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Bella POV

"Well what? Nothing can surprise me anymore," I said as I practically shoved the roll into my mouth.

But Edward still hesitated. "I'm pretty sure this will."

I rolled my eyes. "Try me," I dared him.

He suddenly sat up straight and took a deep breath. "Okay. Bella...I'm a vampire."

I didn't realize that my second roll had slipped from my hands until I heard the soft thud of it landing on my leg. And then laughter bubbled from my lips uncertainly. "You're kidding. No seriously, what is the real secret?"

Edward seemed frustrated then. Why couldn't he just tell me?

"I just did! I am not lying to you Bella! Jasper didn't just attack you, he drank your blood! That is his bite mark on your neck! He drained nearly half your blood, you're lucky you didn't die!" he said sternly. My hand instantly went to the scar on my neck. I could feel the shiny grooves of the mark on my fingertips. It couldn't be...

"But-" I had to stop and think. Vampires had fangs and were evil and couldn't go out in the sunlight...

My thought trailed off. It was sunny yesterday afternoon and today. He wasn't around. It couldn't be...

"No, please say you're joking," I begged.

His eyes were sad, incredibly sad, and filled with pain as he shook his head no. "I wish I was."

Flashes of Jasper pinning me down suddenly flew into my head. He was so angry, so animal like. I remembered my head slamming into the mud and feeling his lips on my neck. I felt the sharp pain as he bit into me and slowly drank my blood. It felt like he was sucking the life out of me. That was when the blackness came.

As I came back out of my memory I saw something new in Edward. I pictured him a scary vampire, someone who would kill me. I gasped and backed away as he scooted closer.

"Bella?"

"Get away!" I cried, furiously grabbing onto the silk comforter as a barrier.

He just shook his head. "Bella, I'm not goi-"

But I turned and tried to jump off the bed. It was so high that I fell on my face. "Bella!" he called. But I was on my feet and running across the room to the door. I had to get out. It wasn't safe here. My sweaty palms tried to grip the doorknob but they just slipped off.

"No, please...No!"

I turned around and screamed. Edward was right there, only concern covered his face. "Bella, please don't be scared!"

But I didn't see that. I saw him luring me in. Why else would he have me here? I turned and ran, not hearing his warning, and tripped over my own feet and face planted it. I could smell the blood coming out of my nose before I saw it. I flipped on my back. Edward was crouched by my side. I tried to back away, but as he got closer my panic increased so much that I passed out.

The last thing I saw was his intense stare above me.

~.~

When I came too, the first thing I noticed was that my nose was sore. I reached up to touch it and it stung. I moaned in response.

"Bella?"

My eyes flew open. I was once again laying in Edward's bed, but this time he was sitting next to me. That was when I remembered what he said. I started breathing quickly in fear, but I was frozen.

"Bella, I'm not going to hurt you," he whispered as slowly as he could. He was trying to not scare me, I could see that now.

I shook my head. "But you're dead! You're a vampire! You're going to kill me!"

Why wasn't I moving!

"No!" he hissed fiercely. "I wouldn't never, ever, hurt you."

"But, I was bleeding..."

Oh no. He drank my blood! That's why I couldn't move. But my reaction only made him laugh.

"I didn't drink your blood. I mean, you have the sweetest scent I've ever smelled in a century, but the thought of hurting you sickens me. I couldn't never do that."

"Why?" I asked suddenly curious.

But his eyes were dark and I knew I wasn't going to get an answer.

"I'm sorry about Jasper. The thing is, my family and I only drink the blood of animals and you see, Jasper hasn't been on our 'diet' as long as we have, so it's hard for him. He feels terrible and he wanted me to apologize for him," he said.

I let this soak in before speaking. "So...you're a good vampire?"

Edward rolled his eyes. "Sure, if that's how you want to look at it."

"But you can go outside? And no fangs? And your eyes...?"

He then spent the next thirty minutes answering any question I had. Yes, we can go outside. No, not in sunlight. Yes, I will show you sometime. No, we don't have fangs. Yes, our eyes change color: Black for hungry, Topaz for full. Yes, we run extremely fast and are strong. Yes, we have special gifts.

"Wait! You read minds?" I asked skeptically. I guess this shouldn't have surprised me.

"Yep. Well, almost all. I can't read yours. No matter how hard I try, I just can't."

I wrinkled my nose. "Why?"

He just shrugged. "Who knows. But at least you now know that your mind is safe from me."

By now I was sitting up facing him with my legs curled under my arms. Dawn was approaching now. I hope Charlie wasn't worried, because there was no way I was leaving anytime soon.

