I really don't have anything to say haha… oh yeah I've never put a disclaimer on before so don't kill me SM! I don't own any part of this world, Stephanie Meyer does, you know the drill… Anyways here's Chap 3:)

"...couldn't not save..."

"...exposed us..."

"...absolute moron..."

I heard melodic voices arguing. One belonged to Edward, but the other two I did not recognize. They were similar in their beauty, yet their exact sound was different.

"Wouldn't doubt she could hear us now..." the other male voice spoke. I clutched the material around me anxiously. Where was I? I began to hyperventilate, and the darkness seemed to close in on me even more.

"I'm Dr. Cullen, you are in the emergency room." the man explained. I realized this must be Edward's adoptive father, the ER doctor, but why was I here? "Do you mind if I take a look at your head? You had a close encounter with a van, and you may have hit it on the ground when Edward pulled you out of the way." I nodded and he proceeded to gently prod my temple. I only remember tires screeching before I lost consciousness.

"I was standing right next to you Bella." Edward said quickly, defensively. I didn't say anything. Why was he suddenly angry again? I couldn't see his face, but I could sense something was up. I began to argue, but winced instead.

"Tender?" Dr. Cullen chuckled.

"No." I said stubbornly. "I want to go home." He sighed. "I've had worse." I continued. No need to tell him how much worse, but he probably knew. I think my guardian angel went on strike by the time I was five.

"Very well. There is no currently visible damage, but please contact me if you experience anything abnormal." he gave in. I nodded eagerly, making my head throb sorely. With a shuffle of papers he walked away for a moment.

"You can stop yelling Rosalie." Edward murmured. I flinched. I thought he had left, he was so quiet.

"What happened? I know you weren't standing next to me before." I confronted him. I hated being lied to, and when I was- I knew it.

"Yes I was." he argued. His voice was curt, no space for agreement or compromise.

"I think you owe me an explanation." I pressed.

"I saved your life, I don't owe you anything." he hissed. My cheeks flushed with heat. I suppose he was right, but I still had to know.

"How'd you do it?" I whispered.

Of three things I was absolutely certain; One, Edward was not normal.

Two, he was not standing next to me before, something unnatural had happened.

Third, I will find out exactly what that was.

He was silent for a time, unaware of my mini epiphany. "Why?" I said so softy that it was probably impossible for him to hear. But he did.

"I don't know." he murmured quietly. The word had scarcely left his lips when Charlie burst into the room. Trust me, I could tell.

"Bella! Bells, are you alright?" he asked with panic. I nodded calmly, wanting to get out of here. The smell of cleaning products burned my nose. Dr. Cullen assured him that I was, indeed, just fine apart from a minor bruise. We walked to the waiting room and I was so kindly greeted with chaos.

"Bella, Are you ok?" Mike Newton asked worriedly.

"Ohmygosh! This is like the story of the year!" squealed none other than Jessica.

"Tyler, the driver, says he's sorry." someone said, presumably one of Tyler Crowley's friends.

"I'm alright guys. Luckily Edward was standing next to me." I said with a trace of bitterness, hoping he heard me.

"I didn't see him, but wow, everything happened so fast." Mike practically just confirmed my doubts.

After assuring everyone that I was alright, Charlie drove me home. We traveled in silence and I barely noticed his presence, being so wrapped up in my own thoughts. I was certain Edward's defensive behavior in the ER were a confirmation of the bizarre things I had witnessed. And he thought he could treat me as an invalid just because I can't see. I was positively seething. When we got to the house, Charlie finally spoke.

"Um… you'll need to call Renée." He said sheepishly. I could just imagine him standing there awkwardly, Charlie was always awkward.

It took me about twenty minutes to convince my mom I was alive. It was surprisingly easy to resist her pleas for me to come home. I was consumed by the mystery Edward Cullen presented. I really wasn't the sane person my helpless Bambi appearance suggested.

With nothing else to do, I went to bed. I didn't even bother to ask the time. I took some Tylenol which eased the aching in my head, but not in my mind. I fell into an uneasy sleep where, for the first time, I dreamt of Edward Cullen.

My dreams were my only way of 'seeing' the colors of the world. My mind took colors and images from my memories and matched them with current events. In this dream I saw a figure, it's back to me. I could tell it was a man but his features were unclear. Subconsciously I knew it was Edward, and he was leaving me in the dark, in the blindness.

