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Previously in Unbiased: "That's Edward. He's gorgeous, of course, but don't waste your time. He doesn't date. Apparently none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him." Edward's smirk doesn't pass my notice and I let out a giggle in response. The friend has no clue what horrors would happen if a vampire fell in love with a human.
Chapter 5: From Predator to Protector.
EPOV:
Jessica is explaining who I am to the new girl, Isabella Swan, Bella; she corrected everyone who called her by her full name.
She isn't even that pretty, I don't understand why Edward is staring at her, or Mike.. She internally winced at the latter. Her newfound crush is the epitome of sheep like males in the world today. Jessica always liked to imagine him kissing her while caressing her breasts. It was nauseating. Mike on the other hand was imagining the same scenario except instead of Jessica in his arms, its Bella. For reasons unknown I want to rip his arms off. How strange?
Next to Jessica's never-ending mental chatter came a blank space. No thoughts, no ideas, no mediocre tendencies, it was as if nobody was sitting next to the superficial girl. I look over and there she is, Bella. Hunched over as if expecting rebuff, appearing as if attention is the last thing this girl wanted. Staring straight at her, knowing she was there, did not help me find her mental voice. It was as if she didn't exist. Was something wrong with me?
The girl is asking who I am and Jessica practically tells her there isn't a chance in hell, she is right of course but it is funny listening to Jessica's hurt ego. Vail's tinkling laughter rings out over the table. She apparently is listening in on the conversation too, but much like Bella, I cannot hear Vail's thoughts either. Maybe Bella has a latent ability.
"Jessica Stanley is giving the new Swan girl all the dirty laundry on the Cullen clan," I tell Emmett to distract him from his thoughts of a rematch over losing a wrestling match with Jasper.
He chuckle; I hope she is making it good.
"Rather unimaginative, actually. Just the barest hint of scandal. Not an ounce of horror. I'm a little disappointed."
And the new girl? Is she disappointed with the gossip as well?
I shrug, not bothering to answer because I know Emmett doesn't actually care and it's not like I have an answer to give anyway. Vail casts me a curious, questioning glance, but doesn't say anything. The more I think about the Swan girl and her hidden thoughts the more intrigued I am. Vail has an excuse for her hidden thoughts; it isn't a puzzle that needs to be solved like the human girl. I push harder to try to get a read on her thoughts but there is nothing there. I let down my mental barriers that block out all the voices and they rush at me like a battering ram.
…wonder what music she likes… maybe I could mention that new CD… Mike Newton is thinking to himself, fixating on the Swan girl.
Look at him staring at her. Isn't it enough that he has half the girls in school waiting for him to… an acne covered boy named Eric Yorkie was furiously thinking, also fixating on the Swan girl.
… so disgusting. You'd think she was famous or something… Even Edward CULLEN staring… Lauren Mallory is jealously thinking.
I could hear all of them, every mundane thought that passed through their boring human minds, but I still couldn't read the girl's thoughts.
"Shall we?" Rosalie murmured and with a sense of relief I look back towards my family and not towards my new dangerous fascination. It is dangerous; no vampire should ever become fascinated with a human. Vail is still looking at me, her head cocked to the side, but with Rosalie's words she smirks and glides up and sways her hips towards the nearest trash bin and gracefully dumps her props in. As she is walking most of the boys in the room take notice and thoughts shift from Bella to Vail. It's comical how their minds work. With Bella they feel they have a chance and she is pretty, with Vail they know there is no chance in hell but she is really something to look at. Personally, I am not interested, just like I'm not interested in anyone… Except now.
Vail POV:
Edward seemed almost too happy with the bitchy flower's interruption. I feel like it has something to do with Isabella. He seems resolved, as if something was going on and he is going to find out what it is. Maybe, like me, he finds her scent appealing. Maybe he will take a dip on my side of life and kill the human girl. Theories of course, but I'm still curious as to why she can peak the evasive Edward Cullen's interest.
