PART 1:

His soft breathy chuckle was like music to my ears; a symphony made for only me. But that thought was ridiculous, wasn't it. The thought that any noise that escaped this wonderful Imp's lips would be dedicated to only me, I mean. Still I was glad that at least once in my life I was subjected to such sweet music. "Actually I've wondered whether I should go down the road of an artíst." Chris joked. My mind went to my earlier journal entry as I grinned and laughed at his joke. In my journal entry I'd said that I would 'jump' my Mystery Imp the second that I saw him (if he were real). Was that what this flirting was leading up to? Or was I just deluding myself into believing a personality and face that I'd imagined? Or was it just plausible that I was still asleep, dreaming happily?

If I was insane I want you to take me to a nuthouse and allow me to live my life fully insane for the rest of it. If I'm dreaming, allow me to be comatose for as long as you can let me. But the thought of this being a dream was what, in fact, convinced me it wasn't a dream for you truly never believe yourself to be in a dream when in the subconscience. "I don't really think I'll end up an artist." I said seriously to Chris. He furrowed his brow ever so cutely before speaking. "Why not?" He inferred. I frowned at my Mystery Imp. "I don't know. I don't really think I'd like to be one." I answered simply.

Dings and other alerts to the electro-domes echoed through the room now, alerting us of the presences of our fellow students. Soon the room was brimming with students and several wanted to welcome Chris to our class and school. I ignored this for he wasn't mine. He was the public's if he so pleased to be. In fact, I don't think he'd ever want to be mine. I directed my attention, instead, to my scroll and began to doodle. It was a simple doodle of intersecting lines and nothing but my Picasso-like imagination rather than the detailed sketches I'd panned out on my Mystery Imp as a subject.

Seconds before the bell droned, the final electro-dome opened up to reveal Chris's family members entering the classroom. I kept my eyes trained on my scroll this time instead of watching as Edward approached his seat beside me. "Hello, Edward." Chris greeted his "brother". Edward turned in his seat with an eyebrow raised. "Well, this is intriguing news." Edward murmured as he glanced over Christopher. I was guessing now that Ed didn't know that Chris had transferred into this class. "Wanted to be near you, Eddie boy," Chris joked. I snorted from my seat as I scribbled over my scroll once more.

I was bored with doodling though and I wanted (badly) to get back to my sketch on Christopher Hale, my not-so-Mystery Imp. I suppose I couldn't call him that anymore seeing as he was discovered or rather his identity had been discovered. I stealthily slid my scroll screen over so that I could access the Vampire2 file. I was glad that the name wasn't shown just yet and the face on the sketch was near unidentifiable. It was then that I noticed a buzz around me. I soon realized that Edward and Christopher were having a private conversation in that too-low tone that Elise had mentioned in her diary.

"I just met Reese over here." Christopher abruptly said. I blinked away from my sketch, watching as in my shock a single black streak had marred my sketch. I grimaced at the disgusting stain that crossed over the wings and the face of the sketch. "Damn it," I murmured under my breath as I reached up to the tool bar. I quickly pressed the curved arrow that indicated an UNDO button. "Oh, you did, did you?" Edward responded suspiciously. I sighed as I registered their conversation. They were talking as though I wasn't right here and yet I knew it was for my benefit. I suppose that if I hadn't heard them speak during this free time it would be too suspicious.

I looked over my sketch again, wondering what else I could do. Finally I decided to merely just do some shading and shadows. I marked an outline for a shadow on the ground beneath the kneeling Imp's form. "What were you two discussing?" Edward inferred with genuine curiosity. "We were talking about the road of an artíst." Christopher answered with yet another flourish. I rolled my eyes as I looked over my sketch once more before progressing with filling in the shadows. Edward peered over my shoulder onto my scroll but this didn't bother me. You couldn't identify the figure with the bat-like wings in this sketch. "I agree; that is rather remarkable." Edward admitted as he glanced over the sketch once more.

