Adding some new fun. It's short; I know! If you need something longer, check out my "serious" fic: Old Devil Moon: Bella Runs.

Feel free to review. Unlike my other fic, I'm pretty much winging this one, so I am wide open to suggestions from readers!

You know: all characters and associated material belong to Stephenie Meyer, who would never let Edward drop the f-bomb this many times. Yet another reason to write this!

I Want to See Red Chapter 2: Red as Rage

I left my thoughts in the cafeteria and headed to biology. Settling into my usual seat, I waited for my favorite class to start. Having spent as many years in college bio and med school classes as I had, eleventh grade biology was always my favorite part of the high school curriculum. I always knew the answers in all my classes, what with being able to hear my teacher's expectant thoughts, and biology was certainly no exception. But it wasn't about knowing the stuff. It was all about life: this complex, beautiful thing that I could never have again. And all my classmates sat around me, completely taking it for fucking granted.

I loved that fucking class. And then, Little Miss Smellsogood walked in and shot my little peace all to hell.

Damn, but she was tempting! My eyes were drawn to her pale neck the second she appeared in the door. She dropped her head shyly, letting her dark hair fall over her neck and shoulders. Blood rose to her cheeks and I could practically taste it, feel it running down my throat. I pulled my eyes from the girl's curtained throat only to find them heading for her chest.

It didn't take a genius to figure out where she was going to have to sit – the seat next to mine was the only empty chair in the room – so in an effort to not make my lab partner realize I was totally picturing her in a dozen compromising positions right then, I ripped my eyes from her modest but adequate chesticles.

But, fuck me, I wanted to look!

Ah, to hell with look, I wanted to touch and taste! The flow of venom to my mouth agreed.

I was so wrapped up in the inconvenience of restraining myself that I hardly noticed when Bella actually took her seat next to me. Her scent flooded my nostrils, and I was practically knocked out of my seat by how pungent and intoxicating it was. I had to lean away from her to keep myself focused. No matter how much I would enjoy it or which sinful pleasure I chose to take advantage of, there wasn't any good that could come of my getting too close to the girl with all our classmates around us.

She blushed again when I shifted in my seat, but she kept her head down. Holy shit, I had never seen anyone so shy! It was almost like she was taunting me; the blood coloring her neck and face was so sweet and warm, I could sense it from where I sat, and I couldn't have any of it!

Actually, now that I thought about it, it was pretty inconsiderate. Who blushed that much? She had to be doing it deliberately. Anger bubbled up in me. And you know, she probably wore perfume or something to make herself smell that good, too. What a bitch!

I tried to probe her mind to see what her intentions were, but she had blocked me out there, too. She didn't block me the way my family would, either – by counting backwards from 50 in Swahili (Alice) or mentally dissembling a carburetor (Rosalie) or thinking of every nasty detail of a personal encounter with his spouse (Emmett and even occasionally Jasper) – no, this girl was giving me silence. Not quiet room silence. Post-atomic blast, ears ringing in your head, completely and painfully deaf silence. I didn't how she did that. I hadn't even known it could be done. And I was baffled at how she knew she had to do it to me.

What the hell? Who was this chick? It was like her main purpose was to intrigue, frustrate, and infuriate me.

Did she know who I was? Surely not; not unless she had a death wish. No one would tempt and anger a vampire like that. But maybe she wasn't all there; she thought she was invincible or she was suicidal or something. There were unsuspecting humans out there who were into vampirism... Maybe she was one of those people, and she thought it would be cool to be bitten, pretty little dribbles of blood running down her porcelain neck?

Okay, don't think about that.

I cast an eye over the girl. She didn't really seem gothic or anything. Maybe I was mistaken to assume it, but I kind of expected a girl into vampirism to wear a little more black lace or leather or something. Denim, not so much. But, as I looked her over, that maddening pink returned to her cheeks. I could feel the heat of it radiating to my cold skin, could smell a new wave of her impossibly delicious scent. Yeah, she had to be doing that on purpose.

By the end of class, I was madder than hell. I didn't even want to talk to her if she was gonna be like that. Alice could just change her mind back. I was leaving the new girl alone. I stormed out a little too quickly, considering my natural tendency toward speed and my classmates' complete lack of it. But at least I saved them the sight of Bella's untimely demise.

Someone really should thank me for that kind of shit. Breaking my back, here!