Chapter 8 - Procrastination

A/N: Okay, so I did some research, and apparently in America, school finishes at 2pm. I don't really want to change what I've written, because I live in Britain, so I'll just leave it. Here's the next chapter. Read and Review!

I didn't want to confront Jasper Hale, or any of the other Cullens. I didn't know how to. What was I meant to do, walk up to them and say 'Hey, just thought you out to know, I know you're vampires'. Of course not. Plus, Jasper said I could be in danger if I told anyone. He had most likely assumed I already knew. I was already in danger, from Travers and whoever he was working with. Vampires were the last thing I needed right now.

So I kept quiet. I acted normal all through the school day, until Biology. How could I act normal when I sat next to him, when I had only just discovered he wasn't human? I sat down like every other day and pulled out various textbooks and a pencil. This would be easy, I told myself. Jasper Hale wasn't talking to me, therefore, so long as I didn't talk to him, I'd be able to act normal.

Mr Molina began the class and I took notes. Jasper stared at me for about twenty minutes of the lesson, then looked at his book when he realised I wouldn't be talking. When the bell rang, I stood up and left the classroom before him. I breathed a sigh of relief when I got outside. I walked towards the gates to get home, and had just left them when someone spoke.

"Evvy?" Jasper. He was talking to me, which would have been good, if I wasn't trying to ignore him. I turned around and moved away from the gate so that other people could get out. I could see Jasper's siblings standing near their car, waiting for him. They were talking to each other, a pleasant surprise since they had taken to glaring at me recently. Jessica was next to Angela, looking at me with a massive smile plastered on her face, that was probably fake.

"Yes?" I asked. He hesitated, unusual since the Cullens were generally seen as the confident ones. Then I had a horrible thought. What if he was going to ask me to prom? The idea was absurd, but Tyler Crowley had already asked me. I had told him I was going with someone else, even though prom was so far away. I crossed my fingers behind my back that Jasper wouldn't ask me.

"You dropped this." I mentally cursed myself. He was holding out my wand. I stuttered.

"Oh, er, well...thank you," I took it off him carefully, and my hand accidentally brushed against his. His skin was ice cold. I hadn't been expecting that, but it made sense; he was technically dead.

"What is it?" The one question I had hoped he would forget about. He said it casually, as if it were nothing. I thought fast.

"It's my stick," I said, mentally face palming. It had somehow sounded less stupid when I took a millisecond to think it out. I continued, feeling like an idiot. "It's my stick," I repeated. "I carry it around with me. All the time." I wanted to be eaten up by the ground. Now, instead of the girl he hated, I was the girl he hated who carried around a stick. He was smirking as he answered.

"It's a very nice stick." He commented, leaning against the wall next to the gate. He frowned slightly.

"Yes." I nodded as I spoke, unsure of what else to say. "See you tomorrow, then." I turned, making my escape before he said anything else. He nodded and walked back to his siblings.

I shoved my wand into my pocket and walked home. Hopefully he didn't know anything. Did vampires know about wizards and witches? We knew about them, so surely they'd know about us?

I sat in my room later, deep in thought. I needed to find out who Travers was working with, but how? If he was working with anyone, it would be death-eaters who never went back to Azkaban. Lucious Malfoy and his wife? They never went back, but they changed. It wouldn't be then. What about death-eaters who go away after the war? Ones that weren't in Voldemort's immediate circle of followers, they would do this. They'd work for Travers, because they wouldn't have gotten much power before.

So, It'd be death-eaters that we wouldn't have heard of. They must have remained undercover. That gave me no leads whatsoever. What about vampires? No, they didn't have the right to hold or use a wand, it was mentioned in one of my school books at Hogwarts.

"I should just tell him I know," I muttered under my breath as I washed the dishes after dinner. "I mean, how much longer can I hold it off," I placed another plate on the rack. I could easily use magic to get the dishes done in two minutes, but Charlie was in the living room, and he knew I had just started. "How am I meant to tell him anyway?" I washed another plate. I decided I should just forget about it. The Cullens were taking up all my time lately, when I should have been focusing on why I was here in the first place. It was their fault; they did a terrible job of hiding their secret. The regular people should have figured it out. I mean, who had golden eyes?

