We left the beach early as the rain was dampening everyone's mood. Most of the time I disliked the rain, but there were times I thought of how Alice loved the rain, which made me smile. She used to dance in the rain as a child, ruining her dress and making Mother and Father very angry. Well, Mother angry. She would have had spent hours sewing the dress. Father would have laughed and spun her around in the rain so fast that both were just a wet blur.

I looked out the window as I drove Jessica and Angela home. The rain whipped past us. I was tempted to roll down the window and feel the rain hit my hand like needles. Jessica read my mind, because she proceeded to roll down the window and giggle as the rain wet her hand.

I took Angela home first, she the closest and that left Jessica and I in an awkward silence. I knew the only reason she was my friend was because she liked feeling the eyes on myself and pretending that it was really for her, her in such close proximity.

There was also fear in myself though. I knew Jessica could feel the emotion radiating between us. She thought that she sent fear towards me, which gave her an odd feeling of superiority. Like she had control over me.

It was the exact opposite.

She should fear me. I could kill her with a simple thought.

I was afraid from a complete different reason. The Cullens, two of which I felt very close to, were these super beings that could kill me. No, not super beings. Vampires. It was an odd sensation, feeling helpless. That's usually what the rapists and serial killers thought when I neared them.

I have to wonder, was that what James and his fiancée – or wife or whatever she was to him – Victoria were? They frightened me, especially James. The way he looked at Mary...as if she were something to eat. Not in a sexual way though, no, honestly he has hunger burning deep in his eyes when he stared at her...Which was the same way Edward stared at me the first day of school.

Oh God.

The car halted to a stop in front of Jessica's house. She smiled at the look on my face. She loved the feeling of power.

"By Bella," she bade. She smirked. "I'll see you Monday." She turned around, ready to shut the door in, but spun back around. "Hey, do you want to go shopping with Angela, Lauren, and me on Saturday?"

I shrugged, still nauseous over the idea of what had happened to my sister when she died. Did James keep hold of her? Did she die by having every ounce of blood pour out of her and into his mouth? Or was that hunger that was in his beautifully dangerous eyes that of a killer? Did he burn her?

I wanted to puke.

"S-Sure." I answered, my stomach churning.

She smiled at my stuttering. Reading her mind, I could tell that she had never had control over anyone and this was going to be fun for her.

I pulled away from her house and shot down the street. I pulled into the driveway and ran up the stairs, only stumbling once at the rate I was going. I flung the bathroom door open and knelt by the toilet, puking up everything that I had eaten today that didn't disintegrate from my very high metabolism.

I wiped at my mouth and rested against the bathroom wall. I cried. I knew that Mary had suffered, burned at the stake by James. The name was acid on my tongue. But what if she wasn't? He could have raped her and then tortured her ruthlessly. Or...or he could have been what Jake had been describing. This cold-skinned super human that survived by drinking the blood of people.

I blinked and shot towards my room, grabbing my sketch book. I flipped to a blank page and shut my eyes, picturing the twisted image I had in my head the other day. I was done in merely minutes. I opened my eyes to see Mary baring her teeth and sucking the blood of the Hatter. I turned back a page to see a different scene, the hatter piercing Mary's neck with his pointed teeth.

I cried loudly, leaving me gasping for air. I hiccuped and wiped the salty tears off my heated inflamed cheeks. I cradled my legs to my chest and buried my head in my knees. My sister. My beautiful, lively sister was a creature of the living dead. I felt as if I were overreacting, but Mary was killing! She was murdering humans to satisfy the hunger inside of her. She shouldn't even be alive!

I paused in my thoughts.

I shouldn't be alive either.

I'm such a hypocrite. I scolded myself.

Should I kill her? Should I kill all of the Cullens? I shook my head against my knees. I couldn't. I couldn't kill Mary! She was my only family left, whether she knew it or not. I could not kill Edward either. It was wrong of me. To have these feelings for some heartless dead creature of the night. A creature that feasted on my blood. A creature of the same species that made Mary become just like them.

