Bella's POV
People can have more than one place in which they feel safe and secure, it can be a room, a building, a nook or a cranny. This place may not be their home but a place which they call their home away from home, where they spend a significant amount of time that even the very essence of this place becomes mingled with their own. They leave their mark in this place and in return the place knows them, knows the foundations and intricacies of their very being. It offers them comfort and security, It knows their habits, their quirks and their darkest and richest secrets. All the good, the bad and the ugly. My home away from home? The blooming hospital. I'm basically a VIP in this place. Back in Phoenix, whenever I (usually) hobbled into the emergency room, the workers would rush over and lay an Oscars event worthy red carpet before me. The carpet would then lead to a special waiting room chair which was roped off smack bang in the middle of the room, made of a gold-sprayed wooden frame (the hospital was on a tight budget so they couldn't afford an actual gold throne) and plush velvet cushions. On the backrest of this beautiful piece of furniture there was a gold plated plaque which stated 'Reserved for Isabella Swan.'
Well I believe that that is the treatment I should have had every time I made my entrance into the hospital. I kept the people there in business. Because of me those Doctors and Nurses had jobs. I was on a first name basis with all the emergency room staff and I mean all the 'around the clock' staff. My clumsiness has no bounds, awareness of time or logic. Sometimes my clumsiness defies logic. I tripped over an air molecule once and broke my arm. An invisible but always present around you air molecule. Now I'm obtaining mild concussions from looking at people. Well she's not just a stunning anybody she's an ethereal, out of this world being, but still! Way to make an entrance Bella! She'll think I'm a proper 'needs to be bubbled-wrapped' twit now. I grumble a little and try to get comfortable on the hospital bed. At least the beds are quite cool. Pressing buttons on the remote thingamajig will keep me entertained for at least 20 minutes if I get bored.
The ambulance journey over to the hospital was quite enjoyable since I was still on a high from finding out that the golden eyed woman of my unconsciousness is real but as the short journey progressed the goofy smile slowly began to fade as my blonde haired beauty induced haze started to clear and thoughts of my current situation became prominent.
Thought numero uno: The person I continuously dream of is real but I know that I've never seen her before in my life I mean if you had seen someone like that I'm sure you will remember them until your dying day so to quote Mr Double Rainbow dude 'What does this mean?!' I may or may not freak out about this later. Note to self: freak out about this later.
Thought number two: I am 50% sure she was looking at me just as intensely as I was looking at her, the other 50% of me believes that because I have found out that she is real and not just a character of my very vivid imagination, maybe I was imagining the intense soul searching look. Maybe she just glanced and I read too much into it. If the latter is true then I am screwed because never have I ever felt this before (takes a swig from the imaginary beer bottle) and I don't think normal teenage crushes are meant to feel like this, like you're attached to the other person by a string, one end attached to your heart and the other to theirs, binding you together so that every moment you live through you feel compelled to share it with them.
Thought number three: I fainted, I awoke and she was gone. People are normally curious of such medical incidents. I mean it's a small town and events like these rarely happen and they make great gossip stories. I remember everyone else being there except for the person who unknowingly caused the commotion. Why did she go? Did I do something wrong? Is she just not interested? Does she think I'm not worthy of her attention? For God's sake what is her name? Does she swing my way? Is she single? Would she be able to sway my way? Oh my god does she have a boyfriend? Please don't have anyone!
I was no longer smiling. The frown on my face was proof of that. I don't know much about her at all besides from her flawless looks and how she makes me feel and here I was thinking of dates, proposals, weddings, honeymoons...beaches...bikinis...sunscreen...massages...snap out of it Bells!
The leering look is also washed away from my face when the curtain of the bed I'm on is pushed back to reveal a insanely handsome and fairly young doctor who has perfect pale skin, perfectly styled blonde hair and gentle golden eyes.
I must resemble a deer caught in the headlights at the moment, I try to say something but all that comes out is a squeak. He has golden eyes. They must be related, an eye colour like that is so uncommon that before seeing her I had never seen eyes that colour. I clear my throat and try to speak again but he speaks before I even open my mouth.
"Miss...Swan," he says my surname after checking the file in his hand, "I am Doctor Cullen." He pulls his hand out towards me.
