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HELLO! I'm back hopefully fulfilling your hopes for this story =] Because we are about to go on an adventure... I just want to point out here, (and I'm not even sure if it will come up in this chapter) that if any of you have watched True Blood, then you will note that one of Bella's fairy powers will be shooting light out of her hands and reading peoples mind. This story, I don't think will hold to much similarity to True Blood though. If this changes I will tell you right away. Either way, no copy right infringement intended.

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Chapter 2- Fight For This Love

Edward sat it his piano again. The day had been unusually long and strange. First with his piano, then his siblings, and then Isabella Swan, whose mind he could not read. This was exceedingly frustrating. Edward had never encountered a mind he could not read. On top of all of these strange happenings was Isabella Swan's reaction to Edward and his family. Well really just Edward. They shared a lab table in their science class together. Yet as soon as Isabella entered the room she seemed alarmed. She looked right into Edwards eyes...

Edward sat down at his table already frustrated. He had already figured out that he could not read Miss Isabella Swan's mind. There was something wrong with that girl, he decided angrily. Well he decided this just in time. Isabella Swan walked into the room not even a moment later. She stood there, all short and cute, and and and... Edward could not stand her. Instead of looking towards the teacher for direction, she whipped her head towards Edward. It was funny to watch really...Edward became startled! His head moving and his eyes widening at her appraisal of him. 'What the fu..." He thought. Her eyes were just as startled as his. Her head dropped immediately in submission. In his head he imagined her screaming 'VAMPIRE!' and running out of the room, because honestly, it looked like she knew what he was. If only he could figure out what she was.

She walked towards the table slowly her head cast downwards with her eyes looking up towards Edward, almost like she was asking permission to sit next to him. Edward sat there locked in Isabella Swans gaze. They never broke eye contact as Edward's head turned to the side, questioning her edicate. How would she know to do this, Edward questioned. The way she was approaching him was the way that say, a nomadic vampire would approach a vampire he was unfamiliar with. It was just how you met someone. Same as humans shaking hands. You would walk towards the alpha in the situation with your head bent downwards in submission, your eyes on the vampire you were approaching.

This is something the Cullen's did not adhere to in the comfort of their own home or within the Denali region. Mostly, nomads would take this stance towards them. If on the occasion the Cullen's went to Italy, they would submit to the Royals.

When Isabella Swan reached the table she stood still, her head still bowed, her eyes gazing into Edwards. Still asking permission. She knew what he was. Call it instinct.

"Sit." Edward spoke quietly, trying not to draw the attention of his other classmates. The juxtaposition of their formal exchange taking place in somewhere such as a human American high school was jarring enough without others taking notice.

She sat down immediately averting her gaze. Her breathing was heavy and her heart was fluttering quickly. She was nervous, Edward noted. He decided he must say something to her, but before he spoke he noticed two things simultaneously. One her smell. She did not smell like food. She did, however smell absolutely wonderful! Like black cherries and mandarin oranges. It was the oddest coupling of smells Edward had ever encountered, and it was positively addictive. The second thing he noticed was her shoulders, as delicate as they were, were not painted. It was almost as if the drawings were part of her skin, not tattooed, not painted, but her skin color. A mixture of dark reds, browns, plums, turquoise, and silvers. The blues and silvers even shimmered. Edward knew right then that there was something even more off then he had originally thought. What was she? Why wasn't she covering her shoulders. Beyond the fact that they were in the northwest and it was bordering winter time, he wasn't sure why her she wasn't hiding her shoulders. It was obvious that whatever she was, anyone who was knowledgeable enough would know what she was right off the bat by these markings. He noticed her heartbeat again which had not decelerated yet. She was still nervous. She thought Edward knew what she was and she viewed him as a threat, he realized.

Her head was still bowed and she started to shake a little bit. Edward was still looking at her shoulders, which seemed to be morphing? It looked like the skin on her back was moving. Not in a gross way, but as if her colored skin was shuddering.

"Are you okay, Isabella Swan?" Edward questioned almost authoritatively.

She gasped at his voice.

"May I speak freely?" She whispered at vampire frequency, her head still bowed, looking into Edward's eyes. Edward himself was startled again. He had no idea what to think. Beyond the fact that Isabella had just spoken at a frequency that no human could, her voice was not what he expected. For all of the innocence that her appearance exuded, her voice was quite husky...sensual.

"Yes...yes of course...you may also raise your head, at ease...at ease Isabella."

She raised her head immediately staring into Edward's golden eyes. Her heart was still going a million miles an hour.

"Are you with a coven? I have been out of sorts. I did not take notice at any other point before hand."

"Yes...Wait...I—uh...maybe you should stop by our house later...after school? You could speak to our leader?"

"What! I...do I have to?"

"I think it might be wise. You are on our territory and you could expose us. How do you even—?"

"I won't expose you! If I just had your permission to stay here for a little while...I would move on..."

"Yeah...I think you should stop by later, Isabella. I think we have a lot to discuss."

As Edward finished his statement, he noticed a tear stream out of Isabella's left eye and down her cheek.

"Okay..."

Edward sat at his piano stoically, still unable to play the music in his brain. Just as he was about to touch his index finger to the keys, he heard a knock at the front door.

AN!: Okay so this is the second chapter and I hope you like it. I already have grand plans for the third chapter. I don't know if this is what you expected, but here you go. Thanks for reading and please review when you're done if you can spare some words for me. Also the song for this chapter is "Fight For This Love" by Cheryl Cole...it might seem a little misplaced but when I picked this song for this chapter I had Bella's emotions in mind (which are relatively unknown right now, so maybe this song is a hint). Also if you would rather hear and indie cover, Vampire Weekend covered it recently so you can YouTube either one. I like both of them equally. Anyway, please review on your way out! 333