to be a novelist or an aditor at least."

"You like the classics."

"Yeah, and the realism ones and some fantasy stuff too. They're entertainning. They teach lessons with examples and I think it's beneficial to the youth. People should read more books and less tabloids."

"I know you hate gossip."

"Mhmm." I used a spoon to scoop out some to taste.

"Do you food?" I asked him.

"No, our bodies function differently."

"So you save on food." He laughed.

"Yes we do. Does it taste good?"

"Yeah." I aed in the pasta and served some up after stirring.

"I feel awkward eting when you're not."

"I did just eat."

"...why did it feel that what when you...?"

"I don't know. A mild sedative?" I wouldn't say mild...

"When I attacked those men I snapped their neck first and I didn't feel that."

"You...felt it too?"

"...perhaps I was filled with hate back then." He said, in a tone that said that was it on the subject.

Wow, a lot of dialogue this time, yikes.

I hope my first hand at Edward's POV ever was good, A lot is the same from the previous chapters but I did try to skip over stuff and change things completely, putting in Edward's thoughts and all. Anyhoo, how was your week? I'm genuinely curious, you all come from different cities and towns around the world.

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