A/N: I have to say, I believe this is my longest chapter, ever. I was planning on splitting this chapter in two, but then I thought "That would make the next chapter WAAAYYY too short!"

I gladly have added this chapter--and not ONLY does Emile find out about the "V" word, but she finds out about Blaine's reason for choosing his current path.

I hung around the Cullens a lot from then on. Because of this, I began to notice a few peculiarities.

They never ate—at least, not around me or Bella—or anyone else, for that matter.

Also, I had come in physical contact (touching, brushing by (or hugging, in Alice's case)) with all of them (except for Jasper. He never got close to anyone except the other Cullen kids), and of the ones I had touched, they were all cold, and had skin as hard as granite.

And all (except Ben, who had his blue eyes) had gold-colored to almost black eyes.

On a day they weren't at school, Bella told me she had a few theories. I couldn't come up with any myself.

She began listing them off, but the only one to catch my attention was "Vampire." I immediately jumped up.

"You're a genius!" I said. Then I headed for the library, intending to use a computer.

By the time lunch was over, I had done enough research to confirm my—I mean Bella's suspicions. But I wasn't going to mention anything to the Cullens—I didn't want to be eaten.

The next few days, I didn't sit so close to Blaine—or any of the other Cullens. But I did still sit at their lunch table.

Edward began to look uneasy the day they came back. The next day, none of them looked comfortable.

About two weeks went by—then Blaine decided to explain his adopted family's strange behavior.

"Meet me at my car after school," he said at lunch. "I'll explain while I drive you home."

"Two problems with that," I told him. "One—you don't know where I live. Two— what's my mom gonna think when I get home with a boy, rather than on my bus?"

"Simple," Blaine replied, "You give me directions. And as for your mom, tell her you missed the bus and caught a ride home with a friend."

"So," I said as I entered his blue Crossfire. "What's been up with you guys for these last couple of weeks?"

Blaine didn't even put his key in the ignition. He just stared straight ahead as he answered.

"You know," he replied. I knew what he meant.

"How did you know that I know?"

He sighed. "Edward."

"What?"

"He has the gift to read minds. He said you were practically screaming inside your head, 'Vampires!'"

"Read minds? …What??"

He sighed again. "Every human possesses certain traits or talents that get enhanced when they get changed into a vampire. That's the best way I can explain it. Edward's is mind reading."

"What's yours?"

"Self-control. That's why I can go out in public so soon. I can restrain myself from attacking humans and from… doing other things."

"So why did they… change you?"

"Dr. Cullen gave me a choice—die, or become one of them. Of course, he explained everything first.

At first, I thought, 'I have nothing to live for. My dad hates me, I have no real friends.'

Then I remembered someone: a girl who gave me an honest, almost dazzling smile every day—someone who actually cared. So I agreed to it.

It was the most awful experience ever—but it was worth it.

Two months went by, and Carlisle realized I wasn't struggling like everyone else. I was allowed in public, again, but I had to be careful. And I had to wear blue-colored contacts to cover up my red eyes."

"Red eyes?" I interrupted. He laughed and used his little finger to slide one
of his contacts aside, revealing a dark red iris.

"My first day out in public, Alice took me, Edward, and Emmett to the mall. She left us outside a women's clothing store while she went to explore.

Then, out of nowhere, the girl with the honest smile appeared…"

Blaine stopped when he saw me crying. Tears were now streaming down my face as I choked out a reply.

"You chose to—to be changed… because of me?"

Blaine turned back to me for the third time since we entered the car. Then he nodded, leaned towards me, and kissed my forehead.

He then started the car and proceeded to drive to my house with one hand on the steering wheel, the other hand holding mine.

A/N: Poor Jasper... Blaine got off better than any of them, I have to say. Oh, and I used to be stuck right here! I asked my friend for help, and here's what she wrote under this last bit:

"Yuck. I don't know where this is going either... I HATE WRITER'S BLOCK!! –sniff- and it's not even my story..."

So, who likes the car choice? I couldn't find out if it was a fast one, so I had to hope I picked a good one. It's only got two seats, and this isn't the convertible kind of Crossfire--it's just a regular, blue, 2008 Chrysler Crossfire (hint: go look it up on google).