I looked out the window as my alarm went off. Why did I set it, if I didn't sleep? Pretenses perhaps. The light outside the window was different. There was no fog. I walked up to it and pushed aside my curtains. I sighed and scowled at the ground. It had been raining all day long yesterday and there was snow on the ground. From here, I could see the spider web effect of the glassy ice.

I pulled on a pair of snow boots over my jeans and fixed my jacket so the hood was covering my head. I grabbed my backpack and walked down stairs to get a Poptart. I truly liked the taste of these, plus, they were a fast meal. I wrapped the other half of the Poptart back up and placed it in a box. Like I said, I don't need to eat food.

I looked across the ground as I opened the door. My eyes zeroed in on the weak spots, the slippery ones. I stepped on the sidewalk and slipped. My head hit the ice and I growled. This was why I never moved to Canada. I pushed myself off and looked around. I felt the air around me gather under my shoes and hover me above an inch off the ice. I walked as if I were not using my powers to the car and drove to school, happily not skidding.

I parked my car in the only available spot, a few cars down from Edward's. I smiled, but then scolded myself. I shouldn't be attaching myself to a human. A human who was different from all the others and always put questions in my mind. A human who made my heart beat just a slightly bit faster. A human who would most likely be the death of me. I had just met him, yet here I was, infatuated with him like every other mortal teenager (and Mrs. Cope) in the school.

I looked across the lot, to where he and his family were parked. Edward was staring at me, questions in his eyes. I ducked my head and blushed, but smiled.

Suddenly, there was an earsplitting screech. I shuddered at the pitch as the tires scraped against the ice, the breaks useless. I turned around to see the car coming towards me. It did not happen in slow motion, my senses just caught everything quickly.

Everyone around me was wearing a mask of horror. Edward was running towards me and I stared at the car. I pushed my physical shield out against the car. My powers had become stronger every day I was alive. Pushing away a car was nothing, but it would attract unwanted attention.

I fell to the ground, still pushing with my mind. I looked up to see Edward shielding me behind him. He put his arm out and...well I must be going crazy, because, he helped me stop the car. He shoved against the metal and the car skidded to a halt. I pushed the other side that was about to run over my legs.

I stared up at him, his golden eyes blazing.

"T-Thank you," I stuttered. He was definitely not human.

What the bloody hell was that? Thankfully I did not say that aloud, that would have raised a few eyebrows. I saw a sea of crying faces from above the car. Someone had called 911, I could hear the sirens.

"Are you alright, Bella?" he asked me quietly.

I nodded. "Yes...thanks to you."

"I didn't do anything," he said. That was a blatant lie. I didn't say anything, "You hit your head pretty hard."

I was a witch, my powers protected me.

"You were over there," I stated. "Next to your car. How did you get over here so fast?"

He glared at me. "You hit your head pretty hard, Isabella. You're delusional."

I stood up and scowled, not saying anything. Edward looked at me. "Sit back down."

I sat back down next to him. "I saw you right next to your car."

"Bella, I was standing right next to you. I pulled you out of the way,"

"That is a lie," I hissed. I was being stubborn, I noticed, good. He was not going to make me out as a fool. I was right. "I saw your push the car."

He looked at me, his butterscotch colored eyes smoldering. "Please, just drop it."

"You must promise to tell me later," I said.

He seemed exasperated. Good. "Fine."

I became angry. He infuriated me. How could a mortal do such a thing? All he did was save my life, but I demanded answers. I was pestering him, which was unladylike, but it was the twenty-first century, women had little shame. "Fine," I growled.

Coach Clapp, another teacher, and six EMT's pushed to car out of the way.

I looked into the parking lot and saw Edward's family. Jasper and Rosalie were clearly enraged, Alice although nervous about what her brother did, was clutching Jasper's arm tightly. Emmett shook his head disapprovingly and held Rosalie back. None, I noticed, were concerned about Edward, except Alice, possibly.

Edward stood up fluidly and looked at one of the EMT's, he told the man that he did not need a stretcher. "However, Isabella hit her head against the black top. She might have a concussion."

The EMT seemed to trust him and tried to get me on the gurney. I stared at him. "I am fine."

He looked at Edward. "Well, maybe we should check just in case..."

I almost willed him. I almost touched his face, forcing him to look at me, and controlled his mind. I also looked at Edward. I would not expose myself and end up in the same predicament as he was. I was humiliated being strapped to a gurney, but I did not say anything. If my younger sister let herself be tied to a stake and burned alive without a flinch, I could be hauled in an ambulance just to make sure I didn't have a concussion.

Edward must have used his powers because he was allowed to ride in the front seat of the ambulance. My mind went back to when Jessica was explaining who the Cullens were and I realized his father was a doctor.

No one greeted me in the hospital with a relieved hug. That made me sad. As soon as I was brought into the room and they told me to lie on the bed. I undid my neck brace and threw it under the bed. I stood up and paced across the room.

I heard Edward's soft footsteps walking towards the room. I didn't bother to get back and pretend I was lying on the bed like an angel. I was anything but.

"You should probably be laying down," Edward informed.

I nodded. "I probably should be," I looked at him seriously. "We need to talk."

He glared at me. "My Father will be here soon." He motioned towards the bed.

I sat on it and Edward sat in the chair at the foot of the bed. I smelled blood and Edward's posture stiffened. Tyler was rolled into the room. His face was cut up and he had bandages wrapped around his head. I walked over to him after he was placed on the bed.

"Bella?" he asked, "Are you okay? Oh my God, I am so sorry! Is there anything I can do for you to forgive me?"

I looked at him and shook my head. "Just feel better. I'm sorry about your car."

