Hey! Sorry it took so long, I've just been busy and working on the other stories, plus I didn't know what to put in this chapter. But now I have the story clearer in my head so the updates shouldn't take this long anymore. Again, sorry. Plus my exams are next week, so...ya.

Anyway, go on!

"I'm Edward. It's a pleasure to meet you Bella…" He held out his hand, and I greedily shook it.

BPOV

I was about to respond when all of a sudden he went rigid and his eyes seemed to literally go black. My eyes widened instantly, and I had to set my jaw to keep myself from screaming. I knew that look anywhere. The only time a vampire had that look was when they were thirsty. Middle of the desert in the summer at noon thirsty. He seemed to be battling with himself, seeing has he hadn't let go of me, but was making no move to attack. Saving him the trouble, I detached myself from him quickly, my jacket remaining in his arms, and ran behind Alice and Esme who instantly went into defensive poses.

I looked over them in time to see Edward run across the room and up the stairs, braking one of the railings of the grand staircase during his rush. From the corner of my eye, I saw Carlisle sigh and nod quickly to Emmett and Jasper who immediately ran up the stairs after him.

"I'm sorry…" I mumbled, knowing it was my fault for causing this. If only I had watched my footing, this wouldn't have happened. But they thought differently. All their heads jerked up all at once to look at me in a scornful way, but it was Carlisle who spoke first.

"Bella, it's definitely not your fault. Edward is usually more controlled than that. I don't understand, he just fed…" He trailed off, looking distant. I felt my head go down, and found myself starring at the ground in shame. In shame of what, I didn't know. I just, for some strange reason, didn't want to hurt him.

"Unless," My head jerked up at Carlisle, who was looking quite worried.

"Unless Bella is actually Edward's singer. La tua cantante they call them. They are the one person with the most potent blood to a specific vampire. And by the way Edward reacted to your scent; I'm guessing he's found his singer." Great. Just great. Now I couldn't be around him without fearing he would lose his control and suck me dry.

I sighed quietly, and prepared to leave, when all of a sudden Alice was pulling at my wrist. She was silently pleading me with her eyes, but I'd rather leave and not cause any more trouble.

"Look, if he's too uncomfortable, I'll just leave. It's not that big of a problem. You guys stay as long as you want, ok?" Without waiting for their answer, I marched towards my house, tripping a few times on the branches through the forest, earning delightful cuts, until the house came into view where I raced up the stairs and into my room and threw myself on my bed. I let out an exhausted breath, and put my head in my pillow. Who knew being close to dying really took a lot out of you?

Before I knew it, I had fallen into a dreamless sleep.

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Waking up slightly from my "nap", I opened my eyes slightly, not to the fullest seeing as my face was still in the pillow. Great. I was going to have pillow marks. But that was the least of my worries when I suddenly felt the corner of my bed go down, like someone was sitting on it. Please be Alice or Esme or Rosalie and not some psycho…I prayed mentally. If it had been them, they would have said something by now.

Slowly, I reached under my pillow for the knife I kept under their just in case something like this happened, and pulled it out slowly. Like a striking cobra, I turned a full 180 and lunged at the person without thinking about it. I gasped when my wrist was suddenly caught in mid-air by a cold hand.

I slowly looked down and sucked in my breath when I saw that patronizing topaz gaze catch mine. What was he doing here? His eyes broke our gaze and looked briefly at the knife and chuckled slightly, rolling his eyes.

"Nice tactic, but not very affective." He said in one breath, and I noticed he wasn't breathing. At all. I knew it wasn't necessary for vampires to breath, but they needed to if they wanted to talk. Something told me he wasn't going to say much.

"What are you doing here?" I asked quietly, pulling myself away from him quickly and trying to expand the space between us so it would be easier for him. He was as still as stone, even more rigid if that were possible, but he forced a smile on his face so he wouldn't scare me off.

"I came to apologize for earlier." He sighed quietly, almost ashamed. For some reason a giant urge inside me wanted to comfort him, so without thinking about it logically, I leaned closer to him and placed my hand on his cheek, making him look at me.

