Plot belongs to gaara king of the sand. Twilight belongs to SM.

So, again its almost four here. XD Whoops, but it's alright this time cause I was asleep all day yesterday. But I do have to get up at eight tomorrow cause I'm going to comic con. :) It's probably gonna end up being the weirdest day of my life. XD Oh no.

Enjoy! :D

I breath a small sigh of relief. Thank God. I'm not sure why, but that colour... It just seems safe. It's Carlisle and Esme Cullen's eye colour. It Emmett Cullen's eye colour (I don't know him well, but he seems nice). It may also be Rosalie and Edward Cullen's eye colour, but I don't think they would ever even try to hurt me, no matter what my brain is trying to make me think I saw in the woods on the day of my injury.

Almost immediately after I've registered the eye colour, I slump down in the seat in the seat across from him. "You seem relieved," He says, his words rife with doubt while he eyes me cautiously. "Why is that?"

"Your eyes," I murmur in reply, waving in his direction. "I just..."

He sits up straighter in his seat, shock marring his expression. "You've seen this colour before?"

I nod, leaning towards him. "Yeah. There's like... A whole family with that eye colour down where I live."

Several emotions I can't comprehend pass across his face. "Did I hear you right? A family?" He demands. I nod. "How many?"

"Seven," I reply, confused by the question. But by the look on his face after I've answered, 'Seven' must mean a great deal to him.

"Seven?!" He repeats, raising his eyebrows. Again, I simply nod. Then he silently sits back in his chair and looks down at the floor, or his shoes, I can't tell. Suddenly, after an agonising few minutes, he chuckles lowly, and shakes his head. "Let me guess..." He whispers. "Last name Cullen?"

"Yeah," I say, surprised. "How did you know?"

"What are their names?" He asks, instead of asking my question. I stay silent. "Names," He hisses after a moment, and I roll my eyes.

"No need to get aggressive," I mutter, and his eyebrows disappear into his hairline. "Well, there's Dr Cullen and his wife, Esme, and their five children, Emmett, Alice, Jasper, Rosalie and Edward. They're all adopted. The youngest, Edward and Alice, are about my age."

"Ah," He breathes out, cocking his head to the side and watching me carefully. I stare straight back. "Dr Cullen... First name Carlisle?"

I smile, shaking my head slightly. "You've met, then?"

"Once," He whispers. "A very, very long time ago."

I sigh in annoyance. "What's that supposed to mean? You're in your early twenties, Dr Cullen's in his early thirties. If you've met before it can't have been that long ago."

Tom smirks at me as if I'm stupid. I grit my teeth. "You don't understand," He tells me simply. "You could never understand."

"When did you meet?"

"If I told you-"

"When?" I press, slamming my hand down on the table.

He purses his lips, eyeing me dubiously. "Fine," Tom finally concedes. "I met Carlisle Cullen around a century and a half ago."

My mouth drops open, as I can't tell if he's joking. If he is... He's weirder than I thought. If he isn't...

Well, let's just say it explains a lot.

"What?" Is my final, well thought out, articulate response.

"You heard me," He hisses back, lowering his voice to a whisper. "You know what I said."

I shake my head, forcing myself to not look at him; to not make eye contact. "It's impossible," I mutter, finally, but even I can hear the doubt in my voice; I'm such a hypocrite. Hear I am, the girl who can see anybody's future, telling someone that something is impossible. I, of all people, should know by now that anything is possible.

"Do you really believe that?" He challenges, and I give him a withering look. That is the only answer I will give. Tom chuckles quietly. "Really? You don't have anymore questions?" He asks mockingly. I sink in my seat, once again looking away from him. "No more objections?"

"Actually," I finally say, sitting up and looking him straight in the eye. "I do have a few questions."

"Then ask them."

"How old are you?"

"Old."

"When were you born?"

"A long time ago."

"When was Carlisle Cullen born?"

"Ask him yourself."

"Have you met any of the other Cullens?"

"What do you think?"

"What are you?"

"Ha! Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Yes, that's why I asked. Why are you such an ass?"

He raises an eyebrow instead of replying, inhaling deeply. For a moment he is silent, before he nods to himself and looks straight into my eyes. "You don't need to know who I am, Bella," He tells me softly, gently, like he cares all of a sudden. "It's dangerous."

"Exactly!" I hiss, keeping my voice low as a couple enters the coffee shop and the one worker eyes us warily. "I need to know to keep Louise safe. I can see that you love her, but if it's dangerous, you won't want to put her in that danger, will you?"

