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Annnddd On with the Show!

OH PS: I also split this chapter up (tee hee) The next chapter shall be posted by probably thursday/friday.

Theory - Part 1

"Can I ask just one more?" She pleaded. I stared into her brown eyes and found myself unable to refuse. I sighed in defeat.

"One." I answered shortly. I prayed it would be easy but I knew it wouldn't.

"Well…" She began, trying to find the right words. "You said you knew I hadn't gone into the bookstore, and that I had gone south. I was just wondering how you knew that."

I looked away, not wanting her to see the battle I was having with myself shown clearly on my face. Would it scare her if I told her the truth? That I had followed her by means of smell? For some reason, I didn't think that it would bother her as much as I thought.

"I thought we were past all the evasiveness." She interrupted. My lips twitch but I kept my face straight.

"Fine, then. I followed your scent." I kept my eyes fixed on the road, not wanting to see the horror I expected was etched on her face. She didn't make a sound for several moments – I half expected the screaming to start then – but then she started to talk again.

"And then you didn't answer my first question…." She was stalling. That much was clear but I played along.

"Which one?"

"How does it work – the mind-reading thing? Can you read anybody's mind, anywhere? How do you do it? Can the rest of your family…?" She trailed off as she ran out of breath in her lungs. She looked slightly ashamed of herself and her cheeks were flushed the loveliest shade of pink.

"That's more than one," I said pointedly. She continued to bore into my head with her eyes. I decided I might as well tell the truth, what was there to lose now? And for some reason I just couldn't resist her gaze.

"No, it's just me. And I can't hear anyone, anywhere. I have to be fairly close. The more familiar someone's…" I struggled for a word to describe it, " 'voice' is, the farther away I can hear them. Bust still, no more than a few miles." I paused as I remembered the rigorous experiments Carlisle had put me through when we first found out about my 'gift'. The worst one was going through a crowd.

"It's a little like being in a huge hall filled with people, everyone talking at once. It's just a hum – a buzzing if voices in the background. Until I focus on one voice, and then what they're thinking is clear. Most of the time I tune it all out – it can be very distracting. And then it's easier to seem normal when I'm not accidentally answering someone's thoughts rather than their words." I tried to explain. We had to move on many occasions in the beginning, before I was used to my 'gift', and I had given too much away.

"Why do you think you can't hear me?" She questioned her eyes alight with curiosity.

"I don't know." I muttered, talking more to myself. "The only guess I have is that maybe your mind doesn't work the same way the rest of theirs do. Like your thoughts are on the AM frequency and I'm only getting FM." My face broke into a grin. It seemed absurd comparing us both to a radio but Bella's eyes showed understanding. My metaphor had served its purpose, no matter how ridiculous it sounded to me.

"My mind doesn't work right? I'm a freak?" Her face suddenly fell and she looked away from me. I desperately thought of something to cheer her up.

"I hear voices in my mind and you're worried that you're the freak?" I laughed and her heart picked up a few paces. "Don't worry, it's just a theory…." I was reminded of our conversation at dinner and I composed my face, ready for anything she threw at me. "Which brings us back to you."

She let out a sigh when she realized there were no more things that could distract me.

"Aren't we past all the evasions now?" I asked her softly, using the same words she had spoken earlier.

Her eyes wandered away from my face.

"Holy crow!" She yelled suddenly. If I hadn't had vampire reflexes, I would have run the car into a tree. "Slow down!" He voice was coloured with panic.

"What's wrong?" I demanded.

"You're going a hundred miles an hour!" She yelled in my ear. It was even louder than she intended thanks to my heightened senses. I suppressed a wince and almost immediately calmed down. If she thought my driving was dangerous….

"Relax, Bella." I said and I turned my eyes back to the road. I rolled my eyes at her worry.

"Are you trying to kill us?" She questioned.

"We're not going to crash." I stated. I suppressed another eye-roll. Her eyes questioned my sanity.

She took a deep breath; I assumed she was trying to calm herself from another outburst. "Why are you in such a hurry?" Her voice still wavered a bit.

"I always drive like this." I turned to face her and smiled. It was true, I couldn't remember the last time I had drove the speed limit.

