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I sighed. It was ridiculous and I had a hard time believing it was true. Vampires? That's foolish! But...it made complete and utter sense. And it scared me a little. My little sister, a horrendous creature of the night.

"You know, how I went to that beach over the weekend?" I questioned while staring out the window. I saw his reflection nod. "It was in La Push." He stiffened.

"Go on."

"This boy told me about their legends. How, supposedly, they descended from wolves. It's silly!"

He relaxed, his grip easing on the steering wheel. "Wolves?" he teased. "You think...I'm a wolf?" His voice held a tinge of disgust. Was it because they were natural enemies?

"No."

He tensed again. I could hear the steering wheel about to give away. I rolled my eyes and reached out to loosen his grip on the wheel. "He told me about the legends and I was not very interested." Lie. "Until he talked about these...beings...called the 'Cold Ones'." I refrained him from breaking the car. He had a bad temper. It would have been funny had the conversation not been so strained.

"And you automatically thought of me?"

"No...no," I assured. "Until he said your name."

Edward stepped on the gas pedal in a furry.

So theatrical. Couldn't we have a normal conversation? For once?

"Edward!" I yelled. "Calm down!"

The car halted in a jolt and Edward's heavy breathing filled the car.

"So..." I trailed off in the silence. "I take it he was right?" I asked casually.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Bella."

I laughed. "You cannot deny it, Edward. I know what you are...this...'Cold One'. Or...Vampire." I smiled, but then frowned. It did not seem right, for him to not know what I was. He thought I was mortal. I shrugged internally. Now was not the time to mention it, it would only worsen the situation. Excuses.

"I..." he started. "I am dangerous. I'm a blood thirsty monster. And I could hurt you. I can'thurt you." He hurried to assure me. "Not that I care." I winced. He frowned. "Rosalie would be angry if I killed you and we had to move again."

He wouldn't be able to kill me. I would make sure of it.

"You will not hurt me." I said confidently.

"Bella," he said desperately. He suddenly realized that the car was still frozen in the deserted road. He gently stepped on the pedal and we drove smoothly on the road again. "You have no clue how much of a danger I am to you."

"Jake said you all drink animal blood," I protested. "Not human's."

"What this Jake is saying is true." he agreed. "But we all fall off the wagon sometimes."

I stared out the window. 'We all fall off the wagon sometimes'. He drank human blood...on occasion. He made me so conflicted. He was a blood drinker. But so is Mary. He's dangerous.But isn't Mary then, too? He made me feel...less lonely. It felt nice.

He rubbed his eyes wearily. "God, Bella. I want your blood so bad." His head thumped against the head rest and he let out a long breath. His eyes were closed but he never wavered from the road. I took the wheel, just in case, and he laughed. He peeked an eye open and then the other. "When you walked into Biology class, I didn't think anything. Just another human. But then you got closer, and I could smell it."

"My blood," I said, while releasing the wheel. "Does it hurt? To be thirsting for people's blood?"

"It did at first. But I've gotten older and the itchy burn – like having strep throat, I suppose, but a million times stronger – dulled. I didn't focus on it as much. I still felt it, it was always there. Humans are food to us, blood is how we survive. The throb never leaves, but I aged and I was able to control it better. Push it to the back of my mind."

"And now?" I asked.

"It hurts," he whispered quietly. "My throat. It itches. It burns. I want to tear your throat open with my nails and swallow the sweet smelling liquid."

"Ouch," I said.

He chuckled and I felt a surge of happiness that I was able to make that tumble out of his lips. "It's like nothing I've smelled before."

"I am sorry," I apologized. "I wish I could help. Maybe..." as much as it saddened me, "maybe I should leave."

"No!" he yelled angrily. He then seemed to scorn himself. "You can...if you'd like. I shouldn't be stopping you."

I smiled. "I do not want to, but if it would help, then I am more than willing." But what about Mary? You can't leave her!

"Please don't," he said shyly.

"Do vampires," he winced at the term, "have special gifts? Like in the books? I know already that you have extraordinary strength and speed."

