TODAY'S QUOTE:

Work? Really? Again? Didn't I do that just yesterday?

It was foggy and dark outside my window this morning, downright miserable and yet I looked forward to the fact that the Cullens would be there.

I dressed in a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt with a black trench coat, with my hair twisted into a bun with a pen in it. I looked like some detective out of a bad sitcom, only with a little more wild a hair colour.

I got a thermos out of a drawer and made hot chocolate, not bothering with an actual breakfast, before racing outside and locking up when I realised I was soon going to be late.

Bella had left ages ago, though her truck was still in the driveway so I assumed she got a lift with someone.

The mist was ice cold where it clung to the exposed skin on my face and neck. I couldn't wait to get to school so I could sit in a heated room. I kinda wished I had woken up early enough to go with Dad in his cruiser.

It was such a thick fog that I was a few feet down the driveway before I realized there was a car in it: a black car. I was honestly so confused right now. Who did I know that had a black car, that I actually liked?

The door opened, and Carlisle stepped out, as hot as ever. It was official, I couldn't get past his beauty. I just had to accept his unnatural sexiness.

"Morning," he said, smiling.

"Morning," I said, yawning. "What are you doing here?"

"Alice said you wouldn't be able to get to school on time if you drove that deathtrap," he pointed to my bike and I rolled my eyes. "So I'm offering a ride."

I looked at him blankly. "I'll drive you home, or you can get someone else to, if you want. It'll be warmer inside," he teased.

I pursed my lips. "Sure. But my bike is not a deathtrap."

I walked over to the car and he let me get in before closing the door on me. "I guess chivalry really is dead," I laughed. He looked at me carefully, and I thought for a moment that I had offended him, before the corners of his mouth quirked up.

"You're very… strange," he said. The car started backing out of the driveway and he began driving to school. I vaguely wondered how he knew the way.

"How so?"

"You were frightened yesterday morning and then today you willingly get in the car with me."

"Maybe I was worried you'd bite me if I didn't," I quipped.

"Not funny," he said, but his lips were still curled up.

"No, I just… I got over it. You eat animals, and so do I. You have superhuman abilities, and I shoot fire out of my hands. Doesn't mean I'm lining myself up to join your coven, but I got over it."

He was quiet again, and I took the time to look over his appearance. He wore a blue cotton shirt and jeans, and his hair was tousled.

"Don't you have work?" I asked.

"I've got a shift in a few hours, but otherwise no."

"Hmm."

"I like your hair," he said sheepishly, making a circling motion with his right hand. It was kinda cute, how shy he was being. "It suits you."

"Thanks. I, um, I've had it dyed for years now. I barely remember how I used to look without it." Damn, now I was the one being shy.

"Why'd you dye it?"

"I had a… disagreement, of sorts, with my mother and I wanted nothing to do with her, looks or otherwise." It was as much the truth as anything. The only lie was that it was a disagreement and not a full on war.

We pulled up into the parking lot and Carlisle smiled at me. "See?" he said. "Warmth and you arrived on time."

It was true. Had I tried to make the trip I would have been cold beyond belief and at least ten minutes late.

"Thank you, Carlisle."

"Of course. I'm very glad you accepted my offer."

I opened the door and and and took my thermos off the seat.

"Will I be picking you up this afternoon, Morgana?"

I took a moment to reply. "Yes," I said. And I could have sworn his smile grew impossibly large.

"So I saw Carlisle drove you to school today," Rosalie said.

"Yes. It was too foggy for my bike."

"Did you talk much?"

"A little."

I swear the Cullen children were obsessed with the fact that Carlisle drove me. It was nearly the end of class, and they still hadn't stopped asking about it.

"Carlisle's very nice, isn't he?" she said, bumping my hip.

"I suppose," I said, trying to not show her how I felt for her pseudo father.

"I think you like him."

"I do. He's very friendly."

She rolled her eyes. "I think you like him as something more."

"Now why would you think that?" I asked, as we stopped in the middle of the corridor. "See you at lunch, Angel."

"I saw you got a ride this morning, huh?"" Angela said when I sat down. "Nice ride."

"What? Yeah, it was too foggy for my bike." I said smoothly, trying not to think about who I got the ride from. Thank god I didn't have Bella's telltale blush, otherwise I wouldn't get away with half the shit I did.

"Oh, who drove you?" she probed. Seriously, Angela?

"The Cullens."

"That's nice of them."

"Yes."

"Are you excited?" she asked, when she realised I was done with the conversation. "For the dance?"

"Didn't we have this conversation just yesterday?"

She laughed. "I suppose we did.

"Bella is very upset with you," Jasper informed me when I sat down at the table.

