A/N: Here we go! Next Chapter! Its extra long cause I made you wait so long! Sorry!

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Chapter 3 – Accidental Accidents

BPOV

I woke up in the morning, and sensed something different. Charlie was gone, as usual. I slowly rose, looking around warily, and saw that my door was slightly ajar. My body trembled with anticipation of attack, and I cautiously made my way to the door, then flung it open, to reveal… a bird. I stared at it, confusion probably painted on my face. Then I burst out laughing. I couldn't help, seeing the funny side of my overreaction. I slowly picked it up, realizing it was a baby sparrow, and began to whisper to it in a language all birds understood. That was something the injection had given me, the ability to talk to animals, and, well, anything. "How did you get in here, little bird? Fly now, and may the wind be kind to your wings," I said, saying a goodbye that was incredibly polite to birds. He chirruped a thank you, unsure what to say back, and flew off, still unused to flying, I presumed. I chuckled, and got ready for school in seconds, by using some of my power.

I went down stairs, and poured myself some cereal. I gazed outside as I munched, smiling to myself. I got into my truck, after looking wistfully into the trees. I promised to myself that I would go for a run at the end of the day, and felt all the better for that.

The day passed quickly, people starting to gossip less. During lunch they even talked to me, and I smiled stiffly, as they began asking questions that I didn't like much, but had to answer. 'Who did that to your back' was a question that was frequently, or at least one like it, but I avoided it. Only Alice knew a fraction of what I had been through. I glanced to the Cullen table every time that question was asked, and every time I saw her looking at me, her eyes incredibly sad.

When biology came, Edward seemed to be wary of me, but was still okay to have a conversation. One time, I looked over to Mike's table, only to see him scowling at our table, and I raised my eyebrows, my chuckling faltering. I stiffened, getting slightly angry, but he finally looked away, realising I had seen him staring. I looked back, slightly confused, and saw Edward gaping at me. My eyes widened as I realised my eyes were black, as I was angry. I screwed them shut, moving my head away as I grabbed my head. The pain suddenly came back, the pressure getting more and more intense, until it faltered, giving me release.

"Are you okay?" Edward asked me, slightly unsure, and I looked at him, sure my eyes were back to normal. "Yeah… sometimes it feels like someone's stabbing me in the brain… migraines, I guess, but I've never had them this bad, or this often," I smiled weakly, remembering when I had nearly been stabbed in the brain. Trust me, it's not pretty. That's another thing thanks to the injection; my injuries always healed themselves, and I could never die, as far as I knew. His eyes widened in shock and sympathy, but there was something in his eyes, like realisation in there too.

The lesson continued awkwardly from then, and we both practically raced out the classroom, me beating him out the door, racing towards my next lesson. All through the lesson, I pushed Alice further and further, showing her how stretchy she would get by the time I had finished with her. Instead of rushing out to get the clothes, we had snuck back in at the start of the lesson and grabbed them, so when everyone else had been let out of their lessons, we didn't realise, being so caught up in our stretches. What alerted us to someone else being in the room was the door slowly creaking open, and we both spun round to face the agape faces of Mike, Jessica and Lauren. They came in, and both I and Alice tensed up, not liking company. "This is what you've been doing instead of joining us? Making yourselves look like sluts?" Lauren spat, and I couldn't help contain my anger.

"You know what Lauren? I have a scar on my back which will match your face if you don't shut up!" I seethed, and slowly walked towards her, stalking her as she backed up, away from the monster I was. She turned and ran, and I nearly ran after, my body begging me to rip her face off.

I sighed, trying to rein in my feelings, just as I felt Alice's hand on my arm, almost restraining me. Jessica and Mike slowly went away, curiousness plastering their faces. I sank to the floor; grabbing my head to relieve my anger a little, whilst I tried to contain my power. It was rushing through me, faster than my blood, causing it to sound strange, as if anyone could hear it though.