Tom sighs, placing his head in his hands. "You're right, surprisingly," He tells me, and I roll me eyes. "I want to tell her, for I can hardly bear to keep a secret from her, but to tell her would put her in danger, and she does not deserve that. She has never deserved that."

"Tell me what it is," I implore, almost reaching forward to take his hand, but I restrain myself. "And I will tell her, if it would pain you to do so."

"I can't," He whispers, eyes shifting towards the couple and worker. "It would put both our lives in great danger."

"Would it really?" I ask. "Or is it just a matter of the wrong people finding out I know? Because I wouldn't tell anyone. I promise."

"How do I know that?" He challenges, and rightly so. We only met yesterday. "Maybe I can trust you now, but how do I know that the moment I tell you you won't go running to the authorities? I mean for God's sake Louise told me your father is the chief of police!"

I sigh, placing my head in my hands. "Then answer a few questions, please?"

"Sure," He nods, leaning back in his seat.

I choose my first question carefully. "Why did you try to convince me you don't sparkle like that?"

He looks up at the ceiling, a pondering look in his eyes. Finally, he answers, but he doesn't look back down. "I can hypnotise people," Is his easy answer, and my mouth drops open. He looks at me then, and smiles slightly at my expression. "But for some reason it doesn't work on you. That's why you can see me sparkle."

"And why Louise can't," I finish for him. "Why do you sparkle?"

He just shrugs. "It's what happens when I go into the sun."

I nod, as nothing seems to surprise me at this point. The silence is defeaning for a moment, and I get lost in my thoughts. So when the worker comes up to us and asks if we're actually going to order something, I practically fall out my seat. "Uh, yeah. A hot chocolate."

"Same," Tom says, not looking away from me with laughter in his eyes. "We'll come and get them in a minute."

"Don't bother," Says the worker. "No one's here. I'll bring them to you." Then he walks away, but he's back within five minutes, two hot chocolates in hand.

"Thanks," I smile, taking mine from him. Tom doesn't say anything, and the worker practically runs away.

I spend the next ten minutes looking out the window, slowly drinking the hot drink. As I look over I realise Tom hasn't touched his. "You going to drink that?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. He chuckles, shaking his head.

"I prefer animals," He tells me. "Well... Only the stuff that keeps them alive."

I nod, having no idea what he means. Then my phone vibrates, and I pull it out to find a text from my mum, telling me to come home. I look back up at Tom with a sigh. "I have to go," I tell him, standing. He nods, and waves, but does not do anything else as I walk away.

As I walk to the door I begin thinking of everything he has told me. He sparkles... In the sun... Which is weird. He can hypnotise people, and has been hypnotising Louise. He only eats what keeps animals alive... Their hearts, maybe? No, because that's not that weird. They sell animal hearts and brains at supermarkets... What else keeps animals alive? Oxygen? No, he can't eat oxygen. What else keeps them alive..?

It comes to me just as I step outside. It's cooler now, but it's not the temperature that makes me freeze. I know what else keeps them alive.

Blood.

I turn to go back inside, but as I look through the window all I see is an empty table. Tom is already gone.

And he's a vampire. I'm sure of it.

Even though my mum has just texted me telling me to come home, I find myself running to Louise's house. She visited John today, so I'm sure she won't be in the best mood with me, but she has to know.

Whether or not she'll believe me is another issue altogether.

As I run I again think over every new piece of information with an even more critical eye than before now that I know what he is, or now that I've guessed at least. He can hypnotise people, and he admitted to hypnotising Louise. Who knows, maybe it wasn't just the sparkling he was hypnotising her about? Maybe he hypnotised her into thinking she loved him? Maybe he hypnotised John into cheating on her? Maybe, and Dear God I hope not, but maybe this golden-eyed kindness is all just a facade, and he is just waiting for the right time to strike?

These questions destroy me.

As it grows slightly darker, I begin to see shadows where there aren't any. I hear voices in the whispers of the breeze. I see a golden-eyes figure running next to me, in front of me... Attacking me. For some reason, as I run, I can't help but feel that someone's eyes are on me, watching my every movement with an unwanted interest. I try to dispel these thoughts, but it becomes increasingly difficult. My steps feel too heavy; sound too loud; feel too painful. The sky is too dark, and yet the lowering sun still seems too bright, the golden-orange rays reminding me too much of the colour I desperately want to forget, but will probably definitely see again before this trip is over, and will have to go home to soon. As my thoughts suffocate me, I become worried I'll trip, but for some reason the thoughts are what keep me steady. I have to get to Louise, and spilling my blood doesn't seem safe right now.