I clear my throat once again and shake his proffered hand. His hand is cool to the touch, not icy or freezing just cool, like when you pour warm water on your arm and it evaporates, leaving that cooling sensation behind.
"Nice to meet you Doctor, please call me Bella," I say, looking the doctor in the eyes, I can feel heat spreading through my cheeks when the doctor gives a small smile and those golden eyes soften even further with amusement. Damn it Charlie, you and your inherited characteristics!
"It is nice to meet you too Bella although the circumstances could be better. Now I'm just going to do a quick check up and then you should be able to leave here in no time." Doctor Cullen says while pulling out a small flashlight. He flashes the light in my eyes and I fight the urge to close them immediately. Kinda bright there Doc.
"Can you tell me what day it is today Bella?" I give the Doc a disbelieving look and reply.
"Monday 2nd March"
"Great Bella and who is the president?"
"Mr. Obama"
"Excellent, now are you feeling dizzy? Nauseas? Have a headache?"
The curtain is pulled back once more to reveal a sweaty and red faced Charlie Swan.
"BELLA! Honey, are you okay? What happened kiddo? Is she hurt Doc? Is it serious? Damn it! Sue and Renee are gonna freak!" Dad starts to blast of questions while getting dangerously close to Dr. Cullen. For a moment it seemed like he was going to grab a hold of the good Doctor's shoulders and shake the answers out of him.
"Char-Da-Dad! I'm okay!" I try to reassure Charlie but his questions are slightly overwhelming especially when he is completely losing his cool in front of the calm and collected Dr. Cullen.
"Chief Swan, I assure you Bella here is completely fine besides from a small bump on her head which should be healed within the week. Now Bella can you tell me what you remember you were feeling just before you fainted?" Dr. Cullen turns towards me with a kind questioning gaze.
Now I could tell him the complete truth and nothing but the truth but I don't want to be admitted into a psychiatric ward so early on in my high school career. I am sure there are a lot more traumatising times to come so I think leaving a few bits and bobs out from the flashback is the way to go.
"Erm sure Doctor. I remember I started to feel slightly panicky from seeing all the students and not knowing anyone and erm I may have not been breathing either. I think I was just overwhelmed." I shrug to emphasise my point and look up at the doctor with my best wide eyed puppy dog look.
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The doctor looks stunned for a moment and his eyes widen when he sees the look on my face but then his expression changes gradually back to his normal kind eyed look and a smile adorns his lips.
"Ah first day jitters," he finally speaks, "just try taking deep breaths next time you feel overwhelmed and you should be fine!"
I hear Charlie release a relived sigh. I turn from the doctor to look towards dad.
"Thank God Bells, you nearly scared your old man to an early grave" Charlie twitched the left side of his moustache twice before grinning at me and reaching over to ruffle my birds nest like hair.
"Thank you Doctor, is it okay to take her home?" Charlie asks politely.
"Please call me Carlisle Chief Swan, I'll just write a sick note for Bella for missing school today and then you can be on your way."
"Well then you can call me Charlie, I insist, hey your kids go to Forks High too right?"
"Yes three of my children are Juniors and two are seniors."
"That's great Bells! You'll know three people now!"
I internally groan while I externally grin embarrassedly at .
Wait three are juniors and two are seniors? Did he have triplets one year and twins the next? Damn Doc what are you? The super producer?
"That is actually a great idea, I'll tell them about you Bella and they'll keep a look out for you. Though they seem a bit reclusive I promise you they are good kids. They've just had a... rough start in life." The Doctor shifts a bit before continuing. "There's Alice who is a bundle of energy, she is kind of small and always happy. Jasper is quite shy and quiet but he is good at heart. Edward is very thoughtful and quite the musician but can come across as broody, but don't mind him. Those three are the juniors," Doctor Cullen gives a quick description of his kids with a proud smile. He takes a deep breath and then continues, "Emmett is very, very tall and muscular but he's maturity is that of a mischievous child and Rosalie is fiercely protective and stubborn but she's very loyal once you have earned her trust, those two are seniors."
"Are they triplets and twins?" I blurt out without another thought. Whoops! Foot in mouth alert, I repeat foot in mouth alert!
He laughs when I cover my mouth with my hands, "No they are my adoptive children," he replies softly.