Keep your mind focused. You don't want Edward to know that you know. I chanted to myself. But why didn't I want him to know? Ah; it would get Elise into trouble was why. I remembered that it was her diary that I had read and that it was her photos that I had seen. I found Elise a good, trusting person and I didn't want to stain any part of her with my knowledge. Could Edward even read my mind? It had said in Elise's diary that Edward couldn't read the mind of a Breaker and so she was in the clear. But what about me? I was a normal human; he could obviously hear me.

I glanced up to look at Edward's expression, wondering what he thought of my thoughts. However Edward showed no response to my thoughts. "Who is this in your sketch?" Edward questioned. I blinked, shocked as I stared at my sketch. But if he'd read my mind then he surely would've known that it was Christopher. So…was my mind unaccessible? "Just a random person; I found him on the streets when out one night and I decided to draw him with these wings the next day." I lied swiftly (to save my own ass) as I shrugged. Edward nodded absently as he looked at the sketch with what appeared to be genuine curiosity.

"He seems familiar." Edward murmured absently as he peered at the sketch. I shrugged as I turned to find Christopher almost…pouting? "What?" I asked, shocked as I found his expression slightly put out. "You let him look at your drawing but you pulled it away when I was looking." Chris said almost childishly. I smiled at the tone in his voice. Though immature it was adorable on him. "It's a different sketch." I replied. Edward chuckled smugly as he turned to the front just as Mrs. Archer seemed about right to start the class.

I tuned out Christopher's introduction to the class and Mrs. Archer's opening to the video that she was about to put on about the technology of today or something or other. As the film droned on dully I stared at my sketch. The figure was knelt onto his knees, both hands splayed parallel to the knees and his hair shadowing over his face. The wings hung limply on the figure's back, melding slowly into the pale white skin. I practiced some finishing touches on the sketch before I decided to put it away. That was when I realized just what we were watching.

"O' Romeo, o' Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?" Juliet's melodious voice echoed into the room. I turned my eyes to the video, just now realizing that maybe it wasn't just some educational video. Edward's eyes were glued to the screen in wistful reminisce. Nessie was over across the room with Jacob at her side, both looking rather joyous with themselves. Chris, meanwhile, was staring at the screen rather intently. This made me curious as to what was bothering him.

PART 2: Chris's PoV:

I watched as Juliet strolled onto the balcony yet in the corner of my eye I could spot Reason, my angel, finishing up her sketch. The sketch seemed so detailed, so perfect in my eyes. Every detail popped out at me and yet the mixtures of the colors created an obvious subtlety. She only looked up when she found herself with nothing else to do on the sketch. I watched every motion as though it were slow, dragged through water. Every perfect motion that she made seemed so graceful, so elegant I had no choice but to watch her in awe even if it was in a subtle manner. Edward was always entranced with this movie, saying that it was a link he and Bella had had once and always. He was always the poetic justice.

In full truth the movie had once seemed ridiculous to me. The idea that someone would commit such easy suicide to be with someone that they loved like a lover or a family member used to be unfathomable to me. Now, with Reason sitting in front of me, I could fathom it all too much. The idea of Reason ever hurt was painful to me. It wasn't as Edward had described his beginning with Bella, where her blood had called to him and he had fallen in love with the person that she was. It wasn't how Rosalie and Emmett had started where she had rescued him from a grizzly far too late and had turned him through sheer recognition. No; if anything this relation was closer to Alice's and Jasper's love. That one love had been where Alice had known it would work out, that he was hers and she was his. And though I didn't have the reassurance of a second sight, I somehow knew the same with Reason and me.

Then I thought of Jacob's and Renesmee's arranged match. Jacob had imprinted on her and fell in love with her at first sight. Perhaps, my love to Reason was more like theirs? Edward flinched from his seat, obviously having heard my thoughts. I grimaced as I thought of how I'd have to deal with his lecture later on the human-love system. But I did intend to set out for Reason. No matter what I wanted to at least have a chance with her before I gave into all self-pity of the difference between our species. I wanted a chance and I was obliged to one.