I have biology next and I take a seat next to a tall human male. He is on the cute side, with dimples and straight teeth. He smells like heaven and not just in an 'I want to eat you because you smell like a steak' type of way but also in a 'Holy shit my panties are about to hit the floor' type of way. He smiles shyly at me and I return it with my own saucy man eating grin. I hear his heart rate increase and I internally giggle to myself.
The Swan girl walks into class accompanied by another timid, nice looking female. The only other seat available in the class room is next to Edward and I feel for the poor girl. She smells so damn amazing and I don't know if Edward will be able to handle it. She walks right past the fan and her scent hits me in the face like a wrecking ball. I tense and feel the venom pour into my mouth but I resist the urge to give into the hunt. Carlisle taught me to just hold my breath so I did. I quickly glance at Edward and see him tense, hunched over, and glaring at the girl who clumsily trips as she walks down the aisle. Yup, he is not handling this well. She takes the seat next to him and I see him shift as far away as possible from her. She self-consciously sniffs herself, like she thinks she smells bad or something. Oh no honey, you smell amazing and that's the problem. I turn my face towards the wall and murmur so quietly and quickly that the humans in the room have no clue I'm speaking.
"Edward, pull yourself together and quit breathing. I know how she smells and I tried to warn you earlier. Remember Carlisle. Remember who you want to be and don't give into this. She is just a child." I have no room to speak but if I could just get him to hold on to his humanity, I could save him from himself.
His hand grips the underside of his desk with so much force I hear the wood being crushed and I see splinters fall on the floor. He quickly destroys where his fingers left indents in the wood and scatters the shaving on the floor with his foot. For the rest of the hour, Edward and I refused to breathe. The boy next to me keeps glancing at me out of the corner of his eye, blushes, and looks down. It is adorable. Or, at least, it would be adorable if I wasn't so homicidal at the moment.
The minutes tick by slowly and luckily the teacher didn't call on Edward or I because I'm sure that any change in our posture, any change in breath, would cause the deaths of all the children in the room and the man teaching it. I would rather not have to kill the hot human next to me. Which is strange because I've never been fascinated by a human, there has never been one to hold my interest the way he does. He has curly, soft-looking blonde hair, baby blue eyes, which he brought out by wearing a button up short sleeve t-shirt. He is gorgeous. More reason not to breathe right now.
A millisecond before the bell is supposed to ring, Edward shoots up and races out of the room. The human girl is stunned but quickly pulls herself together and rounds up all of her possessions.
"You're with the Cullens right?" Dimples asks.
"Yea, I'm Carlisle's niece." I grin at him and his heart races again. What a beautiful sound.
"The doctor right? Why do you live with him?"
"Yes, the doctor, and I live with him because my parents died in a car accident over the summer. He is my closest relative." I plaster on a depressed expression while inside I'm laughing, my father would have been flabbergasted trying to operate a car.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have asked." He is horrified at the idea of hurting me, how charming.
"It's alright; it is human nature to be curious. You'll just have to make it up to me somehow." Smirking, I walk away leaving him to ponder to himself what would be a sufficient apology. Personally I hope it involves handcuffs (even though I have no problem breaking them) and blindfolds.
He jogs to catch up to me and tries to stop me. I purposefully move slightly out of the way so he doesn't touch the cold hardness of my skin and look over my shoulder to let him know I saw him. Breathless he asks, "What is your name by the way?"
"Vailissia, but I like to go by Vail." Grinning shyly, I try to turn away again but he yells, "Wait!"
I turn back around, slightly exasperated. He is persistent.
"My name is Christian, but I prefer Chris." I have always had a fondness for the name Christian. Ever since I was a child, which was a long, long time ago.
Looking at Christian, it comes to my realization that it wasn't only Carlisle that brought me here, perhaps fate did as well. Fate is trying to push me towards my mate, who I have a feeling, is this boy. I have no instinct to hurt him like I do with every other human that I have come across. He must have seen some flicker of emotion in my eyes because his heart is racing again. He leans down, slowly, and brushes his lips against mine. Lips that are soft and warm, lips that didn't pull away when he felt the cold, granite type quality of mine, lips that held the promise of a future I have been searching for, for 300 years.
