AN: Hello everyone! The audience has spoken. Average word mark it is, and keep doing what I'm doing. The one thing you do all seem to want is ulterior points of view though, and I think I can manage that. Ahaha! I'm not sure when they'll pop up, as I'm really wanting the rest of this story from Bella's side out of my head first. But keep an eye out for sure! I hope I don't disappoint. 3

I was in a car. Lights were flashing past me. Not streetlights, headlights. On a busy highway. I could hardly see out of my window. I turned my head to look at the driver, and I was surprised. Instead of the usual girl from my school, Edward was driving. He looked at me, and I looked at the speedometer. We were going fast. Far, far too fast. As I looked back at Edward I noticed he was still looking at me, with that confused and frustrated expression from class earlier. Suddenly the car jerked sideways, and my hair lifted in front of my face as if pulled up by strings. It fell to the right slightly, then left, then down to my chin again, as the lights outside danced in circles. My eyes focused back onto the golden ones. His eyes never left mine as we spun helplessly, and suddenly there was a bone shattering snap in my leg.

I woke with a yelp, rubbing the sharp cramp that pulsed through my thigh. It was light outside, but eerily so, it was sharper somehow. I peeked through the curtains at the foot (or head technically) of my bed, and sighed. There was a fine blanket of white all over everything. It wasn't very thick, and I could still see the tops of some blades of grass. It looked cold. I laid back down onto my mattress, the right way up this time, and waited for my alarm to buzz on my watch. Taking a few deep breaths I stared at my ceiling. My eyes were unfocused. I was thinking hard about Edward Cullen. I wasn't trying to, but he was in my mind. I was comparing my mental images from the first day I'd met him, with the dark eyes and the angry, almost murderous expression, to the golden eyes, the curiosity, and the almost forced conversation of yesterday. I signed 'crazy' to myself – not quite sure which one of us I meant, and my wrist buzzed. It was time to get up.

Charlie wasn't home, as he'd gone to work before I woke up. In some ways, I loved living with him because I got a chance to revel in the aloneness. As I finally made my way outside I noticed what I hadn't registered before. There was snow, yes, but it was coated with a sparkling layer of ice. It clung to the pine needles of the conifers, shimmering and sparkling, and the deciduous branches hung droopily with the weight of the accumulated ice. It was beautiful, but this also meant my entire day was a gigantic tripping hazard. I made my way carefully down the porch steps, and inched down the driveway. I still managed to slip, the sideways momentum crashing me into my truck mirror. Good thing it was a tank, or I'd probably have bent the mirror right off in my hasty catch of myself.

I drove to school amazed by how well my tank was handling the roads. I was in a surprisingly good mood, despite the weather, and my already blemished tripping total for today. I had a feeling it was because I might finally learn a little more about the mysterious, and haunting Edward Cullen, and that was very very stupid. I was suspicious of him, frightened of him, tongue tied by his eyes, and yet I wanted to see him. When I got out of my truck at school, I noticed why I'd had so little problems with the roads. There was a shiny silver crisscross on my tires that hadn't been there yesterday. I inched forwards, gripping the side of my truck and looked closer. I was guessing these were snow chains. Charlie had gotten up who knows how early to put these on so I would be safer. I started to tear up slightly. I'd have to text him later. I looked around quickly, making sure no one had seen my emotional moment, and caught sight of the Cullens, across the parking lot. Alice and Edward were facing towards me.

"-family discussion that we should not be having here Rosalie." Edward was saying. He was looking straight at Rosalie. I quickly looked at Alice instead. She was a few feet further away than Edward.

"Edward's right, now if …" she suddenly stopped talking.

The other Cullen siblings turned to look at her quickly while she just stared into space, and then almost instantaneously her face and Edward's lit up in horror. Their heads snapped up towards me in what could only be described as a choreographed synchronicity. I quickly blushed, and turned back towards my car. They'd noticed me watching their odd conversation. It only took a second for Edward Cullen to appear in front of me. His hands had grabbed me and were pulling me sideways and down into the pavement. One second I was looking at my red truck, and the next I was pinned under Edward Cullen. It was almost as if he'd football tackled me. I hadn't even gotten half a breath out before my head slammed against the cold ice beneath me. Suddenly my ears were ringing with a painful tinnitus, and the sky, which had been grey was suddenly blocked out by a dark grey sheet of metal. It took me another second to realise that the sheet of metal was the side of a passenger van which was tipping towards us. I would be crushed to death in the embrace of a boy I wasn't even sure I liked.

