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Chapter Two

We boarded the plane, and as usual, all eyes and thought reflected the great amazement at our group.

To the people of the airport, we appeared a group of college kids off for a trip. But in reality, we were carrying out a destiny.

Our plane was of great size, and we had bought out the first class sections so as not to attract wandering eyes. I personally didn't mind the stares as much, mainly the thoughts, but I believe Alice was caught in all the excitement so as to execute her plan most extravagantly and elaborately.

The airplane took off and we were increasing our altitude.

Edward?

I cocked my head ever so slightly towards Alice to indicate I was listening.

There something that I haven't told you. Bella, well, she's going through a rough patch. She might be a little emotionally unstable.

I looked straight at her with black eyes. She understood and complied.

Bella was sitting on a bed, most likely hers, and crying. She just kept murmuring, "Lynne's gone, its over." It went to a party, where I pulled her out of an overly dressed group as Audrey Hepburn. She glanced across the room and was given a death stare by one blonde girl.

My eyes softened as I watched this. I could see her life going to pieces before my eyes.

But there was more.

Bella sat down in front of a TV and put in a video. On the screen played a homemade movie, one of two little girls running around, eating ice cream, and walking hand in hand. She laughed through sobs at it. At the end of the video, there was a picture of the two little girls smiling largely and the image then faded.

What a great smile. I planned to make her smile, for it was a smile of an angel.

The flight was monotonous; I spent the time thinking about planning for Phoenix. I already had fallen for this…this girl, and I had never even met her. She had never met me. It seemed like a match never meant to be, but I was willing to try. I HAD to try. For me, as I had never felt this way before, but also for Bella, her life seemed so distraught compared to what she was in Alice's vision.

The flight. It also was direct and short. We landed around four o'clock in the morning. It was dark outside, naturally, and not too many people were around. We made our way through baggage and car rentals easily, without any disturbance, and then we drove straight out, and as expected, everyone silently agreed to have me drive, seeing I was the loner of the group.

I took this empty time of driving to delve into the thoughts of my family.

This is going to be good. Emmett's shallow mind was revolving around the havoc he would wreck.

I really hope we can find this girl soon. Alice can't focus. Wow, that plane was nauseating. The stewardess kept leaning in to offer me something to drink. If it weren't for Alice and Edward…, she'd be blood on the floor by now.

Poor Jasper. That plane ride was nearly impossible for him. And the nerve of that plane attendant! He IS NOT interested! Edward, how's he doing now?

Alice always knew the times when I was concentrating on her thoughts. Our game. I scratched my head again as to give her a response.

Yes you know. I know you know. He's thinking about how hard it was isn't he? It's not my gift, but I can feel his pain. It's hard for him Edward, I know it is.

Her mind flickered. She was attempting to see if she could see his future.

He's going to be fine.

Good. Jasper's thirst was greater than any of ours, and he had less control over it. It was one of the few things that scared me. Not his control over his thirst, but how much it plagued Alice. Alice was the best friend I had, being almost as if she were my biological sister.

Our house was not too far from the Phoenix airport, in outer Scottsdale, and at my speed, it wouldn't take long. We arrived soon, and our things were carried inside with great ease. Nothing of worldly mass was anything to test our strength. Anything at all.

I had only packed a few weekend things. In truth, Alice had packed me a few weekend things. She had taken over my wardrobe entirely, buying new things and getting rid of old. It didn't matter to me, though. I had no preference in what I wore, I just wore what she found fit for me.

I packed away my few things and settled in my room. I had the only single, seeing I WAS the only single. About now the sun was rising, and it danced playfully on the walls. I looked around; it had been a while since I had been in a sunny place. I stepped into the path of the window light and let the rays bounce off my skin. They glimmered like diamonds as I lit up with the sparkle indicative to my species. I was a vampire, which was the plain truth. And there was no way around it.

My throat hungered for the one nourishment that I couldn't have: human blood. It had been about 80 years since I last had this one "sweet". I lived off animals, but that never fully satisfied that hunger, that thirst. I could survive in the lifestyle I lead, but I would thrive in the other choice. But Carlisle, Esme, all my family looked up to me for keeping constant to my morals. I could never let them down and change it, even if the circumstances were more drastic. Never.

I had ample time now; nothing was planned, well, except later on tomorrow we were to go to a football game. It was comical how humans found such imbecilic players magnificent. Emmett and I could beat all the professional teams alone without even "breaking a sweat". This was actually Emmett and not Alice's idea, he wanted a laugh. We all complied, but Alice seemed especially giddy about it all.