No matter how fast I ran, I couldn't catch up to him; no matter how loud I called, he never turned. Troubled, I woke in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep again for what seemed like a very long time. After that, he was in my dreams nearly every night, but always on the periphery, never within reach.

The next month was uncomfortable in so many ways. Tyler Crowley continued to apologize, relentlessly so. He even asked me to the dance a few times. Mike also decided to join the 'let's help the damsel in distress' party. It was getting to the point where I was ready to tell them off.

I was still entirely obsessed with the whole Edward mystery. I told people his story; how he had pulled me out of the way and such, but Angela, Ben, and everyone else always commented that they hadn't seen him there until the van was pulled away. He always avoided me, and when I was unavoidable, like in biology, he held a very tense atmosphere. I had come to the conclusion that he regretted saving me. He vehemently refused this when I brought it up, and that brief conversation was probably the only time I spoke to him for six-weeks.

Several weeks before the big dance, I was in the library reading Wuthering Heights in braille. Someone approached me suddenly and I jumped, losing my place on the dots. I sighed and looked up. People tended to get a bit uncomfortable if I just sat there, unseeingly staring into space, listening to them. I tried to seem normal, but we all know how that fails.

"Hello, its Edward." the chair across from me creaked theatrically as he sat down.

"Talking to me again, are we?" I grumbled. He had been ignoring me for a while now, and I still didn't understand why.

"I can't stay away from you anymore Bella. But I'm warning you, right now, that it is a bad idea to be my friend." he said in his appealing voice. Well that just cleared everything up, now didn't it? I grunted. How did he take away all my coherent thoughts and melt them away?

"I heard that you were going to Seattle the weekend of the dance and I was wondering if you would allow me to accompany you?" he offered gently.

"Are you speaking to me again then?" I asked with a bit too much acidity in my tone.

"Yes, I suppose so." I could hear the smile in his words. "So may I?"

"What?" I asked dumbly, awed into stupidity by his very presence. How I let anyone have this effect on me, I have no idea.

"To drive you and walk with you in Seattle, if that is alright. It is an unsafe city." he spoke slowly and precisely, as if addressing the mentally challenged. "There are dangerous things out there Bella, and I am among them." he warned me quietly, the mood suddenly darkening.

"Yes. I'm sure that would be okay. I'll ask Charlie. Sure." I stuttered, tongue-tied by his very presence.

"Good." he approved. I so desperately wanted to see his face, to see if he'd gone back to the cold, indifferent person I'd known for the last several weeks.

"But…why?" I asked. His words followed in a rush.

"Well I decided that as long as I was going to Hell, I might as well do it thoroughly." the seconds ticked by as I waited awkwardly for him to explain. I mean, what do you say to that? He laughed. "You look like you're questioning my sanity."

""No," I assured him. "I'm surprised; actually… what brought all this on?"

"I told you — I got tired of trying to stay away from you. But..." his voice darkened, became much more serious again. "You really should stay away from me." He cautioned.

"Do you have a multiple personality disorder?" I blurted out. His laughter rang throughout the small library, but he didn't answer. I narrowed my eyes, hopefully in his direction.

"What are you thinking?" he questioned with genuine curiosity.

"I'm trying to figure out what you are." I told him. Another conclusion I had come to; Edward is not human.

"What are your theories?" he asked in an off-hand tone, but I could hear the underlying tension. I'm sure I turned scarlet. I had been hypothesizing during the last month. But the cold touch, the speed, the stillness... none of it ever added up.

"I'll figure it out eventually." I warned him. He sighed.

"You won't like it. I'm dangerous." his voice was abruptly severe, as if he were afraid that he'd accidentally said too much. My pulse quickened. He was dangerous.

"But not bad." no, he wasn't bad. He was a faceless voice in my world. I could never witness his beauty or anger in color and movement, but I couldn't believe that he was bad. Regardless of how, he had saved me, he was my angel.

"You're wrong." he whispered, and I had to strain to hear him. He meant what he was saying — that was obvious. But I just felt anxious, on edge… and, more than anything else, fascinated. The same way I always felt when I was near him.

The bell rang abruptly.

"We're going to be late." even without having to feel my way there, it was a long walk from the library to the biology classroom.

"You go ahead; I'm not going to class today." Edward made no move to get up.

"Why?" I asked.

"It's healthy to ditch now and then." was his brilliant answer. I shrugged and grabbed my cane.

"Well I'm going." I was such a wimp, not even daring to skip class for the fear of being caught.