Once I reach her house, I see that her parents' car is gone, so they've probably gone out. But the light for her room is on, so I assume that she, at least, is home. I bang on the door, and when she doesn't answer I simply hold my finger on the doorbell, so it rings continually. Even through the front door I can hear the shrill sound. After a few moments, the door finally swings open. "Not interested," Is her immediate reply when she sees me, trying to close the door again, but I stop it with my foot, wincing in pain.

"I need to tell you something," I say urgently, pushing the door open again. "Please, just listen to me and I'll go."

She doesn't invite me inside, opting instead to lean against the door frame and folding her arms. "Fine, tell me," She says coldly, and I can tell that her visit to John has not gone well.

"Tom's a vampire," I say bluntly, waiting for her reaction.

As I expected she would, she laughs, throwing her head back before fixing me with a cold look. "What the Hell is wrong with you, Bella? First you want me to forgive the guy who cheated on me, and now you're trying to tell me my boyfriend - who I love very much, by the way - is a vampire?! What's wrong with you?!"

"I didn't ask you to forgive him!" I splutter, that part being the only part that properly registered in my brain. "I asked you to see him. He cheated on you, I get that, so he doesn't deserve your forgiveness. I just wanted him to see you so he wouldn't kill himself! And I'm not lying!"

"So Tom told you he's a vampire?" She asks sceptically, amusement dancing through her eyes.

"No," I tell her and she rolls her eyes. I glare at her. "But he did tell me that he can hypnotise people. He's been hypnotising you."

"You're insane," She says, trying to shut the door again. This time, I don't have time to stop it, but I do cry out in shock when a white hands stops the door from closing instead, and as relieved as I am to see it, as it's owner will convince Louise that I'm not mad, I flinch at the sight of it. "Tom," Louise breaths, but he stops her from continuing.

"Bella's right," He says, and even my eyes widen, as I still doubted myself, even at this point. "She's right. I'm a vampire, and I have been hypnotising you."

Louise looks at me before looking back at Tom. She takes a step back from him, and he steps towards her. "Stay away from me," She says, almost running backwards. "Stay away!"

"But I only hypnotised you to make you think I wasn't sparkling. I never hypnotised you to do anything, or to love me. I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't hurt you," He says with a pleading tone.

I place a hand on his shoulder. It's marble hard and cold as ice. The moment he feel my touch he turns, looking at me with pleading eyes. "Tell her," He implores. "I'm like the Cullens. You know I won't hurt her."

I nod at him, as I can see quite clearly that he loves her, and even if 'being like the Cullens' doesn't mean what I think it does, then it won't matter, as he won't hurt her, at least. "Louise," I turn to my best friend. "It's okay, he won't hurt you."

"How do you know?!" She shrieks. "He's a blood sucking demon! He eats people!"

"I don't!" He cries, looking more hurt than I have ever seen anyone look. "I only drink animal blood! I don't hurt humans!"

"How can I believe you?!" She hisses, grabbing a lamp off the small table in the hall and thrusting it at him as he takes another step into the house. I step in after him and close the door behind me, to keep the neighbours away.

To my surprise, Tom hesitates before answering, and turns to me. As he looks into my eyes the words 'I'm like the Cullens' rings through my mind, fresh, as if he had said them to me in that moments, and not a few moments before. And then the words 'I prefer animals' hits me like a ton of bricks. "He doesn't eat people," I say lowly, but confidently. "He eats animals. Animal blood."

She lowers the lamp slightly, breathing heavily, her eyes darting back and forth between us. "How can you be sure?" She finally whispers, looking frightened.

"There's a family like him," I tell her, taking a step forward. "Down in Forks. There haven't been any people going missing down there, and not nearly enough in Seattle for a family of seven vampires." I'm not sure about this, so I look to Tom for confirmation. He nods, and I sigh in relief.

"You live with seven vampires?" Louise demands, looking horrified.

"Near," I correct. "And they haven't hurt me, or anyone. In fact, one of them's a doctor."

She lowers the lamp fully now, her eyes wide. "Maybe we should talk," Tom suggests, stepping towards her. This time, she does not back away, choosing instead to simply nod breathlessly. I follow them as Tom guides her into the kitchen, reaching out to her and then looking hurt when she bats him away. I just shake my head at him sadly.

Once we're seated at the table, a glass of water in hand, Tom turns to the both of us. "Alright," He breaths, looking apprehensive. "What do you want to know?"