"It's not your fault. Believe me. It was no ones. Who knew I was your singer?" I tried making it sound light, but the only thing I could focus on was the current of electricity that was running where my bare skin touched his. He felt it too because he was looking sideways at my hand, eyes widened. Suddenly logic came back and I was about to take my hand away, but the same second later I felt his cool hand on mine, keeping it their not only with his hand, but with his eyes. They were pleading me to keep it there.

Ok, one minute he seemed to want us as far away from each other and now he wants me touching his cheek? What the heck? A voice in the back of my mine said, but I quickly ignored it when he leaned into my hand and sighed in content. Ya, I needed to go see a doctor because I was definitely imagining that smile on his face.

"What happened to your hand?" He suddenly asked, looking straight at my palm, more specifically at the cuts I had received earlier. I sighed loudly, hating all the attention I always got for my cuts and bruises I received numerous times because of my uncoordinated feet.

"I decided to cut through the woods and being a klutz doesn't help that situation much. Don't worry; I receive minimum 2 bruises daily." I chuckled, but he looked so worried and serious that it shut me up. He studied them and traced the outlines of my cuts so gently it sent shivers through my body.

"Isn't this…hard for you? Being this…close to me? Especially to cuts that were bleeding earlier?" He shrugged lightly but it didn't match his eyes.

"Well, I kind of discentasized myself by your jacket. Hope you don't mind." He grinned at me briefly before going back to my cuts.

"So, Bella, tell me about yourself." I looked at him confused, but he was too concentrated on my hand to notice.

"There's not much to know. I'm your average girl that loves reading and music and lives with 3 vampires. End of story." But of course, he persisted.

"There has to be more than that. I'm very interested to know you, since I can't read your mind." He said with genuine interest. Wait, did he say he could read minds?!

"You read minds?" What would that be like?

"Yup." Popping the "p" at the end. I was about to ask him something else but he beat me to it.

"What happened for you to end up your current family?" He asked me softly, tearing his gaze from my hand to look straight at me. This wasn't a subject I liked to discuss, but I felt like I could trust him.

"They took me in when I was a few moths old. They had told me they had found me in the woods, beside my parents who had been mauled by a bear at the time. Apparently, I would have been next if they hadn't shown up. But my parents…it had been too late for them." I felt my eyes water up, even if I hadn't known them, it still hurt to know they had died. I hadn't realized tears had escaped until suddenly I felt a cool hand swipe them gently away. I looked up and saw he had a sad expression on too, as if he were feeling my pain too.

"I'm sorry…" He whispered, almost too low for me to hear. I shook my head, and smiled slightly, forcing my tears to stop.

"It's no ones fault. They were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. But, look on the bright side. I met Alice, Esme, and Rosalie who have been treating me in ways I don't deserve, and they've always made me feel at home. I can't exactly complain." I chuckled a bit, and he soon joined me in. I could tell we were going to get along great.

We spent the rest of the night talking about each other, just random things like what was our preferred music, our favorite color, favorite food for me and his preferred animal for him, I learned more about his family, like Emmett always goofing off or pranking them, Jasper and his emotional control thing, and Carlisle being like the father more then the leader of them and just a bunch of things that surprisingly resembled a couple of my interests as well. At the end, around 4 o'clock in the morning, I was too tired to continue talking, but he made me promise to come over again, just as long as I brought my jacket first.

I hadn't realized how tired I was, until he picked me up bridal style from my awkward position on the bed and put me under the covers, tucking me in slightly. I'm not sure if he thought I was asleep or not, but he kissed my forehead quickly and told me "Goodnight Bella, sweet dreams." And with that, he was gone.

Before I let my mind shut down completely, I knew one thing for sure.

I had feelings for him; I just didn't know what those feelings were.

I didn't like this chapter very much, but the next one will most definitely be Emmett-licious. XD Anyway, how's it coming apart from that? Love it? Hate it? Let me know!