A.n.: There isn't much that I can say except for the fact that this story was way overdue for a new chapter. I hope you like it!
As I sat in Edward's car, speeding by buildings and people sipping cool drinks, it hit me that life as I knew it had changed. My mind was wrapped around the fact that Edward had saved me for the second time, always seeming to jump into the rescue just when I needed him the most. How did he know where I was? As I thought things over, the road before the car blurred and I got lost inside my own mind.
"You have no idea what he was thinking before I got here. This bastard was going to hurt you!"
The words rang over and over in my head like a song, endlessly repeating. However, it made me wonder, how could Edward possibly know what Michael was thinking if he wasn't here? The words rang again, "You have no idea what he was thinking before I got here." The latter part of his words began to swim around in my mind, causing more confusion to my already confused life. From what I knew, Edward didn't know Michael… and apparently, neither did I. One thing I was sure about, there was something about Edward that drew me to him, like a strong magnetic force. It was almost as if fate herself wanted me there in the train with him and here now in his car.
"Are you hungry?" The words penetrated my thoughts, momentarily putting them into the back of my mind. I turned my head to look at Edward.
"Kinda… are you?" He laughed at my question.
"No, I'm not hungry, but if you are we could find something for you to eat. What are you hungry for?..." He continued to talk about good restaurants and the best places for drinks but I got entranced in the way his lips moved as he talked.
"You pick the place." I said subconsciously, cutting him off on his speech. I couldn't take my eyes away from his lips until I noticed him get out of the car. We had stopped in front of this oldies drive-in, complete with the roller-skaters and teenagers making out in the back seat. I chuckled at Edward's choice of a restaurant, but I couldn't help the fact that a chocolate shake sounded extremely good.
"You gunna come in, or sit in the car all night?" He laughed the question after he opened the door and offered his hand. I blushed and placed my hand in his. After we had been seated at a table in the far corner of the restaurant, next to the mustard bottle painted on the wall, Edward leaned in. "I'm guessing your curiosity is killing you." I laughed awkwardly, and stared at the strange colors on the wall behind him.
"I'm dying of curiosity about what exactly?" Thinking that asking a question within a question would make Edward tell me what he thinks I'm curious about, and hopefully I might get a better idea myself. I asked while leaning in and focusing in on his face ever so sure of myself. He didn't speak for what seemed like forever, Instead he stared into my eyes. I looked into his topaz eyes and blushed, feeling less confident. The more he stared, the more nervous I got. "Edward?" I asked again. His eyes flickered behind me and the waitress came to stand in front of our table.
"You two gunna order anything today?" The waitress eyed us both while she popped her gum. I hadn't gotten a chance to look at the menu, so I just blabbed out the first thing that came to mind.
"Uh, a chocolate shake please?" She scribbled down something on her note pad then turned to Edward.
"Anything for you sir?" She said whilst popping her gum again. Edward shook his head slightly, and she rolled off on her skates without another word. Edward then looked at me again, with his beautiful topaz eyes which seemed to glisten no matter what type of lighting conditions we happened to be in.
"My age," He said quietly staring into my eyes again. "It isn't exactly… normal." I looked over at the salt shaker, trying to avoid his searching stare. Maybe I was right about my accusations towards Edward, however bizarre it sometimes seemed when I thought about it over and over. Was he really from mars and somehow ended up being a trillion years old? What I didn't understand is why he was telling this to me. We had only known each other for two... three days max and yet he was willing to share what seemed to be an important secret to keep. Whatever his reasons, he was right; I was curious.
"What about your age, Edward? You don't look older then 18 to be honest." He laughed.
"Well you see Bella, I was actually born in 1901 in Chicago." I let the information sink in. If he was born in 1901… that would make him over a hundred years old. "Are you alright Bella?" Edward asked me after a few moments of silence.
"Yea, just confused." My face probably portrayed other wise. "How is that possible?" My mind raced, perplexed as to what really is seated in front of me.
"I'm a Vampire." Oh, it made sense. But still the lingering question: Why was he telling me this?
"Edward, can I ask you a question?" I asked timidly, blushing crimson. Just then a chocolate shake was placed on the table over my right shoulder. "Thanks." I mumbled.
"Of course." He looked at me as I struggled to find the right words.
"Why do you... I mean, why are you…" I sighed in frustration and fumbled with my straw. "Why are you telling me this?" I finally blurted out. He seemed a bit taken aback by my question.
"That's your question? You want to know why I'm telling you. Instead of, 'Oh Edward, are you going to kill me?' Wow Bella, I thought you would react a lot differently to the fact that I'm a vampire. But if I must answer your question, I'm telling you this because for some reason I'm drawn towards you. I wasn't even planning on getting on that train. Something just…" He paused and looked away at a loss for words. "I feel like I need you." He said quietly. Oh. My.God. Did he just seriously say those words to me? Was this really happening?
"I… I…" NowIwas at a loss for words. "I'm flattered." My cheeks were burning a million degrees. I looked away from him knowing my face probably looked like a red tomato right about now.
"Bella..." He said softly. I looked into his topaz eyes. "Your shake is melting."
"Oh…" Was all I could muster as I looked down into the dark bubbly drink. I suddenly didn't feel hungry anymore. I moved the straw around stirring up the bubbles, feeding the silence while avoiding Edward's gaze.
"I understand if you want me to leave," he blurted out. I looked up into his face confused. It was strained, and lacked its normal confidence, that was the last thing I wanted. I felt the same way about him as he did me. I didn't want to be alone when I could be with Edward. Ever since our first meeting in the train I cherished every second that he graced me with his presence. I, a clumsy mortal human didn't deserve such a being as Edward. I barely even knew him. But one thing I did know was that I wanted more of Edward.
"Please don't leave," I said quietly. I wanted to tell him that I felt just as he did but each phrase I thought of came short of perfection. He waited as my thoughts consumed my mind once again. "I feel the same way." I stammered finally. His face twisted into a smile at my words.
"I'm glad." He stated simply, his smile still shining. "Come on, let's get out of here." He reached out for my hand as he stood. It was my turn to smile and I happily obliged.
A.n: I am aware that it is similar to the book, and that originality is something we all come here to read. : sadly, I was short of idea's and I didn't want to stray to far from the characters original personalities. If anyone has ideas for future chapters, feel free to express them! I'd be happy to have some help from an outside mind. Thank you bunches!
Meg