This will be the last time I make you guys wait so long for an update. The plot doesn't belong to me. Nor does Twilight.

Enjoy the chapter.

Edward's POV

Bella...

There's something about her. I can't place it. Jasper thinks it's because I can't read her mind. Emmett thinks it's because it's harder to resist her than any human I have ever met. They're wrong. I know they're wrong. I just don't know how. I don't know why.

Bella is different in every way possible. She is intriguing. She avoids us, but not like the other humans who do is instinctively. She does is because she wants to. She does it because she knows something is different, but she's not afraid.

Bella's not like other girls. She's unpredictable. She's genuine. She's beautiful.

"Hey Ed," Emmett says as he sits next to me. We're in a random clearing in the middle of the forest. "Thought you were hunting."

I shrug. "I wasn't in the mood."

He nods, staring into the trees in front of us. After a moment, he speaks. "Sorry 'bout Rosie earlier. She just doesn't want Bella to be dragged into anything."

"I know," I murmur, staring down at my shoes. "I don't either. But..."

"But you can't let her go," He finishes for me, inhaling deeply. "I get it."

"Do you?" I ask, somewhere between sarcastic and sad. "I don't."

Emmett smiles softly, a far cry from his usual grin. "You will. In time. Just wait."

He inhales again, and as I breathe in I catch the scent of a herd of deer. He gives me one last smile, pats me on the back and goes running after them. I look back down at my shoes. Alice says we won't be able to go back to school for a few more days. I'm not sure I can wait that long to see her.

I only go back home a few hours later. Everyone is there, and Esme looks up at me as I walk in, her expression somewhere between worried ecstatic. They're all blocking me, and I don't know why. I can't bring myself to care.

"Son." It's Carlisle's voice. I look up to see him standing on the stairs. "Would you come up and talk with me for a bit?"

I nod, and he disappears back into his office. I follow, and as I do the rest of the family stands and begin to make their way out of their house. So Carlisle planned this. Super.

"What did you want to talk about?" I ask as I close his office door behind me. He only smiles and gestures for me to sit in the armchair in front of his desk while he sits in his chair behind the desk, all the while repeating the English national anthem in his head. I raise my eyebrow but otherwise comply without complaint.

"Bella," He finally answers to my question. I sigh and settle back into the chair, looking up at the ceiling. It still has the cracks where Emmett took the top off a wooden box a little too enthusiastically. I wonder if Esme has noticed yet. SHe should have; we've been living here for three years. But she had just painted the office when it happened so Carlisle went to great lengths to make sure she didn't notice without actually repairing the damage. I can only imagine she hasn't noticed for if she had it would have been fixed. She takes pride in her home. Finally, I look back down at Carlisle, my expression bored.

"What about her?" I ask, although I know full well what about her. I really should have hunted while I was out. I'm getting annoyed way too easily.

My father raises an eyebrow at my attitude but doesn't question it. After a moment he looks down at the ancient book open on his desk and carefully places the gold ribbon attached to the spine down the middle of it to mark his page. As he closes the book a cloud of dust rises about his face, coating his shoulders and arms. A human wouldn't notice it, however as a vampire I can't help but to.

He takes his time to speak, and when it does he hasn't thought it through enough. He has nothing to say. Well, no, actually he has a lot to say. He doesn't have the words to say it, not yet. "Edward..." Is all he can get out before falling back into thought. I block him to give him his privacy. However I can still hear it, and I know if I think back on this moment I will be able to remember what he was thinking in that moment if I chose (as I am choosing now) to ignore his thoughts. "What are your intentions towards Bella?" Is his first question, and it confuses me. I think about going back and examining his thoughts from the past minute or so, but instead I just leave it and ask a question of my own.

"My intentions?"

"Yes, Edward," He says, leaning forward at the desk slightly, staring at me intently. "Your intentions. What do you intend to do? Be her friend? Do you intend to stay by her until he have to move?"

Having heard so many dull, exciting, boring, witty and a whole plethora of other thoughts in my long lifetime, I am rarely one to be lost for words. But as I open my mouth to reply to my father, I find that I am now. With Bella... I hadn't thought of my intentions. She intrigues me, and when I'm around her I find that her glorious scent, her unpredictability, her kind heart and my own masochistic curiosity of her clouds all else. Even when I am not with her, I think of her and I wonder if she thinks of me. I wonder what she is doing and whether or not she is safe. I wonder if she will have a new bruise next time I see her, but that is about as far into the future as I go.

Where will Bella and I be in five years? Will I have found that in truth she is just as self centred and vain as the rest of Forks High School? Will I have been her friend and then simply have moved on after graduating that awful institution? Will she be dead? Murdered in a dark alley? Fallen down the stairs and hit her head? Killed in a freak weather incident?

And if that happens... If in five years she is dead... Where will I be? Will I be here sobbing my heart out to my parents? Will I care? Will I mourn her? Will I grieve for the rest of my existence?

Or will I run to the Volturi and beg to be executed? Will I be the one who killed her? Will I set fire to myself? Will I feel guilt?

Even the smell of her blood makes my every instinct sing with anticipation. I can only imagine the taste. Supposedly (or, at least according to Emmett who unfortunately has experience in this) the taste is ten times better than the smell. If the taste of her blood is really that good then I cannot see myself feeling any amount of guilt.