"Keep your eyes on the road!" She yelled again. I was prepared that time. I didn't flinch or take my eyes off her for a moment. The sheer terror on her face slowly evaporated away as her eyes skimmed over my features.

"I've never been in an accident, Bella – I've never even gotten a ticket." I paused and brought my index finger to my forehead. "Built-in radar detector." I grinned fully.

"Very funny." The look off horror turned into anger and sarcasm. "Charlie's a cop, remember? I was raised to abide by traffic laws. Besides, it you turn us into a Volvo pretzel around a tree trunk, you can probably just walk away."

"Probably," I agreed. I gave a short laugh. I sounded more like a bark in my ears. But she couldn't walk away from an accident like that. All my hard work this evening would have been for nothing. "But you can't." I sighed and begrudgingly lifted my foot a couple inches off the gas pedal. The car responded immediately and the speedometer hovered around eighty. "Happy?" I asked. Even I could hear the hard tone in my voice.

"Almost."

"I hate driving slow." I muttered under my breath.

"This is slow?" She asked, disbelieving. He tone questioned my sanity once again.

"Enough commentary on my driving." I hated distractions. "I'm still waiting for your latest theory."

She bit her lip and stared thoughtfully past me. I looked into her eyes as they refocused back on my face. I made sure my face showed none of the tension I was feeling.

"I won't laugh," I promised when she didn't say anything for several minutes. I know that had been her main fear last time.

"I'm more afraid that you'll be angry with me." She admitted quietly.

"It is that bad?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

I waited; different theories from people guessing what we were flew through my head. There had been a few close calls, but luckily, even if someone did guess right, no one believed them. I looked over to find she was staring at her fingers that were interlaced with each other.

"Go ahead." I prompted. There was no way she knew. No way.

"I don't know how to start." Her voice was quiet, meek. Almost a whisper.

"Why don't you start at the beginning…you said you didn't come up with this on your own." I pushed her further, using the same words Carlisle used with Alice when she had a vision.

"No."

"What got you started – a book? A movie?" I pushed.

"No – it was Saturday, at the beach." She glanced quickly at my face, gauging my reaction. I was wholly confused and I let it show clearly on my face.

"I ran into an old family friend – Jacob Black. His dad and Charlie have been friends since I was a baby."

Black… why did that sound familiar? It seems I should have known what she was talking about but I was still in the dark.

"His dad is one of the Quileute elders." She watched me carefully. I kept the confused expression on my face as anger and panic took over my system. "We went for a walk –" she continued, seemingly oblivious to my panic attack, "– and he was telling me some old legends – trying to scare me, I think. He told me one…." She stopped abruptly.

"Go on." I prompted. There was no doubt now. She knew exactly what I was, but still she willingly had got into my car and sat with me through dinner… and was sitting here right beside me, only scared with my driving…

"About vampires," She whispered. She knew. My secret was out and I would be packing tonight and gone by first light tomorrow. My hands clenched into fists around the steering wheel. I felt the leather and metal groan under my hands.

"And you immediately thought of me?" I was struggling to keep my voice calm.

"No. He…mentioned your family."

So they had broken the treaty. Carlisle would have to be informed immediately but not in front of Bella. I continued to stare at the road. I didn't dare let my eyes wander to what must now be her terrified face. She surprised me by speaking again.

"He just thought it was a silly superstition," She blurted out in a hurry. "He didn't expect me to think anything of it. It was my fault, I forced him to tell me."

Odd. She seemed more worried about this Jacob Black, than her own safety and proximity to a bloodsucking monster.

"Why?"

"Lauren said something about you – she was trying to provoke me. And an older boy from the tribe said your family didn't come to the reservation, only it sounded like he meant something different. So I got Jacob alone and I tricked it out of him." By the end of her speech she seemed ashamed of herself, in my peripheral vision I saw her hang her head in shame. I laughed.

"Tricked him how?" I asked. I was curious to know how the worst liar in the world could trick anything out of anybody.

"I tried to flirt – it worked better than I thought it would." Her voice radiated disbelief.

"I'd like to have seen that." I chortled blackly. "And you accuse me of dazzling people – poor Jacob Black." I was strangely jealous of him, seeing Bella flirt would have been quite enjoyable. I smelt the blood pooling in her cheeks as she blushed.

