A/N: So sorry for not writing for so long. I think you can keep those stakes and forks, because I'm finally writing now! Anyway, I just wanted to clear one things up. Read below for more information.

Me: Sniff (I had just received a flame) Why do people send flames to me?! I hate them!

Mini-Me: Now, now, you know you don't. You just hate the flamers. I know what it feels.

Me: You do? You felt as if you were crushed into a million pieces and your heart was breaking when you received those flames?

Mini-Me: Well…..Maybe, not as strong. But I did.

Me: Look. If you don't like the unicorn idea (most flames were about that), don't read it or send me a review telling me you don't like that. I'm definitely NOT going to change the whole thing just for you. And, if you can take vampires and werewolves, why not unicorns?

There, I'm done. Thanks for reading. I still CANNOT believe how many reviews I have gotten for just this story alone!

Oh, and I just listened to Cruella De Vil by Selena Gomez, and I have to admit, she's kinda good! I actually didn't like her for trying to replace Miley in the Disney World, but she's nice. Go check out her songs (and Miley's) on YouTube, you won't be disappointed, I promise. (Heck! I sound like a walking ad for Disney!)

Anyway, back to the story!

Chapter Ten: Edward's POV

I just stood there, motionless, staring at the dark-haired girl's violet eyes.

I knew she was a vampire, from her flawless white skin. But, other than that, she showed no other signs of being a vampire.

She wore no cloak, just typical horse racing attire, but it showed off quite a fair bit of her skin, and she wasn't sparkling!

And her eyes, why were they violet, instead of gold or even red?!

She looked sad, but then her expression changed and she looked livid now.

But, the thing about her which attracted me the most was her scent.

So floral, like Bella, my love's. Like freesia and lavender combined. It made me want to pull her in my arms and bury my head in her hair.

And also, I couldn't read her mind. Like Bella, I sighed.

I heard Jasper and Alice's train of thoughts somewhere in the back of my head. They, too had problems with using their powers on the girl.

Typical! Trust Alice to try and find out a stranger's future when she hadn't even spoken to her yet.

Come to think of it, she looked very much like Bella, but I had to remind myself like I had done earlier, Bella did not have black hair. And she was dead.

But a part of me still fought back, refusing to admit that that was the truth.

What about that scent yesterday, huh? That part of me said.

The logical, realistic side of me was screaming, Maybe it was just that girl!

Eager to win the other side that insisted that Bella was still alive and well. Yes, that was just it. No other reasons, right?

Upon closer inspection, I realized her hair was indeed dark. She had pulled her black red-streaked hair into a bun, and I could see it peeking out from under the helmet, due to the wind when she was racing.

It took me a moment to realize Emmett was poking me in the ribs.

"Dude, the winner reminds me of Be- her. And why the heck is she staring at you? Ooooh, she's actually kinda hot!" he said.

I blinked; it had been awhile since Emmett had made this kind of remarks. And he still sounded like a five-year-old child doing it too. I chuckled out loud.

And if Emmett's remark hadn't made Alice, Jasper and Rosalie's head turn, my chuckle did. They looked at me as if I had grown another head.

As if a string was pulling me towards her, I turned my head to look at the dark-haired beauty. Wait a minute; did I just call that stranger a beauty? No! I had never called anyone else but Bella a beauty, and knowing this fact, I immediately started to feel immensely guilty.

The dark-haired maiden, was riding on her white mare towards the winner's ring. Somehow, that mare seemed to look very familiar, but I couldn't just put my finger on where I had seen a white mare.

I could hear the losers' thoughts in my head. And all of them were either feeling angry at themselves for losing to a barely adult girl, or thinking pitifully for themselves.

I allowed my eyes a quick break from the winner of the race, to see Jasper feeling kinda woozy.

My forhead creased.

"Jasper, are you feeling unwell? You don't look very well." I asked.

He looked at me for awhile, before thinking:

Too many emotions. Anger, lust, pity, annoyance…everything all at once. I haven't felt this way since a long long time.

I looked at his face once more, and I believed him.

I suddenly heard a loud cheering and whooping sound and turned my head back to the winner's circle, where the dark-haired beauty was just being crowned winner of the 2010 (I'm not sure what year is it supposed to be so…) Annual Horse Race.

And Jane, Heidi, Demetri, Alec and Felix of the Volturi, were cheering for the winner.

What the hell are they doing here?

Apparently, from my siblings' thoughts, they had noticed the new cheerleaders of the dark-haired beauty.

Come to think about it,

The girl smiled at the crowd while waving her arm around, the other arm holding the trophy she had just received.

There were flashes from cameras as photographers tried to take pictures of her.

I was right; she didn't sparkle at all when the flashes went off. She even posed for the cameras, and I didn't need to know that everyone was enjoying the little show in front of them.

Somehow, this sparked off anger in me. I was shocked, I had never felt this way since…since….Bella was courted by her many, many suitors.

I lowered my head, not noticing that the beauty had done so too.