Warning, there aren't that nice words in this, just so that you know!

I promised this will be speed up so that you will meet the whole family, i have just had to rush at this one. PLEASE REVIEW!

sorry if it is confusing, i make it less later ^_^

3. New

Although we both got the feeling that getting up and leading me to the Nurse's room would have been the best option five minutes into our intense ground staring contest, there was no possible way that we could have moved.

I stopped thinking all together, which may seem an impossible task but it was irritatingly effortless to do. I stopped and he started, he started to think non-stop, about mountains of things, filtered memories were flashing in his mind like a captivating strobe light. Faces that I may have passed were moving around, he was thinking and he was worried, anxious, nervous, it was abnormal, I guessed, for him. It didn't seem like a type of emotion he had ever wanted or needed to encounter. I was still fully aware that if any of my memories had popped up into my silent thoughts for that moment, he would have heard them like music or read it like an unremarkable book, for me. His life, as it also took over my head, seemed to be filled with more adventure than I could have possibly believed, he seemed to be more important in his role in life, he seemed to be emotionally strong, dexterous, insanely unique and superior. They were all things that other people strived to have, he had the greatest facets and that is why, for the shortest moment, I felt powerless, cowardly and unforgivingly small. I was confused to how, after only a few minutes of reading his mind and eavesdropping into his clean recollections, I managed to receive so much, to make such a quick judgement, but with or without this thing I have gained, first impressions were always as informative as a biography to me. The earlier belief that he was strong became annoyingly true after a few seconds.

Another flash of memories crushed the old, they were new and all too revealing. It was of him running, he was at a pace where he should have been out of breath except his speed grew and his surroundings became murkier without a pant or harsh breath in sight. It looked like he was in the woods after I closed my eyes and secretly concentrated more on it, still not thinking. He was sitting, unconsciously in the same way as me, leaning over his knees perching on a step lower than me, masking his face.

His eyes! I remembered that his eyes had changed to a blood red; it was like all of the blood in his skin had concentrated to his irises. His skin was very pale, like all life was sucked out of him as well as his blood and yet he was as lively as anyone else I knew, but even greater so after watching his… flitting almost.

In his mind he came to a stop, in the middle of a clearing, water dripping from the leaves, every pigment and detail was so very clear, it felt like something I would never be able to experience again so I concentrated more on what he was thinking. That and because there was a tiny iota of hope in me that thought he wanted to impress me. He looked up and I saw the towering fern trees framing an azure sky, completely clear after, what seemed, a shower of rain. He looked down again to his closer surroundings; leaping forward at the same ragged and rapid speed he clung onto a tough tree metres away from his earlier position. He literally flew towards it grabbing hold of trunk with a bellowing thump, making him turn his head around to look at some crows flap their wings away from their perched position in fright. The sound of the feathers as they hit the air was clearer than the sky and the dripping of water on all of the objects far or near him was beautifully crisp. I was so confused in how he could possibly create those feats until he carried on, for the last time, and impressed as well as bemused me. He flipped backwards using the tree to bound and landed with a crushing blow looking at the tree he was just on. No bones broken, no cracks from his legs or knees as he landed. It wasn't normal, and I was sure now that he was making this memory vivid because he knew that I was nosy enough to eavesdrop.

"That's… that's not…" I interrupted his muse not caring if he wanted to carry on some more in trying to teach me about what he can do. My eyes were wide open and burning his back, He got out of his vulnerable state in a flash to kneel in front of me, eyes fading from the earlier blood red.

"Possible," he finished off my sentence, my heart froze for a moment and my thoughts came back again stopping anything logical coming out of my mouth, "You've said that." He continued, mouth parting in the end, showing his teeth, sending a shiver down my spine.

"I don't know if I want this," I mumbled in a quick decision.

"Want what?" he placed his freezing hands on my knees. I looked down at them in shame, and for some reason I was disgusted. Not because he didn't seem normal or even human, because he shouldn't have shown me what was happening in that way, he shouldn't have gone so fast or frightened me like that.

