Sorry I didn't update as soon as I said I would. For whatever reason, Fanfiction wouldn't let me sign in yesterday to update.
Also, thanks for all the reviews! I really love to read them.
Here's the answers to a few of the questions asked by Pianogirl05:
Since Edward has vampire hearing isn't he wondering why Bella keeps talking to herself?
Edward has noticed, but it just hasn't come up yet. When I do another Edward's POV I'll do it when the sun's out and he's stalking her throughout the whole day, so that will be when I address that part.
Since Bella has the ability to see ghosts does she also have the ability to sense Edward but doesn't know it or was the wanting Edward to stay just a coincidence with her sleep talking?
Bella can't sense Edward, so yes, it is just a coincidence.
Does Charlie, Renee, and Phil know why Bella sleeps in the closet? Do the ghosts not like the closet?
No, they don't know why; they just simply ignore it. And yes, the ghosts don't like closets.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.
Chapter 7
The ghosts seem to be everywhere today.
Tripping me, shouting at me, trying to scare me.
I buy only a drink for lunch, considering the fact that the ghosts have decided to spit and/or sneeze on everything.
"Edward Cullen is staring at you," Angela announces. "I wonder why he's sitting alone."
I scan the cafeteria until I finally meet his eyes.
He motions for me to join him.
I look at him, startled.
And then he winks.
My mouth falls open. "Uh, maybe he needs help with his Biology homework," I say as I stand.
On my way to the table, one ghost grabs onto my ankles, nearly making me collide with the floor.
As soon as I'm within a five-foot radius from Edward, though, the ghost disappears.
"Why don't you sit with me today?" Edward asks me.
I sit, nervously, but eventually speak. "Well, this is different."
Edward shrugs. "I've decided to stop trying to stay away from you."
"So, in plain English, are we friends now?" I ask cautiously.
"Friends…" Edward pulls out the word.
"Or not," I mutter, blushing.
"We can try," he says after a moment.
I nod, staring at him.
"What are you thinking?" he questions.
I'm thinking that I'm sitting with a vampire.
Instead, I shrug, just as the bell rings. "We'd better get to class."
"I'm not going," Edward says.
"Why?"
"Because sometimes it's healthy to ditch."
"Oh… Well I'll see you later then."
I rush off to Biology, tripping a few times over ghosts' legs, but only completely falling once.
"Today we are blood-typing!" Mr. Banner announces, though I'm only partly listening.
One ghost, one with half its face gone and the other half charred, is holding a large knife, and tracing the window with its blade.
Oddly enough, no one seems to notice the fact that miniscule cracks are appearing in the glass.
It's confusing; no one can see the ghosts, no one can see the things that they're holding, but can anyone but me see the marks in the glass?
Maybe they can't.
But could a ghost kill someone?
The thought of that makes me extremely dizzy, and so I rest my head on my desk.
"Bella? Do you need to go to the nurse? You're looking a bit dizzy," Mr. Banner's voice seems far away as I watch the ghost carve a young girl's death—perhaps mine— into the window.
There's no chance that anyone can see that… is there?
"Is it the blood?" Mr. Banner questions.
"Um… yes…" I answer, my voice faint-sounding.
"Angela will help you to the nurse then," he says, and I stand on wobbly knees.
I walk without leaning on Angela too much, and once we're outside I simply slump against the sidewalk, resting my cheek against the cool cement.
"Bella?" I hear a voice shout.
Is it…?
Why…?
"What's wrong—is she hurt?" Edward demands.
"It's blood-typing…" Angela's small voice explains. "She didn't prick her finger, but…"
No wonder Edward skipped class; blood and vampires don't mix, I'm guessing.
"Bella?" Edward sounds worried. "Can you hear me?"
"No," I moan, squeezing my eyes shut tighter. "Go away."
Edward laughs.
He laughs.
"I'll take her to the nurse," Edward offers.
"Thank you," Angela replies, and then I hear her walk away.
Suddenly, I'm lifted off the ground.
My eyes pop open.
"Put me down!" I order, weakly, though.
"You look awful," he comments.
Well, gee, thanks!
"Put me back on the sidewalk!" I groan.
Truthfully, though, I'm glad that Edward's here, because the ghosts have vanished.
"You faint at the sight of blood," Edward chuckles.
No! I faint at the sight of an 'invisible' ghost with an 'invisible' knife in its hand! It has nothing to do with blood!
"And not even your own blood…" he smiles.
"Oh, my!" Mrs. Cope gasps when we enter the office.
"She fainted in Biology. Blood-typing," Edward explains smoothly. "She's just a little faint."
"There's always one…" Mrs. Hammond, the nurse, murmurs.
It has nothing to do with blood! Though I guess it would be odd if I fainted when we weren't doing blood-typing…
"Just lie down for a minute," Mrs. Hammond orders. "It'll pass."
I obey, lying awkwardly on the cot.
"Does this happen often?" she asks.
I nod.
Sure it does…
"I'll get you an ice pack," Mrs. Hammond says.
I turn to Edward as she does so. "You were right."
"I usually am. But about what in particular this time?"
"Ditching is healthy," I sigh. "And how did you see me? I thought you ditched?"
"I was listening to a CD in my car," he explains.
"Here's an ice pack dear," Mrs. Hammond interrupts us as she presses a cool compress onto my forehead.
I sit, pulling the compress off. "I'm fine."
Mrs. Hammond is about to protest, but another kid is dragged in by Angela.
"I don't need this," I say, handing the compress to Mrs. Hammond.
"Get out of the office Bella," Edward orders, his voice sounding slightly strained.
I do, considering the fact that Edward is a vampire and there is a fine line of blood trickling down the kid's arm.
"You actually listened to me," Edward says, sounding shocked, once we get into the office.
Yeah, because vampire + blood = disaster.
"I smelled the blood," I lie.
"People can't smell blood," Edward says.
And people also can't see ghosts…
"I can," I state. "Oh…" I groan, trying to change the subject. "I have gym next."
"I'll take care of that," Edward says. "Go sit down and look pale."
On my long trek to the chair, I smile slightly.
Just a note: Jacob Black and the werewolves won't come into play until much later, after Edward leaves.
So what do you think?
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