I back track a bit and feel as though I've been struck in the head by a lightening like brain wave. Oh my...I- I errrrr just felt my heart stutter at the last name that fell from the Doctors lips as it finally clicked in my brain that I had just found out that beautiful girls name. She couldn't be Alice because he said Alice is small and the girl I saw before I was whizzed here was small and pixie like, so if my intelligence is correct, which sometimes I have to say does fail me notoriously, that only leaves Rosalie. Although a Rose or in her case an angel by any other name will be as sweet, it fits my goddess perfectly. At last! A name! Rosalie...Rosalie...Rose... I feel a purr resonate within me and a content sigh escape my lips, which can also be called my two blushing pilgrims...definitely not the time to be Romeo.
Now just to be sure...
"Sorry Doctor is err..does...erm... I mean...," I could feel the heat travel from my cheeks to all over my face. I could also tell that I most likely resemble a tomato right about now, "urhmm, does Rosalie have long blonde hair and the most beau- hiccup-amber eyes?"
The doctor gives me a studious look before replying.
"Yes, have you met?"
"Nope nope just a passing glance." I avert my gaze when I answer.
"Oh, anyway I'll be sure to tell them about you and then you won't have to worry so much at school, now if you'll excuse me," He nods towards Charlie, "Chief Swan, I'll just get the discharge forms ready and the note for school and then you can leave."
"Thank you so much Carlisle once again" Charlie says politely. Dr. Cullen smiles once more before pulling back the curtain and leaving me alone with Charlie.
"So Bells, ready to go home?"
Edward's POV (day before school starts)
I had run to Port Angeles to get a new book from the quaint little bookstore that was there. I was about to return to Forks when I saw the same type of white cloth as the one in the meadow lying on a bench a few paces away from me. I looked around me and made sure that no humans were there and then flashed over to the bench. I picked up the cloth and unravelled it to reveal another message from King Royce.
"Dear Edward,
I am waiting for you at your meadow.
Veni, Vidi, Vici,
Rex Royce"
My eyes widened in surprise. King Royce wanted to see me now? Without further hesitation I ran in the direction of my meadow. The book I bought long forgotten on the bench I had found the message on, in my excitement I had dropped it without a second thought.
I reached the edge of my meadow and a figure was standing in the middle, surrounded by over grown grass, with their back towards me. A deep purple silk cape adorning their shoulders and trailing towards the ground.
King Royce turned around and I immediately dropped to my knees and bowed. After a moment I lifted my head and looked upon the Kings face and an expression of awe overtook mine. He looked as though he was still 30, although his pale skin had taken on a slightly translucent quality. His deep brown hair was slicked back and a small goatee was present on his chin as well as a moustache curled at the tips. His eyes were a deep murky red, a sign of his real age, the expression on his face one of tiredness. He looked the same as all the pictures representing him in vampiric history books except for the expression. The dark wars had not done him good and his expression was proof of this as well as the thoughts running through his mind. Rosalie's name present in nearly every single one. Intriguing to say the least. How does he know Rose?
"Your highness it is an honour to be in your presence and to be singled out by you," I spoke earnestly, "We thought you were no more sire, how is it possible that you are here before me?"
"Dear Edward," His voice was a deep baritone but it was clear to the point of being crystal, no husk whatsoever, "I need your help gravely, there are some things which I need to reveal to you but you must take a Binding Ash Oath to not tell another being the things I tell you today, do you understand Edward? I am here today to ask you to help me restore the order of the vampires, help me Edward to keep my daughter safe and take my rightful place." He finished of softly and looked at me beseechingly.
"My liege I will help you in whatever way you require just tell me what it is you need me to do. Who is the blood singer? Do you mean the blood singer in the oracle's poem? A daughter?" I was confused, the blood singer was just a poem, a song, an initiation code. Vampires can have children? I tried to read his thoughts but he had seemed to have put up a mental block.
"I'll explain child but first will you go through with the binding oath?"
The Binding Ash Oath is a promise made between two vampires, an unbreakable promise which is confirmed and sealed with vampire blood. Its magic is old, dark and mysterious. No one knows how it is upheld but any vampire who goes against the conditions on which the oath was sealed on is submerged into spontaneous blue flames, the hottest of all flames, until all that remains of them is ash.
I contemplated this for a moment and a silence surrounded us, all that was heard was the occasional rustle of the overgrown plants.