I placed my hands over the top of his and quickly threw them away before pulling my self up.

His hands were regained a firm place on my shoulders, he was looking down on me, wondering what to do.

What are you? I questioned in my head, looking up at his morphing irises and his bruise like bags underneath them, You are defiantly not human, no person I know can read minds, or run or jump like that. You don't look like a normal person, You are impossible to work out, even if I can read your mind.

He didn't reply mentally or physically. I wanted to go home and mop around in my room for the rest of the day. I didn't get that much sleep last night, a stupid thing to do, but I was just so nervous. This was my first day at my new school after what had happened. I walk into my first lesson and end up having an imaginary fit of flames, uncover the fact that I can read people's minds and meet the most amazing boy in the world, who I am not even sure is a human!

I glared at him trying to show intensity. I miserably failed at the attempt and ended up just flicking my eyes over him looking for an answer.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have… it wasn't like me to…" He started shaking his head at his actions all the while getting his lines straight, "You see, there is this thing that is extremely complicated and that I can't actually tell you just yet," he carried on looking down at our feet, or the top of my head as he was so much taller than me.

"After all of this, I think I can handle anything that comes out of you mouth!" I darted at him, now sneering, now having enough confidence to shout at him. I was fuming, not knowing why but happy in taking it out on him. He was a big boy, he could have handled it. "You are different, I know that," I said, taking a sudden interest in his earlier thoughts, "But please, try to make this less confusing-"

"I will, it's just…" he butted in taking a short breath, a breath I was sure he didn't need.

"Just what? You know more than me about what is happening as don't act so clueless!" I shouted, again. His golden eyes swirled darker in trying to control his anger, I guessed. What is up with them, they change so much, once red, then amber and now black.

"I have never had to do this, tell anyone about this!"

"Please, define this," I ordered, again, with force.

An even colder hand slid across my face and took hold of my neck in a swift movement. I had no time to react as the person put another hand over my open mouth and tugged me backwards with tremendous strength. I was pulled to the ground by the force and ended up skidding across the hallway. The marble floor was impenetrable and before I hit the wall head on I was quickly whisked up by another blow. Without even a blink I found myself in the arms of a towering, chalky and masculine faced, curly haired man. He had a half smile, completely contradicting my frozen gawk.

"This is the vampire world," he stated, with so much confidence he burst into laughter. It was the jokey kind of chuckle, more of a that-was-fun reply. The beast of a person msut have been like him. None could have run that fast and able to pick me up like a rag doll. Edward wasn't exactly mirroring his emotions; they were harsh and strict, just like mine.

"Don't do that Emmett!" he pounded as he pointed a finger to the man's collarbone with force. The man, Emmett, was still holding me, dumbstruck, bewildered and unable to move, again.

Vampires? Truly the creature of the night? No, I wont believe them, it is a joke. Why should I as well? They are two boys most likely wanting to take the piss out of my gullibility, they are two stupid boys. I swayed my body violently, but more like a mouse's feeble attempt next to the bulky Emmett, in order to get out of his grip. He noticed me and smiled again, making this whole situation seem funny.

"Do what? You were going to tell her anyway!" he grinned; dropping me on the ground in a blow that would have been worse than if I had actually hit the wall. The fall hurt my back as a tried to sit up in care, rubbing my head for some reason. They were both ignoring my silent complaints staring intently yet diversely at each other. As I was trying to get to grip with everything that had just happened in the last minute, and in that fact the last hour, I stopped rubbing my sore body parts and came to a holt as a flood of thoughts knocked my head in some imaginary pain.

I heard your conversation Edward, did you not sense me or something? Emmett thought, making a joke out of everything.

"You know well that I was going to tell her, you heard what I was saying didn't you?" Edward stepped up, making me realise his height, average, but that was all that was average about him.