"What did you do then?" I asked after a minute of uncomfortable silence.

"I did some research on the internet."

"And did that convince you?" I asked nonchalantly. Even though my insides were squirming, I tried to keep up my cool demeanor.

"No. Nothing fit. Most of it was kind of silly. And then…" She hesitated.

"What?" I urged.

"I decided it didn't matter." If my heart were beating, it would have stopped.

"It didn't matter?" I pronounced each word sharply. I was…surprised, to say the least, that she could sit there so calmly and tell me she didn't care that I was a bloodsucking monster straight from a child's worst nightmare.

"No. It doesn't matter to me what you are." She spoke softly. Ever part of her face was open, serene and – above all – radiating truth.

"You don't care if I'm a monster? If I'm not human?"

"No," she answered softly.

I turned my face away from hers and concentrated unnecessarily at the dark road. I couldn't help the fury from leaking into my expression.

"You're angry." It wasn't a question. She let out a long sigh. "I shouldn't have said anything."

"No. I'd rather know what you're thinking – even if what you're thinking is insane."

"So I'm wrong again?" She didn't sound like she thought she was wrong. Her tone was challenging me.

"That's not what I was referring to. 'It doesn't matter'!" I quoted her. Her hands clenched at my mocking, but eyes opened in incredulity.

"I'm right?" She gasped.

"Does it matter?" I asked, using her words again. I expected her to lash out at me for mocking her but she simply took a deep breath.

"Not really." She admitted. I suppressed an eye-roll at her lack of self-preservation and stupidity. "But I am curious."

Of course she was. What else had I expected?

"What are you curious about?" I asked in defeat. Her mouth tugged into a smug smile.

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen." I was, sort of.

She looked down in acceptance before another flash of realization crossed her face. "And how long have you been seventeen?" She asked confidently.

I tried to conceal the smile that tried to force its way onto my lips. She was smarter than I first thought. "A while." I allowed. I didn't need to scare her by telling her my real age.

"Okay." The smug grin returned to her lips. I looked down at her when the questions had stopped. I really doubted she had so few to ask. Her smile widened at my expression, whatever it was – I wasn't even bothering to keep demeanor under control. I frowned in response.

"Don't laugh – but how can you come out during the daytime?" She asked timidly, her arrogant smile disappeared as quickly as it came.

I couldn't help but chuckle. The things some people believed…if they only knew how wrong Hollywood's version of us was. She shot me a death glare. "Myth." I answered.

"Burned by the sun?"

"Myth."

"Sleeping in coffins?"

"Myth." I hesitated. Resentment entered my voice. "I can't sleep."

Several seconds passed while she processed the information. Astonishment seeped into her eyes. "At all?"

"Never," I said, my voice barely a whisper. I turned my head and stared into her chocolate eyes. Pity was all that poured out from them. I looked away unwillingly after a couple minutes. I hated to be pitied.

"You haven't asked me the most important question yet." I composed my expression again and looked at her. She just blinked, dazed and confused.

"Which one is that?"

"You aren't concerned about my diet?" I asked bleakly. She quickly turned her face away from mine; obviously not wanting me to see whatever emotion was showing through her features.

"Oh, that," She muttered quietly.

"Yes, that." I answered. I was a little angry how casually she was taking this entire subject. "Don't you want to know if I drink blood?"

She winced at the word. I remembered what a tiny bit of blood could do to her. "Well, Jacob said something about that."

"What did Jacob say?" My voice was lined with a mocking edge, but she didn't seem to notice it.

"He said you didn't…hunt people. He said your family wasn't supposed to be dangerous because you only hunted animals."

"He said we weren't dangerous." The Quileute legends obviously didn't illustrate my species very well if they made their people think we weren't dangerous.

"Not exactly." She admitted sheepishly. "He said you weren't supposed to be dangerous. But the Quileutes still didn't want you on their land, just in case."

I tried not to focus on anything in particular, specifically Bella's face. My eyes settled out the windshield, but I wasn't really looking at the road that was flashing beneath the tires of my car.

"So he was right?" She interrupted my thoughts. "About not hunting people?" She faltered near the end.

