I don't own The Twilight Saga.

Had I owned it, Edward would have been less of a gentleman, Bella would have had a wee bit more of a personality, and Nessie would have remained just a myth. ;)

Mostly Bpov in this one. Don't worry next chapter will be all about Mr. Masen

~*The Student*~

Bpov

"Bella! Come on, kiddo. You're going to be late for school."

Charlie's voice carries up to me as I study myself in the bathroom mirror. Like I had been doing for the last ten minutes. I pull my hair up in a ponytail.

"Coming Dad." I yell back, never taking my eyes off my own reflection. I turn my head left to right. Taking it all in from every angle. I didn't look any different. Not at all. Upon seeing me, no one would shout out, "Hey! Look at that dark-haired chick. She totally had her cherry popped by an undead dude!"

At least, I hoped they couldn't. Because it was going to be hard enough to walk into that classroom today knowing that not only did I sleep with my teacher, but that he is a vampire. How can it be this easy to except? I'm still in shock, clearly. And wonderfully sore in all the right places.

I had a feeling that something was amiss with Mr. Masen since the first day where he stared at me as I were going to be on the lunch menu later that day. Hmm.

"Guess now you know why you looked at you that way." I say to my reflection, rolling my eyes at my own stupidity.

~X~

"So I spoke to Mrs. Webber yesterday. She came down to the station to file a report on her mailbox being smashed. Again. She said you and Angela were becoming good friends. I was happy to hear that, Bells, but a little disappointed you hadn't told me about it yourself." Charlie looks at me as he takes a bite of his eggs.

I shift in my seat, not having a clue what to say to that. So I just shove some cereal in my mouth.

"Bells?" Charlie sets his fork down.

"Yeah?" I take a sip of my juice.

"Are you making friends okay? Everyone treating you all right?"

"Sure. I mean I haven't been here all that long yet. But so far, everyone's been .. Nice." Weird, for sure. But nice. Except my teacher Mr. Masen. He's been more than nice.

As I take another bite, I hear Charlie let out a sigh. Peaking up at him as I butter some cinnamon toast, I notice he's leaning back in his chair, arms crossed. Looking pissed.

"What?"

"Bella, I'm trying to carry on a conversation with you. You know.. I ask how your life is going, you tell me. Possibly ask me a few things in return." Charlie shaking his head at me makes me feel like a puppy who just peed the floor.

Conversation. Right. I could totally do this. Problem was, I had no idea how. Renee wasn't exactly that type of parent. Shoot, I don't think we had ever shared a meal in our dinning room. You'd have to find the table first. It was buried under Renee's nail polishes, gossip magazines and candle-making kits.

"I'm sorry, Charlie. I'm just not used to the whole bonding-over-a-meal thing. It'll take me a few weeks to get into the swing of things." Or a few years.. I smile back at him. Hoping he can't read the panic on my face.

"Dad." He says.

"Erm.. What?"

"I don't like you calling me by my name. I'm your father. I want to be addressed as such."

Well shit. Papa Swan is laying down the law. Now more than ever it occurs to me how completely different my parents are. Like night and day. Makes you wonder how the hell they ever ended up together in the first place. Renee the rule breaker with Charles the serious, strict lawman.

"Okay. I'm sorry. Dad." God, that felt weird.

Nodding his head, Charlie picks his fork back up, proceeds to stuff his face. While he does this I notice that my dad is kind of strong. He's always been tall, of course, standing at six-feet-five-inches. And he has to be tipping the scale at around two-fifty. But more than that, he's handsome. In a dad sort of way, of course. Pretty good shape for a man his age. Which isn't really that old. I guess. He and my mom had me when they were just a year older than I am now. God, the horror! So at thirty-five, Charlie Swan was in tiptop shape.

"Good. Thank you. And listen, no more trips to Port Angeles."

I froze. A spoon full of Lucky Charms halfway to my mouth. Oh fuck! He knows! I've been made! I start sweating like a whore in church.

"Huh?" Was my only reply.

"I know you have been taking knitting classes with Angela. A sort of girl's only thing. But there's been a few murders popping up around the area. I'd just feel much better if you girls did something closer to home."

I'm so shocked by the news of murders I can't even feel relief that Charlie doesn't know about the lie.

"Murders?"

He eyes me for a second. "A gang of bikers that were moving through the area on their way to Vegas ended up dead. Found their remains in a dumpster outside of a seedy bar. Wasn't much left to I.D. to tell you the truth."

I suddenly wasn't very hungry. Pushing my bowl of now soggy cereal away, I peaked a glance as Charlie. He was going over the morning paper as if it held the secrets to the world. Of course it was the sports section..

Clearing my throat, I asked, "Do you have any idea who might have… done that?"

Huffing as he pulled his paper, Charlie looked frustrated. Shaking his head while taking a sip of his steaming cup of coffee, he said, "Not a damn clue. We're thinking it might have been a gang-related crime. No way just one person could take on a whole group of full grown men - bikers no less. We don't have any leads, no witnesses and the security cameras facing the back lot and alley had been broken for a week prior. And the lazy manager hadn't gotten around to having them fixed."

