Hey guys! Thanks so much for reviewing last chapter! You all are so great. I wanted to answer some questions that some people wanted to know about before I continue on with this story.

Are the Cullens vampires?

Yes, the Cullens are vampires. I know that for some, it might have come across as a little confusing with the storyline being somewhat different and all, but in this chapter and later chapters we will deal more with the vampire aspect of things.

Is this story like the movie Save the Last Dance?

Yes and No. While I did borrow a few things from Save the Last Dance, most of the storyline is either completely my own or Stephenie Meyer's.

Okay, now that we have the question and answer segement over, it's on to the next chapter! Please review, review, review!

I quickly deleted the voicemail, trying to forget that I had ever gotten it. Maybe if I pretended like it had never happened, it would go away and I wouldn't have to deal with it. That wasn't going to happen. Whenever something bad happened to me, I had a horrible habit of running away from my problems only to have them come back and bite me hard. I had to deal with this now, or else.

I dialed the number I was so familiar with, the number I had known by heart since I was young, and waited for an answer.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

"Hello?" A voice I knew well picked up on the other line.

I paused for a moment. "Hey, Liz…it's Bella."

The next day at school, Alice and Rosalie were back, apologizing all day about their unexpected camping trip and how they were going to make up for it this weekend with some great trip to Seattle, just us girls. The day went by as normal, English, Spanish, Trig, lunch, Biology, Gym. Nothing new happened.

"Bella, did anything interesting happen to you yesterday?" Alice asked after school. I had the strange feeling that she somehow knew about the phone call I got yesterday, but there was no way she could know, right?

"Uh, no," I had always been a bad liar and Alice could read me like a book, but she left it at that.

"So, you mentioned Friday night that you used to dance," Rosalie said. I could see where this conversation was going, and I didn't like it one bit.

"Yeah," I turned my attention to Angela Weber pulling her car out of the parking lot, looking at it like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"Why did you stop?" Rosalie asked curiously.

"Listen, guys, ballet isn't part of my life anymore," I stated. "I've got to get home. Charlie is having some friends over."

I walked to my car, leaving them starring at me walking away. I know that what I did wasn't very nice, seeing everything that Rose and Alice had done for me since I had moved to Forks, but that just wasn't something that I was comfortable talking about. What I had said was true. Ballet was not part of my life anymore. I had given that up six months ago.

I went home and fell asleep accidentally for about an hour. I was mentally drained after my argument with Alice and Rosalie.

"Bells, Billy and Jacob are on their way," Charlie called from downstairs stirring me from my light sleep

I got up from my bed and walked over to the full length mirror hanging on my door to make sure my outfit was looking okay and hadn't gotten too wrinkled. I combed through my thick hair with my fingers a couple of times and lightly pinched my cheeks to give them a little bit of color before heading downstairs.

Charlie had been friends with Billy Black before I was even born. Billy was a Quileute Indian and along with his son, Jacob, and two daughters, Rachel and Rebecca, he lived on the Reservation in La Push. Occasionally, Billy and Jacob would come to Forks to visit Charlie and watch some sports games with him.

"Bella, it's good to see you again," Billy smiled at me warmly. He sat in a wheelchair as a boy, Jacob, I presumed, pushed him into the living room.

"It's good to see you again, too," I replied. Charlie and Billy went off to do their sports thing and that left Jacob and I alone.

Jacob was pretty tall for his age, which was only 15. He was cute, in a little brother way, but nothing like Edward. While Edward was gorgeous and pale. Jacob was sweet looking and very tan. He had long, dark black hair that he pulled back in a ponytail at the nape of his neck and he was grinning like crazy.

"Hey, Bella," He said. I could barely remember Jacob from my childhood, but I guessed that we had somewhat been friends during the summers that I had spent in Forks.

"Hey," I smiled, hoping that I seemed somewhat friendly. It was sort of awkward, but there was nothing I could do about it.

"So, how are you liking Forks?" Jacob asked as we sat down on the couch. I could hear the TV in the next room and Charlie and Billy yelling at some big play in the game that had just happened.

"Ah, it's pretty good," I thought about it. "I've made some pretty good friends."

"Like who?" Jacob asked curiously.

"Well, Mike Newton is pretty nice, but he is a little clingy," Jacob laughed really hard. "And the Cullen girls, Alice and Rosalie, are pretty great. They've made me feel really welcome."