"The Quileutes have a long memory," I confirmed. She settled back into her seat, clearly more comfortable knowing that little detail was true. That bothered me a little, her not comprehending how large the danger to her was.

"Don't let that make you complacent, though." I warned. That was what worried me the most. If she let her guard down too much…I didn't know what might happen. "They're right to keep their distance from us. We are still dangerous."

"I don't understand." Her brow was wrinkled in concentration, trying to pick out the meaning in my words.

"We try. We're usually very good at what we do. Sometimes we make mistakes." Sometimes was a bit of an understatement. "Me, for example, allowing myself to be alone with you."

"This is a mistake?" The sadness in her voice was overwhelming no matter how hard she tried to hide it.

"A very dangerous one." I verified.

Pushing her away was nearly impossible. I was torn between her safety and my happiness. On one hand, I wanted to be close to her so badly my corpse for a heart twisted in agony over not being near her. On the other, the fragrance in the car swirled around my head making it nearly impossible to be close to her. It was drawing out the inner monster that I had worked so hard to lock away. I struggled to keep a cool head.

"Tell me more." She pleaded suddenly. I was startled by the change in the atmosphere and her voice was so pleading and desperate. I couldn't say no.

"What do you want to know?"

"Tell me why you hunt animals instead of people?" The desperation still was under ever word she spoke. I wondered what it was I had done to make her feel so sad. There was a sudden salty smell that mixed with her aroma in a wonderfully wicked way. I glanced over to see what had changed. There were tears threatening to overflow from her saddened eyes. What had I said?

I still wanted to know what she was reacting to, but I answered her question instead. "I don't want to be a monster."

"But animals aren't enough?" The depression and desperation was overpowered by curiosity.

I didn't answer right away. I strained to find a fitting metaphor, one she would understand. "I can't be sure, of course, but I'd compare it to living on tofu and soy milk; we call ourselves vegetarians, out little inside joke. It doesn't completely satiate the hunger – or rather thirst. But it keeps us strong enough to resist." I paused and remembered Bella's lack of fear around me. "Most of the time." I added ominously. "Sometimes it's more difficult than others."

She gulped in a deep breath of air or of fear or another emotion I couldn't place. "Is it very difficult for you now?" She asked timidly.

I sighed. Finally she was starting to get the energy it was taking me to just stay in my seat. "Yes." I breathed.

"But you're not hungry now." She stated factually.

I looked at her unmoving expression of confidence quizzically. "Why do you think that?"

"Your eyes." She said. "I told you I had a theory. I've noticed people – men in particular – are crabbier when they're hungry."

She never ceased to amaze me. I didn't know humans could notice little details like my eyes turning colour as I went longer without feeding. It made my heart leap to know how closely she observed me. I laughed despite myself. "You are observant, aren't you?"

She closed her eyes momentarily, but it was too long for her just to be blinking. A small smile tugged the corners of her mouth up. I wanted so badly to know what she was thinking. She opened her eyes and looked over at me,

"Were you hunting this weekend, with Emmett?" She asked quietly.

"Yes." I answered right away, but I hesitated before continuing. Would she be terribly offended if I told her how badly I wanted to stay…? "I didn't want to leave, but it was necessary. It's a bit easier to be around you when I'm not thirsty."

Nothing in her expression changed. "Why didn't you want to leave?"

I knew this question would come. It worried me what she would think if I told her the real reason. If she thought I was overly obsessive or stalking her…. Something told me that she would be completely fine with whatever I said. Bella wasn't what anyone would call average.

"It makes me…anxious…to be away from you." Her eyes widened with my confession. "I wasn't joking when I asked you to try not to fall in the ocean or get run over last Thursday. I was distracted all weekend, worrying about you. And after what happened tonight, I'm surprised that you did make it through a whole weekend unscathed." I shook my head when I thought about what could have happened. An image of Bella struggling for air while being dragged under the surface of the water came into my head. I shook my head again trying to rid myself of it. I glanced over at her fingers that were interlaced and I remembered the scrapes I saw on her hands at dinner. "Well, not totally unscathed." I added.

"What?" She asked, shocked. I could tell she was running through a checklist in her mind of that past weekend.

