Once again I blame Freecell for making this take SO long. Sorry about that :( Oh well, that and my new job. I've worked everyday this week and i've had NO time. Stupid deli... Anywho, this is actually only half the fifth chapter because:
a.) I figured if i took any longer certain people might shoot me...
b.) The moment I hit 15 pages, i decided you guys would kill me for making you sit though an hour of my excruciatingly horrible writing
c.) i wanted to update cuz i haven't gotten any reviews in a bazillion years and to be quite frank, it makes me lonely (yes, i realize i have no life...i've decided i don't care because neither (technically) does Edward Cullen and look at him :P )

Which reminds me...I own nothing to do with Twilight (not characters, dialouge or plot) that all belongs to the wonderfully talenty Stephanie Meyer who i've come to love and adore (in a strictly non-stalker way). Well, thats not true, i seem to own my Edwards male PMS, something i am truly sorry for (i shall try to coax him on to midol... if that works on vampires...and males...). I blame music.

Speaking of music, listen to Swallowed by the Sea by Coldplay and Cast no Shadow by Oasis. Both these songs get me in the very emo angsty mood that is completely necessary when writing about emo angsty hundred year old vampires. Repeat is your friend.

Hayley

After talking to Bella, being so close that her scent filled every crevice of my lungs and nose, I couldn't concentrate on Math. I couldn't let her affect me like this. I took a deep breath and turned my focus to the front of the room. We were learning about Quadratic Formulas and Equations. 'Easy,' I thought, 'but still involves some brain activity.' I quickly started to fill in the sheet that Mr. Ross had handed out. It was simple and I was done in a matter of minutes. I leaned back in my seat and waited for the rest of the class to catch up.

That's when I smelt it. There was blood, that was for sure and all from different people. I sat up, automatically and irrationally worried about Bella.

"Mr. Ross, may I be excused?" I asked, hiding the panic in my voice. He came over to my desk and checked over my work before nodding. I nodded thanks and walked swiftly out of the room. I quickly walked down the stairs to where the smell was coming from. It was only when I was half way down the stairs when I realized that I might loose control if Bella's blood was one of the many scents that were making their way into my nose. It was then I realized that it was coming from the science hall. Bella had English in the morning. Curious I followed the scent to room 125, the biology room. I peeked into the small window on the door. Mr. Banner was pacing the isles as the kids in class pricked their fingers and examined the blood on the slides.

I was just about to turn away and go back to class when…

"Hey Edward." Alice chirped brightly. I nearly jumped in surprise.

"Alice. Why didn't you tell me about this? I have biology after lunch!" I was angry, this could have ruined everything. Particularly is Bella had pricked her finger before I managed to escape class.

"Calm down. I was going to tell you at lunch." She said, rolling her eyes at me. "You worry too much."

"Rosalie, Jasper and Emmett?" I asked tersely, still angry. I was playing out scenarios in my mind of what could have happened if Biology came around and I didn't know about the activities. 'The best case seemed to be that everyone in the class ended up dead,' I thought grimly.

"Rosalie doesn't have biology until next semester, Emmett isn't taking it this year and Jasper knows. I'm skipping last period to be with him." She rolled her eyes again.

"What does Mr. Banner think of this?" I asked her. She should have at least come up with a good excuse for getting out of class.

"Simple. I told him I was afraid of needles and pretended to faint when he pulled one out." She admitted lightly. I nodded. It was a good reason to avoid the activity; I, however, would probably just skip class without good reason. I did it often enough.

"I have to go back to class Alice."

"Okay, have fun. Oh, that reminds me, have fun at lunch as well" she grinned.

I was wary of her somewhat devious expression. "What is happening today at lunch?"

"You haven't planned it yet? Oh, well your having lunch today with Bella," she explained. She grinned wickedly at my expression. "Have fun, I have to go." She practically danced down the hall in the opposite direction.

I was slightly jealous of her skipping class. Math was so tediously boring. I took my time going back to class. Wandering and looking at the posters and pictures on the walls. The moment I walked into class and sat down at my desk, the bell rang. As I gathered my things, my teacher was walking towards me.

Took twenty minutes to do what? Probably to visit his girlfriend, this will mean detentions for…

I looked up and gazed into Mr. Ross' eyes. It was time to use my 'abilities' to their fullest power. I turned my gaze seductive, hypnotic, much like a snake looking at a mouse. All the other students had left, what harm could it do.

