A/N: I hope you are enjoying this fiction. More will happen as it goes on, I promise. As I was writing last night I found that my ideas for chapters are incredibly long, so this is part two of chapter one. I don't know if there will be a part three yet. I figured updating the chapter in parts would allow you to not have to wait as long between updates.

Also sorry they are not as frequent as I hoped. School has been killing me, but only twenty more days left do you have nothing to worry about! Just to let you know, this weekend I'm heading to Oregon to look at a college- this is why this part contains Oregon in it- so the next update my not be until sometime next week.

Disclaimer: S. Meyer asked me one day about my favorite book. I told her Harry Potter. With an eye roll she went and wrote Twilight to prove that I need to write fanfiction about Bella and Edward too. Linkin Park owns the lyrics, title, etc. I basically own... nothing.

1. PAPERCUT

PART II

A face that awakes when I close my eyes

A face watches every time I lie

A face that laughs every time I fall

And watches everything

There were more and more people greeting me a happy birthday as the day went on. Every time someone uttered those two words, I grew a bit angrier. Every time Edward laughed. He thought my hatred of my birthday was irrational and immature. I could see it in his eyes and then when we were driving home he called me on it.

"So why do you hate your birthday?" Edward pointed out, driving without looking at the road once more. Instead his cinnamon brown eyes were focused on me and my fidgeting. I pulled on my hair causing it to cover my face as I looked out my window.

"Good things just never happen on my birthday," I told him. I noticed we weren't on the way to my house. "Where are we going?"

"A surprise," he grinned, "what type of things?"

I hid once again. It was funny that even though we asked each other so many questions, we still had more and more stored up. It was as if every question created two more new ones. And a surprise? Oh no.

"Charlie is expecting me for dinner."

"No he's not, I called him and told him I was taking you out somewhere nice for your birthday," Edward talked to the veil that was my hair. "Now what type of things?"

"There's no where nice here in Forks. Really, I'm okay with making dinner tonight," I turned to fight back. A low growl came from the back of his perfect throat from my avoidance of his question. I gulped, but didn't flinch as I remembered he was just as hungry as I was.

It wasn't that I was scared he would hurt me, kill me. He would never do that. I could feel it when he held me at night, soothing away my bad dreams and allowing me to regain my breath. It was in the way he smiled when he kissed me. He wasn't going to hurt me, but I still knew what happened when he got angry and would rather like to avoid it on a day like today.

"Answer the question Bella," he stated flatly, making me burn in anger at myself for always giving in to him. It was his fault, his perfection, but still, you would think I had discovered some restraint during the relationship. Truthfully, I found myself having less and less. It was torture to not kiss back.

I gave a sigh of annoyance and felt the car swerve. Shooting a glare over at Edward I knew he did it purposely to shake me.

"Fine!" I surrendered, "When I was three, I broke my leg on a trampoline. When I was eight, I only two out of sixteen girls showed to my party. I stopped having parties then, but the days just got worse. Charlie forgetting, my mother working over time or going on a date."

Edward was quite as he took it all in. I somewhat noticed we were no longer in Forks. I refused to glance over at the speedometer, but I had a feeling it was cruising well over a hundred miles per hour. His flawless face set in stone as in processed this new information; he was still as stone.

"What about last year." It wasn't a question. He wanted to know. I bit my lip and glanced out the window again, noting we were on a freeway. The cars moving around us never seemed to notice when he cut them off or even change speed for the silver Volvo we were in.

"Last year I decided to move here," I said glumly. It wasn't that I still hated Forks, I was actually beginning to like it, it was just the memories of the sun, my mom, and large school still occasionally haunted me. There was a hurt in my voice I was sure Edward could hear.

"Bella..." he voice had softened and I felt his fingers in my hair, tucking it softly behind my ear, the soft coolness barely touching my skin. I turned giving him a soft smile. Coming to Forks had some good points, like meeting Edward. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," I laughed lightly, slowly moving my hand to his cheek, "you're what makes it worth while."

"Ahh yes, your vampire lover," he laughed, his eyes sparkling with his ultra white teeth.

"I like to think you as my guardian angel instead," I made him smile even wider. It was beautiful, dazzling, it made my heart stop knowing I was the one to make him smile like that. I blushed so hard I turned to the window again, the ground underneath us still moving. We were moving too fast for me to figure out any landmarks- but then again trees were never good landmarks to begin with.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked. I got no answer except the curl of a smirk. "Okay, if you're not going to tell me, can you at least tell me how you got Charlie to okay this?"

"He's going to be late, some trouble in town. Local kids protesting something," Edward grinned when I turned to stare at him incredulously.

"What did you do?" I asked, meaning it. Edward, however, smiled like it was inside joke and disregarded my seriousness.

"I didn't do anything," he smiled. I knew he wouldn't lie, but studied his face anyways.

