Guys I'm sorry I didn't update earlier today - But I do have a valid excuse. I spent the day in London where I went to King's Cross Station (with the Platform 9 and 3/4 Shop, where I got a Platform badge and a HufflePuff badge) and I also went to a huge Foyles shop where I got Quidditch Through The Ages and all the Harry Potter books in paper back (the covers are beautiful O.o) and I also went to see Les Miserables in the West End. But unfortunately someone was hit by a train earlier in the day so there were huge delays and loads of cancellations. Fortunately, my train was not cancelled and only delayed by an hour and a half. Not that bad if you have Wifi (which I didn't, so it was actually really boring).
So! Uh, anyway, plot belongs to gaara kind of the sand; and Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. Enjoy the chapter! :)
That is similar to the AN I wrote last Wednesday. However, just before I was about to upload the chapter loads of flashing adverts appeared all over all the tabs and I basically went 'shit, no.' and shut down my computer without saving the chapter, and so everything was lost. For about two days I contemplated what to do as I was afraid to turn on my laptop. Then on Saturday I was woken up early by my mother telling me that my father would be picking me up soon so we could get our flight to Paris. In the half an hour I had before he arrived I tried to rewrite the chapter on the Wattpad app to copy and paste into an existing file on fanfiction. I don't usually like to write on the Wattpad app because it has no word count or spell check. I barely managed to write 500 words. And so when I got WIFI at Heathrow airport I was desperately trying to update before my flight, which clearly didn't happen. And then imagine my horror when I found there was no WIFI in Paris. I went for my cousin's Christening, so I didn't have much time to update even if I did have WIFI. I was meant to fly back today, but unfortunately my plane has been cancelled and I'm not getting another one until Saturday. When I was told I said some very choice words and begged my father to drive me to the airport, where I knew I could get WIFI. So now I'm sitting in the airport car park trying to rewrite everything. XD That was really long, I'm sorry. It's basically just an explanation on why this chapter might be crappier and shorter than usual - but I am seriously doing my best. Plus the poll is on for another chapter and it is actually showing on my profile now. XD Whoops. Enjoy.
No matter how hard I try, I can't get the Phoenix out of my head.
Sometimes, when I think about the Supernatural world, and how I am now a part of it (and due to my power was probably always a part of it), I begin to panic. But then the Phoenix song begins playing somewhere in the recesses of my mind, the memory of it calming me almost as much as the actual thing did when I first heard it. Something, something I can't determine, fills me with a sense of peace about myself. That maybe I'm not inherently evil because of my gift. Maybe it is actually a gift, and not the curse I have labelled it as.
I think about talking to Tom. A part (a steadily growing part) of me wants to talk to the Cullens, but I don't know how to go about it. Edward has spoken to me more than once, but Rosalie always drags me away. I thought about trying to stop her, but there's something intimidating about her that tells me she would rip my face off if I laid a hand on her... Or she just wouldn't listen to me and pull Edward away anyway. But still.
But then whenever I think about talking to Tom and asking him advice on how to approach a vampire, I think about how I defended him to Louise, and how I defended the Cullens to the Phoenix when she called them monsters. I realised that to approach them, or to even answer to Edward, I couldn't keep thinking of them as vampires. Vampires are associated with evil, which I have already defended the Cullens against. I need to just think of them as regular people, as best I can, and approach them as I do my friends.
"Hello," Edward greets as he usually does as he sits next to me in Biology. He turns his face away as he sits down, and as I glance at him I find a small amount of hurt showing between his brows as I once again don't answer him. For some reason it sends a stab of pain through my heart. I try to correct it.
"Hi," I whisper, suddenly shy. He turns to me slowly and his lips twitch into a small smile.
"Hello," He repeats, his smile widening slightly.
"Hello," I repeat again, laughing lightly. We are quite early toclass, and the others are just starting to trickle in. He laughs as well.
"What have I done to deserve the honour of your company today?" He says it so formally, so gentlemanly that I wonder what time he was human in. Possibly the Victorian era, but depending on how well he conforms to society as it changes he could have been changed centuries ago.
"I was seated next to you when I joined the school," I tease, smiling to let him know I'm not serious. He smiles a crooked smile back. "And you're always so poilte. I thought it was time I returned it."
"It's just a hello. It's common courtesy," He waves away the word I have appreciated for a long time.
"Exactly," I tell him, desperate to not let him wave away his own kindness as if it's nothing, even if the only way I can justify my own 'hello' is by doing just that. "It's common courtesy."
He smiles once again, as it had fallen during my explanation. "You know I never got to ask," He says. "What brought you to Forks in the first place?"
I shrug, awkwardly I might add. "My mum remarried." When I see that he's about to question me, I elaborate. "It's not that I don't like him; Phil's great. He's good for my mum, and loves her a lot. I just... I wanted to spend some time with my dad before graduation. I never realised how much I missed him." Edward nods, smiling reassuringly.
"I often find I miss Carlisle when he's away for an extended business trip. I especially miss him when he and Esme leave. Especially when they left us in the care off Emmett once, as he's the oldest. That was terrifying, and terrigyingly recent." He shudders, and clenches his eyes shut as if trying to dispel a horrifying memory.
I laugh quietly. "It can't have been that bad."
"It was," He implores, his eyes wide. "Believe me."
We're silent for a very short minute. Most of the class is here by now, but the teacher is not. "So how did you meet Carlisle and Esme? Were you in the foster system for long?"
