A/N - you will be glad to know I have my head on straight now. I am not distracted.

Chapter 8

"That's a wrap!" shouted the director.

Thank god! I thought to myself. I left my make up on and walked towards my car. The 'blood' was still round my lips and I didn't care. I just wanted home. Mom was talking to the director, flirting away, so I took this opportunity to escape. I started running towards the truck as I like to run. The way the blood pumps through my body, the way my heart beats quickly, the way it clears my head to think. It was a short way to the truck, but it was still long enough to give me the thrill that I missed. I relaxed against the door. I shut my eyes and caught my breath.

"Boo."

I screamed, my heart rate picking up again after it had slowed. I opened my eyes and looked into the face of Edward Cullen. Then my heart skipped a beat. This honestly couldn't be good for me. He smirked, as he had managed to surprise me. There was something familiar about the smirk, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I think that was because I was lost in his liquid amber eyes. Wait, weren't they black before?

"Not you too!" I sighed. "What is it with everyone and contact lenses these days?"

"What?" This obviously wasn't the reaction he expected from me.

"Nothing. What are you doing here?" I decided to get to the point. He didn't seem the conversationalist type.

"Oh, I came to apologize for my rude behaviour last week. I shouldn't have ignored you like that. I guess I was maybe star struck?" he guessed.

I almost giggled at this. I didn't imagine Edward to be one who could be star struck.

"Last week? You were rude today! Laughing at me when I was doing a scene, that can be very off putting." I pouted.

"Sorry," he said, looking sheepish. "It's just not how I imagined a vampire." He seemed to go off in a dream.

"Well, what do you think a vampire should be like?"

"Maybe have more grace? I don't think after years of practice, she wouldn't have blood all over her face." He gestured to my mouth and rubbed a bit of make up off with his thumb. At his touch, all my senses were electrified. His touch was cold, and seemed to bring me to life. My eyes widened, and I could hear birds chirping. It was like everything I had every played out on the big screen. I had never believed any of this could happen, but now, I craved it. I moved to get closer to Edward, to feel more of this beautiful emotion, when he pulled back. I could see in his eyes, that he felt everything I felt but was determined to ignore it. My heart collapsed and I felt empty without Edward's presence in my sensed.

"I wanted to formally introduce myself," he said clearing his throat nervously. "I am Edward Cullen."

"Yes," I said just as formally, "And I am Isabella Swan."

We stood in silence for a moment. The rumble of a car about to come past us broke the silence, but then something else.

"Hello again, Bella."

Yvonne stepped out into the road in front of the car. It swerved and headed toward Edward and I. I screamed as Edward's eyes widened. My body seemed to freeze up while he seemed to move incredibly fast. He grabbed me and hurled us out of the way of the front of the car. We landed at the end of the truck, but we were not out of harms way. The back of the car came spiralling towards us. Edward put his right hand out, as if to stop the car. His left arm was wrapped protectively around my waist. Even at death's door, this was all I noticed. I decided to die happy and so I looked up at Edward's face. But a funny thing happened.

I didn't die.

The car made impact with his arm, and I expected to hear the creaking crunch of bone, but I heard the bending of metal instead. My head turned, bewildered, as I stared at the large dent in the green car.

I wasn't dead.

And it was all because of Edward.

He relaxed and looked down at me. Then he seemed to panic again. I stared up at those amber pools, and whispered softly, "Thank you, you saved my life."

"I didn't." He stood up, cold and distant.

"Bella!" Yvonne ran over. "Oh my god, Bella, are you ok? Talk to me!" Yvonne was in a panic.

"What, not even a 'Oh Edward, are you ok?'." Edward said rather harshly.

"Well I know you are ok, Bella is more fragile," Yvonne's face was fraught with worry. She looked down at me, cradling my head. " Are you hurt?"

"Just a bit, I think I may have hit my head." I was telling the truth, but that wasn't the only reason my head hurt. How did they know each other? How did Yvonne know that Edward would be ok? How did Edward save us and stop the van? I was forced out of my thoughts when I heard a high pitched scream. It really didn't help my head.

"My poor baby! BELLA!" My mom actually ran over. Well, that was a first. "Bella, you're ok, Mommies got you." She shoved Yvonne out the way and stared up at Edward. "You saved my baby, how can I repay you?" She dropped my head and pulled Edward into a hug.

"Urgh," I said as my head hit the gravel. I think this time it may have drawn blood. "Aw, shoot, my head." I raised my shaking hand to the back of my head, blood. I felt sick.

Edward stiffened and held his breath. So did Yvonne. Strange responses from strange people. I don't dislike blood that much to stop breathing.

"It's fine, gotta go now," Edward said while backing away. Yvonne backed away with him, and were out of sight pretty quickly. I sighed. I could have used Edward by my side at the hospital.

"Don't worry, baby, we will get you to the hospital." Mom didn't seem to notice the weird withdrawal of the two.

I don't really remember anything else. Somehow I got home and in my bed. I was dreaming of Edward. In the dream, he was trying to tell me something important, but then he faded away. I called out for him, but he didn't come back. Yvonne then popped up and repeated what he had said, but I couldn't hear them. I could see their lips moving but not a sound was making it to my ears. I had a feeling those words would have meant life or death to me. But someone didn't want me to hear them.

I think I opened my eyes briefly during the night, and I thought I saw Edward. But I must have still been dreaming.

"She simply can not film at the moment," my mom told the director. "I'm sure you understand." she said, as she traced a line up his arm. He got Goosebumps and shivered a little. This made me gag and possibly throw up a little in my mouth. I done my best to look miserable, which wasn't very hard.

"I suggest she gets, lets say, two weeks off? We should delay filming until we know for sure that she is all better." She sure knew how to run the show. She could get anything she wanted if she flirted with the director and used her most business like voice at the same time. The woman was a genius.

"S-sure," he spluttered. He was heavily distracted my the magic my mom's hands were working.

"Great." She pulled away her hand and smiled. "See you in two weeks."

She grabbed my arm and pulled me along, far away before he could change his mind.

"Mom, you really didn't need to do that, I'm fine," I croaked.

"Don't give me that nonsense. I am your mother and I know fine well when my little girl is hurting." She stroked my hair and pulled me into a hug. I inhaled her scent. Today she was wearing 'Just Pink by Lacoste'. It smelled really nice. This was the closest I had felt to her in a long time.

"And plus," she whispered, "It gives you plenty of time to get to know your saviour."

Edward. Oh god, she was talking about Edward.

"Mum," I whined.

"What? He's cute," she winked at me. I sighed. "I'm going to drop you at school now."

I stared at her. School?

"What? Just because you are not working, doesn't mean you shouldn't research. And anyway, the school is more than happy to have you back." Typical. She does something nice, and then this happens.

I looked at my watch. If we left now, I would make it to school by the end of lunch. Which meant Biology. And Gym.

Great.

A/N- well this was unexpected, another chapter? It was fun writing this one. I liked bringing Edward in. Read and review!