Disclaimer- All recognizable characters belong to Mrs. Stephenie Meyer, whereas all new characters belong to me.

Chapter 3- The tables turn

I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. Yuzria was staring out the French windows in my kitchen. I didn't think he'd be safe on his own, so I made him come with Lanina and myself back to our house. I pretty much had to drag him kicking and screaming, but he came. No one else was home at the moment but him and I; Lanina went out with Travis shortly after we got back. So far, the last thirty minutes had been spent in silence. Neither one of us really had anything to say; we were both enwrapped in our own thoughts. I tapped my fingers against the table, boredom was slowly taking over me. My gaze dropped down to my engagement ring and I smiled, then I remembered I had to kick my family out. There was no way we could all live together anymore. Well, there was, but I just didn't feel like living with them once Edward and I were married. That would just be way too weird for me. I really didn't know how Alice, Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie did it.

" How long have you been engaged?" Yuzria asked me suddenly. I was startled to hear from him after his being quiet for so damn long. I turned my attention to him and had to bite back my frown; he looked so sullen and depressed.

" Two months." I answered him. He shook his head and then just looked back out the window. I sighed and leaned forward, this had to stop. He could only sulk for so long before it got annoying.

" Yuzria, I'm really sorry about what happened with Tristine. But I really need to know everything you told her. What can she do? If you were sharing your magic with her-"

" I know how dangerous it is." He snapped at me. I arched and eyebrow and gritted my teeth. I quickly stood up and moved the chair back. He looked surprised at how fast my movement was.

" Don't you snap at me! I'm trying to help you and save my own ass!" I snapped back. He looked at me, his eyes tired. Standing, he walked around the table so he was in front of me.

" I know Isabella, I'm deeply sorry. Please forgive me, it's just that's I'm tired and not very fond of being betrayed like this."

" Who is?" He nodded his head and leaned against the counter; the sun hitting his black curls just right. I tried to ignore how good he looked. I was getting married for Christ's sake!

" I taught her various things. How to move objects and locations with the mind, how to mix and read spells, how to speak Latin. . . I taught her the history of every creature. . ." His voice trailed off, but something told me that wasn't all he'd taught her.

" And?" I pushed. He smiled softly and looked me straight in the eyes.

" You're very wise, and you smell like a master vampire. Tell me, how old are you?"

" I've been a vampire for twenty years." I answered. His smile dropped and he pushed up off the counter. He inhaled deeply then a frown creased his brow.

" That's impossible. You smell-" I held up my hand and rolled my eyes. I'd heard all this before, and it was getting old.

" Yeah, I know, I smell like some centuries old vampire. But I'm not. I'm a guardian vampire, so I guess that comes with the territory." His eyes opened wide and he stepped towards me even more, leaving no space between us. I inhaled sharply and tried to ignore the very good scent radiating from him. He touched my cheek lightly; I was shocked to find the simple touch was enough to send a shiver down my spine. I could only imagine what would happen it- I mentally smacked myself for thinking what I was thinking. ' Bad girl.' I scolded myself.

" I haven't heard of a vampire guardian being alive in quite some time. No wonder you seem to be anxious about Tristine being with that man she mentioned. Mitchell I think it was?" He whispered. His voice soft and tickling my skin. I cleared my throat and pulled away before I did something very stupid. If I could've blushed, I would've been as red as a ripe tomato.

" Yeah, right." I said after a few seconds. " You still haven't answered my question. What else did you teach her?" He looked at me sheepishly and then turned from me. I could practically see the anger surging underneath his skin at the thought of her betrayal.

" How to work demon curses." I snorted and let out a breath of relief.

" That's it? Oh thank the Lord." I replied. He whirled around, confusion settling into his face and eyes.

" Whatever do you mean? This isn't a good thing Isabella. She could kill you, she could kill anything know. I told her to only use it in self defense but I doubt she'll use it for that." I smiled at sat down at the table.

" Mitchell may need her because he doesn't know those things and thinks he has an inside against me; but little does he know I already know demon curses. I use them often. You see I was raised by a very. . . Insane vampire who decided to educate me well." I told him. " If that's all you told her, then I don't need to worry anymore than usual."

" You are a very surprising vampire Isabella. Very few people can go up against demon curses." I smirked and shrugged my shoulders.