"Not at all," He says nonchalontly. "Carlisle was my parent's - and mine - doctor. My mother asked Carlisle to take me in once I was better and they were dead, and of course naiive twenty-something Carlisle - who was unused to the death that accompanies his profession - assumed I would either die or one or both of them would get better. But I got better, they died, and he didn't know what to do. In the end he became my foster parent, and adopted me not soon after."
"Was he not with Esme then?" I inquire, immersed in the story that might not even be a lie. Who knows? Maybe 'adopted' is code for 'turned into a vampire'.
He shakes his head. "They had been childhood sweethearts, but split after going to different universities. They met again not long after he adopted me, and got married about a year later."
"That's lovely," I whisper, my eyes wide. This seems less likely to be true, but it doesn't feel like a lie. Perhaps it's just a spin on the truth.
"Yes," He agrees as the teacher enters the room. "There love is quite beautiful, as was their wedding." He chuckles lightly, and turns his attention to the front when the teacher calls for attention.
Throughout the lesson I find myself staring at him. I try to be stealthy about it, but by the way he smirks every time I look at him I can tell he knows and I'm not nearly as stealthy as I like to think I am. But then I comfort myself with the thought that if he's aware of my staring then he must be looking at me also.
After class we part ways to go to our respective lessons. Gym is, as usual, pure torture as I do have to participate now. But afterwards, I find Edward waiting for me outside the changing rooms. Lauren and Jess giggle at the sight of him, and Angela smiles at him politely. "Hello Angela," He says with a smile before turning to me. "Hello Bella."
Jessica and Lauren look scandalised that he doesn't say hello to them, and just as I'm about to open my mouth to say hello back, Mike comes out of the boys changing rooms. He looks around for a moment, but then his hopeful expression darkens into annoyance as he sees the four of us standing with Edward, but his expression lightens once again as he sees Lauren's and Jessica's put out expressions.
"Hi guys," He says cheerfully, coming to stand right in front of Edward. However Edward is taller than him, and so he simply looks down at the top of Mike's head with an amused expression.
"Hello Mike," He says, attempting to control his amusement but failing. A lot.
"Oh," Mike sniffs, barely turning around. "Hey Edward."
With another smirk, Edward steps to the side so he is standing beside Mike rather than behind him. "Bella," He says, once again formal. "I was wondering if I could accompany you to your locker?" He looks nervous, as if I'm going to say no. I did only start talking to him today, after all.
"Sure," I grin, stepping away from the group slightly. "I'll see you tomorrow guys," I call as I begin to walk.
Edward grins. He starts to walk with me. "Bye ladies," He drawls, winking at them. Jess and Lauren look ready to swoon, and Angela looks amused and dazzled. Mike just looks really annoyed.
"You didn't say goodbye to Mike," I chide him lightly, as we continue walking back to the main building.
He runs a hand through his hair. "Oh, I did." He winks. I laugh as I realise.
The halls are almost empty by the time we get to my locker. I take a quick look around as I open it. To my surprise Rosalie is nowhere in sight. Edward leans against the locker next to mine, watching me with what can only be described as a smouldering expression. "Will you stop trying to dazzle me?" I tease. "I get it. You're good looking."
Edward laughs again, the sound light and happy. "I'm surprised Rosalie hasn't turned up yet," He comments after a moment, looking down the hall. I nod in agreement as I continue to sort out my books. Just then I hear fast footsteps at the other end of the hall, and as I look up I find Edward looking at the source with an exasperated expression. I look over too, and I'm not surprised to find Rosalie rushing towards us with a murderous expression.
"Speak of the devil," I mutter, slinging my bag over my shoulder and closing my locker.
"And the devil shall appear," Edward finishes, pursing his lips.
"Haha," Rosalie snarls as she reaches us, seizing her brother's arm. "Nice try, employing Emmett to distract me." She turns to me, her expression not softening at all. "Sorry he's been bothering you."
Then she hauls him away. I can't help but grin at his expression. "See you tomorrow!" I call, and he smiles slightly, waving as she pulls him out the door.
The next day it's sunny. Which means no Edward. And unfortunately, according to the forecast, it's going to be sunny until the weekend. Great.
"Hey Bella." At least Angela says hello to me the next day. "How was your evening yesterday?"
"Good thanks," I smile at her; always grateful for her kindness. "I finally got that English paper out the way. How about you?"
She smiles at me. "Same. I finished an article about the school paper."
"What's it about?" I inquire, and she grins as she begins to explain, glad that someone is actually interested. And I am interested, I really am, it's just that when she begins to explain I hear my name being murmured not far away from where Angela are standing. I look over to find Jessica and Lauren looking at me with narrowed eyes. "...don't know why he thinks she's good enough..." I grit my teeth as I turn back to Angela. They're talking about me like I'm worthless. But a small smile twitches across my features as I imagine what they might be saying if they knew what Edward really is. Perhaps they wouldn't be so keen to be with him if they knew that.
"Sounds interesting," I say, as I my eyes flicker back to Angela once she has finished her explanation. She smiles widely.
"We should get to class," Jessica comments as they walk up to us. Lauren is glaring at me; I stare back with a blank expression. She looks away with a scowl after a moment, and I follow Jess and Ang to the main building.
As expected due to the sunny weather, the Cullens are nowhere in sight for the entire day, and I can't help but think that the reason Edward only waved at me yesterday was because he knew he wouldnt' be 'seeing me tomorrow'. `I wonder if he misses me, wherever he is, because I miss him, a bit more than I feel should.
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