He looked over at Edward and gasped. "Oh, man, I am so sorry! Are you alright?"

He held a hand up, his mouth curving into an adorable half smile. "I am quite alright. No blood, no foul."

I heard soft footsteps and a man with golden blond gelled back hair walked into the room. He was just as dazzling, inhumanly perfect as Edward. He smiled and his golden eyes were gentle.

"You must be Isabella." He said and I sat back on the bed. Around his eyes were dark circles, as if he didn't get much sleep the night before. That wasn't surprising with a doctor. "How are you feeling, Ms. Brandon?"

"Fine," I said curtly.

He smiled. "Yes, your X-Ray's came back fine. Edward said you hit your head pretty hard." He started to prod the back of my head. "Does any of this hurt?"

I shook my head. "No," I threw a look towards Edward and he chuckled.

"Well, I'd say you're pretty lucky."

"Lucky Edward was there to pull me out of the way," I looked over at him with a withering glare.

Dr. Cullen nodded distractedly, walking over to look at Tyler's chart. "Uh, yes,"

I narrowed my eyes at the older man. He was in on it. I walked up to Edward, telling him that I would like to talk to him in the hall. He was about to object, but I pulled something that barely every worked. I copied Mary-Alice and my eyes widened, and my lip puckered.

"Please?" I said quietly.

He stared at me, almost as if in a trance. I wasn't using my mind control, so maybe, possibly, Mary's look was working.

Dr. Cullen glanced back at us, chuckling. He 'accidentally' dropped his pen and Edward snapped out of it. He scowled, but pulled me by the arm in the hallway. Well, that was rude of him. I wrenched my arm free and brushed off the wrinkles in my shirt. He brought out the worst in me.

"What do you want?"

I grinned. "I just wanted to tell you that you're pretty," Why was I acting like this? I wanted to ring his neck. He was...maddening!

He rolled his eyes.

"I just...wanted to say thank you," I said quietly, "for saving me back there." I could have handled it on my own, but it was very gentlemanly of him to help me.

"I..." he started, but then stopped. "You're welcome."

I decided to drop what he had done. If I had done that for him I would want the same thing. I knew for sure he wasn't human, and it wasn't in my nature to just give up. I was usually quite stubborn, but I felt bad for him, after all, he did help me.

"I'll see you in school?" I suggested.

He nodded and smiled tightly at me before leaving.

I walked down the hall and bumped into Angela in the waiting room. She gasped and hugged me, relieved that I was okay. I smiled and wrapped my arms around her, assuring her that I was fine. Not a scratch on me.

"Do you need a ride?" Angela asked.

I nodded gratefully. "Yes, thank you."

She drove me back to school quietly. She hummed a tune I didn't recognize while parking next to my car. I managed to sidestep the students in the hospital waiting room, most of them more worried about their shiny new toy being damaged than school.

I thanked her again and she smiled telling me it was honestly no problem at all. I decided not to stay at school. I hopped in my car and tore out of the parking lot. It was hard not to go fast in this car, no, it wasn't hard to resist, just every time I touched my toe to the pedal it lurched forward.

I drove, not knowing where. I ended up on a reservation called La Push. I parked my car at the beach and walked around, happy to see that it was not raining. There was a man there, he had russet skin. His hair was short and unevenly cut. He had a tattoo that looked like a tribal mark. I stared which was quite rude of me.

He started to walk towards me, angry. "Listen here, bloodsucker–"

"Bloodsucker?" I asked. I certainly did not drink blood! His form was quivering...He wasn't having a seizure, was he?

He looked at me, analyzing my skin, before catching my eyes. He relaxed. "I'm sorry. I thought you were somet...somebody else."

I smiled nervously. "It's quite alright."

He held out his hand. "I'm Sam."

I shook it gently, and pulled back. My God! It was scorching! "Isabella." I stated. I couldn't help but ask. "Are you okay? Your skin is very warm..."

He smirked to himself. "Yes, I'm fine."

Suddenly a beautiful woman with straight jet black hair walked towards us. I gasped quietly. Jagged uneven pink scars ran down the right side of her face. They appeared to go all the way down to her shoulder, possibly farther.

"Sam!" she called. He greeted her with a kiss on her scarred face. Poor thing, what happened, I wondered.

"Isabella, this is my wife, Emily," he introduced. He still seemed suspicious of me, but Emily, she gave me a hug.

Indeed she was beautiful, and I could tell she had a warm heart. I wanted to heal the scars on her face, but alas, that power wasn't gifted to me. It was however, given to Mary.

I smiled as she pulled back, telling her how wonderful it was to meet her, but excused myself. It was obvious they wanted time alone, so I told them I needed to go home.

I walked away and got into my car, driving unintentionally fast.

Hello lovelies. I hope you liked the chapter. Oh Edward, some one is in trouble. I am trying to think of the perfect way to write Mary and Bella not aging. But how? ...But how... I want to make Bella talk more ancient-y but it is a little hard. I'm gonna try though. I'm not giving up.

Sorry for the slow updates, if I have any in the near future. I was really stuck on how to end this chapter. So, if I have more super slow updates my excuse is I have two other stories to write (one co-written) and I'm super sorry. Don't give up on me!

Be honest people, how many thought Sam was Jacob? No! I hate Jacob! Stupid him getting in the way of Bella and Edward's relationship. And he's such a Pedobear. (And not the cool awesome Pedobear either) Plus, he was supposed to end up with Leaaah. What the hell! Fine, I like Jacob. Only in Breaking Dawn though...And a bit in New Moon. That's it.

Love you guys! 'Till next time. ^.^