Of course, I was surprised she didn't, Emmett replied holding his hands up to Edward. I was still clueless in what they were talking about. I hadn't taken the news in a quickly as I thought, I was sitting in a more comfortable position now.

"No, but there are some things that she can hear that you can't," he poked at his neck hard again, forgetting that I was even here but keeping a close eye on me at the same time.

I know, I heard, He replied, taking no real interest in it all, I saw images of a beautiful woman in his head, a wonderfully divine blond haired woman that he was admiring, as so did Edward. As Emmett grew into his thoughts that were now about him and the blond haired woman driving in an elegant red car on a speedway, Edward delved into my mystery.

"How? It's been years and there has been no-one like her before," He carried, in his own thoughts now, "Earlier she had a dream in Chemistry, extremely vivid, even by our standards," Edward said to himself, taking notice that Emmett couldn't care any less and of me, "She might have just been in a very imaginative state but it all looked like it had happened before…"

I tried to ignore him talking about me like I was not even there, but any attempt at standing up I made was held down by Edward's firm hand.

What happened, did she go wacko? Emmett felt the need to reply in between his daydreams. He was looking past me with his arms folded, ready to run away in boredom.

"No, no, but it was quite disturbing. There was fire and pools of blood and dying people, everywhere!" he looked into the distance putting his fingers to his chin, "I could smell it all, feel the heat and hear the screams," he flashed his head over to me crouching down to my in my crossed legged position, "It has happened before hasn't it?"

As long as I didn't think it he wouldn't have to know. I started singing in my head, shouting random phrases in order to through him off. I smiled a bit, a crooked smile towards him. The truth? It did happen, not the dream but the situation. Although things were different at the time, the same scene changed me forever not long ago. The culprits were the people standing in front of me. I knew it wasn't them in particular but it was their race.

I hated them, they were disgusting, I had just remembered, I shook my head and gave a look of disgust to them now. The shouts in my head were no longer to through him off but to annoy him. They were curses and cussing, I was telling him all sorts of ways I wanted to torture him; I was vicious and disgusted at him, at the both of them. No reason other than what they were.

"Yes, it has," he concluded after getting up and chuckling slightly at my swearing, "and she holds a grudge."

"Of course I do!" I screamed at them, at a volume that the other classes' couldn't hear, although they must have been interrupted by my crashes onto the floor. I finally used my strength and stood up, only facing their chests but holding my head up high, "you two are disgusting, you're vampires for Christ's sake!" I belted out at a volume where others could now hear.

Edward glared at me with open eyes as he pushed me back a little by covering my mouth, Emmett only vaguely interested in me.

"Do you really believe that we would do what had happened in your so called 'dream' earlier?" he said. And slide a hand behind my back before I could crash onto the ground for the first time. He removed his hand from over my lips to over my neck, his lack of body heat was bellowing over me. For a few seconds I forgot what he was and felt about how wonderful he was. Although he was angry and intense he was extremely gorgeous. Better looking than any of the other boys that this school, his face was perfect and I was so mesmerised I place my hands on his shoulders. For some reason they were 'perfect' too, ridiculous to think about but they were, and to be honest, with a glance at Emmett they both were.

It confirmed my thoughts; they were vampire and not joking with me. No one else can have that amount of strength, that vivid a vision or their brilliant acrobatics.

"Isn't that what you do? Kill for fun you, filthy beasts!" I spat at Edward, nostrils flaring at the unconcerned two. I felt a little guilty that I didn't treat as normal people similar to when I was looking that their beauty, but they were vampire, undeserving of empathy.

"You have a lot to learn…" He replied, a wide toothy smirk covering his face.

He pulled me closer, me loosing my enraged expression and gaining a bemused one, with my moth slightly open to reply. I had nothing to say, no words could have come from my mouth at that moment, and there was no need to.

I was locked in his grip and I was sure I didn't want to escape from it.

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