"Jasper."

"Not him exactly," there was a soft stop in the car and we were perfectly parallel parked. I still had no idea where we were. "More like his abilities..."

I groaned, thinking of all the work Charlie would have to do, how his weekend might just be ruined. There was a soft breeze and I realized Edward was already opening my door for me, holding out his hand for me to take. Grimly I let him pull me from the car and guide me into a store.

Once inside, the smell of old books and dust caught in my nostrils. My eyes suddenly started having fits as I took in the most books I had ever seen. Since it was near twilight, only a few people littered the large bookstore. However, it was no chain bookstore.

"One full city block, three stories high, any book you think of- they have it," Edward whispered into my ear. It suddenly hit me where we were- Powell's: The largest bookstore in the world. "Happy Birthday."

"You've brought me to Oregon? Portland Oregon?" I asked incredulously turning in his arms. He was grinning. I didn't want to think how we were only in the car for a half hour crossing state lines, instead I was focusing that I was in a bookstore, a very, very big bookstore.

"Well, you always said Forks has a terrible library," he smiled; I just about melted right there. And it didn't help when he leaned in, placing his cold lips softly to mine. A soft energy filled the air, my heart stopped, and I was pretty sure I could hear the florescent lights above me begin to buzz. When he finally released my lips, he kissed my forehead coolly.

"You have two hours to find ten books," he told me softly as I looked up into his beauty, my jaw dropping slightly making him grin.

"Did I tell you I love you today?" I blinked with a wide smile. Edward just gave a playful eye roll and let go of me.

"Get searching, there are over four million books here and I have to get you home before curfew," he said releasing me and giving my butt a little tap with his hand to get me moving. I tried to be angry at that, at the fact I was now forced to return home by a certain time, but the sight of so many books elated my entire being. Maybe for once I'd have a good birthday.

As I searched the shelves for things of literary merit and not, I couldn't stop smiling. He was too perfect. No boy would ever think of doing this for his girlfriend and no boy would ever consider doing this for me. Good thing Edward wasn't what you called a normal boy and even better he was my boyfriend.

The bookstore had rooms of books separated by color and floor. The blue room contained books of literary merit while the rose room housed Children's and Young Adult. On the top floor was the pearl room for biographies and the purple room was an entire floor dedicated towards non-fiction. I found myself getting lost in the blue room when a soft breeze moved behind me.

Stepping back from the shelf, expecting it to be Edward telling me my time was up, I was in shock to see a man about the age of twenty standing there with a vindictive smirk. My breath caught in my throat as his eyes watched me. I forgot how to breathe. My heart suddenly stopped as I noticed his nametag. Hello my name is... James.

No, James was dead. Carslie and-and... My mind was racing. The shooting pain of fire in my veins caused me to shudder as I looked into James eyes. He was watching me with interest. This couldn't be the same James, but- he looked so alike and he was so, so pale.

"Do you need any help miss?" his voice was alluring, but innocent- I just didn't notice the last part. His features were made of porcelain.

"I-I'" I began panicking, taking steps backwards. Before I knew it my feet were out from under me and there was a huge crash as I took out a book cart with me as I feel to the ground. There was a panicked run and I felt the cold around me. Oh no, please no, not again. I could smell his breath it was...

"Edward?" I breathed, as I looked up at who had me in his arms. Edward held me close to his chest as I wrapped my arms around his neck. My entire world was spinning. I could hear the vibrations of Edward's voice in his chest as he spoke to someone. My ears were muted; I couldn't understand what was going on.

"Bella? Bella," my name finally came to my ears. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes to look at his caramel ones burning with concern. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"His... his name was James," I realized I was shaking then. Edward let out one of his famous sighs.

"He was a human Bella. He wasn't the hunter. He's dead, you'll never have to see him again," his soft words were laid reassuringly into my ear. I nodded; I knew that. I didn't know why I panicked, but just seeing the dark hair, pale skin, James...

"I want to go home," I muttered holding Edward close. He nodded in understanding; this wasn't the first time this had happened. Over the summer we had run into a few people named James, but none had shook me as bad at this one. It had to be the combination of his looks and name- that or I was getting weaker. My head felt light and my eyes heavy as he lifted my body and began walking through the store.

"I love you Bella, I'll always be here keeping you safe," he murmured in my ear as he placed me into the car, kissing my forehead lightly.

"I told you good things never happen on my birthday," I mumbled with a sleepy tone; he kissed the top of my head again as I began drifting into a sleep, my lullaby being his soft laughter as we began home to Forks.

A/N: A special thanks to Raging Raven, My babie's lullaby, IceHeart48, and peyton818 my first few reviews of this story! This is my first Twilight series so I'm glad you all enjoy.

Also a special thanks to Fiona and Morgan for being my Betas during our very, VERY boring Spanish classes together!