When I got to class Mr. Banner was already talking. I slipped in as quietly as possible, considering that I still had to stumble to my desk.

"We are doing a blood-type lab today." the teacher was saying. He handed out the material and asked me if I wanted to do it. I told him it would be near impossible, and that I would just listen. I should have skipped. What good are high-school credits to a blind person anyway? Of course I had a future of sorts, but I seriously doubt stabbing my finger would brighten it very much.

I smelt the blood shortly after. It smelled nauseating, like rust... and salt. I shot my hand in the air.

"Mr. Banner, may I be excused?" please don't throw up, please don't throw up...

"Yes go ahead." as soon as he gave me permission I got up and walked out-side to get some fresh air. After I had walked some distance, someone approached me.

"Skipping?" Edward asked with a chuckle. Stupid, non-frustrating, mysterious guy. I sniffed. "Why?" he pressed further.

"Because I smelt the blood, and I was going to throw up."

"People can't smell blood." He contradicted. Well this one can. Suddenly feeling faint again, I lowered myself to the ground and put my head between my knees. "Bella, can you hear me?" Edward seemed to hover over me.

"No." I moaned. "Go away."

"So you faint at the sight of blood?" he chuckled. I tensed.

"I can't see it and nor do I want to." I spat.

"I'm sorry." he whispered. I just stared into the blackness that I was so painfully reminded of every second of the day.

"Really-" he started. "What's it like? I can't imagine, I have very good eyesight." he seemed to be thinking of an inside joke. I wasn't personally offended by his comment, just hated the painful reminder.

"I don't really want to talk about it." I said softly. We were silent for a minute.

"You still seem Ill." he told me cautiously. I shook my head silently. "Would you like me to take you home?" I nodded weakly. He suddenly lifted me in his arms effortlessly.

"Let me walk!" please don't let me throw up on him... He stood still for several moments then plopped me in a car! "How'd I get in here so fast?" I asked. I swear I never felt him move. The engine purred to life. I was thankful yet annoyed at the same time. I recognized the music playing, and my curiosity got the better of me.

"You know Debussy?"

"You know classical?" he asked with insulting astonishment in his voice. I grunted, and then gasped. As soon as we hit the free-way my stomach flattened to my spine. "Holy Crow! How fast are you going?"

"Not too fast." he replied and smoothly changed the subject. "How old are you?" he asked. The question wasn't particularly distracting, but his voice was like melting honey; I could listen to it all day.

"Seventeen." I answered simply. "How old are you?"

"Seventeen." he said promptly. Hmmm...

"How long have you been seventeen?" I retorted. He was silent for a while. This added to my ever-growing list of mysterious things about Edward Cullen; possibly immortal. The idea was unfathomable, impossible.

"Are you going to first beach this weekend?" I decided to make a subject change of my own. Mike and the others were talking about taking a trip to the La Push reservation this weekend. It would be warm, and for them, sunny.

"I really don't think I'm welcome." he said wryly.

"I just invited you." I offered. But I couldn't imagine Edward coming along with the rest of the noisy crowd; he didn't belong in the same world.

"Well, you're home. I had better not leave my siblings waiting in the rain." Again with the topic change. I got out and he was at my side instantly. I jumped. "Sorry." he muttered. I took his elbow and he led me to the front door.

"Thank you."

"You are very welcome." he sounded sincere. I reached for the door, which was unlocked, and he made a move to leave. "Oh Bella," he called. "You might want to phone Charlie so he knows you are already home." Edward suggested.

"He probably already knows about it- there are no secrets in forks." I sighed. He laughed, and there was an edge to his laughter. "Will I see you tomorrow?"

"No, I'm going hiking with Emmett near Goats Rocks, but have fun at the beach." he told me. I hoped the disappointment didn't show on my face. "Can you promise me something?" he asked. I nodded into the drizzling rain where he still stood. "No offense, but you seem to be a danger magnet. Don't die or anything ok?" he begged.

"I'll see what I can do." I snapped and jumped inside. I heard him chuckle, and after I closed the door, drive away into the eternally pouring rain.

Not too much of a cliffy this week. Oh yeah and I promise to update more often now, just been busy. If you want a good laugh (I know my stories are pretty serious) watch 'Michael Sheen reads twilight fanfiction' on u-tube. He's the guy that plays Aro and I promise it'll at least make you laugh. Oh and REVIEW peeps! It seriously does make me write faster, we all need encouragement!