"Yes." A simple answer for a heavy promise.
A look of relief washed over the agitated expression on the Kings face.
"Then dear Edward bare your forearm for me and I shall complete this necessity quickly and move onto more relative matters." He ordered me while unbuttoning the cuff of his shirt and pushing up the sleeve.
I complied quickly, still kneeling on the floor. He pulled out a normal Swiss army knife but the blade was made from diamond, hard enough to cut through vampire skin, and cut a line straight down the inside of his forearm, the wound was not that deep because the blood seeped out slowly and didn't gush out like they portray in horror movies.
He then reached for my arm and did the same. I didn't even flinch, too mesmerised by the blood seeping from his arm. The colour was so deep a crimson that it was almost like old burgundy. Another sign of how old and powerful he was.
"Come now Edward," He put out his arm and gripped just below the inside of my elbow, he tugged on me so that I was now on my feet. I mimicked the hold he had on me until our forearms were aligned and our blood mixed.
"By the ancient blood running through our veins I ask thee Edward Masen Cullen to swear upon an Ash Oath that you shall never reveal what was revealed upon to you today. Do you accept?" King Royce's voice had seemed to amplify without him even raising his voice, a slight echo flowed through the meadow and the wind picked up intensity a bit so that everything seemed as though it was more active than before.
"I agree." I spoke clearly noting that my voice seemed amplified also. The air around our touched forearms seem to ripple, creating a tunnel in which our arms were encased. The tunnel seemed to waver back and forth until it stilled with a metallic sound. I removed my grip on his arm and watched as the wound began to glow a bright blue until the skin weaved back together, eclipsing the glow until nothing was left but a perfectly unblemished arm. I could feel the magic the oath had left behind within my body, a sort of low simmering heat running through my veins.
King Royce took in an unnecessary deep breath and then spoke with an air of grave seriousness.
"Me and Aro used to maintain the vampire way of life since nearly the beginning of time. You know of the three elders, do you not?"
I nodded my head and sat on the ground cross legged in the same manner I would have done as a child when listening to a story, such a powerful presence King Royce eludes that you are forced to feel inferior and listen attentively to every word that falls from his lips and stay put at his feet.
With a slight nod of his head he carries on with his story. "High elder Royceus, which is I, Elder Aros, who is Aro, and the third. We shall not speak of the third since she was destroyed and is not a problem anymore. We have changed our names slightly to meld into the modern times. Anyway we ruled together in peace for many years, like brothers, equals, until the power and control went to Aro's head. He started to become more severe in punishments of those who had broken our laws, almost borderline sadistic, he terrorised covens for amusement, even if they had committed no crime and recruited the gifted amongst the covens to be his private guards. Little did I know that those guards were many in number and resembled an army. He wanted the ultimate power of the vampires and wanted us to become rulers of the human race, treat and breed them like cattle and use them for our own satisfaction." He stopped for a moment, his eyes closed and a frown evident upon his radiant face.
"I became aware of his plan and told him I was against it, he then decided that I must be removed hence the Dark war had began. Brother against brother. My guards although few in number were graciously gifted and could outwit all the members of Aro's army but alas there were too many of them and my gaurds were destroyed. At the end of the war the battlefield was set alight, even though I was heavily wounded I managed to escape with the cover of the thick black smoke and news of my death travelled throughout the world. I have been hiding since then and have managed to recruit a few vampires to help me overcome Aro and take back my throne but dear Edward there has been speculation of the blood singer being born who is the final key to taking back what is mine."
He pauses once more and looks at me, "Edward, more than the throne I wish to have my daughter back and you can help me do that."
"Who is your daughter, your highness, who is the blood singer?"
"Rosalie. She was conceived out of pure love. A gift. She was born with holy blood and is my greatest treasure. She has the ability to be more powerful than any vampire to ever set foot on this Earth. I tried to keep her safe during the wars but when I escaped I didn't realise that she was left behind. Aro used one of my former guard members, Sophia, a vampire with the ability to erase ones memories and plant false ones to give them a make believe life. I don't know what memories she gave her but the blood singer is the one who can bring her memories back, according to the prophecy, and that shall not happen under any circumstance. Until the right time. If her memories come back she will try to seek out Aro for revenge and he will kill her immediately. Find out who they are and keep them away from her, if not physically then emotionally. I need her to be kept safe Edward. And not be used as a tool by Aro. As her elder brother by bond you need to keep her safe. I beg of you child keep her safe" He sobbed heartbreakingly, his voice cracked at the end of the speech. He turned away from me and covered his eyes with his right hand; his left was balled up into a fist.
