Chapter 4

First Sight

"What the hell, who keeps calling?" I got off my bed to check who keeps calling my caller ID read Jake. I picked it up, "What do you want? It's three in the morning!" I basically half mumbled half screamed, " are you done? " not in the mood to argue with him I stayed quiet, "good, don't go to school tomorrow, actually its better if you register for school here on the reservation. I'll call Charlie in the morning." I didn't reply because I was seriously waiting for the punch line, "Is this a joke? Are you on something? If you are call me when you sober it up." "Isabella the kids starting tomorrow are vampires. Remember the story about the treaty my gran father made with the vampires that drink from animals." "What about them?" "Well it's the same family, the same Cullen's" "but I thought they're supposed to be good, they don't drink human blood." "It doesn't matter they're still a bunch of leeches, there is no such thing as a good vampires Bella." "There is no way I'm coming to school on the reservation, I don't want to have to leave my house an hour earlier. Most likely I won't even have class with any of them, I'm hanging up." "Bells, I'm coming tomorrow," he hung up the phone. Now I was fuming, I understand he was worried, but there was something besides waking up an hour early that's stopping me from going to school on the reservation. I can't explain this sense of anticipation coursing through me.

Jacobs's call was intended to alarm me but instead created a fortified sense of zeal. Besides the unknown anticipation that has been coursing through me, now I'm excited. Maybe I'll finally reach a conclusion of what I am exactly by observing them.

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I was sitting in my first class AP English, we were discussing the plot for War and Peace, I read that book when I was six. So as Ms. Clark was lecturing there was a knock on the door, Ms. brought one of the new students in, and I can smell the difference between humans and the vampire standing in front of the class. Just like that day in the woods when Jacob and me encountered the vampire in the woods, my instincts automatically came to the forefront. I was on defense I had the urge to hiss. Its in this moment that I realize that no matter how much I pretend to be like everyone else, it will always be a façade; I Isabella Swan am not human.

The vampire introduced her self as Alice Cullen. All the sudden she froze she looked me straight in the eye so quick no human in the class would have noticed, and then she fell to what seemed like a trance. It lasted five seconds before she shook her from what she made seem like an eerie thought, but I couldn't help but observe the way she looked. She looked like Whippi Golbert in the movie Ghost, but she still looked unnerved as if she's seen something alarming. She sat to my right, and throughout class she kept looking at me like I was a puzzle she was trying to figure out. While everyone in the class kept sending notes to each other, the girls were already calculating how much of a threat she was too the their already low self-esteem.

I was observing the class that I was surprised when I realized Alice was trying to get my attention; I tilted my head toward her to see what she needs. She asked me for a pen glancing her way I could tell she probably had one in her bag. She seemed to want to get a really good look at me, and I had seen her even sniffing. Oh my god, maybe she can tell I'm different. I was intent on coming today and observing them, that I forgot that I was different.

Once the bell rang, I ran to the parking lot I got in my truck and drove to the reservation. I texted Angela and Mary to let them know that I left early, I told them my head hurts.

I was crossing the boundary line when I caught sight of Paul in wolf form. I stopped the truck and parked it in the side of the road. I started running he looked curious, "do I smell different? Is it obvious that I'm different?" I was desperate I needed to know, we never discussed how I was different. It was like the taboo and the fact that Jacob can always hear what they are thinking. Me and Paul always had a competitive friendship since he became a wolf, we love to bet and compete almost on everything. So he was stunned to see me so serious with tears coming down my face, I don't know why I was so emotional.

I ended up staying on the reservation for two days; I was driving back to Forks with Jacob in the passenger seat. They were meeting with the Cullens in two days to discuss the treaty. Jacob is sleeping over tonight; tomorrow night the town is having a gathering to welcome the new family to town. From what Angela and Mary have told me the girl's names are Alice and Rosalie, the guys are Emmet and Jasper. Jessica had found out that they moved from Alaska and that they are dating each other. I had heard of Rosalie and Emmet because they were both included in the treaty that must mean that they are all mated. Alice and Jasper must be new to their coven; Angela said that Rosalie is out of this world gorgeous.

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I decided since all the vampires are going to be in the little soiree the town is throwing for them that its the perfect time to go for a run. Its the only time I can be sure the woods are clear of the new family, the whole get together is an excuse for the town to gawk at the whole family without it be rude. So I decided its better if I don't go. Since I changed my mind last minute I was still wearing my blue dress up to my knees. I just changed my flats to converse, put on a light sweater, and put my long hair in a ponytail. Renee had even put eyeliner on me; she was a little disappointed when I changed my mind.

I went out the back door and headed towards my meadow. I began Running through the familiar woods it always gives me a sense of freedom I started getting closer to the meadow I picked up a scent like nothing I had ever smelled before. I heard a sound that seemed to be emancipating from deep within me like I was purring, the scent was intoxicating I felt like something was fluttering in my stomach making tighten with anticipation. Maybe I'm getting sick, but I have never even gotten sick before. My knees felt like Jell-O and I was breathing hard like I was panting. What's wrong with me? When I made it to the entrance of the meadow, I realized I wasn't alone. There was a boy who looked a year or two older then me. He had bronze hair, every part of him looked sculptured, his feature were so angler, even in my wildest dreams I couldn't conjure something so perfect. I was so lost in his feature that I didn't realize he was looking around as if he felt the same pull I was feeling, as he stared at the place I was hidden behind the branches I could see his irises getting darker and darker before my eyes. His eyes went from topaz to completely black before my eyes. I tried to remain unseen because he was definitely a vampire.