I knew exactly what had happened to those men. But hell if I would ever speak of it. I felt a chill rise over my flesh at the thought of Edward in all his unholy rage taking apart the men who had tried to hurt me. I should be feeling anger and fear at his darkness. In stead, I was drawn to him even more. I couldn't help but feel .. Protected. God, and wasn't that just sick.

"So just do me this favor and stay close to home. Okay?" Charlie asked as he stood and placed his empty coffee cup in the sink.

"Sure. No problem." I tried to go for a casual smile. But I think it came out as more of a grimace.

As I watched Charlie leave out the front door, I hoped he never found out about who really killed those men. Even though I knew it was wrong and stupid. Dangerous. I wanted to protect Edward from people finding out.

"I'm such an idiot." I spoke to the empty kitchen before standing up and going to get dressed for school.

I knew what I wanted. And that was more of Edward. Was I freaked that he was a member of the undead? Yes. Yes, I was. But when I thought about his hands on me, his tongue on me, the way we fit together, I didn't give two shits about anything else. Age is, after all, just a number. But it did make me wonder- How long that number was..

~X~

Epov

As I enter into the pathetic rat hole they call higher learning, I take a deep breath. The scents are the everyday norm here at Forks High: Despair and dirty, rotten teenagers. But today under it all, there lay a nice aroma of sweetness. Like honeysuckle and lavender. That's when I see ahead of me none other than Rosalie Hale. A modern day Goddess in her own right. I watched her as she spoke with another staff member. Her long hair swaying as she threw her head back, laughing. Perhaps Ms. Hale was exactly the distraction I needed.

I thought after having Isabella, after sated myself on her body, that a certain calm would take place, leaving me in peace to do what I did best. Kill. After all, she knows too much, far too much. But after she was gone from my side last night I felt restless. Like a caged beast I paced my floors growling out my frustrations that I wanted her still. Normally a quick fuck and I was ready to move on. Not the case with this one. Damn it. She had my guts twisted, my brain in a scramble and my nerves shot to hell.

It wasn't natural to feel things apart from lust, hunger and rage. Human emotions such as confusion, longing and the dreaded guilt just wasn't in my range. No, I thought with a frown, what I needed was a good hunt. A good old fashioned bloody murder to bring me back to myself. I'd get right on that as soon as I could.

I watch Rose as she walks back to her office. And what a fan-fucking-tastic view she gave . Yes, Ms. Rose Hale would be the perfect distraction.

~X~

Bpov

Sitting in a classroom, in a building, that was so close yet so far away from Edward was like starving to death and having a big piece of chocolate cake sitting in front of you that you were not allowed to touch. I had only gotten a few short glimpses of him here and there. He wore black dress pants and a dark blue dress shirt with the sleeves pushed up. His black tie hung slightly loose and his hair was a total mess. I felt like a swooning fool as I daydreamed about running my fingers through those silky locks as he kissed me senseless.

I wanted to catch him alone but he, nor I, ever seemed to be alone. He wouldn't even hardly look at me during Bio. But I finally found a time. Lunch. I would skip lunch and get a chance. I hoped. I really wanted some alone time with him. I wanted to ask him about the murders. But mostly, I just wanted to be near him.

~X~

Epov

I could sense her near me. I could smell her, and it was driving me mad. ALl through class today she was right there. So close but too far away to.. To what? Tell the class to excuse us as I pull her into the well-used broom closet and bang her? No. I wasn't a damn teenager and I wouldn't lower myself to such antics.

Although the idea of taking her here, in this school where anyone could hear us, see us, it was an idea that made my body heat with hunger and desire.

As I went over a few papers that needed my attention I could feel something. The sound of soft breathing, the scent of strawberries and cream filled my senses.

Isabella.

I hid my smile as I look to my open door and see her shadow across the floor. She's blocked by a few lockers but I would know that shape anywhere.. Since my hands had been all over it last night.

I make sure no sound is made as I move closer to her. I can almost smell her skin, almost taste her sweetness on the air. I have to fight back my more devilish urges. The sense of hunting burns in my veins. But that didn't mean I couldn't play some.

~X~

Bpov

"Sneaking around, Ms. Swan?" Edward asked over my shoulder.

"Shit! Don't do that!" I spin around to look up into his perfect face. Guess I wasn't as stealthy as I thought.

"Why aren't you at lunch?" He asks as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"I- I wasn't hungry?" I didn't mean for it to come out as a question. But he's just standing there looking all tall, dark and undead.

He kept moving closer, his eyes roaming over me. Taking me in like a predator would its helpless prey.

It occurs to me that he's pushing me away from the hallway and deeper into his classroom. His now empty classroom.

"I see." He says as he stops, putting just a few feet between us.

