Don't do it yet, you idiot!

I silently cursed myself.

I almost had walked straight up to Damien and demanded an answer.

That wouldn't be the answer.

I had to get him after school.

That's what I would do.

Or even in Biology.

But still, that would be irrational.

Too many witnesses.

After school for sure then. I decided.

I walked into the building with Alice and Edward following. Or at least I thought he was following.

When I turned my head, I saw him chatting with Bella.

I don't know why this really, really irritated me. I guess I was just being stupid…as usual.

Classes went by surprisingly fast considering it was Thursday.

When the bell rang, I bolted upright out of my seat in English. The class before English was Biology which I'd skipped today.

I felt kind of proud that I did. I so didn't feel like being in the same classroom if what Edward and Alice said was true.

I followed him stealthily out the building. "Damien." I said, my voice quieter than usual.

"Yes?" he asked, turning around.

"Can we talk? In private?" I asked slowly.

He nodded. "Sure. What about?"

I walked over to an old Oak tree far from the parking lot and its students.

"I know what you are." I said, almost inaudibly.

He smirked. "You've figured me out, huh, Morgan? I knew it was only a matter of time. What am I then, since you seem to know so much?"

"You're a vampire." I said slowly.

He frowned.

"Like me."

"Well, aren't you angry with me for not telling you sooner?" he said, sourly.

"No." I shook my head.

"I'm more…relieved."

He looked up at me in shock.

"What?"

"It's…well…I really like you, Damien." I said.

His eyes grew round. If I could've, I would've blushed. But since my pale white skin doesn't flame up anymore—thank God—I was safe.

"You don't care…?" he asked.

"No." I answered.

He smiled. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I was afraid you'd hate me for lying to you."

I looked at Alice who was in the parking lot. She was staring at me.

"I…I really have to go now."

He nodded.

"See you."

I walked to Alice, my face aglow.

"You're sure chipper…" Rosalie muttered on the way back. I let that one pass.

When we got home, I went immediately to my room.

I wanted to think over how I'd talk to Damien from now on.

I mean it was going to be awkward between us for a least a little while.

I stared at my jewelry box, its contents sparkling when I picked it up.

I looked through the different drawers, fingering the rose shaped knobs.

At last, I looked in the bottom drawer. My favorite of all.

It was pink and has lace lining on the inside. I pulled open the drawer and looked through its contents.

"It's gone…!" I gasped, bolting up.

"Oh no! Oh no! It can't be gone! It just can't!" I said, frantically ripping out the drawers in a failed attempt to find my charm bracelet.

Now, you may wonder what is so significant about a charm bracelet.

Well, it was the one my actual human mother gave me.

And I couldn't have lost it.

It was my only keepsake of her!

I walked over to Edward's room.

"Edward, have you seen my—"

"No." he answered.

"Have you looked for—?"

"I'll look, okay? Don't get all worked up. I'll talk to Alice, too. So don't worry, alright?"

I sighed in defeat.

"Alright…" I mumbled.

I walked back to my room and sighed.

How had I lost it?

I always had it somewhere safe, always in the same drawer…how did it disappear?

Then it hit me.

Someone had stolen it.

I was sure of it.

There was no other possible way for it to…

Then who did swipe it then?

It had to be someone in this house.

When I found out whom I'd—whoa!

Wait a second.

It was probably a simple mistake—I hope.

I went to Alice's room.

"Alice?" I asked.

"Yeah?" she said, looking up from her homework.

"Have you seen a small silver charm bracelet?" she asked.

"Oh…" she said opening her desk drawer, "This?" she held something silver up.

It shined in the lamplight.

"Yes! That's it! Where did you find it?" I exclaimed.

"In the girl's bathroom at school."

I thought about it.

"Oh…yeah." I said.

I had to wash my hands and I didn't want it to rust so I took it off.

Alice smiled.

"Why is it so special?" she asked, after handing it back to me.

I touched the charms, fingering each individual one carefully.

"Oh. My mom gave it to me. Each charm represents one year since I was born."

I pointed to the 17 charms.

"My mom…" I whispered.

"Oh, Morgan! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have brought that up."

I shook my head.

"No, it's okay. I think I really needed to talk about my family to someone. It feels nice."

She smiled.

"We can talk about it some more if you want." She suggested.

"If you don't mind my babbling." I said.

She laughed.

"Hardly."

I grinned.

"Tell me about your mother. Or, do you have any siblings? Pets? What?"

"I have a cat named Tiger. He's a kitten. My baby, basically. I got him a year ago as a…birthday present." I said softly.

"My mom is strict at times…but I love her. My sister, Sarah, is very different from me. She's a year younger and is loud and funny. She has the ability to make friends with whomever she wants. I've always envied that about her."

Alice listened intently, her eyes never wavering off of me.

"I'm a quiet, withdrawn girl without many friends. I was an outcast at my old school because my lack of social skills. I was never in, always out. And I don't know why everyone in my class hated me. I was irregular, never striking up a conversation with anyone." I mumbled.