"Every vampire can do that, but also, I have an extra gift." he grinned, the right corner of his lips lifting up higher than his left. "I can read minds." he frowned. "Except yours."

I raised my eyebrows in shock. "What else can you do?" I asked eagerly. "Can the rest of your family read minds too?"

In math, in an equation, if the same variable is on each side, then they cancel each other out. Does that mean, because Edward and I have the exact same gift, that we cancel each other out?

"That's it. And no, only I have that gift in my family. But, Alice and her husband Jasper–"

"Husband?" I gasped. Mary was married after all? And to a nice – from the looks of it – man. Thank God! I couldn't help but think of when James proposed to Mary and I wanted to kill him, for he, had killed Mary.

"Well, yes. They've known each other for decades." Edward explained. "We are, after all, immortal. But, as I was saying, Alice can see the future."

I gasped, for his benefit. She had many gifts when alive. Did she still have all of them? "Does she have more?"

He shook his head. "Vampires only have one gift, or none."

I was disappointed. "And what about Jasper?"

"He can detect and manipulate emotions," he answered.

I smiled. "That is astounding!" It was. He could make mortals and non-mortals feel anything he wished. That was impressive.

I suddenly realized something. "You can go out into sunlight without burning. And you are awake during the day."

He chuckled. "We don't burn in the sunlight, although it is uncomfortable. That is why we are so pale. We don't go out in the sunlight much. We would be a shade darker. Being, uh, undead and all, we don't tan well." I laughed. "Our skin has a way of reacting to the sun that makes us all uncomfortable. And we don't sleep...at all."

"You do not like the sun?" I demanded. "Not even M-Alice?"

He raised his eyebrows and then they dropped in a furrow. "No...Alice does not like the sun."

"B-But of course she does!" I said, desperate. She had to have some of my little darling sister left in her.

His eyes burned with suspicions. "Why do you say that?"

"N-No reason." I said quietly. We suddenly slowed to a crawl. I looked up to see my new home. We sat in awkward silence. "Thank you, Edward. You saved my life." Their lives. If he had not shown up they would most likely all be dead. "I do not care what you say. You still are innocent in a land of evil."

He scoffed quietly. "Whatever you say, Bella."

I chuckled softly. "Would you like to...come in?"

Edward looked up, alarmed. His eyes flickered to the dash board which read eight o'clock. "I shouldn't."

"My parents are not home, it is date night. They will not mind." I smiled.

He contemplated for a second. "I-I can't."

"Please?" I asked shyly.

He looked at me and groaned when he caught sight of my neck. "Okay."

I grinned widely. "Splendid!" My vowels twisted and my accent seeped in. I hoped he didn't hear it.

He raised his eye brows at me in question. "Bella, are you English?"

I flushed. "Uh, well, I travel a lot and pick up on many accents. Come now." He turned off the ignition and flashed over to my side to open the door for me.

"It seems chivalry isn't dead after all." I said with a smile and thanked him.

"I was alive when it wasn't dead." he retorted.

He pulled me up and ran me to the door, leaving me dazed. I shook my head and pulled out the key from my back pocket. I shoved it in the lock and twisted the key. I pushed the door open and lead him into the empty, dark living room.

"Me casa es su casa." I spoke awkwardly. Edward chuckled.

"So," I started while leading him up the staircase to my room. "How old are you, Edward? If you do not mind."

"It would make you uneasy."

I snorted. "I doubt that. You can't leave me hanging, Edward." I spoke, as if I were born in this century. "You're like Joan Rivers! You leave me guessing your true era."

"Is that an insult?" he inquired.

"A little." I replied with a shrug. "It won't scare me, I promise."

"I...I was born in the early nineteen hundreds." he said quietly.

I smiled and opened my bedroom door. "You are not that old. You are pretty young compared to–" I couldn't say me.

"Jasper and Carlisle are both older than me." he informed me. "But I still think it's a little odd. I mean, I hold at least a hundred years on you."

I giggled and shook my head to get my bearings. "You are such a pedophile. I should call the cops and say that there is a hundred-something year-old vampire giving me the heeby-jeebies."