Reason looked up at the screen, seemingly entranced with the movie as she tilted her head in a curious fashion. Soon the words of Juliet's passion was entranced in her and she was left, absent and concentrated on the movie with her lips parted partially, her eyes narrowed in concentration and all other noise left out of her system, away from her consciousness. I watched in fascination as the girl, the angel, leaned back in her seat so much that I could smell the vanilla-scented shampoo on her hair. She was fascinating in the most today.

Edward furrowed his brow in irritation. I suppose he had been wonderfully reminiscing on his and Bella's so-called link to this movie when he'd been so "rudely" interrupted by my thoughts. "You have an infatuation," He breathed into the air, far too low for anyone to hear. I frowned at this. "And with Bella, you hadn't?" I breathed back. I wondered curiously if Jacob and Renesmee could hear or even if the others in our family could hear. I doubted so. Edward took a sharp intake of breath and shook his head marginally. "What is your fascination with this girl?" Edward questioned, obviously genuinely curious.

I thought on my answer. I had no answer for this for I had no real reason behind this true infatuation other than her beauty. "I suppose it could be her dreams." I breathed over to Edward, so quiet even I had trouble hearing it. Edward frowned at this before speaking without moving his lips. "When did you have the chance?" Edward questioned. I sighed as I remembered the night that I had almost hunted her. I had to explain mentally, to show my thoughts in the matter. Edward saw her dream. "Interesting indeed," Edward agreed finally after a moment.

"It is a question of what you plan to do." Edward sighed in my direction. I frowned at this. "I plan to give myself a fighting chance." I answered just as quietly. And that was exactly what I planned to do; I planned to give myself a damn fighting chance.

PART 3: Reason PoV:

I entered the cafeteria just as silently as every other day. Despite Chris's arrival it was still a Monday. This meant that it was the beginning of a week and this was utterly exasperating. Just the thought of the crazy week before us had me exhausted in my seat. Ellie was already seated at our usual table as I entered and settled in my seat with my tray. I sighed as I punched in the code for soup and pressed my thumb to the scanner. "I heard you got Chris in your first hour." Ellie began conversationally. Well, it has been three hours; definitely long enough for her to gain that info.

"Yes, I did." I answered her as my soup arrived. I snatched my apple juice up just in time before I dipped my spoon into my soup. Ellie grinned at me, all excitement hidden behind her mischief. "What happened?" She asked eagerly as she bit into her muffin. I rolled my eyes at the girl as I opened up my Hipster. I pulled out my scroll that I'd been sketching in and quickly unlocked it. I had to tell her this part. If I wasn't going to tell her anything about Elise or the Imp factor then I had to tell her about my sketches.

I opened up the most identifiable file and handed it to my best friend. Ellie accepted the scroll and looked over the holographic sketch. "This is good," She admitted as she picked up her muffin yet again. "That was drawn Thursday." I told her as I watched over her expression. Ellie's eyes widened. "But…I thought you said you hadn't met him yet!" Ellie whined as she looked over the sketch again. "I hadn't; that's what bugs me." I murmured to her. Ellie furrowed her brow before quickly latching the scroll and handing it back to me to lock. I obediently pressed my thumb to the scanner before replacing it in my Hipster. "Then how…?" Ellie trailed off, looking at me with suspicion in her features.

I shrugged simply and fished my spoon to my mouth, clad with veggies and noodles. "Do you think you're psychic?" Ellie stage-whispered to me. I rolled my eyes at my best friend before shaking my head. "No, you ding-dong; I don't think I have any psychic ability." I said. Ellie cringed back at my biting tone as she shrugged it off and examined her tray with distaste. She never was the hungriest eater. "Miss Faller, do you believe in fate…?" Ellie asked with a sly cat's curl on her lips. I rolled my eyes but this was an obvious thing. Of course I believed in fate. Then Ellie blanched. I blinked at my best friend. "This is a sign," Ellie murmured.

"A sign of what, Ells?" I questioned my best friend. Ellie rolled her eyes before leaning in and genuinely whispering rather than leaving it out in the open as her usual theatrical self would. "Think about the legends, Reese. The old folk tales that our parents used to tell us…how these creatures would have special visions a short period before their transformation…" Ellie said. I sighed as I realized what she was talking about. I whispered back. "You mean Breakers?" I murmured to Ellie. In full truth, it wasn't entirely insane. I mean, I sat next to an Imp for Christ's sake and across the room was a shape-shifter and half-Imp. Was it entirely not plausible that I might be something that's actually known for thinking it was human? Yes, it was impossible.