"What about everyone else?"

He smiled. "Well, Jasper can control emotions. And Alice can see the future..."

He trailed off on that thought and seemed to be looking past me then.

"She saw me, didn't she?"

This made him sad. "She saw you, yes. I mean, the future can always change. Nothing is permanent."

I had no idea what the hell that meant, but I continued with my questions up until the door swung open. Tiny Alice stood in the doorway, a huge smile on her face.

"Alice," Edward greeted her. She ignored him completely and seemed to fly onto the bed and before I could blink I was tucked in her tiny, hard arms.

"I'm so happy you finally told her! Now that she knows, we'll be family for real this time!"

I gently hugged her back until she released me.

"We're busy, Alice," Edward hissed. She rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out before she disappeared out the door.

He looked at me apologetically, but I was beaming. "She's nice."

Edward laughed out loud. "You could say that. You say nice, I say freak."

Right as he said that a baseball flew in his doorway and right to his face. I ducked but when I looked I saw it resting in Edward's hand.

"Nice try Alice!"

I heard a growl from somewhere in the house. It sent shivers down my spine.

But then suddenly the big question came into my head. Why hadn't I even thought of this until now?

"So why are you telling me all this? Why me?"

There had to be an explanation for why out of everyone he could have, he chose to tell me. Because I was jaded and lost? Because I had nothing and no one anymore?

This question seemed to trouble Edward more than all of them. His thick brow furrowed and he looked down, obviously deciding if he wanted to share. Why were there so many answers I couldn't know?

"Bella, there's more. It's something I should have told you the first time we met, but I just couldn't-"

He stopped short and looked up. I turned around to see Esme standing in the doorway with Carlisle.

"Bella, your father has been looking for you ever since you didn't come home last night. I called him and assured him you were alright, but I'd get home if I were you," Carlisle said in his calm, collected manner. I nodded and turned to Edward.

"Yes?"

But his face changed and he was already off the bed. "Come on, I'll drive you home."

~.~

The car ride was silent except for the soft piano music in the background.

"What were you going to tell me?" I asked, remembering what he started in his room.

Edward pretended like he said nothing. "Another time."

It made me so angry how he was so cryptic.

"This is beautiful," I said, nodding towards the music. "Who is it?"

A smugness came over his face. "It's actually me."

I laughed. "What? You're joking."

But Edward just shook his head. "Nope. I even wrote it myself."

My mouth gaped open. "Oh, my God. What else can you do? You're like a professional ballroom dancer, better at piano than Beethovan, probably a genius..."

He chuckled. "I also speak many different languages."

I raised my eyebrow. "How many?"

"I don't know anymore, too many to count. Some aren't languages in themselves, but different dialects and stuff."

I snorted. "Name some."

Edward took a deep breath (even though techniqually I learned he didn't even have to breath), and spoke. "Spanish, Italian, French, German, Portugeuse, Japanese, Manderin Chinese, Russian, Vietnimese, at least 10 different Native African Tribal languages, Turkish, Finnish...."

He trailed off with some others that I can't even remember nor heard of. Then he finally stopped.

"Oh, and I even know a little Gullah," he added with a wink.

I rolled my eyes and muttered "show-off" under my breath. He grinned even wider.

"How do you know all those, may I ask?"

He shrugged. "Places I been. You just pick it up, and learning is extremely easy when you're a...well, like me. Plus once I learn something it sticks forever."

I sighed and that was when he pulled into the driveway. I saw awkwardly, not wanting to leave. It was morning now, but the skies were covered by thick, gray clouds.

"Thanks for the ride, and for everything else. I really do appreciate it," I said earnestly. We seemed to get lost in each others eyes for the longest time before he blinked and turned away.

"Of course, it's the least I could do."

I just wanted to grab him and hold on, but I knew he'd never let me get that close. Instead he hesitantly reached his hand out and ran it down the length of my cheek. I thought my face was going to catch on fire; instead it just turned bright red.

"Goodbye."

I smiled, unable to talk, and got out of the car and stumbled on my way to the door.

What a day.

~.~

But as soon as I was in Charlie was all over me.

"Where the hell were you! I thought you got killed! You said you'd be home late, but I didn't know you meant morning late!" he roared.

But I was too caught up in my own bliss to care.

"Sorry, I fell asleep at Jessica's. It won't happen again," I murmured while heading for the stairs.

And Charlie, being the unsure parent he was, tried to get the last word in. "Oh well...you're damn right it won't!"

But it came out with no power at all. I smiled to myself and shut my bedroom door behind me.

Aw...how sweet. But wait..it definitely ain't over yet ;)