"I'm sorry I was late, my sister fainted in class." I explained, my voice just as mesmerizing as my eyes. "I assure you, it won't happen again:" He nodded with a dazed expression on his face as I picked up my books and left.

What just happened…?

I walked down the hall to my next class, dreading the repetitive lesson awaiting me. I arrived and took my customary seat in the middle row and prepared myself for the boredom that would inevitably come. I poised my pen above my paper as my teacher walked in and jumped right into the lecture.

I thought about what Alice had said. Lunch with Bella would be nice, more than nice. I could feel myself wanting to get to know her better, perhaps to make up for what I couldn't see in her mind. She was intelligent and beautiful and…and… 'Your in love with her,' I realized. I produced a sigh that could have easily been mistaken for boredom and sunk down further into my chair. It would be interesting to see how this would turn out.

I glanced at the clock with 30 seconds left in the periods. I started to gather my things and was out the door the moment the bell rang. I had to make it to the cafeteria before she did to reserve a table. Plenty of people stared at me as I rushed down the hall.

Where is he going is such a hurry...?

He has to be the best looking boy in school…or possibly the world…

When I reached the cafeteria, I saw my family waiting for me, waving me over. I shook my head. Alice turned her head; shrugging it off as yet another one of her visions came true. Rosalie, Jasper and Emmett continued to stare. I shook my head again and nodded to Alice. She would explain.

I picked a table as far away from my family as I could manage, as if distance would stop their angry thoughts. I pulled out a chair and quietly waited for Bella to walk through the doors. I could hear the astonished thoughts bouncing though the small cafeteria and feel the surprised eyes on the back of my neck. Bella walked in accompanied by her usual friends. I followed her eyes as she glanced over at my usual table and grinned when her shoulders slumped in disappointment. She walked over to the food line and picked out at lemonade before she started over to her normal table. I waited for her to catch my eye so I could motion her over.

Unfortunately, Jessica caught it first. Oh my gosh. Is he…he's looking at me! I shifted my gaze to Bella. Her face immediately went into a scowl then into a false smile. Oh, he wants Bella. What is the matter with boys in this school! She leaned over and started to inform her friend.

"Edward Cullen is staring at you again." Bella looked up, hopeful. "I wonder why he's sitting alone today." Bella followed Jessica's gaze to meet my eyes. I smiled and motioned her over. She just stared. I winked playfully; wanting to get the message across that this wasn't just about a homework question.

"Does he mean you?" Astonishment coloured ever word with jealous undertones.

"Maybe he needs help with his Biology homework." I smiled as I heard this. Obviously she didn't get the meaning behind my wink.

"Um, I'd better go see what he wants." I beamed as she started to make her way over to the empty seat beside me. She stared undecidedly at the vacant chair. I could see that she was going to need some encouragement.

"Why don't you sit with me today?" I couldn't stop smiling as she sat down. There was a long pause. I hadn't thought through the conversation, just the invitation. Which had worked rather well.

"This is different," she said.

"Well…" I stopped. "I decided as long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly." If I was going to torture myself by denying myself the only thing I'd ever wanted, why not torture myself equally by putting myself around the strongest blood I had ever smelt, but have the only person I'd ever wanted, Bella. It all balanced out.

She simply stared at me, obviously confused. "You know I don't have any idea what you mean." I smiled again. That was the point.

"I know." I shifted my mind over to her normal table to find the reason behind the furious glares that Mike was giving me.

What a…If there weren't teachers around, I would punch Cullen so hard…what's he got that I don't. Bella should be over here with me.

What is she doing with him? She doesn't even deserve Mike, let alone the hottest most unavailable guy in school. She should be over with us, or better yet over with the chess club nerds where she belongs.

"I think your friends are angry with me for stealing you." She shifted an inch, sending wave after wave of her glorious aroma to me. I gripped the underside of the table with my free hand. Maybe I wasn't as strong as I thought. I was using all the strength I had to restrain from leaping up right then. I composed myself within moments.

"They'll survive."

"I may not give you back, though." Did I really mean that? Maybe I was too dangerous for her. She was so fragile and I…was a monster. I struggled to keep my face calm. She gulped and her heart race increased. I laughed to cover my emotions and pushed them deep down.

"You look worried."

"No," she said. That surprised me. "Surprised actually…what brought all this on?"