Charlie had been busier with work for the last few weeks, because of the two murders that had occured. It was definitely the most dangerous case Forks had ever had. I couldn't get any further with Travers, so I had contacted the Ministry for any files on death-eaters that weren't well known. In the meantime, I was trying to work out how the Cullens had golden eyes as opposed to red.

I turned on the computer downstairs and thought. Then, I typed in Forks death rates for the last year. 13. That made no sense. How had the Cullens survived on only thirteen humans for the past year? Maybe… maybe they killed people outside of Forks? I searched up Port Angeles death rates. The number was higher because Port Angeles had a very high crime rate, but it still wasn't enough. I sighed and looked out of the window to see if Charlie was back yet. A bird flew past and perched on a thin tree branch. It chirped, but I heard no sound because of the window. My eyes widened. I turned back to the computer and typed quickly. Animal death rates, Forks, Washington. I scrolled through the results. Forks' overpopulation of deer had gone down, as well as bears, in the last two years. I was pretty sure Jessica said they moved here a couple of years ago.

They drank animal blood. The discovery felt like a relief for some reason, but I didn't know why. Maybe it was the thought of the Cullens killing people, draining then dry, that scared me. They killed animals. It felt as if a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders.

I arrived at school the next day feeling unsure, despite my discovery. Jessica prattled on about boys, stupid teachers and prom, even though it was so far away. Then she bombarded me with questions about Jasper Hale, as if I knew every little thing about him. All I did was sit next to him and endure his hatred of me. She thought we had some sort of secret relationship going on, and that we pretended not to be friends to throw people off. I ignored her.

In English I took my usual seat in front of Edward Cullen. The teacher droned on about a book I hadn't read and Mike kept trying to catch my eye. He threw a piece of paper on my desk. I sighed.

Cullen is staring at you

I turned around. Edward Cullen was frowning at me as if I had just called him a mudblood or something. He looked confused, an expression which often found its way onto his face. He saw me looking at him and frowned even more. I turned back to the front. Mike Newton threw me another note.

Should I tell him to stop after class?

I laughed under my breath, then stopped, realising Edward could hear me. I tore the corner of my page, deciding to stop Mike. It would have been funny to see, but I knew it wasn't fair.

No, it's fine. I'm sure he'll get bored of it.

I folded it several times and flicked it onto Mike's desk. Then I tried to pay attention to the lesson. I never used to pass notes this much at Hogwarts. Muggle school just seemed like a burden now though. If only I looked older.

I never had Biology today, which was a good thing. I had no idea how to break it to the Cullens that I knew, so I was avoiding it.

Charlie wasn't home when I opened the front door after school. I assumed he was still at work, but part of me was worried that Travers or another death-eater had found them. "Don't be stupid," I muttered, dropping my satchel onto my bed and locking my door non-verbally. "Just because they know about your owl doesn't mean they know where you live."

The longer Charlie was gone the more I worried, and when he finally came home it was almost midnight. He looked exhausted and worried, no doubt because of everything going on at the police station. He apologised, then asked me how my day was. I told him it was the same as usual and asked him about his. They had no leads on the murder of the man in Port Angeles, but Roskilly's case had been dismissed as an animal attack a while ago.

I thought of something that had been bothering me recently. "What animal killed Roskilly?" He frowned slightly, giving me a strange look.

"A bear, we think." A bear. The newspaper hadn't said any details about the condition of the body though. Had he been drained of all blood? That would be hard for the Cullens to cover up, no doubt people would be suspicious of how it happened, if it did. I hoped it hadn't. I had only just reassured myself yesterday that they killed animals, not humans. Now I was worrying myself again.

What else did I have to do though? The Ministry would have replied in a couple of days, so I had until then to think about anything besides death-eaters. Vampires were the only other thing bothering me. What if… what if I just didn't tell the Cullens I knew? That wouldn't make a difference to anything. I would stop asking questions when weird things happened, that would be good for them, and I wouldn't have to think about it at all.

A/N: This is short, but in my defence I already posted a chapter this week, plus I'm lacking inspiration. I was following the book when I wrote the first few chapters, but now I don't have a copy, so I've nothing to go by. Also, this chapter ended kind of badly, I apologise.