I admit it, I'm not quite sure where this chapter is going... but it's going somewhere. That somewhere may just be the trash, but hey, it's going. Ok, if you can understand that then you have come to the right place and found a fiction that will suite ur unique way of thinking... I think... lol. Ok, I'm done talking XD Yes, there is an OC in here, but don't worry. She's not a seductress.

ON WITH THE FIC!!

After Her

Her house was a disgusting shade of yellow. It looked like someone ate straight mustard and threw it back up. Just plain YUCK. Her shudders were green, and not a nice shade of it either. It looked like it was mixed with mud. This house just looked like it needed to be burned down. Now. I fought the urge to go start a fire to put this place out of its obvious misery.

I glanced at Edward, his face serious. He was listening in on the people in the house.

"Ed?" I asked quietly.

"She's not there," he answered me. Not there?

"Then where-" He cut me off with his index finger, signalling for me to wait. His eyes shook with concentration. Suddenly, he started the car and pulled out of the driveway without the slightest glance behind us.

"She's in town, bowling with friends... Or so she said."

"Or so she said?" Why on Earth would he say that?

"Her mother mentioned that Lyza wasn't known for going where she said she'd be," he said, smirking slightly.

"Hm." Lyza, eh? "Her preferred nickname?" I questioned him.

"I'm not sure if she prefers it, but that's what her mother called her." He smirked again.

"Why are you smirking?"

"You'll see..."

Indeed I would. We drove up to a shaggy looking bowling alley. The lights flickered on and off and the sign hund slightly downward from where it was perched above the entrance. It wasn't a new bowling alley, if you catch my drift. I heard Edward chuckle.

"Is she in there?" I asked.

"No."

Figures. "Then where?" Edward pursed his flawless lips.

"I don't know. There's no one in there." Yay? He just continued to chuckle, annoying me to no end. Finally, I'd had enough.

"Can I get a clue as to what's so funny?" I asked sarcastically.

"Sorry," Edward replied. "I just don't know what to do."

"Well, neither do I for that matter..."

He rubbed his temples, utterly annoyed with himself. Oh yeah, it's obviously his fault that this girl was being rather difficult to find tonight, although we only tried one place. There's an idea for ya'.

"Well, let's drive around, see if we can find her," I suggested. "This is the first place we looked since her house. If she's out then she's gotta be somewhere."

Apparently I'd made sense since he started the engine and pulled out of the old parking lot. We looked in dark alley ways, in light alley ways, in the bad places of town, the good places, and any other place in between. Did we find her? Of course not. Fate just hated us like that. I was quite tempted to just give up for the night when Edward gasped suddenly.

"What?" I asked as he spun the car around as fast as he could and did a complete U-turn. He sped down the roads, the lights from the open businesses blurring past us. "Edward?!" He didn't answer me, he just focused on where ever he was going, and made sure he got there as quickly as possible. He began muttering to himself, something like "Drunkie". I didn't quite understand. Then again, I never did.

"What's going on?" I asked calmly, contridicting the way Edward was currently acting.

"Lyza's an idiot," was all he said. I shrugged and just let it go. Evidently Edward knew where she was. I'd react to the trouble as soon as we got there. For now, any way, I would just sit back and act like I didn't care because I really didn't. Who was she to me? Just some stupid girl who liked to glare at us during lunch. She was in danger? Well, ok, I'll help, but why stalk her? If she knew anything, wouldn't she have told someone else by now? And couldn't Edward tell if she knew or not? Shouldn't he? Unless... unless she knew to keep her mind clear while around us... Maybe she did know. Maybe that's why she always glared at Edward; she knew of his power. And she glared at Emmett because... Well, actually, I don't know why she glared at Emmett. She just did. I guess he looked bad wearing green or something. I don't know; I haven't communicated with a human in about 30 years. I didn't remember how they thought. They made no sense to me any more.

I began smacking myself in the forehead repeatedly. Damnit, I was beginning to sound a hell of a lot like Rose. STUPID! Edward's head slowly turned towards me, his beautiful eye brow raising as he stared at me with utter confusion in his eyes. I just shook my head. He rolled his eyes and kept them wide as he turned back to the road. He was slowing a bit, so I assumed we were getting close. I was right on the money as we pulled into a night club where a certain person was trying to get into her car. Edward stopped just infront of her.

She was struggling to get her key into the key hole to unlock her car. Suddenly, I knew why Edward had called her an idiot. I rolled down the window.

"Hey," I called out lightly. "Planning on committing suicide on the way home?"