"Isn't she always?" I asked rhetorically. "Besides, I didn't do anything this time."

"Key words, 'this time'," Emmett joked. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm being serious, Isabella has a real problem."

"Says the one who got locked up in a mental institution."

"Right, I'm so glad we can all joke about that so freely," I said. "For that, mister, I'm stealing your moose."

"Oh no," he said drily. "What ever shall I do?"

I reached over to grab it off his tray, but he moved it just out of my reach.

"Emmett Cullen, hand over the moose," I said, holding my hand out.

"And if I don't wanna?"

"You don't want to get to that point." I tried to snatch it out of his hands, but he pulled his hand back last second. "You don't even eat food."

"Yeah, but I could if I wanted to," Emmett boasted.

"Kay," I said, shrugging. "Do it. I dare you."

""What, no."

"Okay." I sat back down and started eating my apple. "Scaredy cat."

"How dare you?" Emmett gasped. "Me?"

I pretended to look around. "Who else?"

Emmett gulped before peeling back the seel.

"Babe, you don't have to," Rosalie said, though she had a tiny smile on her face. Emmett ignored her, choosing instead to look fearfully at spoon which now had a half-bite's worth of chocolate moose.

"Go on, Emmy," I said. He put the spoon in his mouth and let the moose fall off it, but he didn't swallow.

"Nope, nope, no, not doing it." He spat it out onto the tray, going over all his food, and I laughed loudly.

"How were classes?" Carlisle asked, when I was settled comfortably in his car.

I made a so-so gesture. "I finally got my drama assessment. We have to create a play based off Greek myths. Would you happen to know anything about that?"

He laughed. "I'm not that old."

"Sure you aren't."

"I'm not," he protested. "But I friends who are. The Volturi are over three millennia."

"Damn."

"Yes, er, 'damn'," he repeated, both agreeing with me and testing the word out. Damn sounded strange coming from his mouth.

"How was your day? Save any people?" I teased, although I was kinda serious.

"A mother had a child, a boy broke his leg, and I performed surgery on a girls wrist."

"I thought my day was interesting. Wait, what doctor are you?"

I was so confused. Was he a surgeon, or GP, or what?

"I've lived a long life, and have several degrees. I have arrangements with the hospital that I pull a lot of nights and several jobs, both complex and simple, and then I get to take many days off," he explained.

"Like the sunny ones when you go all glittery?"

"You're never going to get over that, are you?" he asked. I snorted.

"Not likely." We were silent for a moment. "Favourite music?" I asked suddenly.

"Classical. Yours?"

"Um, rock or pop. But not the light pop, like pop with beat," I said. "I don't think you'd like it very much."

"I could try it."

I raised an eyebrow. "Sure. I'll start you off. Deja Vu is a good one to begin with, it's one of my favourites."

He seemed to note it mentally, and repeated it to himself quietly. It probably wasn't the easiest one to start him off with, but it'd prepare him for some of my other tastes.

"You should try Beethoven," Had anyone else told me that, I would've laughed in their face, but to my surprise, I found myself nodding.

"Sure," I said.

We soon arrived at Dad's, and I took my thermos and got out of the car. "Are you sure you don't want to come in?" I asked. "We could play Senet."

He mock glared at me. "I'm surprised you even know what that is."

"Hey," I said, holding a hand to my heart. "I'm a cultured person. Lili made me play it almost every afternoon last year."

He shook his head sadly. "I'd love to, but I really should go. We're hunting tonight and tomorrow night in preparation for Saturday."

"What's happ- oh. The dance. Is that a problem for you guys if I stay over for the night?"

"No, of course not. We just want to be prepared. We all have very good restraint, but sometimes it's harder if we're in close proximity for a long time," he explained, but I still felt bad.

"Are you sure? Because I'd understand if it was too hard for you guys."

"We'll be fine. Esme's looking forward to cooking, and Rosalie has several chick flicks set up. I think she forgets you need to sleep at some point too."

I smiled. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Hello Morgana," Bella said, as I dumped my bag on the floor. "I see you got a ride today."

I put my thermos in the sink, and started chopping a banana and some strawberries.

"How was school?"

I got out the blender, and began putting the fruit in it.

"Did you hand in your English assignment? I heard from Lauren that you got your drama assessment today."

I poured milk on top, and set the level to high, drowning out all the noise Isabella was making. She reached over the counter and unplugged it.

"You're not exactly being very mature, you know," she said matter of factly.

I poured chocolate sauce in the smoothie, before plugging it back it and trying to ignore Isabella. She pulled out the plug again, and I felt my hands warm up so much that I could just hear the gloves hissing as they burned through.