I crawled towards my bed and huddled under the covers. The rain pounded on the roof. It gave me no comfort or anger. It was just there, reminding me that I couldn't ignore all of this. My sister was alive...or undead. I do not know how she didn't have Father's eyes anymore. Or how she could even be up at the day hours and not turn to ash at the murky morning light. Or how she didn't shy away from the days where the cafeteria smelled of garlic. Or how her face reflected on the window.

And then there was Edward. I should not be falling for him. I had only just met him! But he was so sweet and kind, and interesting. But he was a killer! A cold-blooded killer! I turned my head in my pillow, willing everything away.

I blocked out the rain.

I blocked out Edward.

And I blocked out my undead, vampire, sister.

~Rome, Italy. 1703~

The woman had since long left and I looked at the dead man in the alleyway. My eyes prickled as suddenly his face changed. I unstrapped my dagger and stabbed the lifeless man. I brought it back out and stabbed it again, this time in the heart. And then in the shoulder. Then the ribcage. I cried as I did it, and then continued to thrust the dagger into his ribcage.

"You bastard!" I screamed in English. I plunged it again. "É bastardo!" I cried harder. "You murderer! You killed my sister!" I repeated it in Italian, "È omicidio! Tu hai ucciso mia sorella!" And again. And again.

I left the dagger in his heart and scuttled back, mortified. He was not James. He was just a rapist, that I had stabbed his lifeless body for no reason. I cried and wiped my eyes. I pulled out the dagger and hooked it back around my leg, not caring that it was bloody. I looked back at the unnamable body as I left and cried harder.

~Present~

I wiped my eyes and looked at the clock. Hours had passed. It was already the next day and in the middle of the evening. I got up as my phone rang.

"H-Hello?" I asked quietly.

"Hey, Bella." It was Jessica.

"Hi, Jess."

I could hear her fidget excitedly. "Hi!" she squealed. "The shopping plans are off!"

I had forgotten already, and was happy that she had canceled. "Why?" I asked, knowing she wanted me to.

"Mike. Asked. Me. Out!" She said slowly to build up anticipation. "Can you believe it? We'll go shopping tomorrow. But what should I wear? I have this red dress that pushes up my boobs, but then I have this really short slinky black dress that barely covers up anything. Oh, but then I have this boring yellow sun dress that my mom wants me to wear with leggings. How lame is that?" she rambled, and stopped waiting for my reply.

"Wear the yellow." I said. "Play hard to get. You don't want to seem too eager." I said, surprised at my actual concern for this girl that just wanted to use me. I had given a response that any normal teenager would, but I actually wanted Jessica to have a good time.

"That's what Angela said too!" she shouted in disbelief. I could hear her hair scratch against the speaker as she shifted the phone between ears.

"Great minds think alike." I said.

"Well, I have to go and get ready for my date! I think I'll wear the black one. Mike is so dim that if I wear the yellow one he'll think I'm not interested. Hey, Bella?"

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing tonight?"

Going to kill my sister. "Oh no, nothing." I replied simply. "Laundry and that essay that is due Friday."

"Oh." she said smugly. "Well...Have fun with that. Bye!"

"Goodbye." I said after she hung up. I rolled my eyes and set the phone back on it's charger. I went back upstairs and crouched beside my bed. I grabbed the blade that came in a set of two. It had my name carved in the handle with beautiful cursive letters. Mary had the other one, her name also carved in the hilt. Grandmother had given them to us, saying we would need it at some point. It was an odd gift to give to an eleven year-old and a fourteen year old on their birthday.

I twirled the beautiful masterpiece in my fingers lightly. The only agility I had was killing. It was quite depressing, I realized. But, practice had made me perfect. I cursed at myself and whipped the dagger against the wall. The blade wedged between the wood.

If Mary were truly a vampire, I would have to kill her with a stake in the heart. A stake of wood. I fell to the floor, once again, and felt the tears sting in my eyes. I could not kill my younger sister! Or all of Edward's family. That would upset Edward, and idiotically, that was something I did not want to do. All I wanted to do right now was wrap my arms around Mary and cry.

My eyes widened. She did not remember me...Did she?

These thoughts swirled around my mind in mere seconds.

I couldn't kill her. That was final.