My poor sister Rosalie, believing a life that is not really hers, a painful human life and an unwanted vampire one. How could he plant such painful memories into my sister, making her bitter towards the world? I could feel the rage I had towards Aro burning within me. If I had him within my grasp right now he would wish for a mercy that would never come.
I got up unto my feet and placed a hand on the Kings shoulder.
"I will protect her till my death, I promise you and I promise Rosalie but how would I know who the Blood singer is?"
"Use your gift precious child and you'll know and thank you, I shall forever be in you debt." He turned around and placed both hands on my shoulders with a small smile on his face. He looked into my eyes for a moment before speaking again.
"I must leave now, but I shall be in contact with you again soon, when the time has come." He then ran away in vampire speed without looking back. I came out of the weak shock of his sudden departure and composed myself before running back to the house. The worry and fear I had for my sister present in my mind and the weight of the responsibility of keeping her safe heavy on my shoulders.
I shall protect you to the best of my ability sister...
Still Edward's POV (Present Day)
The moment the new girl was within my line of sight I could tell that she was the one. The glorious fragrance of her blood, sweet like vanilla, fresh like watermelon and the femininity of Damask Rose. It was delicious but also refreshing and I felt like as though I was a stranded man on a desert island dying of thirst and that was the only nectar which would appease it. All around me people were thinking of the new girl and I was more interested in her blood. Time seemed to freeze as I saw her looking around and then stopping at something which was on my right. A gust of wind seemed to rush past her and carry her scent straight to me and I lost it. I NEEDED THAT BLOOD AND I NEEDED IT NOW!
I see her fall mere seconds before I reach her but something peculiar happens. I can't hear her thoughts.
"Use your gift precious child"
"EDWARD NO!"
The king's words and Alice's cry bounce around in my head and using the last ounce of will power I have I veer off towards the tree line just when I'm about a foot away from her.
I can hear someone running behind me but I use my speed to curve in and out of the trees and find a diverted way to get to the meadow. The running behind me ceases about 10 minutes later and I use my vampire sense of direction to head towards the meadow.
Once there I see a white cloth lying on the ground.
"Edward," It reads, "The Blood singer is found, well done, now keep my Rose safe, do your duty as her brother. Do whatever it takes. I will see you personally soon.
Veni, vidi ,vici, Rex Royce."
I didn't even get a good look at the girl; all I could concentrate on was her blood. I would keep her away from Rosalie as best as I could no matter what sacrifices I would have to make, but right now I am in no state to go back to the school. I groan while thinking about how my reaction would cause havoc with the others. Carlisle must have been informed by now of how I lost control.
I flash back to the school but keep my distance. I can smell Rosalie's scent faintly showing that she must have run to tell Carlisle. I sniff to see if I could smell a fresh hit of her scent but get back nothing. Good she's not here. I can strongly smell the Blood Singer though, my knees buckle and my mouth waters. She is going to be a serious test of my control but I'll do it for Rosalie. I would have done the same for any of my other siblings but Rosalie holds a special place in this heart of mine because she was my first ever sibling. The one who I have known longer than the others except for Carlisle and Esme.
After checking that everything was safe for now I make my way towards home and try to come up with a plan to keep the two away.
Bella's POV
After we got home and Charlie explained to Sue what happened she became the epitome of mother hen and I have to admit that I liked the extra attention since I was in need of some affection to get rid of the homesickness I was feeling.
I have been on the living room couch since I have got home and it's about the time when Leah and Seth should be coming home from school.
"Move out of the way dude! Natures calling really badly!" I hear Seth shout at Leah before a slight banging noise and a feminine "Oooph."
"Seth you fucking...fucking...wild pig! You held it in all the way from school you could have held it in a bit longer!" She shouts out after him as Seth runs pass the living room and straight upstairs towards the Bathroom.
Leah enters the living room while rubbing at her shoulder. She gives me a small smirk.
"Hey Bells, how was your first day at school?"