He laughed and sat on the little rocking chair in the corner. "I like your room. It was different than I expected."

"What did you expect?" I asked.

"A lot of books." he said after thinking for a moment.

"Those are in another room." I retorted and he chuckled.

"Are you sure your parents won't be home any time soon?"

They are dead. I doubt they will walk in on us. "The worst they will do is shoot you."

"Thank God my skin is bullet proof." he said with a grin. He ran over to me in blur which I was able to see with my eyes. I shrieked a laugh. I hadn't been this light-hearted since Mary died, or disappeared.

"Edward?" I asked quietly. "I know..." I stopped. "Can you stay tonight?"

"What about your parents?" he asked. "I could hide from them, of course, but..."

I sighed. I might as well not lie anymore. "My parents are dead. I have been living on my own for a while." I continued before he could interrupt. "Don't ask, it will only further confuse you."

"I suppose then I can stay tonight. If you wish." he said.

I smiled and pulled him in a spontaneous hug. "I do." I pulled away shyly. I blushed furiously and then tried to stop feebly when I saw his strained muscles. "Sorry."

He smiled. "Lay down and get some rest. It has been a long night."

I pulled the covers over my legs, deciding not to change out of my clothes. I closed my eyes and rest my head on the pillow. "I know we practically just met." I whispered. "But...I feel really close to you, Edward." I opened one eye to peer at him. "And I haven't decided if that's a good thing yet."

I closed my eyes and deepened my breaths. My bed was pushed up to the wall and he sat at the end of the bed. He shifted quietly and rested his back against the wall. I opened my eyes to see him staring at the rocking chair.

He didn't move all night. I didn't hear him blink, twitch, he didn't even breathe.

I was curious to say the least. My mind drifted to Mary, as it usually did.

~Massachusetts, 1763~

Our room was dark, the only source of light being the candlestick that was placed on a nightstand in between our beds.

Mary did not want to have separate bedrooms since the fire. I understood. She almost did not make it out. She was afraid to be alone. I did not mind. What were older siblings for?

"Stop staring at me," she ordered in her accent.

English accents were not uncommon in the new world. She tried to convince me to fake a different accent. Mary loved creating back stories. Each back story we had a different dialect. I told her it would be less suspicious if we had an English accent. She begrudgingly kept it.

I giggled. "Who said that I was looking at you, Mary?"

"I can feel it." she growled. "It feels like someone is traveling clammy hands on my flesh. You know I detest when you gaze at me."

I laughed again. "If you did not react in such an amusing way then I would not stare."

She sent me a withering glare. We sat in silence.

"Isabella?"

"Yes?"

"Why do we even lay down at night? 'Tis not like we need sleep. 'Tis not like we can sleep."

"The town would get suspicious." I answered.

"It is foolish." she said stubbornly.

The crescent moon light spilled in the room through the window. I reached out for the candle and blew it out.

"Isabella?" she called again.

"Mary?" I mocked.

She glared at me. "Oh shush!"

I chuckled. "Continue."

"Why are we like this? Why do we never age? Why do we have these extraordinary gifts?"

I sighed. "I do not know. There must be an explanation for it though. The fates would not put us through ageless years for no reason."

Mary shifted and jumped over to me. She landed gracefully on my bed. She rested her head on my shoulder.

"I miss mother and father." she said. "I wish they were here with us, now."

"I do not." I informed her. "They would not understand our gifts. We would be put in an asylum."

She snuggled into my shoulder, her long black hair fanning out. "I miss them, though."

I ran my fingers through her hair, just as father used to do and hummed like mother did. "Me too."

~Present~

Sunlight leaked through the blinds. I opened my eyes, pretending to still be tired. I glanced at the clock, it was eight sharp. Edward was not leaning against the wall, but instead soundlessly rocking in the chair. He had fresh clothes on.

"You left?" I asked.

"'Morning." he greeted with a amused smile.

"Good morning." I replied.

"To answer your question, yes, and I wish I hadn't."