"I told you – I got tired of trying to stay away from you. So I'm giving up." I smiled. Maybe giving up wasn't the best idea, but when I was close to her, when I smelt that delicious scent radiating from her body, when I listened to her, I lost all power to control my will. I would have to be extra careful.

"Giving up?" Her eyes filled with confusion.

"Yes – I'm giving up trying to be good. I'm just going to do what I want now, and let the chips fall where they may." I would just have to work incredibly hard to suppress my primal instinct.

"You lost me again."

I smiled once again. "I always say too much when I'm talking to you – that's one of my problems."

"Don't worry – I don't understand any of it." Sarcasm crept into her tone.

"I'm counting on it."

"So, in plain English, are we friends now?" She looked hopeful. I wanted with every inch of my being to live up to that hope and spend every minute of every day with her. Instead, I had to be cautious.

"Friends…" I was unsure even if that was safe enough for her. Of course I wanted to leap across the table, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to kiss her, inhale her scent and hold her for all eternity, or clench my mouth around her neck and take the life giving liquid I craved so much.

"Or not…"

I grinned. "Well, we can try, I suppose." As long as I drank everyday and suppressed my urges like I was doing now, I could be around her. I hoped. "But I'm warning you now that I'm not a very good friend for you." I kept my smile up but put real meaning behind every word. Putting her life in danger every time she was near me was a very irresponsible and selfish thing to do.

"You say that a lot," she grumbled.

"Yes, because you're not listening to me. I'm still waiting for you to believe it. If you're smart, you'll avoid me." It pained my frozen heart to say that. I wanted to take it all back and tell her the truth, but I bit the words back. It was for her own good, even if it was worse for me.

"I think you've made your opinion on the subject of my intellect clear." I smiled. "So, as long as I'm being…not smart, we'll try to be friends?" She struggled.

"That sounds about right." Well, at least we were friends…for as long as she didn't realized how dangerous I really was. She looked away, I tried to find her eyes but she refused, staring at the lemonade bottle.

"What are you thinking?" I would give anything to know what was going on in her beautiful head, even my immortal life. She looked up at me, and I stared into the deep chocolate vats, trying to decipher the thoughts that lay jumbled behind them.

"I'm trying to figure out what you are." My jaw tightened and I struggled to keep my anger in check.

"Are you having any luck with that?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Not too much," she confessed. I let my face loosen. I tried to convince myself that there was no way that she could know. I chuckled at her honesty.

"What are your theories?" I asked, wanting to know. She blushed and a deep pink rushed to her cheeks. She kept her mouth closed. I smiled and tilted my head to the side and stared deeply into her dazzling eyes. "Won't you tell me?" I made my voice silky and sweet, trying to pry the information out of her. She shook her head.

"Too embarrassing."

My shoulders slumped when my attempt had failed. "That's really frustrating, you know." I knew I was complaining but I was so used to plucking the answers and reasons from peoples minds, an advantage I clearly didn't have here.

"No." I could tell something bad was coming, as she got defensive. "I can't imagine why that would be frustrating at all – just because someone refuses to tell you what they're thinking, even if all the while they're making cryptic little remarks specifically designed to keep up at night wondering what they could possibly mean…now, why would that be frustrating?" I grimaced at her tone.

"Or better, say that person also did a wide range of bizarre things – from saving your life under impossible circumstances one day to treating you like a pariah the next, and he never explained any of that, either, even after he promised. That would also be very non-frustrating." I held back a smile; she was quite funny when she was angry.

"You've got a bit of a temper, don't you?"

"I don't like double standards," she stated simply.

I turned my attention, once again, to the table of the unsmiling faces glaring in our direction.

What the hell is he doing to her? She looks pissed. Maybe I should go over there, teach him a lesson.

I started laughing. As if he could do anything to me. Bella looked at me suspiciously.

"What?"

"Your boyfriend seems to think I'm being unpleasant to you – he's debating whether or not to come break up our fight." I laughed again at the mere thought of it. Not only did I stand half a foot above his spiky blonde hair but I was also indestructible. Bella gave me a sour look.

"I don't know who you're talking about. But I'm sure your wrong anyway."

"I'm not." I knew for sure I wasn't wrong. I had a slight advantage over others. "I told you, most people are easy to read." All except one.

"Except me, of course."

"Yes. Except for you." I tried to keep my face calm but frustration and anger seeped in to my expression. "I wonder why that is." I continued to stare at her perfect face – her deep brown eyes, heart shaped face and her full lips. I let my eyes linger there before looking, once again into her eyes. She looked away and sipped at her lemonade.