"You're dreaming up fairy tales, Ells." I said aloud as I went back to my soup. Then I realized that we had been leaning forward and that my boob had gone straight into my soup. I groaned as the hot liquid seeped into my sweater. "Damn it," I hissed under my breath as I punched in the code for clean-up. Soon enough there was a sample spritzer of stain-remover and a napkin. I sprayed on the stain-remover before using the napkin to bleat it in.

"It's entirely sane, Reese." Ellie protested. I rolled my eyes at my best friend. I knew that Breakers were real with Elise as an example. However it was insanely untrue that I was one. "No, it's not." I disagreed. And to me, that was the end of the conversation.

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"Voice type," I ordered my scroll as I shut my door. "Soundproof," I commanded the door. I heard a slight noise before the light above the handle glowed an ominous green. "Voice type confirmed." My scroll confirmed for me. I sighed and settled down at my desk. "Day of September 23rd, 2830. I just woke up from another dream with Chris in it. It was mostly odd because I can actually remember this one in full clarity. I can remember every grain of sand, every step of our feet, and every word of my dream. I just can't get it out of my mind. I know that he's an Imp and I know that I shouldn't get involved with one. Then there's the subject of my sketches. I drew my Mystery Imp's face on Thursday and he showed up yesterday. I'm getting…worried. Ellie says stuff about the legends of a Breaker and I'm all of a sudden beginning to show signs of one." I announced quietly so that my family wouldn't hear.

"In the legends it says that Breakers are beings that are meant to be superior to other races. Breakers are meant to be like the police of all races; vampires, werewolves, and other Breakers alike would have to obey to the stronger ones. I know that Breakers exist from reading Elise's diary however…the thought that I could be one, be a Breaker, seems to become less and less elusive than it once was. I'm not sure if I should be happy, excited about becoming a stronger being or if I should be afraid or nervous that I might screw it up or that it might be painful." I said to the scroll. My voice lilted with uncertainty and I was ashamed that I didn't even know what I felt. It was my mind, my body, and I had no clue how I was feeling. To tell you the truth, it might have been a mixture of all the feelings I had just expressed to the diary scroll.

"Elise spoke of her transformation days after in her diary however it doesn't go into details. Or rather it didn't go into details. The diary is no longer in existence. I burned the book and I deleted the copied files. I no longer want to be connected to such an intimate detail in someone's life. To know what someone thought at a point in their life, to know what their feelings were; it's all too intimate for a stranger." I explained. I stood up from my desk, beginning to go from one end of the rug to the other. "I know that Christopher Hale is an Imp or a vampire. I know that…and that doesn't matter. It does not matter that he is one." I said.

And it was true; none of the fact that Chris was a vampire mattered. All that mattered was how I felt and this feeling was for certain. No one could ever tell me otherwise. "I am in love with Christopher Hale."

PART 4: Christopher PoV:

I decided not to delve into her mind tonight. I did watch her sleep, though. I could understand now just why it was that Edward watched Bella sleep when she had been human and why he watched Renesmee sleep at night. The peace of a loved one was like the ultimate gift; to know that they are at peace at least once a day is the most beautiful thing in the world. But Reason was more beautiful.

As she lay in her bed, her body was clothed in a black camisole and grey boxer-briefs for a woman that hung lightly on her hips, showing her navel and some skin beneath. She had pulled on a thin black robe and had decided not to take it off before going under her covers. For a while, she had paced, speaking unheard words to what I assumed was her diary in voice-type. She seemed concerned, troubled, and grieving. It was despairing to watch her like this.