Edward laughed softly at my comment. Lyza's deep blue glare was set at me.

"I'm fine," she called back, her words slightly slurred.

"Are you now? Well then, how many fingers am I holding up?" Simple question, but I had the sinking suspicion that she wouldn't be able to answer it.

"I don't know," she said. "How many am I?"

She flipped me the bird. I scoffed.

"So much for trying to save a life," I said quietly. I began to close the window, but Edward's hand stopped me.

"She's drunk," he reminded me. Back down the window went.

"Get in the car, asshole," I called to her again. Edward's hand flew to his face. "What?" I asked him. "If she wants to be rude, then I'll be rude back. It's called karma."

"Bite me," Lyza called again as she continued to fumble with her keys.

"If I did that it would hurt," I told her. Well, it was the truth. "Now get in the car before Edward here has to come and fetch you."

"Like hell!"

And then on que, Edward stepped out of the car and gracefully walked over to her.

"Go away!" she comanded him. That did it. He threw her over his shoulder and walked her back to his Volvo. After tossing her gently into the back seat, he regained his spot in the driver's seat and started the ignition. "LET ME OUT!" she screamed. She fiddled with the door.

"Child's lock," Edward mused. "It comes in handy when you need to keep a child in."

Ha, he called her a child.

"I am no child!" she yelled.

"Could have fooled me," I commented as Edward pulled onto the main road.

"Where are you taking me?!" she demanded.

"How about a please?" I teased her. She just glared with her sapphire blue eyes.

"Home," Edward told her. She glared at him again.

"How am I suppose to believe that?!" she spat out. "I don't know you from Adam!"

"Exactly, so why have such little faith in me already? I'm being kind enough to keep you alive for another day so just shut up and keep your head in between your knees until we get to your house."

Even I was thrown back by Edward's tone. It made me want to do just that. I saw Lyza shrink away in the rear view mirror. It was then that I noticed what a wreck she was. Her heavy make-up was rolling down her cheeks, her lip-stick smeared across her face, and her hair torn loose from its braid. Her clothes were hanging off her body as if they were being shedded. She looked a mess. I turned around in my seat to face her, my expression only of utmost concern.

"Are you alright?" I asked her sweetly. "You look a mess." Her eyes darted away from mine.

"I'm fine," she answered quietly.

"Are you sure? Edward could pull over and I could help you clean up a bit if you'd like."

She shook her head violently, clearly not liking that suggestion.

"Ok..." Then I turned back around in my seat.

It was a fairly quiet ride back to her house. I could hear her heart beating wildly, as if she thought she was in more danger there than ever before. It confused me a little. By the time we got back to her house, she had fallen asleep. Edward carried her to her doorstep, ringing the door bell as soon as I had the car out of sight. He ran over to me once he touched the button and climbed in the passenger side. We watch as an elderly woman opened the door and screamed in terror at the sight of Lyza lying motionless on the porch.

"Her mother," Edward told me. I nodded. "She knows that we're something," he said grievly. "I'm not sure if she knows completely, but she knows we're something. And she can't tell anyone because for some reason exposing us would be exposing her too."

"What is she?" I asked, for I believed she was human. Edward said he believed she was human too, but for some reason, she seemed a bit special. I didn't really want to admit it before, but she did. It was like there was something about her that drew me near her. I didn't like it, not one bit. I wondered if it drew other vampires to her, what ever it was about her that did it. Edward's hand on my leg brought me from my thoughts.

"Switch with me," he said. I laughed. Aw, how cute, he thought I was going to let him drive again.

"Not a chance," I told him, gripping the steering wheel tightly. He stared at me with astonishment in his eyes. Gasp, did I just DENY him? Ha!

"Come on, switch."

"You're funny." His eyes were wide. He couldn't believe it. Suddenly, his stunned expression turned to a wicked one. "What?" Before I knew it, he was on me. We were thrown into the back seat by the force of his pounce. The car almost tipped over. "EDWARD!" I squealed. I would have screamed more if he hadn't kissed me roughly just then. He tore off my shirt and just went nuts.

We weren't seen until dawn by any other living creature. It had been quite an odd night.

CmH signing off. Ok, I had a hard time writing this chapter because it was kinda in between ideas. Oh well, now Lyza has met Ed and Bell. What could her secret be???? Well, READ TO FIND OUT! And sorry that the odd behavior hasn't been explained yet. It will be soon enough. R&R PLEASE! It lets me know that this world I think I'm living in is real and not just a figment of my imagination. .