A cold wind blew towards him surrounding him with my scent. I could see his nostrils greedily taking in it all in, he closed his eyes as if he was getting pleasure simply from my scent. I took a step back and all the sudden he growled so loudly that had I not been there to witness it I would not have believed that such a sound can come out of him. His growl didn't make me afraid, The unnatural animal instinct that was embedded in me understood. He was the lion and I was his lioness. His eyes were so intense, unwavering but I got the sense that was his character. Everything about him exuded power and confidence. All the sudden he snapped out of the trance and tilted his head to the side as if trying to listen to something. Even though he could not see me he was aware of me as I was aware of him.

All the sudden he was standing so close his body so close that I let out a whimper. He was fast too fast. Everything was so intense, he was making sounds that was animal-like intended to let me know he would not harm me. He made the same keening noise once more, and I whimpered by my ferocious need to touch this man. It went beyond the realms of what was normal, regardless I was not normal. His eyes snapped to where I was he moved the branches and for the first time our eyes met. I felt as if someone punched me in the stomach. He was too beautiful; I was completely hypnotized by his beauty. Standing their before him I cannot comprehend why he was looking at me in such a way, as if he was regarding me as I was regarding him. I might be pretty by human standard but I can accept that me and him were spheres away in regards to physical beauty.

I felt his eyes penetrating me. "You exist" he marveled I could only nod like a fish out of water. There was barely any space between us but I wanted to be even closer. He tilted his head to the side again but his features changed to one of frustration. Seeing the clear indication of frustration my hand automatically want to his face in hope of comforting him. He brought his face more into my hand, and the electricity that was ever present seemed to erupt. I whimpered again, upon hearing that his eyes snapped to inspect whether I was in pain concern etched his features. Because deep in my core even if my human senses refuse to accept a notion so outlandish, but the animalistic gene that resonates in me recognizes that I was his and he was mine.

He took my hand gently as if I was made of glass and interlaced it with his. For the first time in my life the puzzle felt complete he took me to the center of the meadow and we both just sat there. Sometimes his nose would skim my neck and he would let out what sounded like a purr. He seemed like a man that never lets his guard down, his whole persona exuded confidence. When his nose skimmed my neck I couldn't help closing my eyes, my hand want straight to his hair in hopes of keeping him trapped, and my body arched without my control. He let a growl out, and were both breathing heavily, he finally tried to rain himself in by only holding my hand and putting some space between us. It seemed as difficult for him as it was for me. "Forgive my forwardness I seem incapable of control, my name is Edward. My I receive the pleasure of knowing your name?" he had a guilty face when he spoke as if he could not believe his own actions "Isabella, but please call me Bella. Did you say your name is Edward, as in Edward Cullen?" I was trying to focus but his proximity was making it difficult. "Yes, my I ask how is it that you have such knowledge, and how are you blocking me?" "Blocking you?" "I can not seem to read your mind. I have the ability to read minds amongst other things, but yours is completely silent to me." The whole conversation was simple questions and answers; yet he was staring at me so intensely that I felt like I was going to start hyperventilating. He was so gorgeous and reminded me of the only character I ever had a crush on Mr. Darcy, but my imaginary Darcy could never compare to the real life Darcy present before me. Nevertheless the man in front of me has bewitched me, I was afraid to close my eyes because of fear he might disappear. Remembering his question made me freeze, he was a vampire. If the pack finds out they'll come after him. "I must go" "What? Did I offend you?" "No, I'm late and my parents will wonder about my whereabouts," he leaned to put a hair that had gotten loose from my ponytail behind my ear causing a shudder to rip through my body. Involuntary I leaned into him, but truth of the matter is I wanted latch my lips on to his and have him consume me. I had never had feelings for any male I had ever met, and in the course of several hours I've experienced more emotions then I ever had in the span of my life. "May I escort you home?" I could only nod like an idiot, he must think I missing a couple of brain cells. He held my hand and we started walking just enjoying the electricity coursing through me.

He started asking wether I had siblings, my favorite books, music, and friends. "Well actually to answer you question from before I knew your name because I was raised a Quilette. Your meeting with the pack tomorrow, I guess their my siblings." I didnt realize he stopped walking, he just stared at me like he was going over what I had said. "You.. youre a Quilette" "technically no, but Billy the tribe leader is my dad's best friend." He simply gave me a nod to let me know he was listening and we resumed our walk.

The rest of the journey was quite he no longer held my hand; I felt a huge lump in my throat. He must hate the Quilette's, they are mortal enemies from what Jacob had described. He probably wants nothing to do with me. I could see my house now. "This is my house" I pointed, his face remained stoic. "Bye" was the only I could say. When I was about to walk away he took a step forward, but then stopped himself and simply gave me a nod and disappeared in the forest.