All of a sudden, I felt really bad for what I had said to them earlier. They hadn't deserved that. They were only trying to be good friends to me.

"The Cullens?" Jacob said strangely. His face was weirdly distorted.

"Yeah, do you know them?" It was my turn to be curious. There was something in his tone and face when he talked about them.

"You could say that."

"What?" Now, I was really curious.

"It's nothing, Bella. Just forget I ever mentioned it," He said quickly, trying to change the subject.

"No, I really want to know," I replied. I wanted, no, I needed to know. I looked at Jacob for a minute the way that Alice looked at me sometimes whenever she wanted to get her way.

"Okay, but you can't tell anyone," Jacob started. "And remember its not like I believe this stuff or anything, it's just some old tribal legend."

"I promise not to tell anyone."

"Well, there are lots of legends, some of them claiming to date back to the Flood--supposedly, the ancient Quileutes tied their canoes to the tops of the tallest tries of the mountain to survive like Noah and the ark.

Another legend claims that we descended from wolves-- and that the wolves are our brothers still. It's against tribal law to kill them. Then there are the stories about the cold ones."

"Cold ones?" I asked. I had no idea what this had to do with Cullen family.

"Yes. There are stories of the cold ones as old as the wolf legends, and some much more recent. According to legend, my own great-grandfather knew some of them. He was the one who made the treat that kept them off our land."

"Your great-grandfather?" I tried to keep him going with the story, trying not to seem to excited about the story.

"He was a tribal elder, like my father. You see, the cold ones are the natural enemies of the wolf--well, not the wolf, really, but the wolves that turn into men, like our ancestors. You would call them werewolves."

"Werewolves have enemies?"

"Only one," Jacob answered huskily. "So you see, the could ones are traditionally our enemies. But this pack that came to our territory during my great-grandfather's time was different. They didn't hunt the way others of their kind did -- they weren't supposed to be dangerous to the tribe. So my great-grandfather made a truce with them. If they would promise to stay off our lands, we wouldn't expose them to the pale faces."

I still wasn't quite sure where Jacob was going with this but I kept asking questions anyway. "If they weren't dangerous, then why…?"

"There's always a risk for humans to be around the cold ones, even if they're civilized like this clan was. You never know when they might get to hungry to resist."

"What do you mean, 'civilized'?"

"They claimed they didn't hunt humans. They supposedly were somehow able to prey on animals instead."

I tried to keep my voice casual. "So how does it fit in with the Cullens? Are they like the cold ones your great-grandfather me?"

"No," Jacob said, trying to draw out the suspense of the moment. "They are the same ones."

He smiled after he said it, enjoying the dumbfounded look that I was sure was on my face. "There are more of them now, a new female and a new male, but the rest are the same. In my great-grandfather's time they already knew of the leader, Carlisle. He'd been here and gone before your people had even arrived."

"And what are they?" I asked after I had finally processed all of the information. "What are the colds ones?"

Jacob smiled darkly at me. "Blood drinkers. Your people call them vampires."

Jacob's legends had scared me. How could the Cullens be vampires? Weren't vampires supposed to be scary and ugly and murderers? There was no way the beautiful, loving Cullen family could be those monsters.

After the Blacks had left, I got on my laptop and went to Google. There was only one way I could know for sure if this was true. I was going to Google vampires.

I felt really silly as I started looking at the articles online about vampires. I read one about Dracula, a couple about vampires in Egypt, and one about an Italian vampire called Stregoni benefici. The last article about this Stregoni benefici gave me some hope.

It read: Stregoni benefici is an Italian vampire, said to be on the side of goodness, and mortal enemy of all evil vampires.

Maybe the Cullens were like him. There was no way the same people (were they people? Was it wrong to call them that?) that I knew could be evil.

My anxiety was the highest it had ever been as I drove to school the next morning. I was going to see Alice and Rosalie and I wasn't sure how I was going to react after finding out about them being…well, vampires. I parked my car in its usual parking spots. I saw Alice and Rosalie sitting at one of the picnic tables in the courtyard and I knew they saw me, but they weren't coming over. Now I knew, the ball was in my court. I could either go running and screaming away from the nicest people, er, vampires, in Forks or I could continue to be their friend. Slowly, but surely, I made my way over to them.

"Hey, guys," I said nervously. I clutched the notebook I held in my hand as tightly as possible.