Two long white hands shot out protectively in front of me, as the van swung around to hit me. I was expecting his hands to buckle under the impact, but instead the van buckled under his hands. He was kneeling over me, almost straddling me as he pushed the van's body away. He shifted into a semi-standing position as his one arm lifted the van, while his other wrapped around my thighs, swinging me sideways and gently into the tan coloured car I'd parked beside.

Suddenly the van shuddered and fell down to where my legs had just been, and Edward had fallen towards me protectively again, essentially planking on me as a shower of glass rained down on our heads. I could hear the high pitched ringing of my ears, along with what sounded like yelling, but I couldn't be totally sure. We were trapped in a little triangle of cars. I focused on Edward's neck, the only clear part of him I could see. His entire body was pressing me securely to the ground. It almost felt like the ground was more moveable. I felt cool breath against my ear and tried to turn my head to look at him. I knew he was speaking but I wasn't sure I could hear him over the ringing my head bump had caused.

"Pardon?" I asked, politely enough I thought. He leaned his head upwards, away from me, and repeated himself. I could just see his lips.

"Are you alright?" He looked as though he was furious at the van.

"I'm fine," I managed muddily. "I honestly didn't even figure out what was happening at first." I started to squirm to indicate that I wanted to get up, and he held me down firmly. I stared at his mouth while he managed a quick.

"Be careful. I think you hit your head pretty hard."

No shit Sherlock. I wanted to respond. Instead I managed an 'I think so too' and stayed focused on his lips. They were smooth looking, and I so badly wanted to touch them. To avoid that temptation, I focused on anything else around me. My whole back side of my body was freezing. I tried to struggle to get up again and he wouldn't let me up.

"But it's cold." I complained. He recoiled from my breath again and I blushed in worry. I had thought I brushed my teeth this morning. Maybe not. He pushed himself gracefully off me, never letting his eyes leave my face, despite the commotion that I could see in my peripheral vision. Heads were popping over cars obviously yelling things. I couldn't hear any of it. I could only hear the ringing, and my own heartbeat as blood pumped. I sat up, as he did.

"I…" I began, and faltered. "How did you get over here so quickly?" His eyebrows furrowed and he laughed. Not a nice laugh. A short, dismissive laugh.

"I was standing right next to you Bella."

"No you were arguing with Rosalie, across the parking lot." I snipped back. His eyes narrowed further and his face turned into an eerie mask of calm and concern. "You were over there, by your car."

He slid as far from me as he could in the limited space. "Bella you must have hit your head harder than you think. I'd stay still until the empties get here." I blinked for a couple of seconds, 'empties'… until the emties get here. Click. EMTs. Whatever Forks had for paramedics was undoubtedly already on the way. I rolled my eyes and tilted my head in my own disbelieving gesture.

"You were by your car." I reaffirmed. I hoped my voice sounded as confident as I felt about that statement. I was right. He was going to admit it.

"Bella I was standing with you and I pulled you out of the way," he said. My eyes flicked to his after the sentence and he had a truly mind-smothering glare attached to the statement. My eyes returned determinedly to his lips. With huge and heartbreaking effort. If I had been normal – hearing – I probably would have been staring at those eyes, and probably faltered under the intensity. His mouth turned down in a grimace.

"Please Bella." He was begging me. Begging me to believe him? Begging me to be quiet? I looked around and noticed more mute, scared, crying faces around us. The van behind Edward was being jostled slowly out of the way by a small army of strong people. I stared at the handprints in its side. Edward's head turned to see what I was looking at. He suddenly leant back into the van. I saw the metal buckle slightly, and the van move ever so gently. He pretended to be leaning against the van, but I'd bet the remnants of my hearing there were now no handprints in the metal. He waved a hand at me and I looked surprised back at his face. I supposed I must have missed something. I'd bet half of my vision I looked as spacey and confused as a concussed kitten too. This wasn't going to help my 'didn't hit my head that hard' case.

"Please drop it," he said in what I didn't doubt was a quiet and dangerous tone.

"Will you promise to explain it later?"

"Fine."

I didn't believe him for a second. The van moved further out of the way and I saw people in bright green safety vests – the EMTs - tumbling towards us. I kept my eyes firmly on Edward. What would he say had happened?