Through all of this, Alice brought my clothes over to me, and tried to coax me into changing, and complied, but only to get out as soon as possible. Oddly, I noticed Alice had already changed, but I shoved that to the back of my mind, trying to stop myself from exploding in anger.

After a few minutes, I nodded, getting up, whilst tugging clothes on. I looked at the clock, and on seeing it was well past the bell, I wondered if her siblings would be angry with me for keeping her. She seemed to sense my turmoil, and said "they'll understand, you needed some time," and I smiled sadly. No one had any idea how much time I would, let alone me. I walked towards the door, and Alice followed, just behind me.

As soon as I got out, I stormed to my truck, knowing that only the Cullen's were in the lot. I threw the door open, leaping in, using my power to give me a boost. The Cullen's watched cautiously, as I made sure that I was set to go. I started my truck up; using my power to get it to go way faster than it naturally could, because there was no way I could deal with any questions.

I felt my eyes beginning to change slightly, as they sometimes did when I used my power for a short length of time. Once I was on the freeway, they began changing quicker and quicker, making it painful. I pulled over, rubbing my eyes, willing them to not hurt. I shook my head as the pain subsided, and I looked in the mirror to find that they had changed colour, into a really startling darkish blue. I blinked, and saw them returning slowly to their original colour. I chewed my lip as I drove off, unsure of what to do.

When I got home, I remembered the promise I had made myself, and grinned. I hurriedly changed and grabbed my iPod, pointe shoes and a hooded top to wear if it got chilly. I wrote Charlie a quick note, then rushed into the forest, happy to be able to release some energy. I walked through the forest until I found a large, still lake. The water looked cool and refreshing, and I saw a boulder along the edge that I could use to dive off, if I found need to.

I dropped the hooded top on a large stone, and began stretching, against a tree that had boughs at the perfect height. After that, I let myself go, dancing freely without seeing or feeling anything but the dance for the whole time. When the music started repeating, I glanced at the time, surprised that three whole hours had gone already.

I gathered up my things, and walked through the trees, tired after my long workout. A twig suddenly snapping made me freeze, and I looked for any signs of movement. A wolf slowly came into view, and my mouth opened in shock. It was HUGE. It had a russet coat, and eyes that seemed almost… human. I stared, unafraid, as 3 others came out, only one being bigger than the first I had seen.

Suddenly one growled menacingly, the dark silver wolf and I narrowed my eyes, challenging it slightly. Its growls cut off when the black haired one twitched its head slightly, watching me with curious eyes. Human like eyes. The eyes were beginning to get to me, so I quickly stepped back one, with the silver wolf watching my every move. I shrugged, and turned my back, walking away. They didn't follow me for a couple of moments, probably in shock that I turned away from them.

I started feeling a little cold, so I put on my hooded top, shoving my hands in the pockets. I felt the familiar dagger that was strapped to my side. I always kept a weapon on me, or in me. To do this I absorb the particles of an object, and they collect again to form the object. I use this with blades, as it really creeps people out when you suddenly produce an enormous katana out of nowhere. I love their facial expressions… until they start screaming.

I shook this thought from my head as I began to see my house, but heard the wolves pick up speed a little. They probably thought they were as quiet as mice, but, they were wrong. I have incredibly heightened senses, something you need when you're constantly in danger. I was about 5 feet away from the tree line when they picked up even more speed, but I kept on walking. It was dark, and just as I was walking up the stairs, Charlie arrived, effectively shooing the animals… or whatever they were.

The next day, I woke up to snow. I could feel the injuries I would get already. I groaned, and then got ready, knowing I would have to go extra slow on the way to school. I could use some of my power, but it would probably be noticed that my truck wouldn't be touching the ground.

However, on the way to my truck, no one would notice if I was floating a few inches above the ground, so I smiled smugly to myself about that. All the way to school, I kept the speed to a minimum, but even so… it seemed really steady, even when I hit patches of ice. When I got out the truck, something caught my eye, and I carefully bent down at the back to check. Snow chains. Charlie must have gotten up god knows what hour to put them on. My eyes misted up and my throat tightened a little. I wasn't used to people caring about me.

