Mysterious

Ella POV

"No, there's something," I said looking into honey-brown eyes. There is something…but what is it. I'm awful at this whole guessing game type thing. All I know is that he's different and he obviously won't tell me what said different thing is. Ugh, why does it annoy me so badly not knowing? Everyone's entitled to their secrets, right?

Well I usually spout them out like a fountain I have no filter I usually say what comes to mind unless it is to something that would embarrass me in front of someone I really have a thing for. My only example is sitting across from me and staring at me, like he's willing me to speak but persuasion never worked on me, however his expression – the sexy pleading expression – is something that makes me want to spill my guts.

"What is it then?" He asked in a jeering tone his lips pulled into a sexy smile, flashing his white teeth. I looked at him and then spoke, "I honestly have no clue, but there's…something." He smiled again.

I tilted my head back slightly and looked at the ceiling and stared at the peeling paint in some areas and yellow water stains in others. I pressed my lips together…I probably sound insane to Stephen thinking he's something different other than not a total jackass like all the other remotely attractive boys in this school.

Stephen Harris POV

She's so damn close but she couldn't know and that only made me smile wider then the bell rang signaling the end of lunch. The whole time I just stared at her. There was very little conversation; she was so deep in thought and blushed every so often. About what though?

She gave me that incredibly sexy and adorable smile before she said, "Stephen Harris," as her goodbye, I love it when she says my name. She got from her seat and walked out of the cafeteria. Once she was out of sight I was able to think clearly. What am I doing? She's just a human how can she make me so vulnerable? Why do I feel so strongly for her and why does her blood seem so potent to me – like it flows just for me?

I sat there until the cafeteria was cleared and racked my brain for answers, yet there were none that justified my reaction to this human. The girl that I have seemingly fallen in love with in one day, more like from the first time I saw her, the monster in my mind was in such control at that time I hadn't registered it but it was love at first sight. No matter how cliché that sounds that's how it happened.

I love her but how could she ever love me? I'm a monster one that had murdered three defenseless humans although it is not without regret I did that and it wasn't even difficult. It was the easiest thing that I have ever done and what I'm doing now is the hardest thing. The dangerous game I'm playing and the stakes are higher than I can handle – Ella's life. I have control, but her blood sings for me and the thirst is assaulting me with even the thought of her scent – venom is pooling in my mouth at the thought of it.

I got up and stiffly walked to my English class and into the small warm building. As I walked in the door there were several girls staring with misplaced infatuation. I took my seat and looked at my schedule to see what's up next and instead of art I had gym. It seems that every other day is P.E. seventh block. Ridiculous. I don't need exercise so that is going to be completely pointless.

Ella POV

Finally the bell rang and I was off to another fiery circle of hell within this one – P.E. I have the luck to inherit my mother's clumsiness. The truth is I can basically trip over my own feet on a freaking flat surface, but I have trained myself to walk without my constant stumbles and falls. The only place I can't carefully gauge my movements to make them not come out klutzy is in stupid P.E. I don't even understand why I need to take it. It's not that I need the exercise.

I literally begged the secretary but the stupid coach is really old – I have nothing against age Carlisle's almost like four-hundred – and wouldn't have one of the ninety students in my grad not take his incredibly boring gym class no matter how may excuses I made. Coach Clapp is seriously senile. He's barely coherent I don't even know why he's still teaching. I guess you don't need to be totally sane to be a gym teacher.

A totally un-Ella thought crossed my mind. Skip class, very tempting and just this once I'm going to succumb to my temptation. Instead of heading for the gym I nonchalantly went from the French and disappeared into the woods. No one noticed and I sat down on the damp ground for once it wasn't raining the sky was just as soft grey – I smiled. I much rather have this than the sun blinding me or scorching my pale skin no matter how weak the rays.

I pulled out my much abused copy of Wuthering Heights the binding was totally destroyed – the name wasn't even readable on it any longer. I was at the part where Heathcliff returned when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I dug it out of my tight jeans and flipped it open not even looking at the number and when I didn't I was sorry it was Esme and she was angry, "ELIZABETH MARIE CULLEN," she screamed through the phone now I knew I was in trouble, what had I done. Was it because I skipped gym, if so the anger didn't make sense? "YOU DIDN'T EAT TODAY YOUNG LADY!" Oh that's what I did or didn't do. I was a little occupied I was so nervous sitting with Stephen it was even hard to drink my green tea with his eyes on me the entire time.

"We are so worried about you and you pull this. Alice is already on her way to pick you up and since you're not in class," I could hear the disapproval in her voice but her volume had decreased, "that won't be a problem. She will be there any moment." As she said that the familiar canary yellow Porsche pulled into the parking lot closest to me. "See you in a few minutes, Ella." Esme said. Wow, this is so embarrassing. Does Alice know why I skipped lunch? I crossed my fingers please let that be a no.