"W-what about you?" I hoped to distract him so he would forget about me going all stalker on him.

"Hmm?" He seemed distracted alright. With my body. As his eyes move up and down my body I started to feel warm and very wet in secret, soft places.

"What are you still doing here?" I ask in a shaky tone of voice.

"Well, like you I wasn't hungry. At least not for food. But now that I have you here.. I could have a bite."

Oh God. How crazy was I? Here I am willing and more than ready to let him take anything he wanted from me- including that bite. He's a vampire for God's sake! And sadly, that was just more of a turn-on to me. I must be wired wrong. There had to be some kind of chemical imbalance that caused my brain to think lustful thoughts when it should be sending all sorts of warnings for me to run.

"Isabella, were you spying on me?"

"Not .. really. And I thought we talked about you only calling me Isabella when you were upset with me." He was advancing while I kept backing up- until I found his desk with the backs of my thighs.

"Yes. I know. Seems I haven't found a time yet when I'm not feeling rather cross with you. You, Ms. Swan, are in need of a good spanking." He teased. Or so I thought he was teasing me.

The way he eyed his desk behind me made my heart skip a beat. And being that he is a vampire, he heard it, and smiled like the cat who ate the canary.

"Do I make you nervous?" He edged closer so that our bodies touched. Everywhere. He felt so good. Hard and strong in all the right places.

"No... You're just very intense. The way you look at me. Sometimes it makes me feel.." I swallowed hard. My throat dry as a bone.

"Makes you feel what exactly?" He was watching my face as if I were mesmerizing to him. Ha! He was the one who could dazzle.

I started to say alive, but caught myself at the last second. "It makes me feel like you're studying me. Looking for all that I am. Looking through me. That must sound rather ridiculous." I could feel it when a blush spread over my face.

"And does that bother you?" I felt his thumb caress over the veins in my wrist. Reminding me of who, what he was.

"Your hands are so cold." I manage in a whisper that seems too loud in the quiet classroom.

He nods before saying, "You know what they say 'Cold hands-"

"Warm heart." I finish the saying.

"Actually, I was going to say dead heart, but warm heart works just as well." He smirks down at me as if I were amusing to him. Maybe I am. Maybe he sees me as nothing more than a silly human with shit for brains.

But I just couldn't look away from his stare. God, there was something there in his eyes. Looking at him like this invoked some deep feeling inside me. A place, a sensation, that I had never explored before. It left me chilled yet warmed all at the same time. It made me want a repeat of last night.

"No. I trust you." Even though the words were spoken in a shaky voice, I found them to have the ring of truth to them. I did trust him. On some fucked up level, even though I knew what he was, what he did to survive, I trusted him. "I find it a relief. Most people are so fake. They never seem to really look at a person when speaking to them. You act as though your whole world is balancing on the words I say." I laughed nervously.

Edward stared at me for the longest time. His head tilted to the left as if he were working something out in his mind. There was nothing but the sounds of the air from the vents moving throughout the room, and my own pathetic heart that beat like a drum in my ears.

Licking his top lip, Edward finally murmured, "That's because, little pet, perhaps they are." He takes a deep breath before speaking again. "And the fact you seem enchanted by me, that, my sweet, either makes you the bravest person I know, or the dumbest." Sighing he moves back just before the final bell rang and the hallways filled with the sounds of kids and teachers. "Only time will tell, I suppose."

I wanted to ask him to elaborate on that but he was gone by the next blink of my eye. I stare at the slowly closing door in frustration. A sense of longing, of want hitting me so strongly that I felt breathless with it. I didn't even get to ask him about the murders.

Damn vampire! His mood swings were giving me whiplash! Maybe Mr. Masen needed a little push to let loose that bad boy vampire I knew was hidden under the respectable Teacher act.

Epov

I move as fast as I can through the halls. I had to get away from her. Away from them all. I could feel my fangs ripping free from my gums, my eyes turning, and my lust for her body mixing with my lust for blood. I wanted to kill them all and take her. I wanted to burn this fucking school to the ground as I fucked Isabella Swan in front of them. I wanted to show her the darkness inside of me and have her want it all. I thought talking would be safe. I was wrong. What did I want? To drain her dry or to fuck her wet? I wanted it all. But not here. Not where I would be caught. Seven centuries I had managed to walk amoung them all with little to no trouble. Now she comes along and threatens it all. Damn it to hell! She would be the death of me. I just knew it.

And the most fucked up part of it all? I couldn't seem to bring myself to kill her. Something that had been so easy for me in the past. A simple task and I was failing at it. Growling in frustration, I head for my car. Beyond that, I had no idea what to do with myself.

A/N: So looks like I shouldn't have told you chickens that next update wouldn't take that long. Family member got really sick so that's why I went MIA. Also, I had said next chapter would be Hot. Yeah, Turns out it's the chapter after this one. I just had to break it up into two chapters. I'm sorry.

I can officially say that the next chapter will be smut filled. Watch out!

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