"It sounds like you were born supposed to be a vampire." Alice concluded thoughtfully.

I smiled faintly. "It appears so."

"Do you think anything happened to you to make you shy?" she asked.

I shrugged.

"When I was 2 my father died. My mom never remarried. And she became hard and right after he died, became almost lifeless as well. It was very traumatizing for her, and it took months for her to recover. But, I guess, that's what happens when you lose a loved one. My dad…my mom loved him so much. He was funny- always joking and he brought out the humorous side of my mother. I still miss him very badly. I guess I always will."

"You know Morgan," Alice said smiling wistfully, "You'll never be alone again."

I smiled.

"You have us. You always will."

"That's all I can ask for."

"Hey, Alice," Edward said at the door.

"Did you do anymore research on Damien—?"

Edward stopped in mid sentence when he walked into the room and saw me sitting there.

I narrowed my eyes. The nice moment, shattering.

"You've been checking up on me?" I said, glaring at them both.

Alice opened her mouth to offer an explanation, but Edward silenced her.

"You don't know if you can trust him, Morgan."

"I don't know if I can trust you! What is your problem? Why is Damien the bad guy all of a sudden? You have Bella! Why do you even care?" I yelled.

Edward looked hurt for a moment, then straightened.

"He might be from a bad coven. One that hunts humans. Do you really want your classmates to become food?" he said sharply.

I winced. I guess I deserved that.

I hadn't given much thought to how Damien even got here in Forks.

He could've been sent here by some rogue coven that drinks human blood.

"Edward, take it easy. I know from looking at the boy that he is no trouble. His eyes are topaz colored Edward. Not red."

Edward sighed. "You can never tell." He said, stalking out of the room.

I groaned. "Will he ever stop?" I hissed under my breath.

Alice shrugged.

"Well, on that note, I'm going to go. See you."

I said, walking out of Alice's room.

I sat at my desk and pulled out my sleek cell phone. I had Damien's number on speed dial, so I called him.

He answered.

"Oh! Morgan." He said the surprise visible in his voice.

"Yeah…hey." I said.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"Oh. No…I was just wondering how you were doing." I said a little sheepishly.

Why did some relationships have to be complicated?

He laughed.

"I was kind of wondering that myself."

"What?" I asked, confused.

"It bores me when you're not here. Do you think sometime after school I could show you my apartment? Just as a day thing. Not a date. Is that alright?" he asked slowly.

"That'd be cool. Thanks." I said, smiling.

"We can talk more about it at school tomorrow." He said.

I could almost hear the smile in his voice.

"You doing anything today?" he asked.

I groaned.

"Unfortunately, no."

"Well, we could go out for today if you want." He suggested.

"Really? Sure!"

"Cool, I'll pick you up in an hour, okay?" he asked.

"Sure!" I said.

"Later, then."

"Bye." I said, then hung up.

I stared out the bay window wondering if Damien might just feel the same way I do about him.

Edward's POV:

I didn't trust him. Not one little bit. He seemed like the kind of guy who was a double crossing backstabber.

Of course, I had no proof, which angered me, but I concluded that I would find out more about him soon enough.

What did Morgan see in him, anyway?

He was arrogant…a pest.

Now, the real question was, why did I feel this much distaste towards him?

I had Bella. That would be enough for me. It always would.

I looked at my watch and it read 10 o'clock.

Bella would be going to sleep soon.

I decided I'd watch her sleep like I did almost every night.

I slipped out of the house and ran to Bella's.

I saw her, like every night, curled up in her blanket, sometimes mumbling things to herself.

I smiled.

Her brown hair was pulled into a ponytail and she breathed evenly.

After I made sure she was alright—which she normally was, I just had to make sure—I was about to leave.

"Edward…" she murmured.

I turned, expecting her brown eyes to be looking into mine.

They weren't. They were closed.

"I love you…" she mumbled.

I smiled broadly.

My Bella. Forever. My Bella for eternity.

Morgan's POV:

Damien had been very quiet—which was normal, even thought unsettling—during our date. He stopped his car in front of the house.

I unbuckled myself, preparing to get out, when he grabbed hold of my wrist.

"Morgan." He said.

"Yes?" I said, turning to him.

His eyes burned into mine.

"I…have something to tell you." He said.

I smiled. "You can tell me anything you want, Damien." I said, happy that he came out of his shell a little and decided to tell me something.

"Now, promise to listen, and please…please don't be angry. After I'm done, you can leave if you want to, and never look back. But, please, just listen, okay?" he asked— no, pleaded.

"Of course, Damien." I answered.

"I have agreed to things in my past that I'm not proud of at all. I'm a bad person, and I don't deserve to be in the same room as you. But you believed in me and showed me I could be good. I'm turning away from my dark side forever, Morgan. But when I came here, you probably think I was just roaming the area looking for a home. The truth is, I was sent here. I was sent here by the Volturi to kill you."