It was while I was balanced precariously on one foot I heard a strange, screeching sound. I glanced up to see a blue van skidding dangerously on the ice. Towards the corner of my truck. Except I was in the way. I gulped, wondering if this was my way of getting freedom of my guilt. But just as the van would have hit me, I knocked from a side I wasn't expecting. My head hit the ground with crack that would have killed a normal person. Even so, my eyesight dimmed a little, but I could still see that the van was coming for me again.

A low murmur made me realise someone was with me, and who it was, and then two long white hands shot out, making a large dent in the vans side. Then the hands moved faster than a human's should, one gripping the underside of the van, the other grabbing my legs and swinging them round until they hit the tire of the car next to mine.

The van settled with a groan, and for a couple of seconds, silence flooded the lot, before the screams began.

"Bella? Are you alright?" Edwards frantic voice rose above everybody else's, either shouting about my safety, Tyler's, or just shouting. "I'm fine," I said meekly, feeling my head heal itself. I tried to get up, but Edwards arm tightened, stopping me.

"Be careful, you hit your head pretty hard there," he said, whilst watching me curiously. I looked at his hand, and was surprised that I didn't feel really nauseous, as I did when ever a guy touched me, even by accident.

"Ow," I muttered, just to stop him staring so, and he smirked slightly, saying "that's what I thought". My eyes narrowed as he held in some laughter, and asked something I knew would shut him up.

"How did you get here so fast?"

His face abruptly changed into something more serious. "I was standing right next to you, Bella," he said, his tone deadly serious.

I turned to sit up again, and this time he let me, releasing his hold around my waist and sliding as far from me as he could in the limited space. I looked at his concerned, innocent expression and suddenly felt power. I felt my face turn white as I felt a power that I couldn't quite recognize. I focused onto the power so much I forgot what I had been asking him.

Suddenly, the people were around us, yelling at each other or us, tears streaming down their faces.

I tried to get up, but Edwards hand pushed my shoulder down.

"Just stay put for now."

"But it's cold," I whined, and what surprised me wasn't his laugh, but the edge to it.

"You were over there," I remembered, and his chuckle stopped short. "You were by your car."

His expression turned hard. "No, I wasn't."

"I saw you." All around us there was chaos. I could hear the gruffer voices of adult arriving on the scene, but I obstinately held onto my argument, for the simple reason that I knew he would have to explainer sooner or later.

"Bella, I was standing with you, and pulled you out of the way."

"No." I set my jaw.

"Please, Bella," he said as his eyes blazed, as if trying to communicate something crucial.

"Why?" I demanded

"Trust me," he pleaded, his voice and eyes soft.

I could hear sirens far off now. "Will you promise to explain everything to me later?"

"Fine," he suddenly snapped, and I felt that he wasn't going to.

"Fine." I glared, angered.

It took six EMTs and two teachers – Mr Varner and Coach Clapp, and me, using my power unbeknownst to them, to shift the van far enough away from us to bring the stretchers in. Edward vehemently refused his, and I tried to do the same, but the traitor told them I'd hit my head and probably had concussion. I decided to get my own back when I next saw his car. See how he likes it when your centre of attention.

I almost died of humiliation when they put on the neck brace. It looked like the whole school was there, watching soberly as they loaded me in the back of the ambulance. Edward got to ride up front. It was maddening.

To make matters worse, Chief Swan arrived before they could get me away safely.

"Bella!" he in yelled in panic when he recognized me on the stretcher.

"I'm completely fine Char-Dad," I sighed. "There's nothing wrong me." That you know of, I added in my head.

He turned to the closest EMT for a second opinion. I tuned him out to consider the jumble that was my head. There was a tiny knick in my skull, and I would need to fix that before they x-rayed it and made me stay for god knows how long. It always seems to happen on TV.