I felt the tears leak out of my eyes at the mere thought of Mary not remembering anything. She...She didn't even know me. I sobbed and wiped my face with my shirt. I telekinetically brought the dagger back towards me and hid it under my bed. I sighed, worn out from crying. I was stronger than that.

I stood up and changed into fresh clothes. I walked down the stairs and grabbed my jacket on off the hook and willed the keys to come my way as I headed out the door. I drove to Port Angeles. I parked in the lot of a library

I walked up to the information desk and told her the book I was looking for. She looked it up on the computer catalog. She shook her head and gave me a small smile. "I'm sorry. We don't carry that book. But if you fill out a form we can order that book for you."

I shook my head. "No thank you."

"Hey, there's a book store, right up the street. I bet it carries it there."

"Thank you." I smiled. I got outside, the sky slightly dark, and surprisingly rainless. I decided to walk, seeing as it was right up the street.

It was a voodoo book store. I smiled and breathed in the incense as I opened the door to the small shop. I walked up to the older woman, she fit the stereotype. Her hair was graying. It was long, and braided. She wore a tie dye long ankle length skirt and a white blouse. She was a little heavier and her skin was dark and wrinkled. Her wrists jingled with all of the bangles and bracelets.

"I'm looking for vampire legends." I said quietly.

She smiled and walked over to a case of books. She pulled out a particular dusty looking one and handed it to me. I thanked her and sat down on a bean bag chair.

It was Dracula by Bram Stoker. I sighed, but nevertheless, read it. I breezed through it quickly, and then put it back on it's shelf. I thanked the woman once again. She stopped me, and gave me beads. She told me they would protect me. I smiled and wrapped them around my wrist. I walked out of the store and down the street.

I was never one for directions though, and somehow ended up on a street that looked unfamiliar. I stopped and turned around. I raised an appraising eyebrow at the unsteady footsteps behind me. Three drunken men rounded the corner. They laughed loudly at nothing and stumbled over gravity.

The larger of the group suddenly put his hand out, and motioned towards me. He grinned, his teeth yellow from cigarette smoke and crooked. He straightened his shoulders as much he could with being so intoxicated.

I stood still, watching them curiously. I was not the least bit scared. They were powerless mortals. And they were men, which tipped the scales even further in my favor. Men were too blinded by power and hormones. They would not be able to think straight.

I sighed and turned around. I had changed much since Mary's...disappearance. I was a cold-blooded murderer. I was still shy, and still very much a book worm. But I never would have killed someone without a second thought like this when Mary was still around. I appraised everything with a killer's eye.

I continued to walk, making my footsteps light and gentle. I wrapped me arms around myself, and nervously looked back at the men. This was no simple robbing. They planned to rape me. And then kill me. Or at least the ringleader did. I quickened my strides, and so did they.

I stopped and ducked in an alleyway. I heard them snicker.

"Hey, gorgeous." I would have been flattered if they were not drunk, although people say, you are the most truthful when drunk. "Come out, come out, wherever you are."

The leader's voice was gruff when he spoke. "Yeah, princess. We just wanna play!"

The third was hesitant and nervous. "Guys, are you sure we should be doing this?"

"Shut up." the deep voice hissed. They walked into the alleyway to the sight of me smiling. "Hey, sweetheart."

"Hello." I replied.

"How you doin'?" The second man asked.

"I have been better." I retorted. I flashed another smile. "What is your name?"

"Not important." The leader interrupted. "But what's yours?"

I chuckled. "Not important." I ran quickly with my power of speed. I was a blur to them. I appeared behind the youngest. I grabbed his head in my hands. I flicked my wrists and with a sickening snap his neck broke.

The leader blanched. "W-What are you?"

I did not beat around the bush. I grinned, and uttered a cliché. "Your worst nightmare."

Suddenly lights flashed in the alleyway and tires squealed against the asphalt. The men covered their eyes in fear. I pushed my back against the wall and sunk to the ground, pretending to be afraid.

The door slammed shut as Edward got out of the car. I looked up to see his golden eyes phasing into a dark black. I gasped, and he glanced at me. I closed my eyes and ducked my head. When Edward's attention was off me, I peeked to see him throw the man against the wall with blinding strength.