"Why is that?" I asked while stretching.

"My siblings...they threw a little bit of a fit when they found out I was staying here." he answered.

I frowned. "I am sorry. I should not have kept you here."

"No harm done." he assured. "In fact...I was wondering, maybe, if you would like to meet my family."

"Yes!" I said quickly. I blushed. "I mean...I would love to."

He laughed. "They'll be happy to hear that. So, breakfast time."

I gasped and my eyes widened. I shrank in my seat and he had a look of horror on his face. I laughed. "I was only joking, Edward."

He glared. "Not funny."

"It was a little funny." I said while holding my thumb and finger up to emphasize little.

"Let me rephrase that, breakfast time for the human."

And who would that be? I thought. Certainly not me.

"Okay, let me get dressed. I will meet you downstairs?"

"Absolutely." he nodded and shot out of the room in a colorful blur. I chuckled to myself and slipped on a pair of jeans and waterproof boots. I buttoned my plaid blouse and pinned my hair up.

I walked downstairs and found Edward sitting in a chair at the tiny table. I smiled and walked over to the cupboard to grab some pop tarts. I looked towards Edward and bit my bottom lip. "Do you eat food?"

He shook his head. "No. It tastes like...dirt."

"Because you have tasted dirt before?" I asked with a grin.

"Well, when you have Emmett as a brother, you have to expect to find yourself on the ground with your teeth sticking in the earth."

"That reminds me, do you have fangs?" I asked.

He flashed his very white teeth. "Nope. Myth."

"Well, it is a myth that makes sense. How else are you going to pierce the skin?"

"Our teeth are sharp." he answered. "You look really pretty. Although pretty isn't a good enough adjective. Nor is beautiful. Stunning." he smiled. "You stun me."

I blushed furiously at his comment. "T-Thank you."

He pressed his lips together when I blushed and I ducked my head sheepishly.

"Sorry." I said.

I looked at the last bite of my pop tart and set it on the wrapper. "What if...I dared you to eat this." I pushed the bite towards him.

"I would have to throw it up later." he said. "We can't digest food." He explained and then took the pop tart and shoved it into his mouth. His face turned sour and I laughed. He swallowed it with a look of disgust.

"The garbage is over there." I said while pointing.

He shot up to where my finger was aimed at and threw up the pop tart. I laughed again and he glared at me.

"Ha-ha. Very funny." he scowled. "So, ready?"

I threw away the wrapper and got up. "As I will ever be."

"What's wrong?" he asked while walking up to me. He hesitantly took my hand.

"It is just..." I shook my head. "What if they do not like me?" By they I mostly meant Mary.

"They'll love you!" he soothed. "Don't worry."

"I will hold you to that." I said. I gripped his hand. "Come on." We walked to his car and I buzzed with excitement. I missed Alice so much. I wanted to cry with joy that she was alive, or undead.

He opened the door for me. I thanked him and he smiled. He ran to the drive side and in a second flat, we were zipping down the street.

Suddenly his phone rang and he pulled it out of his back pocket. "Alice."

"Edward." she mocked in a business like tone. I smiled so wide that my cheeks hurt.

"What's up?" he asked.

"When are you coming?" she whined. "I can't wait any longer! I want to meet her so bad!"

Edward laughed. "We'll be there soon. Make sure that Jasper is ready."

Alice paused on the other line. I heard a smile in her tone, a proud smile, "He'll be fine."

"I trust you."

"You should."

"See you soon."

"Bye Edward!"

He hung up and smiled at me. "Alice...Words can't describe."

"She seems quite lovely." I said.

"Oh, trust me, sometimes, she can be the Devil."

I laughed. I more than knew. "I believe you."

I bounced my leg in anticipation and Edward chuckled.

"Excited?" he asked.

"More than." I answered. I leaned back in the seat and counted the seconds. We finally pulled up to a beautiful looking house after three hundred seconds. He pulled into the extremely long driveway and shut off the car.

He looked at me. "Ready?"

"More than."

Beta'd by Piper Chris Melinda Halliwell.

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