"Bella," Alice smiled warmly. I took note of her razor, sharp, blindingly white teeth, but I quickly averted my eyes.

"Bella, are you okay?" Rosalie asked, clearing off space from me on the bench next to her.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I sighed. "Listen, guys, I'm really sorry about how I acted yesterday. You two didn't deserve that. Ballet is just a subject that I don't like to talk about."

"Oh, it's okay," Alice said, putting her little arms around me and pulling me into a hug. Rosalie did the same also.

"There's something else, too," I was suddenly nervous again.

"What is it, B?" Rosalie asked me concernedly.

I looked straight into Rosalie's golden eyes and said, "I know."

The drive over to the Cullen's house was almost silent. Alice and Rose had taken me knowing their secret pretty quietly. There was no big outburst, but they had decided that we needed to skip school and go straight to their house. Alice assured me that they would never hurt me and that I shouldn't be afraid. Rosalie remained as quiet as a tomb.

"I'm kind of glad you know, Bella," Alice said lightly, breaking the heavy silence that was weighing down on us. "Now, we don't have to hide anything from you. It feels good." I smiled lightly at her and even Rosalie lifted up the corners of her perfect lips slightly.

We arrived at the Cullen house and were first greeted by Esme sitting on the couch in the living room reading a home décor magazine. She noticed us immediately and smiled tenderly.

"Hello, girls, why aren't-"

"Bella knows, Esme," Rosalie interrupted her. Esme wasn't sure how to respond, she quickly recovered though.

"Oh, well, I'll call your father," Esme swiftly picked up the phone and dialed the number so fast I couldn't even keep up with her fingers. She also talked so softly and speedily to Carlisle I couldn't understand what she was saying. "They'll be home soon."

"Emmett, Jasper," Alice said in a normal voice. I was confused as to why she said their names because there would be no way they would be able to hear her all the way down here in the living room.

"Hey, Bella," Emmet said scaring me. He had snuck up behind me. "So you know about us now?"

"Uh, yeah," There wasn't really anything else I could say to that.

"Don't be worried, Bells. We're the good guys," Emmett's laugh boomed through out the room. It was so loud that it hurt my ears just a little bit. Jasper just rolled his eyes and took a seat by Alice on the couch.

"Bella, I am sure that you have a lot of questions about us and we also have some questions for you," Esme said and I nodded. "Carlisle and Edward will be here momentarily and they will answer most of them for you."

I just nodded. Edward; I had almost forgotten about him in all this chaos. My heart started beating fast just thinking about him. Jasper looked at me strangely, almost humorously, as I sat on the edge of the couch nervously. I head the door open and I almost jumped up off the couch.

"Bella," Carlisle smiled sincerely. He seemed very…happy. I smiled back slightly. Edward, on the other hand, seemed very distant. He hadn't even looked at me yet. "I'm sure that you have a lot of questions, but first, there are some questions that we have to ask you."

"Okay," I replied. It felt like they were interrogating me. I sat on the couch beside Emmett, while everyone else was on the other side of the living room. Jasper, Alice, Rosalie, and Esme sat on the couch opposite of Emmett and I while Carlisle was in a chair closer to us. Edward stood behind the couch, staring pensively out the window.

"How did you find out, Bella?" Carlisle asked softly. There was no way this man could be evil. He was too kind, too caring.

I proceeded to tell them about Jacob, his visit yesterday night, and his people's legends. I told them about my embarrassing research on Google and about all the information I had collected before I found out about their secret. They confirmed most of what Jacob's story had already told me. They really were vampires, but they didn't drink the blood of humans, only of animals.

"I wonder…" Alice thought aloud.

"What, Alice?" Carlisle turned his attention to her.

"Alice thinks that the reason she couldn't see Bella last night was because of the Blacks being their," Edward answered for her. I was befuddled at how he could know what Alice was thinking.

"How did you know that?" I blurted out.

"Edward reads minds," Alice chimed. I was horrified. Edward knew what I was thinking?? He knew that I thought he was beautiful and that I loved being around him whenever possible?? "Don't worry, though. He can't read your mind."

"Why?" That's…weird.

"I don't know. Maybe's it's because you give out AM signals and I'm only getting FM," Edward mused, his face forming that beautiful smile that I loved.

"Can you all read minds?" I looked around the room hoping that Edward wasn't the only who couldn't read my mind.

"No, Edward's the only one who can read minds, but we all have these, powers, kind of, that we carried over from our human lives," Emmett answered. "Alice can see the future and Jasper can influence feelings."