I stared in shock. Yes, I knew he was different from the day I met him. And I thought he might be a vampire, as ridiculous as it sounded, but now my suspicions were confirmed. He definitely wasn't human.

I stood up and I ran to Edward's car as he growled for me to get in. I shut the door and strapped on the seat belt. Edward got back in and swerved dangerously out of the alley. He shot down the dark street. I gripped my seat belt as he suddenly pulled to the side of the road.

He closed his eyes and put his hand to the bridge of his nose.

"Edward?" I asked tentatively. "Are you alright?"

He did not see the body, as far as I know.

"No." he growled. "Do you know what almost happened to you Bella?"

"Exactly." I soothed. "Almost. They did not succeed."

He chuckled humorlessly. "You are comforting me, when you were the one almost raped. Are youalright Bella?"

I nodded. "They didn't touch me. You came just in time." he smiled. "My hero."

He once again laughed mirthlessly. "Hero." he scoffed the term. "Come on. We should get some food in you." He pulled away from the side of the road and did a U-turn. He drove faster than I did. In mere minutes we were in front of an Italian restaurant that bore my nickname.

He opened the door for me before I could unbuckle my seat belt. I blushed and thanked him. He ushered me inside and we walked up to the podium. She was stunning. Her blonde hair was short and styled spunky. She wore what every other worker in the restaurant did. Black slacks, a white button up shirt with a black vest over top of it. Unfortunately for me, her eyes were dead set on Edward.

"Table for two." he told her in his ancient accent.

She glanced over at me and rolled her eyes. "This way." She sat us at a very public table. I sat in the chair and Edward shook his head.

"Perhaps something more...private?" he suggested quietly while slipping her, most likely, a very expensive piece of paper.

She picked up the menus and guided us towards an isolated table in the back. He thanked her and he sat across from me in the booth.

I fiddled awkwardly with a loose string on my jacket. I did not know how to start the conversation. With what? Are you a vampire? That would go over well for sure.

"You look beautiful in blue." He complimented while gesturing towards the pale blue shirt that poked out of my jacket.

I blushed and his muscles tensed just the slightest. "Thank you." I looked down at the table, studying the grains in the wood. I finally looked up. "How did you do that?"

He tilted his head in confusion. "Do what?"

"...Your eyes." I said curiously. "They changed to a shade of black."

His now liquid gold eyes widened. He relaxed. "Lighting."

"You're lying." I stated plainly. I shrugged though I was not one to talk. I had lied a lot in my lifetime.

A black haired waitress finally walked towards our table. I cocked my head ever the slightest and connected my mind with hers. Her thoughts rushed through my head as if they were my own. The human mind always had me guessing. They are all essentially the same, some may be bigger but that did not make them any smarter. Yet, they all had different thoughts and personalities.

I literally stopped aging when I gained all of my powers. That's when Immortals stop aging. Some stop when they're in their sixties and some stop when they're in their teens. None gain their powers though under twelve.

I have to wonder if people ever look on me, wanting an insight on my mind. I am human, just with supernatural powers and a couple more years. What do people think when they look at me?

The waitress was thinking of Edward. The hostess had dished behind the scenes and the black haired woman wasn't disappointed.

"What can I get you?" she asked Edward, completely disregarding me.

Edward looked towards me. "Bella?"

I grabbed the menu sitting in front of me and spoke the first thing that my eyes set on. "Mushroom ravioli."

She smiled, very happy to be able to look back at Edward. "And you?"

"Nothing for me, thank you."

She frowned, but asked, "And for drinks?" Reluctantly looking at me.

"Coca-cola." I smiled brilliantly, evoking a fear in her brain. Idiotically, she annoyed me. I felt possessive of Edward. As if he were mine and only mine. I was not supposed to get attached, but here I was, obsessed with the mystery of him and my sister. My eyes stung when I thought of her.

She blinked.

"Two cokes." Edward snapped us both back to reality. He stretched his lips over his shining white teeth into a smile.

She nodded, dazed. "Uh...yeah, okay. Mushroom ravioli and two cokes." She ducked her head and left swiftly.

"You really should not do that." I finally spoke when she was out of hearing range.

"Do what?" he asked inquisitively.