You see, I don't remember the last time I've been in hospital, except when I met Renée, and she made me take… tests, to see if I was okay. Obviously I wasn't fully 'intact' as some called it, and she stared at me, wondering if she had a prostitute as a daughter. This belief was quickly thrown out the window once she found all the scars I had.

My mind wondered to what happened in those few seconds of the crash, and I had an idea forming in my head that I didn't like. At all. The leaders of the company, their guards, and our trainers, all… looked vaguely like the Cullen's. Pale, hard skin… and they obviously had something different about them.

I thought about Demetri. He was able to track people wherever they where in the world, once he had their 'flavour' as he and Felix called it. That was the reason I had my mind blocked off. I thought about my sudden migraines, and realised that, whilst it was not Demetri, someone was trying to get in my head.

Then there was Jane, who could make you feel the most excruciating pain without actually causing you harm. I smiled as I remembered when I had first blocked her, and then turned it back on her. I chuckled, but so low that the EMT wouldn't hear and have me committed. And there was Alec, Jane's twin, who cut off all your senses. He was the first thing I blocked, and I often turned it back on him when demonstrating it to younger members of Sector J.

I had noticed that Alice would sometimes freeze when stretching, sometimes in the worst positions, her eyes would glaze over, and sometimes she would just zone out for ages, and then go right through with whatever she was doing as if nothing had happened.

I felt the knick heal completely, and sighed.

Naturally, the ambulance got a police escort to the county hospital. I felt ridiculous the whole time they were unloading me. What made it worse was that Edward simply glided through the hospital doors under his own power. I ground my teeth together, oh, was his car going to get it.

They put me in the emergency room, a long room with a line of cots separated by pastel-pattered curtains. A nurse put a pressure cuff on my arm and a thermometer under my tongue. Since no one bothered pulling the curtain around to give me some privacy, I decided I wasn't obligated to wear the stupid looking neck brace on anymore. When the nurse walked away, I quickly unfastened the Velcro and threw it under the bed.

There was a flurry of hospital personnel, another stretcher brought to the bed next to me. I recognized Tyler Crowley from my government class beneath the bloodstained bandages wrapped tightly around his head. Tyler looked a hundred times worse than I felt. But he was staring anxiously at me.

"Bella, I'm so sorry!"

"I'm fine Tyler – you look awful, are you all right?" as we spoke nurses began unwinding his soiled bandages, exposing a myriad of shallow slices all over his forehead and left cheek.

He ignored me. "I thought I was going to kill you! I was going too fast, and I hit the ice wrong…" he winced as one of the nurses started dabbing at his face.

"Don't worry about it; you missed me." Sadly, I added silently.

How did you get out the way so fast? You were there, and then you were gone…"

"Umm… Edward pulled me out the way." I went along with his story as he asked.

He looked confused. "Who?"

"Edward Cullen – he was standing next to me." Id always had to be a good liar, but id fallen out of practise lately, and knew I sounded off.

"Cullen? I didn't see him… wow, it was all so fast, I guess. Is he okay?"

"I think so he's here somewhere, but they didn't make him use a stretcher."

They wheeled me away then, to x-ray my head, though I told them firmly that there was nothing wrong with me, and I was right, of course. I asked if I could leave, but the nurse said I had to talk to a doctor first. That made me nervous, because I had a feeling it would be a man, and I really wasn't comfortable with women touching me, let alone men. Well, except Edward, mystifyingly. The last guy that had tried to touch me, not even sexually, had ended up going through a wall. I had been careful to switch off during the tests mum made me go through, knowing that she would ask questions if I stabbed them in the eyes, as I had so wanted to do.

All through this Tyler kept apologizing, but I closed my eyes and ignored him, though he still kept mumbling remorsefully.

"Is she sleeping?" a musical voice asked. My eyes flew open.

Edward was standing at the foot of my bed, smirking. I glared at him, screaming the foulest curses in every language known to man, and in the language of the assassin company.

