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Never Ending Walk

Chapter Two: Wuthering Heights

It had been a week since Bella came; she had now taken over a small secluded area of the cafeteria for herself. The new girl hype had ended, to her evident relief, and she drifted away from Jessica, Lauren and the English Lit girl opting to read privately instead of listening to their mindless gossip.

I longed to go sit with her, to talk, to get inside her head. I was frustrated that I couldn't pass the wall that shielded me away from Bella's mind. I would trade everyone's thoughts if I could only hear hers, even for a minute, and this scared me. I didn't know why I felt so protective and attracted to this human, Jasper had confronted me about the foreign emotions that I was feeling- as he felt them also, but neither he nor I could come up with a justifiable reason. Alice's chirpiness continued also, and she still wouldn't tell me. I even bribed Jasper to go noodle some information out for her, but even he was told nothing. By this time the entire family was curious, sure Alice hid some things from us, but if it was important like she was playing this out to be, she would have told once of us. We spent the rest of the week and the better half of the weekend interrogating her but the damn Pixie could see when we intended to question her and she would come prepared.

Monday morning came, and passed in a blur nothing interesting happening, yet I didn't feel bored I felt hopeful and excited. I was alarmed when I realised the reason for my excitement and anticipation on the dreary, typical Forks Monday morning, and even more panicked when I hoped that Bella was coping all right in the dramatic weather change. Isabella Swan. I hadn't even spoken a word to this girl yet I felt...I felt something incomprehensible towards her. A strange force tugged on me and it grew gradually during her short stay, and was steadily reaching its peak.

I left my morning Biology class and walked down the hallway to my next: English Lit. I was opening the door, when someone bumped into me, their smell was intoxicating. It smelled like nothing I had ever smelt in my life. It was a mixture of strawberries and freesia and an unidentifiable smell that shock me. At that moment I wanted to turn around and drain the person behind me, their blood smelt too good, there were no words to describe it. I gripped the door handle hard, and took deep calming breaths in hope of controlling myself. I noticed I was holding people up so I opened the door widely, without even looking back to the person who the delicious scent belonged to rushed to my seat.

I sat at the front, knowing the class would all go for the back seats; it would help me to avoid catching the scent once more. I was searching for my copy of Wuthering Heights in my bag, when someone came and took the seat next to me. It was her. Bella Swan. Up close she looked even more of a goddess than she did at a distance. Her face was indescribably pale- almost like mine, but unlike vampires she had a subtle pink blush in her cheeks that I had noticed would darken when she attention was drawn to her. I looked at her intently, and the blush darkened and she looked away at the board nervously, fiddling with her copy of the novel. Her copy was almost battered as mine, and that was saying something, being over a century old I had read the book uncountable times and the book had become tattered.

Mrs Webb our English Lit teacher walked in, taking a seat at her desk, before she told someone to begin reading from where we had left off. We all opened our books and listened to Mike Newton read, if it could be called reading completely kill the book is more appropriate. I wasn't the only one annoyed Bella also seemed to be irritated by Mike's reading, she skipped ahead not taking note of the page that we were all following. I too strayed away from Mike's voice and concentrated on the beauty beside me. Her book was not only dog eared and crinkled but many lines were also underlined and highlighted, and many words had her personal connotations scribbled underneath them.

"Right, that's enough Mr Newton," Mrs Webb said in her drawling British accent, signalling with her hand that Mike could now sit down.

"Finally," I breathed softly.

"Right, who next?" she asked. No one volunteered so her dark eyes hidden by the heavy lenses of her glasses roamed the room.

"Ah, what about you," she pointed at Bella, who was completely engrossed in the book and wasn't aware that we had stopped reading.

"Ms Swan," she called, but yet no answer came. "Mrs Swan!" Still nothing.

I nudged Bella gently in the ribs to get her attention and immediately her gaze was up from the novel. She took a look around at everyone staring at her and turned a deep red.

"Sorry, I zoned out," she mumbled. "What can I do for you?"

We laughed at this, and I chuckled softly as I noticed that she hadn't actually meant to be funny.

"Page 143 starting reading," commanded Mrs Webb.

Bella nodded, stood up and cleared her throat.

"He then..."

Her voice was clear and concise. It was confident as though she had read the book out loud to herself many times, her pace was precise and she controlled the time in which she stopped to take a breath in order to not create suspense when it wasn't needed. I wasn't the only one impressed Mrs Webb also was looking at her, her eyes widened. The class paid attention to the book for once and hadn't began sending each other notes, or thinking about what they would have for lunch, every single one of their minds was solely on Bella's reading and Heathcliff's and Catherine's story. You could almost feel the emotions of the characters as Bella read about them; I read the book a ridiculous amount of times, but as its words rolled of her tongue it was like nothing I how I had ever read it. It was more amazing, captivating and incredible.

"Well done, Ms Swan that was excellent" Mrs Webb said as Bella finished the chapter and took her seat.

At that moment a soft breeze came into the classroom through a open window, blowing Bella's long locks softly. It was then that I caught the smell. It was her. It was coming off her. It intensified as she brushed her away from her face, and I growled lowly as the smell hit me. An incredible desire to sink my teeth into her and devour her washed through me. I covered my nose with my one hand, and the other balled up into a fist as I tried to calm my self down. Bella looked at me, confused, she smelled her hair slightly when she thought I wasn't looking and scrunched her eyebrows together in bewilderment when she didn't understand the cause of reaction. I could have had her, the humans couldn't stop me, I could have them too, one by one till I reached her: Saving the best for last. But I couldn't risk exposure and more importantly I didn't want to be a killer, I didn't want to be a monster. But wasn't this thirst for Bella blood part of me being a monster? Bella looked at me from the corner of her curiously and she inhaled sharply as she recoiled from the intensity of my gaze.

The bell rang and I rushed out, a minute longer with her in such close proximity and I would have done it. I couldn't tell if I felt relived or angry, half of me wanted to go back I could still have her, but my judgement carried me to the nurse's office where I said I was ill and needed to go home. I particularly ran out the nurse's office praying that she didn't notice the alarming speed of my exit. I couldn't stay around her, or the school in this condition. Now I had indentified who the smell belonged to, I feared that I would loose the little control I had over my self. I needed to get away to get my head sorted, to go hunting. I needed to go hunting, now. I jumped into my Silver Volvo and drove home, leaving Emmet a message on his phone telling him to catch a ride and that I'd be going away. I needed to get away from Forks, I couldn't be anywhere near her, I could easily follow her scent back to her house and... No, I wouldn't do that. I repeated the mantra that Jasper ran through his head a week a go that I thought then to be funny.

Humans are people not food, people not food, people not food...

I tried distracting myself, repeating Jasper manta in my head, remembering Carlisle words but nothing seemed to work. Even when I had taken myself to my favourite hunting spot full of mountain lions, I couldn't forget her amazing scent, the smell of the lions blood was nothing compared to Bella's. Nothing at all.

What did you think? I know it was short, but I wanted to put something up, chapters will not be coming on a daily basis sadly, this just happened as I'm feeling quite creative tonight. I will try my best to do it at twice/thrice weekly.

Did Edward seem more masculine and do you think I have written him OOC? I hope not because I was trying to maintain SM's Edward for this particular story.

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