I decided to take a walk to pass the time. No, a drive, we were in sunny Phoenix. I drove down a boulevard and past a park. It was all unimportant to me. I only had Isabella and meeting her on my mind. I drove further into Scottsdale and I was caught by surprise by the vision I saw before me. It was Bella, so real, unlike the visions, and she was standing in the middle of the street, face to the sky, letting it bask her cheeks, red with warm. That deep-pent hunger inside me roared. She smelled amazing. Not just good, but better than anything I had ever smelled. Like chocolate cake to a dieter. No worse than that. Like heroine to a recovering addict. Or cognac to an alcoholic. She smelled so delectable that my mind was starting to get ahead of me. I saw myself; I could easily run her over and steal her away. Or fishtail the car and pull her in. Those would take no strength whatsoever. It was when I looked in the car mirror for a clear path did I realize the monster I was. The veins in my face, what was left of them, were pounding at the skin covering them. My eyes, golden by nature, were glinting with horror and evil. I was no longer what I was. I needed to leave, go far away. Go back home. Why had I ever come? But that smell. Just one bite, which would be all it took. Just one taste to satisfy that thirst that lingered so deep inside me.

Isabella saved herself. She grumbled, for reasons I could not know, and trudged up to the house across the street and knocked on the door. A blonde, thin and tall, answered. Her facial expression was friendly, but her thoughts were not.

Why do our mothers push us together? I am so over you, can't you see that? We WERE friends, but honey, not anymore. Go away. I hate you.

That had to be Lynne. The visions didn't lie that Bella was distraught. I looked over to her to hear the angel's voice in this matter. I got nothing. I tried again, harder. Nothing. This was too much. This Bella was too much. So mysterious, yet I knew so much. It spellbinded me.

I sat outside that window that night, watching Bella and her "friend". "Lynne", as I am pretty sure her name was, was on her computer most of the time, while Bella slept. She looked so peaceful while she slept, like an angel. They then went downstairs and made an orange mess, and ate cookie dough. My mouth watered, as I smelt her, as she ate her sweet, I craved mine. I had to go hunting. I quickly sprinted off to the nearest wood, fairly far, and drained whatever I could find, not even paying attention to what it was. When I returned to that house, Lynne was typing again, and Bella was sleeping. As I looked at her exquisite face, I noticed something. She was crying. In her sleep. Did her dreams sadden her? I once again tried to tap into her mind. Nothing. I had never met a human I could not entirely predict in my…my existence. Why did this singular human stir up so much in me? Feelings, thirsts, question, things I had never felt this strong before.

I watched Bella all night. She started mumbling and talking halfway into the night, after Lynne had also fallen asleep.

"Prince Charming…."

Prince Charming? Now more than ever I wished that I could hear what she was thinking. I had to unravel this mystery before me. She WAS a mystery. I haven't encountered anything that baffled me since my true youth.

I drove home slowly, around 70mph, pondering slowly the conundrum I was faced with.

When I entered the house, I was met with thoughts of confusion and concern.

Edward what's wrong?

I saw it Edward. I can't explain it either.

I'm worried; he looks even paler if it's possible.

Edward? Edward what happened?

They all mirrored concern and question except one:

Edward, she needs you, you can't turn back now.

From the most unlikely of people: Rosalie.

She continued.

She's utterly contemptible, I mean, she's human, but I can understand her life. She's distraught, no friends. She can't deal with her life. I have no idea why you yearn particularly for her blood, or can't read her thoughts, but you can't let that get into your way. She needs you.

Rosalie was unpredictable. One day she hated me, the next she was giving me advice. How did she know about this? She saw it in the eyes of so many girls everyday. Her beauty, as much as she loved having it, gave a deep blow to each of them whenever they saw her. Her face was hard as well as her soul, but she saw the hurt in each girl's eyes.

"Thank you all. I'm fine now." I looked directly at Rosalie, and with a taciturn nod, I walked upstairs.

Music saved me. I played it as loud as possible, some more modern bearable rock tunes. I drifted off to "sleep", or whatever was the closest I could be to it. Damn immortality, it meant I lost that one time where there were no worries. One time I dared to try taking cold medicines and sleep draughts, but nothing worked. I found the closest I could get was thoughtless lying, but the thoughts never were absent. I couldn't shun then, they came naturally.

I lay like this for such a long time; I could have drifted through the next few days. After a while I almost forgot I wasn't human. Morning came, and the sun opened on the house, shining in through the windows. My skin glimmered in the sunlight, and I was reminded of the monster I was.

The monster I have been. The monster I will be.

I collapsed into the internal whirlwind of emotions I was feeling. Depression, mystery, confusion, love. Love? Why did I include that? Nothing made sense anymore. I was questioning myself; I no longer knew the answers. This had never happened before. I never had to second guess myself. Now I did.

The rest of the family was out hunting, which would have been a happy distraction for me if they had decided to include me.

I was the outsider.

I was alone.