"Hey, Edward, I'm really sorry-" Tyler began.

"Edward lifted a hand to stop him.

"No blood, no foul," he said, flashing a brilliant smile. He moved to sit on the edge of Tyler's bed, facing me. He smirked again.

"So, what's the verdict?" he asked me.

"There's nothing wrong with meat all, but they wont let me go," I complained, whilst flashing my eyes towards the nurse dangerously. "How comes you aren't strapped to a gurney like the rest of us?"

"It's all about who you know," he answered. "But don't worry, I came to spring you."

Then a doctor walked round the corner, and my eyes widened whilst I crouched lower, unsure of what to expect. He was young, he was blonde… and he was pretty good looking. He was pale, though, and tired looking, with circles under his eyes. From Charlie's description, this had to be Edwards's father.

"So, miss swan," Dr Cullen said in a remarkably appealing voice, "how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," I mumbled, rolling my eyes in my head.

He walked to a light board on the wall over my head, and turned it on.

"Your x-rays look good," he said. "Does your head hurt? Edward said you hit it pretty hard.

"Its fine," I repeated with a sigh, throwing a scowl at Edward.

I felt the doctor's cool hand touch my head, and I froze up, then leaned away, trying to get away from him. He moved with me though, and a lone tear slipped out. This was one of the hardest things in the world – no one understood what I felt, and that was all part of the play I was acting in.

"Tender?" he asked, mistaking my reluctance to touch.

"Not really." Id had a lot worse.

I heard a chuckle, and I looked at Edward with an agonized glance that cut it short, and he looked at me carefully. My eyes misted up, and he knew it wasn't because my head hurt. Something else did. So much it was killing me.

Dr Cullen let go of my head, and I closed me eyes, almost sobbing in relief. I settled for a sigh instead. "Well, your father is in the waiting room – you can go home with him now. But come back if you feel dizzy or have trouble with your eyesight at all."

"Cant I go back to school?" I asked, imagining Charlie trying to be attentive.

"Maybe you should take it easy today,"

I glanced at Edward. "Does he get to go to school?"

"Someone has to spread the good news that we survived," he said smugly.

"Actually," Dr Cullen corrected, "most of the school seems to be in the waiting room."

"Oh no," I moaned, covering my face with my hands.

Dr Cullen raised his eyebrows. "Do you want to stay?"

"No, no!" I insisted, throwing my legs over the side of the cot and hopping down quickly. Too quickly – I staggered, and Dr Cullen caught me. He looked concerned when I wrenched my arm out of his grasp, backing away light a frightened animal.

"I'm fine," I said weakly.

"Take some Tylenol for the pain," he suggested cautiously.

"It doesn't hurt that bad," I insisted.

"It sounds like you were extremely lucky," Dr Cullen said, smiling as he signed my chart with a flourish.

"Lucky Edward happened to be standing next to me," I amended with a hard glare at the subject of my statement.

"Oh, well, yes," Dr Cullen agreed, suddenly occupied with the papers in front of him. Then he looked away, at Tyler, and walked away to the next bed. The doctor was in on it, another reason to distrust him.

"I'm afraid that you'll have to stay with us just a little bit longer," he said to Tyler, and began checking his cuts.

As soon as the doctor's back was turned, I moved to Edwards's side.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" I hissed under my breath. He took a step back from me, his jaw suddenly clenched.

"Your father is waiting for you," he said through his teeth.

I glanced at Dr Cullen and Tyler.

"I'd like to speak with alone, if you don't mind," I pressed.

He glared, and then turned his back strode down the long room. I nearly had to run to keep up. As soon as we turned the corner into a short hallway, he spun around to face me.

"What do you want?" he asked, sounding annoyed. His eyes were cold.

His unfriendliness did not intimidate me though. My words came out severely. "You owe me an explanation," I reminded him.

"I saved your life – I don't owe you anything."

I glared at him for his tone. He was obviously playing the baddy in this scene. "You promised."