"Let me make my smoothie," I said through gritted teeth.

"Ah, she speaks," she said sarcastically.

"Isabella Marie, leave me the fuck alone."

"Why? I didn't even do anything, you just suddenly decided that I was the bad guy."

"Shut up before I do something we'll both regret."

"Why don't you shoot a fireball at me and scare me into listening?"

I glared at her and tugged the cord out of her hands, perhaps a little too harshly, but that didn't bother me. I plugged it back in, and waited for the smoothie to blend, all the while not blinking and staring straight at Bella.

When the mixing finished, and I had poured the drink into a cup and put the blender away, she started talking.

"You always blame anyone you can for your stupid mistakes. Burn down a house? My fault for goading you. Murder a student in the woods? He should not have touched you wrong. Blow up a bathroom and kill two girls? Well maybe they shouldn't have called you a psycho behind your back."

"Shut up."

"Maybe Mum should've just given you up!"

"Shut up now."

"She's right, you're not worth my effort."

She flicked her hand out and knocked my cup over, making it fall to the ground and shatter against the ground, glass and drink mixing together on the floor.

I reacted instinctively at the shattering sound, holding my hands up in an 'X' in front of me, fire dancing across my arms. I just barely managed to stop myself from blowing up the house.

"Shut up, now, Isabella."

She backed up against the wall, her mouth opening and closing uselessly.

"You know nothing about what it's like! You act like I have control over all this, but I really don't! I have no control! You think I wanted to kill them?"

She tried to step to the side, but I held my hand out and a lash of fire flickered at her.

"You seem to have plenty of control right now," she mumbled. I rolled my eyes.

"Right now, being the key words," I spat. I breathed in through my nose, and out my mouth, trying to calm my emotions.

"So you weren't lying?"

"What does it look like, Isabella?"

"Right. Stupid question." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Can, can you stop the flames, please?"

I focused on drawing the fire back, pulling it into my skin, which bubbled for a moment before settling down.

"I'm sorry I said you weren't worth the effort," Bella said, nervously eyeing my palms. I didn't respond. "I'm sorry I knocked your glass over, and didn't believe you."

"Why didn't you, though? You believed Edward, and not your little sister?" I asked, hurt though my voice stayed steady.

"To be fair, you've always been pretty independent, so I'm not sure little sister applies to you, unless we're talking height wise."

I rolled my eyes, and tried to remain calm.

"Sorry. Just, can we talk?"

"Sure."

"Nicely?"

"We can try. What do you want to know?" It didn't really think it was fair that I had to try to explain something to someone who'd never bothered to listen, but it was either that or try to listen to her apologies, so I went with the former.

"How long has, um, have you been able to do that?"

"Since I can remember. It's always been this way."

"Are you, are you actually crazy?" she asked, before blushing heavily. Oh god, I just realised how rude that must sound."

"Get told something enough and you start to believe it," I said. "I think I'm a little crazy."

"Oh."

"Are we done now?" I asked snappily.

"Uh, yeah sure."

I turned on my heel, ignoring the mess in the kitchen. Bella could do it - she's the one that knocked the glass over.

"Hey!" she called. "Did you know that the Cullens are vampires?"

"Yes."

How dumb could she be to just blurt their secrets out like that. What if I hadn't known?

"When did-"

"A few days ago."

"How-"

"Quileute legends."

"Oh."

I kept walking, and thank god cause this time she decided it'd be better to just let me be.

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I've edited Chapter Five. You might remember I added some shit about Morgana having too much blood (which is, in fact an actual thing), but I've removed it. Why? I was planning to have this thing where she burns the excess blood when she uses her powers, but I just couldn't see a spot to add that in.

I'm glad you're all enjoying this, and don't forget to vote when it comes to Morgana's vampire-ism issue.

I'm not planning to get Morgana pregnant, but you may review to try to convince me. Bella WILL be getting pregnant, as that is a crucial plot point to Breaking Dawn, which I plan to re-write. Renesmee WILL happen.

Thanks for catching my brother/sister mistake - I've fixed it up now.

I'm not entirely impressed with this chapter, hence the long wait, but hopefully you all enjoy it enough...

For those that don't know, Senet is the oldest board game in the world - it was a poke at Carlisle's age. Deja Vu is a song by Timmy Trumpet, and it's very fast, interesting, dark and kinda futuristic in a strange way. I would highly recommend you try that song out - it's honestly one of my favourites.

Side note, if anyone is willing to Beta this story, please send me a PM. I'm just warning you now, I am a sporadic updater and live on the south hemisphere, so you might not get a chapter to edit until four in the morning three weeks after the last one.