" I try, besides I'm not most people. And you can call me Bella."

" As you wish." I nodded my head once and glanced at the clock. It was only eleven and I was as bored as I was? Ew.

" So Yuzria, do you feel comfortable enough to go home or would you like to stay here?" I asked him. His eyes twinkled in the light, amusement apparent in them.

" I can hold my own Bella. There's little you know of me." He said as an answer. Another shiver went down my spine and I gulped. Licking my lips, I stood up and took my keys out of my pocket.

" Well then come on, I'll take you home." He grabbed his coat off one of the kitchen chairs and we headed out the door. Outside rain was falling down slowly. Thunder boomed in the distance. I opened the doors to my car and slid in. After he told me where he lived I revved the car to life and took off. He was right, I didn't know much of him. And I was interested to learn more.

The car ride was a fairly quiet one. We talked only to fill in some of the silence, but both of us were comfortable in the quiet. We didn't feel the need to talk. As I turned a corner a sharp scent hit me right between the eyes. I gagged and stopped the car. Smoke billowed above one of the houses on the block and Yuzria let out a yell. He manually unlocked the door and ran outside. I held my breath and unlocked my door; the smell was horrible. Yuck. I ran towards him and grabbed him before he ran into the burning house. " They burned my house down!" He yelled.

" There's nothing you can do Yuzria! Get back in my car." I yelled back. I could hear the sirens already. But that didn't mean much seeing as how I had super hearing. For all I knew, they could've been ten minutes away. He struggled to break my grip and when he realized his strength was nowhere near mine, he decided to resort to magic. Suddenly I was thrown back and he darted back over to his house. I growled and bolted back up, rushing back towards him. I threw myself onto him, careful not to land on him, and smacked his face. " Snap out of it!" I cried. " Do you have a death wish?" I saw him go to flick me off again and growled. " I didn't want to have to do this Yuzria, but you've left me no choice." I grabbed his arm and twisted it, listening to it break. He let out a cry of pain and went still, looking up at me. " Thank you." I said and pulled him away. He sat on the grass, watching his house burn as the firemen pulled up. I rolled my eyes, they were a little too late. Nothing was going to be salvageable.

" I can't believe it." He muttered. " Why would they do this?" He asked me.

" Because you were nice to me? I don't know." I responded honestly. I really didn't know why Mitchell would bother torching Yuzria's house.

" Maybe they wanted me dead." My thoughts stopped and I glared at him. Maybe. . .

" Just how powerful are you? How powerful can you be?" He looked down a the grass and shifted, wincing because of his arm.

" Pretty powerful." He told me. I let out a bitter chuckle and pounded my fist into the sidewalk. Yuzria looked at me, his eyebrow raised. " What's wrong?" He asked.

" They don't want you to help me. Mitchell wants me to be as weak as I can be when fighting him. They wanted to either kill you to stop you, or scare you away."

" Well, they didn't kill me. And they haven't scared me away. If anything they've made me more mad." I gazed into his eyes, he was telling the truth.

" Why do you trust me? I mean, why are you willing to help me? You thought I was going to kill you a couple hours ago."

" I also heard Eden call you Noleen and from what I've heard Noleen is a killing machine. You seem different, like you've changed. I want to help."

" My how the tables turn." I teased. He let out a small laugh but then winced again because of the pain. " Oh, sorry about that. I'll fix it when we get home."

" You're going to have to, all my potions and such were inside my home. I have nothing."

" Well, Edward can take you shopping for clothes and everything. And I can take you to a store to pick up materials for your spells and such."

" I would appreciate it Bella." I smiled and helped him up. I didn't want anyone seeing us and questioning us about the fire. His broken arm would be a tad hard to explain. So would the fact that my eyes are a dark red; that might throw the humans off a little. Yuzria carefully lowered himself into my car and I shut the door for him. A sudden smell waved by. I tilted my head and inhaled deeply; it was familiar. I looked around, trying to see who was there. Suddenly my gaze landed on this vampire watching me. His face was grim, and he reeked of Mitchell. I scowled and stared him down. He didn't budge. Suddenly he turned and ran off. I got into my car and just sat there for a minute. Who the hell was that and why was he working for Mitchell? I groaned and started my car; sometimes my life really sucked.