I slowly let all of it seep in. This was a lot of overwhelming information to take in. They were vampires, some who could read minds, tell the future, influence powers, and there was no telling what other kinds of things they could do. Suddenly, I felt a calm, lethargic feeling sweep over me. It was so relaxing, so soothing…

"Jasper, stop it! You're going to make her fall asleep," Alice reprimanded him. She then turned her attention back to me. "Now, Bella, I know that you have a lot more questions and this maybe a little overwhelming, but I think that you should probably go home now and try to take everything in. You need to be alone right now."

Alice was right. No matter how much I loved the Cullen family, I needed to be alone to process all of the thoughts rushing through my head.

"Edward, why don't you take Bella home?" Rosalie suggested, smiling innocently. Edward just glared at her before grabbing his keys off of the table he had set them down on earlier.

"Bye, Bella!" Alice called brightly. "Have fun!"

Jasper smiled at me while Carlisle and Esme both waved at me as Edward and I moved towards the door. Emmett, however, decided that waving, saying goodbye, nor smiling were a good way to say goodbye so he did it his own way: he pulled me up into his arms in a big bear hug.

"Emmett….I can't…breathe," I choked out. I made a mental note to add super-strength to my list of things vampires could do.

"Emmet, be careful with her," Edward barked at him, shooting him a harsh glare as well. After hearing Edward's words, Emmett put me down as carefully as a little girl would her favorite china doll.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm not that delicate."

Edward and Emmett just laughed and I then followed Edward out to his car, a shiny, silver Volvo. It was a nice car and I could tell that he really like it. Edward zoomed over to my side, so fast that I didn't even see him, to open the car door for me. I looked at him strangely and he just smiled and my heart melted into a little puddle of goop.

"Do you mind?" Edward asked as he turned on the CD player. I shook my head no as the soft sounds of classical music floated into the car, Debussy's Clair de Lune to be exact. I loved this song, but it reminded me of my old life in Phoenix.

"You like Clair de Lune?" I asked Edward faintly. For some reason, whenever I listened to this song, I felt like I had to whisper, to give it the proper respect it deserved.

"Yes, it's one of my favorites," Edward replied. He never ceased to amaze me with all of the wonderful things he said or did, even if he was a vampire.

"Mine, too," I sighed, relaxing into the seat. It was raining now, like normal in Forks, and the familiarity of the rain was helping me unwind. Edward just looked at me like he was confused.

"I don't understand you sometimes," He reflected. He didn't look at me, just continued to drive down the long, winding road away from the Cullen's house. "You are so much different than anyone I have ever met before."

"I could say the same thing about you," I closed my eyes and smiled lightly.

"So you like classical music?" He asked as the song changed to Debussy's Passepied, the fourth movement of Suite bergamasque.

"I love it, back in Phoenix-" I stopped myself. Edward was just too easy to talk to.

"Back in Phoenix?" Edward asked curiously.

"It's nothing, never mind," I shook my head. I wasn't ready for anyone to know about it. I wasn't sure if I would ever be ready for anyone to know about it.

"I hate it when you do that," Edward sighed. "It's just so frustrating, not being able to read your mind."

"It's a tough world," Edward smiled. "That's how I feel everyday."

A comfortable silence came over us and I didn't mind. As much as I loved talking to Edward and hearing his velvety voice, I didn't like him (or anyone) questioning me about Phoenix and my past.

I woke up in my bed and looked at my alarm clock. It was 8:00! I had to get ready for school. I jumped out of bed, through on some clean clothes and scurried around my room getting my things together. I looked out my window and saw that it was dark outside. It was 8:00 at night, not in the morning. Then, it all hit me. Vampires, mind readers, psychics, super-strength, and Edward all came flying back at me. What had happened? How had I gotten here when I had been in the car with Edward?

On my bedside table, I notice a small piece of white folded paper that definitely had not been there before. I picked it up, quickly unfolded it, and read it once, twice, three times. It was from Edward.

Bella,

You looked to peaceful to wake up so I just carried you up to your room. I hope that you don't mind. I really enjoyed our conversation today and I hope that I will see you very soon. Be safe.

Edward Cullen

His perfect handwriting and words made me melt once more and I fell on my bed perfectly content with the world.

Okay, that was chapter 4 and there was a lot of information to take in. Now, review please!