I fumble with the blanket wrapped around me and answer while looking at my fumbling hands.
"I technically never went, I mean I went but didn't attend?"
Her smirk turns into a look of confusion and she raises a brow.
"Er dude... What?"
Sue comes in from the kitchen and saves me from answering.
"The poor dear was too overwhelmed and fainted, she hit her head too. She was taken to the hospital where that nice doctor is, ya'know ? Well he sent her home."
I look over at Leah and a frown causes her beautiful face to seem to age before my eyes. She looks at me and softens her gaze before asking with uncharacteristically tenderness and care, "You okay though yeah? No permanent damage to that bird brain of yours?"
Well as tender and caring as Leah can be.
"I'm good, I'll go back to school tomorrow"
She nods and then turns to her mother. "So Ma what's for dinner?"
The next day I made my way to school the same way I had done the day before and successfully reach the parking Lot. I park my car and look around for her. She doesn't seem to be here yet.
The group of floating heads seem to be conversing a short distance away from me, a few of them stealing glances in my direction before the geeky guy with black hair is pushed out of the circle towards me. He clumsily walks the short distance before stopping right in front of me while respecting my personal space.
"Hi I'm Eric," He holds out his hand rather sporadically and I shake it wearily, "You're Isabella right? Chief Swan's daughter?"
"Yeah and I prefer Bella."
"Bella, cool, well yesterday you made quite the entrance huh? How are you by the way? Well I'm the school reporter and I was wondering if you would let me interview you about yesterday's events?"
He looks at me hopefully without even waiting for an answer to the 'how are you?' question.
The girl with the glasses swiftly comes over from the group and whacks Eric on the arm.
"OW! Angie why would you do that?"
"Dammit Eric you and Jessica have no tact, do you know that? She just came here, I doubt she wants to become front page news on our lame ass school paper. Sometimes I wonder why I'm dating you." She rolls her eyes before looking at me and smiling, showing the cute little dimples on her cheeks.
"Hey, I'm Angela and I apologise on the behalf of my boyfriend and idiotic friends over there," She throws her thumb back over her shoulder to point in the direction of the last members of the curious group, "are you feeling okay now? Did you hit your head badly?"
"Er-no-no, I'm much better thanks and it was just a small bump no biggie."
"She likes to be called Bella Angie, I got to know that much."
Angela shoves a smiling Eric on the shoulder and I let out a laugh at their antics. They seem to go well together.
"HEY! Why don't you stick around with us and we'll show you around?" Angela offers with a grin.
She seems sweet and sincere so I offer a smile back and walk with them back towards their group. We have quick introductions of everyone.
Blonde floating head is Mike Newton, a jock and the quarterback of the Spartans.
The brunette was Jessica Stanley, a gossip queen (you find that out after knowing her for about 0.5 seconds.)
The last person was someone who I didn't remember seeing; he was tall, a basketball player and was called Tyler Crowley.
The Bell goes just as introductions are over and everyone disperses making promises of meeting again at lunch.
Angela stays with me and offers to look over my timetable. She really is a sweetheart. I tell her so and she blushes with a cheek bunching grin and a soft thanks.
We have first and second period together. Biology and then Calculus. Shoot me now sweet mother of mercy. Who could survive a morning like that?
We walk to Bio making small talk about why I moved here, (I told her without her juicing me for details, She's the type who doesn't push a person) how I liked it so far (I did a double thumbs up for that one) and don't I just love the weather?
When we get to the class everyone is already seated, there aren't any two seats next to each other that are free.
"Sorry Bella, I can ask Toby over there to move, he's usually my lab partner." Angela says with an apologetic look.
"Nah it's okay I'll just take that free seat over there by..." I trail of because the seat next to the free one is taken by a guy who looks like a freaking model for some expensive brand. He has the same pale skin as my goddess but his hair is a more dishevelled bronze rather than the perfect gold but the eye colour is once again the same. How can one town have so many people with the same unusual eye colour? I mean scoff isn't it weird that Dr Cullen said that his kids were adopted but here they possess the same one physical characteristic? Maybe he chose them for the eye colour to make them feel as though they belong? Whatever, you gotta give him kudos for giving these guys a chance, got a lot of respect for the Doctor just for that.