The wind rattled against the windows and the trees as I watched her. Reason lay in her bed, her blond hair splayed around her gentle face on the pillow, her blue eyes shielded from the world into a slumber that we could not achieve. Her breathing was steady by the looks of it and she lay on her side, facing the window. I knew that things could not go on like this. If I wanted a fighting chance then I could not stalk the one that I courted. I could not just watch her day and night and just expect her to succumb to me. I had to actually try. I had to get to know her, to find the reason that she lived. I had to know her deepest thoughts but not by intrusion. I had to know her.

A brush came to my side, indicating another's presence. Still, I showed no sign of moving. "Is this her house?" Edward questioned. I finally looked toward him, my annoyance clear in my expression. Who other's house would it be? Edward chuckled at my annoyance as he turned back towards the house. "I suppose she is rather peaceful." He admitted to me with a brief shrug as he jammed his hands into his pockets. I turned back to the window, instantly forgetting my irritation at my brother as my eyes lay upon her graceful form. I wished she could forever be that peaceful, to know what it was like to be calm.

"She was…troubled earlier." I admitted to Edward, choking on finding the words to describe her actions of grief. Edward furrowed his brow at me. "Well, I can't read her mind to figure such out. Why don't you go into her dreams?" Edward asked. I frowned at my brother before realizing that I couldn't think of my earlier reason. Then I remembered. "I want to respect at least some of her privacy. I want to know her thoughts by knowing her, not by knowing her dreams." I responded. Edward nodded wisely. He'd been a vampire for longer than I and I had to respect his wisdom.

"So, you are going to get close to her." Edward stated his conclusion. I nodded in confirmation as I stared upon her sleeping form. Then I remembered her pacing, her contorted expression with the furrowed brows and the flared nostrils. She had definitely been troubled. "She looked ready to rip her hair out in frustration or fear. From what, I have no clue." I entertained to Edward. Ed looked at me with a raised eyebrow. Though he showed a calm façade, his eyes glittered with interest. "I'll have to ask her tomorrow." I encouraged. Edward nodded thoughtfully, his mind reeling and his battles debating. He was keeping something from me.

"She was shocked to see you." Edward informed me. I blinked at my brother unnecessarily. "Why?" I asked. It couldn't have been from the sheer shock of a vampire's beauty, could it have been? "She recognized you from somewhere though I haven't the slightest where she saw you." Edward played. I frowned at him. Had Reason and I met before? I would think that I would remember. "And the conversation that she and her friend had the other day was…intriguing." He said. I sighed in irritation at my brother. What was he getting at? I hadn't heard their conversation as I had once again tried to respect her privacy.

"They were talking about Breakers, Christopher."

I was instantly stunned still as I heard of the information from Edward. Elise, my "sister", was accounted as a Breaker, an immortal creature almost as damned as us however many people would choose to be a Breaker over a vampire. Elise had gone through a transformation briefly before I had entered the family and I had heard of what issues it had caused. The Volturi, for one thing, had been alerted as to the re-existence of the race. It had been a fight and a large one at that. Eventually everyone came to a treaty for peace. Elise would not work against the Volturi and they would not attempt to kill her (again).

Though Elise had trouble with letting the Volturi's actions go unpunished she was only one of her kind and the rest had either died out or had gone into hiding. What concerned me more, however, was that Reason had been speaking of Breakers. Surely she could not so quickly be informed of our existence. Even if she was, then was that the reason for her being distraught? It hurt to believe that I, my family and I, could have been the reason for such uncertainty in dear Reason.

"What about them?" I asked gravely as I turned my eyes to the ground and my ear to my brother. "They were speaking of the legends of visions before a transformation. They were also speaking of the possibility that Reason could be transforming into one." Edward informed me. I blanched instantly. Such serious words accounted in such a calm tone. How could this possibly be? But with more thought I believed it more and more. Reason was incredibly beautiful, entirely perceptive, and she had grace that could be impossible for a human. Then again, it could just be in my mind. For all I knew I was blinded by love and she was actually as clumsy as I heard Bella had been.

"No, I agree with the theory." Edward abruptly said, snapping me away from my thoughts. I frowned at my brother and shook my head. "No, she can't be a Breaker." I entertained in denial. Of course, my mind was already convinced and I was only denying the truth.