"Your hands." I said, nodding towards them. She sighed in annoyance.

"I fell." She explained.

"That's what I thought." I smiled. "I suppose, being you, it could have been much worse – and that possibility tormented me the entire time I was away. It was a very long three days. I really got on Emmett's nerves." I tried very hard not to remember the little cougar and it's mother I had inadvertently killed that weekend. Its blue eyes seemed to be stuck in my mind, though.

Bella's voice pulled me back to reality. "Three days? Didn't you just get back today?"

"No, we got back Sunday." I answered, glad of the distraction.

"Then why weren't any of you in school?" She stormed. Frustration and Anger colour her words, but I couldn't help but detect a small amount of…disappointment?

"Well, you asked me if the sun hurt me, and it doesn't. But I can't go out in the sunlight – at least not where anyone can see." I explained.

"Why?" The frustration evaporated and the same curious tone from before entered her voice.

"I'll show you sometime." I answered before I had time to think. Chances were I would be gone in the morning and I would never see her again. I mentally hit myself for making a promise that I knew I couldn't keep. Bella was thoughtfully silent as she tried to figure something out in her head.

"You might have called me." She said finally.

I was confused again. She was one of the few people with that power. "But I knew you were safe."

"But I didn't know where you were. I –" She stopped abruptly and hid her gaze from mine.

"What?" I was intrigued despite myself. I would give anything to know what she was thinking.

The familiar red began to creep its way up her neck and settled on her cheeks. "I didn't like it." She confessed. "Not seeing you. It makes me anxious, too." Her entire face turned crimson.

I was torn again. I knew I couldn't let this happen, it was like a deer falling in love with a wolf. Only bad things could come out of that relationship and eventually, nature would take its course. I knew that but I wanted it to happen so badly. The anguish was clearly illustrated on my face.

"Ah." I said finally. "This is wrong."

"What did I say?"

"Don't you see Bella? It's only thing to make myself miserable, but a wholly other thing for you to be involved." I could handle the pain of being away from her. If it what was best for Bella, I would handle it. I turned away from her face. "I don't want to hear that you feel that way." Now I was not only lying to her, but I was lying to myself. "It's wrong. It's not safe. I'm dangerous, Bella – please grasp that," I pleaded.

"No."

I wanted to drop it, to give in to the side of myself that was ruled by me heart. But I wouldn't allow it. "I'm serious." I growled.

"So am I," she retorted. "I told you, it doesn't matter what you are. It's too late."

Her final words rang in my head like a bell toll. "Never say that." I hissed. It wasn't true. I could control my instincts and myself.

She recoiled like I had hit her with a whip. She bit her lip almost hard enough to draw blood. I prayed she would loosen the grip. I didn't know if I could be stopped if it was out in the open. I didn't know if it would be too late.

The silence over took the small car and enveloped us both. It was maddening to not have her 'voice' in my head. Telling me every thought that crossed her mind. What she thought of me. What she was feeling. It was driving me insane.

"What are you thinking?" I asked. My voice still held some of the anger from before and she just shook her head. I looked towards her but her gaze was fixated on the road.

The strange salty smell began to strengthen. "Are you crying?" I asked, disgusted with myself. The tears rolled their way down her delicate face. I wanted to reach out and comfort her. I wanted to tell her that I didn't mean any of it.

"No." She said, but her voice broke and betrayed her voice.

Strangely, the urge to comfort her took over my brain. Against my better judgment I reached my hand out towards her delicate face. I wanted to wipe away the salty water and bring back the brilliant smile that I had grown to adore. Stranger still, I wanted to taste that salty water. Would it have her essences attached? Would it taste just as good as her blood, or would it be filled with the sadness that created them. I reached out but the warmth of her skin began to call to me. Combined with the aroma that took over the car I could barely hold myself back. I withdrew my hand and placed it back on the wheel.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. I was sorry for the words that made her cry and that I couldn't even console her afterwards.

The silence began again. Every once and a while I looked over at her sitting merely inches from me. Her eyes were glued to the road but the rest of her expression was concentrated…thoughtful… it tugged on a memory in the back of my head. I tried desperately to remember it.

It hit me. It was the same face she held when the…men…were about to…attack…her. Even thinking of them sent my blood boiling – figuratively, of course.

"Tell me something," I asked. I was struggling to keep the fury from thinking of the assailants from my voice.

"Yes?" She replied.

"What were you thinking tonight, just before I came around the corner? I couldn't understand your expression – you didn't look that scared, you looked like you were concentrating very hard on something." I desperately wanted to know and because I couldn't pluck the answer from her mind like I did with everyone else, I had to ask.

"I was trying to remember how to incapacitate an attacker – you know, self defense. I was going to smash his nose into his brain." The idea seemed pleasing to her.

"You were going to fight him?" I questioned. It was absurd. She was nearly two feet shorter than him. It wouldn't have lasted long. The idea was repulsive. "Did you think of running?"

"I fall down a lot when I run," she said sheepishly.

"What about the screaming part?" Anything, anything at all, would have been better than trying to fight them.

"I was getting to that part," she said. She was agitated.

I shook my head slowly. This was going to much, much harder than I originally thought. "You were right – I'm defiantly fighting fate trying to keep you alive."

She sighed again for some reason unknown to me. I decided it was best not to ask.

I slowed down as we reached the sign announcing 'Welcome to Forks.' It would be best if I weren't arrested by Bella's father for breaking the speed limit. I wasn't sure my "built-in radar detector" was working with Bella distracting me.

"Will I see you tomorrow?" She asked when she noticed I had turned onto her street.

"Yes – I have a paper due, too." I promised. "I'll save you a seat at lunch." I smiled and her heart rate increased a few beats.

I pulled up in front of her house and parked my car by the curb. Chief Swan wasn't paying any attention to the road; he was too consumed by a baseball game on TV. I expected her to leap out of the car and flee up to the front door. Instead, she just sat in the passenger seat.

"Do you promise to be there tomorrow?" Her eyes were on mine, flashing bits of fire.

I smiled again. "I promise." I reassured her.

Bella looked me over and nodded slowly. She pulled my leather jacket off her shoulders and inhaled from the collar. A smug smile crossed my lips before concern over took it. The moment her skin made contact with the air, it shot up into goose bumps. I supposed it was colder than I thought.

"You can keep it – you don't have a jacket for tomorrow." I said, not taking the jacket. She pushed it towards me anyway.

"I don't want to have to explain to Charlie."

Parents did always make things harder than they needed to be. Or at least that's what I read about. Carlisle and Esme didn't hinder any decision of mine. "Oh, right." I grinned.

Her hand reached hesitantly for the door handle. I was prepared to say goodbye but I looked past her and towards the forest by her house. The dark shadows obscured the winding path that lead into the heart of the woods. It reminded me of Alice's vision about our upcoming visitors.

"Bella?" I said hesitantly. Her head whipped around sending a large wave of her aroma towards me.

"Yes?" she asked, her eyes alight with excitement.

"Will you promise me something?" I was using her excitement against her, hoping she would fall for my word trap.

"Yes," She promised.

"Don't go into the woods alone."

She didn't even bother to hide the confusion. "Why?"

I looked right past her and towards the forest that loomed like a dark shadow over her house. "I'm not always the most dangerous thing out there." I confessed. "Let's leave it at that."

A shiver racked her small frame. I hoped it was because of the cold rather than my words. The small movement stirred the air in the car up filling it till the air was saturated with her scent. She needed to leave before I couldn't handle it anymore. I regretted this.

"Whatever you say." She agreed.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I dismissed.

"Tomorrow, then." She turned and opened the door, flooding it with cool, fresh air. It cleared my head a bit and made her smell more tolerable. I wanted to try something…

"Bella?" I asked again. I leaned towards her, testing my limits with every inch. She turned around and the tip of her nose was merely inches from mine. Her heart sped up rapidly before it stopped abruptly. Within seconds it pattered out a disjointed rhythm.

"Sleep well." I said simply. If I could have read her mind, I was sure it would have gone blank. Her face became dazed and she stepped awkwardly out of the car, clinging to the doorframe for help. I chortled quietly. It was good to know I could still 'dazzle her.'

I watched her walk very carefully to the front door. I started the engine just as she turned around to wave goodbye. I was around the corner when I heard the front door shut.

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