"Bella, you hit your head, you don't know what you're talking about." His tone would have crushed a normal person.

My temper flared, and I glared at him, knowing my eyes were changing slightly. "There's nothing wrong with my head."

He glared back, though slightly freaked out. "What do you want from me Bella?"

"I want to know the truth," I said. "I want to know why I'm lying for you."

"What do you think happened?" he snapped. I explained to him everything I had seen, all in a rush (A/N: ill spare the details, it's the same as in twilight, except she's angrier).

He stared at me incredulously. But his face was tense, defensive,

"You think I lifted the van off you?" his tone questioned my sanity, but it only made me more suspicious. It sounded like a perfectly delivered line by a skilled actor.

I merely nodded, jaw tight.

"Nobody will believe that, you know." His voice held an edge of derision now.

"I'm not going tell anybody." I said each word slowly, carefully controlling my anger.

Surprise flitted across his face. "Then why does it matter?"

"It matters to me," I insisted. "I'm lying enough as it is – so there'd better be a good enough reason why I'm doing it."

His eyes examined me for a moment. "Cant you just thank me and get over it?"

"Thank you," I spat, fuming and expectant as I waited.

"You're not going to let go, are you?"

"No."

"In that case…I hope you enjoy disappointment."

We scowled at each other in silence. I was the first to speak, failing to keep in my anger. My eyes changed more, getting bluer and bluer.

"Why did you even bother?" I asked frigidly.

He paused, unsure of my eyes, and looked unexpectedly vulnerable for the briefest of moments,

"I don't know," he whispered.

And then he turned hi back on me and walked away.

It took awhile for me to calm down and for my eyes to change back to their natural chocolate brown. I leant against the wall, one arm holding myself together, the other rubbing my eyelids. When it was done, I sighed and made my way slowly to the exit at the end of the hallway.

The waiting room was as bad as id expected it. Most of the people I knew were there, staring at me. Charlie rushed to my side; I put up my hands.

"There's nothing wrong with me," I assured him sullenly. I was still ticked off, not in the mood for chit chat.

"What did the doctor say?"

"Doctor Cullen saw me, and he said I was fine and I could go home." I sighed. Mike, Jessica and Eric were all there, beginning to converge on us. "Let's go," I urged.

Charlie put one arm behind my back, not quite touching me, much to my relief, and led me to the glass doors of the exit. I waved slightly at my friends, hoping they would get the message and quit worrying. It was huge relief to get into the cruiser. Wait a sec – did I actually say that?!

We drove in silence. I was so wrapped in my thoughts that I barely knew Charlie was there. I was positive that Edwards's defensive behaviour in the hall was confirmation that whatever the Cullen's were, they weren't human – and that they somehow tied with the bosses of the company I belonged to.

When we go to the house, Charlie finally spoke.

"Um… you'll need to call Renée." He hung his head, guilty.

I was appalled. "You told mum!"

"Sorry."

I slammed the cruisers door a little harder than necessary on my way out, but not too hard – I didn't want Charlie asking how the hell I was strong enough to do that. I had enough problems as it was.

My mum was in hysterics, of course. I had to tell her I felt fine at least thirty times before she would calm down she begged me to come home – forgetting the fact that home was empty at the moment – but her pleas were easier to resist than I would have thought. I was consumed by the mystery Edward presented. If the bosses were a danger to the kids in my unit, god, they would pay.

I decided I might as well go to bed early that night. Charlie continued to watch me anxiously, and it was getting on my nerves. Usually, I watch you. Not the other way round. I considered using a painkiller, but then remembered that I was no longer injured. I snorted at my silliness, in forgetting how quickly I healed. However, I did use some of my power to make it easier to fall asleep, and I quickly drifted off.

That was the first night I dreamt of Edward Cullen.

A/N: I have a question. I'm kinda confused as to what an EMT is, so could anyone explain? So yeah… What do you guys think? Review, Please!