As I walked to the car I had a bit of a headache. I got into the car and sped off before she even said anything. That was unlike my aunt. "I saw you faint again, Ella, what were you thinking?" Wow, the sadness and worry in her voice mad me feel really badly. "You haven't been following a proper diet either your blood smells off." Ugh, this really sucks. "I'm taking vitamins," I countered on her last statement and slouched in my seat under my seatbelt. She turned to me and glared, "That's not enough Ella, I want you to be happy but you're sure messing it up thoroughly yourself. If you want to stay human you have to take care of yourself."

She pulled into the garage and she walked with me at human pace. My headache's getting a little worse and when I stepped in the door my mom guided me to the kitchen. "Ella, honey, I don't want you forced into this but I know you don't have a choice but you have to eat. There's no option the vitamins aren't enough you need to eat the food you've been avoiding." I could smell Italian food. I began to turn around she held me fast, "Honey, eating meat won't kill you." She said and sat me down at the nook in the kitchen on a stool.

There's a plate with chicken and steak and vegetables – but very little of those. I can't believe they're forcing me to do this. "Ella, I'll sit here all night and so will you until you eat that entire plate." My father said taking a seat beside me and my mother on my other side. I feel like I five again and I wouldn't eat my vegetables except now it's the opposite. I wrinkled my nose when I looked at the food.

"You know there are vegetables that can hold the same nutrients as meat. I don't necessarily have to eat this – please. I don't want to." I even used the same words I had when I was five and like my father then he didn't waver. I looked at my food in disgust.

"Oh, come on Ella I'm sure it's not that bad." Aunt Alice said in her chipper voice when she appeared in front of me." I picked up a fork and then placed it back down. "You can eat or we can shove the chicken down your throat." She said then joking, but not really if it was going to come to force and they would make me eat it.

I rolled my eyes, pressed my lips together and picked up my fork and knife and took the first bite of chicken. All I could think poor little chicken and when I finished that and started on the stupid steak about the poor cow I was munching on. I was too stuffed to even touch my vegetables. Ugh, now I feel bad.

"Feel better," my aunt asked and I just glared and she just smiled. "That's obviously a yes."

Five o'clock it took me four hours to choke down that meal and the truth is I do feel better refreshed actually. I went upstairs put on my stereo blasting Alanis Morissette. I planned to paint but eating really took it out of me – sounds funny to think it but it's really hard to eat when here are four pairs of eyes watching you wearily and you really don't want to eat what's in front of you.

I lead on my bed and before I knew it was morning.

There was no rain yesterday, but today there was something – snow! Rain I love it's my favorite kind of weather, but I hate the frozen version of it. Most people would rather have snow instead of rain any day but not me. It might not make sense but it does to me.

I walked down stairs in my usual outfit a pair of ripped jeans a t-shirt and a hoodie. My mom frowned at this when she saw me. "You're going to get sick." She said looking at my outfit that isn't too warm. "Mom, you don't get sick from going out into the cold." She was just being a mother and before I could respond she was handing me my navy blue tweed jacket with light plaid on it. I rolled my eyes and put it on.

I was dropped off earlier than usual everyone was driving slower because the roads are terrible, my father drove through the roads like a maniac but I'm used to it. I don't understand why they don't just cancel school. The parking lot started to fill and there was someone I actually had to speak to – the incredibly annoying Lacy Mallory-Crowley, she's one of the most popular people and she volunteered us as partners in English. – She's one of the most empty-headed girls I've ever met I seriously think her brain is absent is absent and all that fills that head is air and the latest gossip. The word 'stupid' is what best describes her and I'm basically doing this assignment all on my own but I need to consult her on something like what author she wanted to present to the class, but I'm sure I'm going to be choosing.

She pulled into the parking lot and her younger brother, Tristan, was right behind her but his car was spinning out of control cars were quickly moving out of the way and people were vacating the parking lot where I was still standing and I moved then slipped on a patch of ice and here comes Tristan's van. I began to get up and slipped again. I saw people's faces horror struck all around, Tristan, was frozen at the wheel trying desperately to stop. The most distinct face were Stephen's and a gorgeous girl that stood just beside him – his face was horrified.

I was in front of an old silver Toyota and that is where the van was about to hit. I closed my eyes and said goodbye to humanity – this was it. Kiss love goodbye – Stephen goodbye.

Then I was being moved and crashed to the ground but the impact didn't hurt as I thought it would and then I felt arms wrapped around my waist and I hesitantly opened my eyes. – Stephen? He was no where near me, he was across the parking lot I saw him no human can move that quickly. We were under the small Toyota my head half resting on the ground and half on his chest.

Then everything faded to black.