I couldn't think of a good enough adjective. "...Dazzle people like that. It's like you put a spell on them. She is most likely hyperventilating in the kitchen."

"Dazzle..." he rolled the word on his tongue. He smiled. "Do I dazzle you?"

I pondered his question. Did he? I finally nodded. "Yes. You do."

He grinned before becoming serious.

"Are you alright?" he asked me, concern burned deep in his eyes. "Are you dizzy? Sick? Cold?"

I smiled. "Should I be?"

"Well, I'm waiting for you to go into shock." he smiled lopsidedly at me.

I shook my head. "No...no. I am fine."

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked gently.

I placed my hands on the table and inched my way towards his. I was curious by his cold hands and how they made me feel safe. As if James and Victoria were untouchable. They could never hurt me – if they were still alive.

He started to pull his hands away, but I touched them. My fingertips grazed his hands. They were freezing, but they were comfortable. I smiled and looked up at him after studying our hands.

"Thank you." I wasn't sure if I was thanking him for letting me be close to him, or for him just offering to comfort me.

He smiled hesitantly back at me. I could tell by reading his face that this was new to him. Of course he must have seen how his siblings acted, but to actually experience it must be a whole different wave length. It was new to me too.

The woman came back with our drinks and we thanked her. I slurped on the coke greedily. I always got thirsty after nights like this. I hadn't used my powers, but I was getting ready too, and sometimes it drained me greatly. Before I knew it I was already done with the soda.

Edward looked on amusingly. He pushed his soda towards me.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "You are not thirsty?"

He shook his head. "Not for soda."

I looked at him curiously. There was a double meaning. Was he thirsty...for blood? My blood? I wonder what it's like. To always be thirsting for someone's blood. Jake had said that they drank animal blood, so they didn't have to kill humans. Edward had a deep lust for blood. Is it painful?

"I have theories." I breathed out nervously.

"About what?"

"About...what you are." I said quietly. I knew he would hear it.

He tensed up. "What are you talking about?"

I rolled my eyes. "You've got to be kidding me! You do know that normal people dont stop cars with their hands. Right?"

"I had an adrenaline ru–"

"My ass!" I interrupted. He could not be serious! Was he trying to make excuses? He was already caught in my trap. He cannot escape. But I could not blame him. I would do the same if I were him.

He sighed. He knew he was caught.

"You are not normal." I stated simply. "I knew that the day I met you in Biology. When you tried to kill me with your eyes."

He smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry."

I dismissed it with a wave of my hand. "It is okay." I accepted. "I have been debating what you are...I thought maybe you were..." I couldn't say, like me. "A witch." I finally decided on. "Superman."

"Superman." he scoffed. "I'm no hero. If anything, I'm the bad guy."

"Says the one who saved me from rapists." I retorted. "Edward. You saved my life. You are a hero to me."

"Can we talk about this in the car?" he asked quietly. "The waitress is coming with your food."

She walked to our table, holding the plate of raviolis. She took the empty cups and went to get refills. I stabbed a ravioli and chewed on it in the silence. It was delicious. It was the first I had an actual meal in a while.

"You are not hungry?" I asked. Did vampires eat food? Or did they just drink blood.

He chuckled quietly. "No."

I guess not.

I finished my food quickly, in a hurry to talk about what Edward and his family were. The waitress came with the bill, and I let Edward pay because it seemed like he wanted to do something for me.

We got in the car and Edward drove slowly, so we could talk.

"So." he started. "Your theories?"

Hello. So, I have to wonder, and I hope my story doesn't come off like this, do you think the women are being written as helpless? Do you think that Edward is a pretentious jackass? Do you think I should have Bella stop talking so formally? I honestly want to know.

Although, I have never seen the bad qualities in Twilight, I do know a lot of people say that all of the characters whine. That Edward is a hypocritical jackass and that Bella is a moron. I'm only thirteen, and I'm looking to improve my writing. So, I don't want people to disregard my story because the characters personalities are to similar to Stephanie's.

My point is, I want to prove that the woman have backbone. And I don't want my version of Stephanie's Twilight to suck. So please, can you guys give me suggestions. (: