Author's Note: YAY repost of the second chapter, I hope you guys like it and review at the end with your comments on the story and what I could improve or change and where you hope the story will go. :D

The Zahro

By: Jazmin Torres

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the concept and words in which this story will unravel itself. I give credit where credit is do, so as the amazing Zahro was created by Jose Maria Latorre then Jose Maria Latorre gets the credit for this fabulous idea.

Chapter Two.- The Realization

Edward Cullen POV

Her thin pale lips turned up in a small smirk as she lowered her gaze and strolled on passed me as if she hadn't seen shock and fear fill my eyes.

I stood there for a minute longer, stunned. I almost wished that she had never existed, that I could gauge out my eyes just so I would never have to look at her again. Her gaze was so frighteningly familiar, but so different from the killers that normally wandered the world.

But I couldn't bring myself to truly wish for her demise. I was drawn to her gaze, unconsciously the image of her was etching itself on the back of my eyelids, there would be no escape from her. My world had turned on its axis, no longer revolving around anger and resentment, the center of my universe suddenly became this girl. This … interesting, amazing, terrifying girl.

I spun on my heel and raced after her at a respectable human speed. I needed to speak with her. I tried to zone in on her mind as I ran anxiously through hall after hall. For the life of me I could not find her mind, where had she gone? I saw her standing patiently outside the main office and skidded to an ungraceful stop.

Oh. My. God. Is Edward Cullen following the new girl! OH. EM. GEE. This is awesome gossip material! The untamable Edward Cullen fawning over the new goth emo chick!

The thoughts of Jessica Stanley startled me into awareness of my actions. I felt shame and embarrassment burn through me as I pictured myself running after a girl. Something I had most certainly never done before.

I wondered if the girl had noticed, I looked at her nervously, scared to meet her eyes. But she wasn't looking at me; she seemed to be staring at nothing while leaning against the wall. I gazed at her trying to get a read on her mind, but all I hit was a barrier of thoughts in foreign languages, what the fuck was going on here? How could this human successfully block me.

The only person able to block me was … well, not really a person rather, a vampire, Tanya. Her power consisted of making thoughts unintelligible to me, which seemed to be what this girl was doing as well. But this girl was human, she had brown eyes, although her pale skin was marvelously similar to my own in many aspects it was clear that she was only a mere human.

I felt as invisible strings of desire wrap around my limbs and torso, I tried to fight the pull of them, but no matter how much my mind rebelled against the actions my extremities cared not for my reluctance as they walked nearer and nearer to the fascinating girl.

Unfortunately before I was within normal chatting range of the girl she slipped into the office as Mrs. Cope called her through. The thoughts in the office were petrified and muddled with fear, Mrs. Cope wasted no time chatting like she usually did. She practically threw the girl's schedule at her and ran out the back door of the office.

I couldn't blame the poor woman for acting so rudely to the new girl. She was surprisingly intimidating, she scared even me, a blood thirsty vampire! So it made perfect sense for Mrs. Cope to be scared within seconds of retching.

I wracked my brain while trying to remember what Carlisle had told me her name was. I closed my eyes tightly and pinched the bridge of my nose. I didn't understand why I was suddenly so intrigued by her. Yesterday Carlisle had been commenting about how he wanted to me to make an acquaintance with the new girl so I could read her thoughts, he had told me her name but that had all seemed so trivial to me at the time and because of that I had paid no heed to his monologue. Oh how I regretted it now that it seemed to be the most important thing in my world.

Finally my world had purpose, I could not understand what it was or how it got there, but there was something tugging at my heart. And it was too hard to ignore it, it was impossible to ignore it. The invisible string was back, coiling itself around my dead organs and pulling m toward the office door.

The tug became stronger as the girl walked out of the office with an air of indifference. Her eyes looked straight at me, they seemed to mock me, as if I were just a gum on her shoe, my Jessica Stanley to her Edward Cullen.

She strutted nearer and nearer, her walk reminded me of how noble men would act during my time, superior, important, unattainable, the most important thing to walk this earth.

I couldn't control myself. My mind willed me to run as far as I could but my legs stepped directly into her path, blocking her way. There was no way to stop myself, I couldn't move as she froze me with a piercing death filled stare.

I was pleasantly surprised to discover that she was a foot shorter than me. I had no idea why it pleased me so, but it made her seem more human in my mind. And strategically easier to defeat her in combat … but she was human there was no need for combat.

She opened her mouth slightly as if to speak but then shut it with a snap, her eyes burned with barely contained anger. But her face was emotionless and her stance was impatient.

I wanted to take a step back, but pride didn't let me. "Hello, my name is Edward Cullen. What's your name?" I made sure to smile warmly and speak politely, it almost made me sick. But I contained my retch.

Her thin lips quirked up in a mocking smirk as she looked down and let her hair fall over her face. "My name is Bella." I barely saw her lips moving tantalizingly through the thick curtain of her hair. "Now Edward Cullen would you do me the honor of getting the fuck out of my way?" she said all this with such a perfectly polite tone that the curse word that came out of her mouth sounded like any other word.

My body automatically flinched away from her, I felt like a human in the intimidating presence of a vampire. It made no sense, I was a vampire and she was the human. She was not a vampire, her eyes were brown, but then why did my instincts tell me to run away from her as fast as I could? Was I some sort of coward?

She ambled past me perfectly at ease with her surroundings, as if she had been going to this school her whole life. As I stared at her she passed by a particularly pale group of nerds, but the pallor of their skin did not compare to hers. Her skin was white, white as a bone

She wasn't dead, or a vampire, so how could her skin be so incredibly pale?

Her footsteps echoed through the hallway and as I listened to them I noticed something that made my jaw go slack. How stupid could I be? How had I not noticed this before?

She had no heartbeat.

As if sensing my shock she glanced over her shoulder at my wide scared eyes, I flinched back when her lips curled into a cruel menacing smile and her eyes seemed to gloat and predict my demise.

Author's Note: Yup, I've begun writing the next chapter but am not done yet, procrastination is awesome and as such I'll probably continue this, I make no promises though because every time I do I feel like breaking them. :0 *le gaspe*

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