But if the thought of the taste of her blood makes me tense, the thought of killing her makes me tense in a different way. The thought of killing her makes me want to kill myself, even though it is blatantly only a thought. I have no idea what's going to happen in the future, but at this point I can't imagine a future without Bella in it, dead or otherwise.

Were I human, I would label this feeling as love. But, I am not human. And vampires love differently. This feeling is merely infatuation, and once I have discovered the secrets hidden inside her silent mind, and have grown accustomed to her scent, the infatuation will go away. She will live a long, normal, happy human life, and I will go back to my lonely existence.

Who needs intentions?

Hardly any time has passed. Carlisle has only just closed his mouth after asking his question. Sometimes being a vampire isn't too bad. Conversations like this are a lot quicker.

"I don't see us anywhere," I reply to Carlisle at last, and he looks surprised, and slightly worried. I don't understand why. I am still blocking him, although it appears that isn't necessary as his mind is carefully blank. "This is just an infatuation that will go away. It's too dangerous for me to be around her. And there's nothing wrong with her being my friend at this point. It's to late for her to notice me not ageing, and she doesn't like it here. She doesn't like rain. She'll probably go back to Arizona for University, and I'll say I got accepted to one in England, or even Washington University. We'd be in completely separate places; it wouldn't be unusual if we just lost touch. Plus, Alice seems to like her, and I think Rosalie does too to en extent. But other than that - and that's something that doesn't seem very likely - I don't see this going anywhere."

Carlisle sighs, looking down at the closed book. He seems exasperated, and the only I can hear from his mind is seventies music, so I block him immediately. "Son," He says after a moment, stopping - once again - to gather his thoughts. I wait patiently, shifting my weight in the chair. "I want you to think..." Again he stops, and I know he's going to continue, but this conversation is weighing on me, so almost sarcastically, even though I know he can't hear me, I begin to think. I think about how as a human his hair seemed almost dull, but then when I was a vampire I couldn't look at him for a week because it was like looking at the sun. I think about how the ceiling does actually really need to be fixed. I think about how Emmett will probably start some sort of argument and or wrestling match with Jasper before the day is done and how Esme keeps thinking about how she wants to make Rosalie apologise to me and Carlisle but doesn't know how to go about the subject. I think - "I want you to think about how Bella makes you fell." Carlisle interrupts my thoughts. He has interrupted his own order, but he has no idea I follow it so I think over his new words and take the new order to heart.

I nod at him, and stare down at my lap. My hands grip the arm of the armchair tighter, my fingers squealing against the leather. Carlisle winces. I pay him no mind.

How does Bella make me feel? Well, there a lot of answers to that. Annoyed, curious, happy (in a weird way I guess), infuriated at times, sad at others... Frustrated is a big one. And not the for the first I'm glad that Emmett isn't the telepathic one in the family because if he had heard that thought I'd be getting a lecture about the different kinds of frustrated and the one he thinks Bella is making me feel. At which point I would deck him and Carlisle would make me go hunting with him to cool down.

But I like the fact Bella makes me frustrated. I like the fact that there is someone out there who is above my gift, who defies all odds. Who defies a vampire. I like the fact she makes me sad and happy and curious and angry because some of those are things I haven't felt in so long and I almost feel human. I like being around her; I like the way I feel around her; I like her. I'm just not sure to what degree yet.

I'm not sure I 'like like' her as some of the girls at school would put it. As a vampire I certainly wouldn't put it that way, as for a vampire there is no crush. There is loneliness and then love. It's soul binding and scary and it changes you in ways you never imagined. I have never experienced such things myself but when you live with three perfectly matched couples you pick on things, especially when the resident empath begins spewing love at you every time he sets eyes in his mate. I like things about her. I like her hair. I like her face. I like her personality, which, as her personality is, essentially, her, I guess means I like her as a person, and not just a potential meal.

But there's also something around her that I feel every time I'm around her, and every time I think of her. I don't know what it is but it settles in my heart and doesn't let go until hours after. It's strange. It's different. It's new. It's scary. It's sort of exciting. It's-

Oh god.

I know.

I stand up abruptly, and my chairs moves, dangerously close to falling over. Carlisle looks up at me in shock and confusion. I run a nervous hand through my hair and swallow roughly. "I can't do this," I manage to get out before I run from the office and fly down the stairs. Jasper stares at me as I leave and as I notice him I can only think of the thought I picked up from his mind. He knew what I was feeling. It doesn't even occur to me to ask why he's in the house while everyone has left, or to ask myself why I didn't notice him until now.

I only stop when I'm deep in the forest. I barely even notice that I end up sitting on the ground, slumped against the tree and breathing as if I actually need to breathe. What I was feeling... What Jasper realised what I was feeling... I don't like it. Well, I don't really know how I feel about, but I don't like what it might mean, because I was feeling hope.

Hope.

Sorry if Edward was a little OOC. I liked writing this one, because Edward over thinks everything. Despite that it was still a little shorter than usual, but I think Edward wouldn't have looked into this, more ignored it or asked Jasper about it, and I have ideas for that to go in the next chapter. Hope you guys enjoyed it.

P.S. If this was depressing (or more depressing) than I usually write than I'm sorry. Some stuff happened and I think it's chanelling. XD