"Aren't you hungry?"

"No. You?" She glanced down at the empty table in front of me.

"No, I'm not hungry." My mouth turned up at the absurdity of the comment. The one person whose blood I was lusting after was asking me if I was hungry. It was ironic.

"Can you do me a favor?"

I immediately guarded my expression. "That depends on what you want." I didn't want to divulge too many secrets about my life to her.

"I just wondered…if you could warn me beforehand the next time you decide to ignore me for my own good. Just so I'm prepared." I nearly laughed when she replied but kept my lips pressed together when I realized she was serious.

"That sounds fair."

"Thanks

"Then can I have one answer in return?" I asked, my thought turning back to her theories. This would be so much easier if I could just read her thoughts.

"One."

"Tell me one theory." Bella's face grew hard but blush still rushed to her cheeks.

"Not that one."

"You didn't qualify, you just promised me one answer," I argued.

"And you've broken promises yourself," she retorted.

"One theory – I won't laugh." I turned on the charm that I had used this morning with my teacher, trying to lure Bella into a daze. She was looking down so my eyes couldn't connect with hers.

"Yes, you will." She said confidently, looking up. I could see her sanity begin to slip away.

"Please?" I said a final time, edging towards her face. She blinked and in a second, all reason disappeared from her eyes.

"Er, what?"

"Please tell me one little theory?" I said, still staring into her flawless face – unable to look away.

"Um, well, bitten by a radioactive spider?" I acknowledged the Peter Parker reference because I had heard it before. I scoffed. I thought she was more intelligent than that.

"That's not very creative," I pointed out.

"I'm sorry, that's all I've got." The spell was broken as her face turned into discontentment at my quick dismissal of her idea.

"Your not even close," I teased, trying to lighten her mood.

"No spiders?"

"Nope."

"And no radioactivity?"

"None." Although being a radioactive freak would probably be better that what I am now, I thought bitterly.

"Dang." She said, obviously disappointed that she was so off in her estimates.

"Kryptonite doesn't bother me, either." I said, laughing as guessed another of her theories. If she thought I was Spiderman, than Superman wasn't far down the line.

"You're not supposed to laugh, remember," she scolded sharply. I resisted the urge to laugh harder at her tone. It almost made her sound like Esme. I tried to calm my face.

"I'll figure it out eventually," she warned.

"I wish you wouldn't try." Her life was difficult enough without a coven of undercover vampires adding to her problems.

"Because…?"

"What if I'm not a superhero?" I asked, going along with her comic book theory. "What if I'm the bad guy?" And I truly was. I was the one feeding on innocent civilians until the hero came to save them.

"Oh." She said simply. I felt a stab of fear as I saw realization colour her eyes. "I see."

"Do you?" I asked, wondering painfully what she had put together in her mind.

"Your dangerous?" She asked. I could hear her pulse quicken, another ironic situation. I leaned backwards, trying to escape the sound of what my mouth longed for and what my heart and head rejected. "But not bad," she continued. "No, I don't believe that you're bad." She was wrong. I was bad, I was creature from hell sent to kill and reap the human world of all that was good. I nearly turned my face away from hers in shame.

"You're wrong." I whispered. I looked down took the bottle cap from her lemonade, spinning it in between my fingers. The silence that followed was too long to be considered normal or comfortable. Suddenly, Bella jumped up.

"We're going to be late."

"I'm not going to class today," I explained, still twirling the bottle cap, unable to look into her eyes.

"Why not?" She demanded.

"It's healthy to ditch class now and then." I put on a smile while my thoughts were troubled. I have blood to complete the experiment with, I added in my head. I vaguely wondered what would come out of my skin, if the needle could cut through it, if the humans wouldn't run a scream when the needle snapped in half.

"Well I'm going," she looked at me defiantly but her eyes were undecided. I wanted to beg her to stay, so I could talk with her and listen to her wonderful voice, but her scent was almost overwhelming me already, I didn't know how much longer I could hold on. I concentrated very hard on the little cap spinning in between my fingers.

"I'll see you later, then." I could see her hesitantly turn around and headed out of the cafeteria.

If you hated it, i'm sorry, i'm having some writting issues (i can't write...so it's a rather big one...)
Tell me what i should improve, i will try to listen
and the next update shall be your Christmas present so check on the 25th

Hayley
(R&R)