"That's Edward Cullen, he's a bit quiet and keeps mostly to himself but he seems harmless, I mean I've only communicated with him like three times, once was to say 'pass me the scissors please' so I'm not really sure what he's like, come to think of it I don't know how any of the Cullen's are like. They keep company mostly amongst themselves."
"Thanks for the info Angie," I grin and wink at her as she stops her rambling with a sheepish look.
I walk over to the seat and notice that the dude's eyes never leave me. I chance a look up at his eyes and notice that they are slightly darker than before.
"Is this seat taken?" I notice that he flinches slightly when I speak but he shakes his head and finally averts his gaze. He shuffles right to the edge of his seat away from me. I give him a brief wtf look before shrugging and looking to the front of the class waiting for the teacher to walk in and bore me to death. Edward doesn't say a word to me the whole class and then shoots out of his seat when the bell rings. I do a salute behind his back as he rushes out the door.
"Nice meeting you!"I call out after him with a grin and see Angela looking at me with an amused face.
"What the heck did you do to him? He ran out of here like a bat outta hell!"
I laugh at that and then shrug, "I dunno dude's seems a bit off, must be having a bad day."
We walk to the next class joking around and generally hitting it off when I'm struck by a vision of beauty just as I step foot into the class.
Crap. My feet won't move and so won't my eyes. She's sitting at the back of the class, the second last row actually, her elbow is on the table and her head is prepped up by the same arm. She's facing towards the window. Staring outside obliviously, her hair straight and cascading down her face, creating a rich golden curtain and shielding my view slightly.
I feel the unbearable need to just walk over, reach out and touch that hair, move it behind her ear and then place my hand under her chin and tilt her face up towards me so that I could look upon that lovely face unobstructed. Looking more closely I can see that her jaw is tense and so is the rest of her body. Like she's uncomfortable or angry, but I can't tell because of her face being turned away from me.
I feel a nudge on my shoulder and stumble a bit forward. It wasn't that hard of a nudge but gravity has always been my foe.
"I know calculus is scary and all but you could at least go quiver in fear while being seated" A slight whimsical voice says. I look away from Rosalie and look at the person from whom the voice came from. An aging woman with kind blue eyes and almost fully gray hair smiles down at me.
"You must be Isabella, I am Mrs. Windsor, your teacher, now kindly take the seat behind Ms. Hale so that I may begin this fabulous class." She grins while the class groans good naturedly.
"Oh hush children, you know you love it!"
Sit behind Ms. Hale? As in Rosalie Hale? Holy crap! My heart is beating rapidly and fluttering as I look back at Rosalie, who is still looking tensely out the window. I gulp and take slow steps towards the seat, finally passing her by; I take a breath in and my eyes flutter, close to closing, my senses are overwhelmed with the smell of musk, cinnamon, rose and a hint of spearmint. It is intoxicating and it takes everything in me to not halt right there and moan out loud. Uh she smells like..like-like home and- and... heaven all rolled into one.
I sit down with shaky legs and every breath I draw in, I am attacked with another dose of her delicious and unique scent. As my ass touches the seat Rosalie immediately turns her head towards the front. I frown at the back of her head. Awww damnit! Now all I can see is that beautiful waterfall of golden liquid which I want to badly run my hands through. Her hair looks so soft...I just-just want to curl up and nuzzle it. I sigh and feel a soft vibration start deep in my chest. It slowly travels to the back of my throat until I feel the whole of my upper chest rumble. My eyes widen at the sensation. It was almost like I was purring softly? The hell. Is. That.
I freak out and end up spazzing like a twit and flinging my pencil, I see it fly through the air in slow motion and watch it hit the back of her chair with a sharp thwack. Shit. Shit. Shit! Maybe she didn't feel it? Though the sound was quite loud I mean even a few of the other students are looking back to see where that noise came from. Good lord she felt it...crap.
She turns around slowly and I just then realise that this cause of visual ecstasy is so close. If I wanted to I could lean forward and stroke that tensed jaw until it relaxed. I could follow the outlines of her flawless features with my fingertips until they were memorised just in case I should I ever lose the blessing that is sight.
I freeze as she fully faces me and now my body is tensed and rigid. Like I had died and gone to heaven (where I met this angel) and my body was here on earth going under rigor mortis as those mesmerising eyes were glaring with fury right into mine. I hold my breath waiting in anticipation of what is to come...