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Hello again! Well, this will be the third chapter of "Different Identities." Hope you like! Please review! -OK, look. I need reviews. They keep me going, they are my very encouragement. So please, review, or I will stop writing this story! I really like it, but I need voices! Even one review is enough! -Sobs.- PLEASE! THANKS! (Oh! *Don't smack me for keeping you from reading.* Right. If I get one review, I'll post another chapter. If it's real good, two. And more often, also.) DagnabbitZ! I'll still write, but please. Shutting up now.

Chapter Three: You've got me Thinking...

Edward's Perspective

Voices, as always, were rushing to my head.

It normally tipped me off, and I tried to block out all of the screaming voices in my mind. But this time, I didn't. Many thoughts were just yelling at me from every direction. But I didn't try to stop it. My own mind was elsewhere.

Bella.

That thought was mine, at least. I knew that much. The question burned in my mind: How could she repel my powers? It made me feel absolutely terrified. Was there something wrong with me? Never in my one-hundred eight years had my ability been pushed away by a girl--a human girl!

And...She smelled...Well, strange. Her blood was nearly unbearable with its sicky sweet scent that made my mouth water, but it also had a strange, unidentifiable smell that I couldn't name. Besides the fact that she carried the scent that gave the impression that she'd spent her morning in the woods, I couldn't...I just didn't...

I was at a loss for words.

In the middle of all my very disturbing mental discussions, a black-haired pixie came bounding over with me unaware. I didn't notice until she screamed in her shrill, cheerful, perky voice, "Ed, wake up! I need to talk to you!"

The 'Ed' part definitely awoke me from my reverie.

"Don't call me Ed," I warned her viciously. She rolled her eyes, despite my intimidating words, tone, and glare. But I had to say, that was Alice for you.

"Now, what's so important that's got you all hyped up and running around like a mad woman?" She sighed.

"Well, little Eddy. Have you not noticed the time?"

"I'm perfectly older than you, you remember that, you hyperactive pixie..." My voice trailed off as I glanced at my watch. I guess I hadn't really been paying attention to the time, due to my distractions. Which would be our wonderful Isabella.

It was already 3:20. Plus, Carlisle wanted to talk to us, or that's what Alice was thinking. About the supernatural...I didn't get to finish her thought. She started singing Hannah Montana in Dutch backwards.

I sighed and nodded.

Once we were back at my silver Volvo, I noticed they were all waiting for me impatiently, expectant. Alice climbed into the backseat while I hopped into the front. Then, we sped off towards home.

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-A short while later: Cullen home-

"I have a question to ask all of you," Carlisle boomed.

We were all seated in the main room, listening to Carlisle intently. Well, all of us besides Emmett, who was kind of toying with Rosalie's golden locks. Suddenly, Rosalie turned toward him, annoyed that he was "messing up her luscious hair that she'd spent all morning on" (as she so kindly worded it), and slapped his hand angrily. Emmett shied away from her as if it hurt, whimpering.

"Shut up," she scolded him, as if he was five years old.

"Okay," Emmett replied immediately, and the rest of us chuckled before Carlisle went on. Silly Emmett.

"Well, what my question is: Does any of you have a clue who the supernatural being is?"

Alice offered her answer first. "Well, no, I haven't detected any vampires yet." She frowned. "Quite possibly, though, it could just be hiding. From us," she added, her frown deepening.

"We don't know if it's vampires," Rosalie said, "but I haven't see anyone, either. I mean, nothing that was too suspicious, anyway."

"Er, no," was all Emmett said.

"I have not encountered anyone or anything that is out of the ordinary. But I shall continue to look."

I looked around at my whole family, taking in their feelings on the matter.

Ugh! This is unfair. Can't we just get on with our lives and not have to worry about some other mythical being? They are RUINING EVERYTHING! -Rosalie. Hmm. How could they be ruining everything? We hadn't even met the guy (if that was what it was)! Maybe Alice had had a vision of some sort, and told her about it. Well. Time would tell the answer.

Mmm. Rosalie beautiful. -Emmett. Simple, as usual. Nothing according to the recent subject. Not even the correct grammar! Sometimes, listening to Emmett's mind made me wonder how old he really was.

Who could this possibly be? -Jasper. His mind was always questions, and then possible outcomes. And then more questions. Overall, logical thinking.

Yeah, everybody makes mistakes

Everybody has those days...

I think everyone knows whose mind that came from. The one and only Alice--and singing the Hannah Montana song in French this time. Backwards.

Carlisle's mind was filled with the supernatural being and what it was capable of. Esme was worried. Her mind confirmed that fact.

"Well...I am not for sure who this supernatural being is," I stated matter-of-factly. "It could be anything or anyone disguising themselves. But today, I met someone that repelled my ability."

Everyone instantly leaned in for more.

"Who?" Carlisle said sharply.

"Her name is Bella," I replied. "She seems ordinary. Not a vampire or werewolf, for sure. She doesn't stink to high heavens, and she has brown eyes. Not golden or crimson. So I don't know what she is, or if she's anything at all. She could be just a regular human."

"Or a vampire disguising themselves as a human," Alice offered. "They could have the gift. After all, a member at the Volturi can do such. Changing appearances, that is."

Esme reasoned out this one. "No. Did you hear her heartbeat?"

That was enough in answer. Alice, defeated, said, "Um, yeah. Yes. So, there goes vampire."

Jasper rubbed her shoulders, and Alice's mood revived at his touch. Oh no. He'd set off the pixie. She immediately turned cheerful, much to everyone's horror.

"Hey, guys. I just had this idea..."

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*Ha! Sorry I keep ending on quotes.* -Now, it's at schoolio. Particularly? Morning.-

Jasper's Perspective

I sighed, and at Alice's questioning glance my way, I smiled. It was just the feelings bursting around me--it was exactly like mind reading. Not that I had any experience in that category, but reading and manipulating others' feelings was like reading their thoughts.

Right when I was going to say something, we heard it.

It was a very terrifying screech that made me freeze.

I felt horror, inexplicable horror as I saw Tyler's van sliding towards a Isabella. I felt hesitation from Edward; and that's when he ran, at a speed that wouldn't pass as human at any particular level, and crashed into the van, preventing it from crashing into her.

It was so sudden, but those few seconds felt like an eternity with feelings enveloping themselves in my brain in a split second. It drowned out everything else.

My family didn't seem concerned for Edward's safety, just worried that our secret would be uncovered. Emmett even snickered.

But I was froze to the spot, staring over at the spot where the incident had just taken place.

What puzzled me was Isabella's feelings on the matter--she seemed to know that Edward had saved her by stopping the van with his bare hands, but she didn't feel shock or curiosity. Instead, she was annoyed. And she was also smirking, as if she had seen it coming and didn't need my brother's help. And she seemed fine, hopping up as if it hadn't effected her and hissing, the smirk wiped away.

The next words that escaped Isabella's mouth shocked me even more.

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