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Woohoo! Thankyou for the reviews, I wasn't sure if you'd like this chapter.

I don't own Twilight, evidently.

And Luce, did I push you down the stairs? No. I just plotted to. You avoided the opportunity. It would have a been a controlled, hilarious experiment. Sam was all for it. *Wink Wink*

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Edward P.O.V

I stared at Bella blankly, wishing I could read her mind more than ever.

"Why?" Why would I call her Lara? That wasn't her name!

Of course, we were still in the awkward I'm-On-Top-Of-You sort of position, and my lips still tingled from kissing her, but I was confused and not prepared to move.

"I'm not Bella Swan - I'm Lara Jayne, S-" She sighed. "My last name is Swan, but there is no relation. Trust me. What I'm going to tell you, is going to make you think that I'm insane. But your a vampire, and thats near-impossible, so you have to give a chance."

I nodded. "Ok, go ahead."

"You might want to move." She said, eyeing my arms.

"Fine." I pecked her lips, suprising the both of us, before rolling until I was next to her.

"I knew you were a vamp as soon as I came into Forks. Before I saw you. Now, before you get any ideas, I am human. But I'm not from here. From Forks, Arizona, or anything like that. I'm from New York, but... Different dimension New York."

I stared blankly.

"Look, I don't understand this anymore than you do. One day, I was myself, smaller than this, curvier, with dyed-blue hair," What the Hell? "And green eyes. Being tall for a while really is quite fun though..." She paused. "The next, I was in a police cruiser, terrified that I had done something worse than usual, before Charlie called me Bella. A fictional character."

This was the most serious I'd ever seen her, so I had no choice but to believe what she said.

"Where I come from, there's this book saga. It's four books, Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn. In these stories, a human girl, Isabella Marie Swan, falls for a sparkley-ass vampire called Edward Anthony Mason Cullen."

I stared, still confused.

"I knew everything that was going to happen, vaguely, up to this point. The car crash, the blood typing. I knew everything about you, your family, before I even set foot in Forks. I hated you all, sure. But thats because the books suck." She paused, a childish and familiar grin spreading over her face, "Oh the irony. Sucks? Get it? No? Alright." Her smile faded when she realised I wasn't laughing.

"What your saying is... Ridiculous."

She nodded, smiling softly.

"So is the idea of Vampire's sparkling." She said, "What happened to Dracula, man? I used to get nicknamed Draculara before Twilight came out!" I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped my lips. (If any of you have read Monster High, you will know where I got that name from, but I did change it slightly.)

"Easy. Bella has ridiculously bad self-esteem, even though the author made her beautiful. She's too perfect, with an unreadable mind, selflessness, modesty, a seemingly strict no-swearing rule, the shitty ability to fall on a flat surface, she loves Wuthering Hieghts, loves that Goddamn hunk-of-junk truck and Debussy, blushes if someone walks passed her and glances her way, and is seemingly ignorant the fact that everyone in the fucking book hates her apart from your character and Alice's!" By the end of her rant, she was all flustered, red-faced and out of breath.

She couldn't have made that up, she's not that fantastic a liar.

I leaned forward, capturing her scorched lips with my own.

"I believe you."

Ok, this was hard.

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