A/N - I probably won't be able to update as often anymore. At the beginning I said every week, but now I think every two days instead of everyday like I have been doing. I'm sorry, but if I have time I will try and write everyday.

Chapter 9

It was the end of lunch when I got in school. I didn't want to face the entire student body staring at me today, so I went straight to class instead. I remembered the way, as Mike had given me a few hints and tips on how to learn the way around. I followed his instructions and found myself standing outside my beloved biology room. The door was unlocked, so I opened the old creaky door and sat at my lab desk. I took out my notes and opened the book at a blank page. Instead of doodling, I tried sketching a scene from memory. I chose to draw the large glass house in the middle of the woods, the large volume of trees surrounding it. Even though it was glass, it still had that homely feel to it. I started adding tone to it and I was nearly done. I sat back, feeling accomplished.

"Did you just draw my house?"

"Jesus!" I screamed. "You!"

Edward smiled. It was a crooked smile, and it was pretty damn hot.

"Again, is that my house in the drawing?"

I looked down at it, remembering that I had thought I had seen Edward's face in the window. "I don't know," I remarked. "Do you live in a house like this?"

"Yes, in the woods in Forks. Wait, do you drive a red Chevy?" he asked, as realisation dawned on him.

"Um, yeah."

"Then it was you, were you spying on me?" he said laughing, then becoming quite serious, listening for my answer.

"No, no! I was just driving around and I saw the little road and I got curious," I answered truthfully. He seemed to believe me, but also seemed a little cautious.

All the blood in my body seemed to have went to my face. I was a tomato. Thinking about spying on Edward was bad enough, but now he thought I was doing it? That was too much.

He sensed my embarrassment and changed the subject as he sat down next to me.

"Shouldn't you be filming right now?"

Everything came flooding back. All the questions I had wanted to ask Edward had washed away when I saw his face, but now they were back on a tidal wave.

"How did you save me?" It was one simple question, but it would answer a lot.

"I asked first," he said, avoiding the question.

"I was given time off due to emotional stress and possible injuries because of the car. Which brings us back to my question; how did you save me?

"You moved impossibly fast and stopped the car with your hand, how?"

He didn't answer.

"Bella, I just pulled you out of the way, I didn't do any of those things." He wasn't going to give me a good answer.

"I saw you, don't try and deny it! I saw you!" Frustrated. That was how I was feeling.

"You hit your head pretty hard, I don't think you know what your talking about." He was trying to manipulate me. No. I am honestly not that stupid.

"Oh please, don't give me that crap," I rolled my eyes. "I didn't hit my head until my mom dropped it."

"Exactly, you hit your head."

"I was thinking this before she was careless." I narrowed my eyes.

People started flooding in the classroom. The bell must have went when we were arguing. That's funny, I thought I would have noticed that, said the voice inside my head.

"I want to know why you are thinking that, it kills me not to know."

"You will never find out then, will you." I turned my back on Edward and stared towards the board.

"I hate not being able to read your mind," he muttered as he faced the board as well.

The rest of the school day was completely uneventful. It got better, as Jacob came over to say hi.

The doorbell had rang and I ran downstairs to get it. I opened the door, to see Jacob's grinning face.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," I replied.

We stood there for a few minutes, in silence. "Is that it?" I laughed.

He blushed. "Pretty much." He turned away and walked towards his car. He was serious.

I grabbed his arm. "Well, Jake, since you are here, you may as well come a walk with me." I grabbed my coat out of the house and took Jacob's hand and headed towards the woods at the back of the house. We walked for a bit, Jacob telling me about the rest of his childhood that I had missed. We reached the spot that I had been looking out for.

"Do you remember this?" I said softly. We looked up at the old tree house my dad had built for me. I let go of his hand and started climbing up the old ladder, praying that it wouldn't give way. I reached the top and had to stoop to walk around. There was a few of my old dolls sitting up here and a wooden box in the corner. I sat down and pulled the box towards me as Jake made it to the landing.

"Ouch," he said after he whacked his head off the roof. I laughed at him then motioned for him to sit. We placed the box between us, then opened the lid.

Inside there was a few packets of crayons and a colouring in book. Jake pulled out the book and flicked through the pages. I, however, discovered that there was a small journal in the bottom of the box.

I opened it at a random page and read…

Dear Diary,

Today, me and jake stayed in the tree house for the whole day. He was dressed as a pirate and I was a mermaid. I was being very dramatic and he had to save me. Jake told me that I could be an actress one day, but I told him that I am going to be a marine biologist. It looks like a cool job.

Love, Izzie.

Izzie. God I hate that name. I forgot that I used to make everyone call me that when I was younger. I showed Jake the book, and we sat laughing at the things we got up to when we were younger. I couldn't believe that Jake had gotten my future right.

We sat like this for a while, when a question popped into my head.

"Hey, Jake?"

"Yeah?"

"Why did your dad go all funny when I brought Yvonne into the house?"

He straightened up.

"Well, she reminded him of a story I think."

"What story?"

"Nah, you'll find it boring," he said, looking away.

"Come on, tell me." I pulled his face back to look a me.

"I'm not really supposed to tell anyone, but here goes." He took a deep breath.

"Apparently, my tribe descends from a family of mystical creatures, people that could transform into wolves." I stared at him, fixed on the story. "Well these wolf people wiped out all of their enemies, apart from one. The cold ones."

I shivered. He could really tell a good story.

"The cold ones, had eyes like a crimson rose, but they were not as soft as a flower. They had skin like stone and unbelievable strength. They were as fast as lightning and always insanely beautiful.

"They ripped apart our whole village, not caring about anyone. They fed on people's blood and would toss their bodies away. We chased away or killed all of them that came near our land, except from one bunch. They had golden eyes, and claimed not to feed on people. They were civilised, and were unlike any of the travellers we had ever seen. They were trying to live a good life, said their leader, and so they composed a treaty, between the golden eyes and the wolves."

"Well that doesn't really answer my question about Yvonne, but it was interesting." I said pointedly.

"Don't you see!" Jake said excitedly, "Dad thought that Yvonne was one of the blood drinkers!"

I laughed, I laughed a lot. "Oh please, a blood drinker?" I laughed some more.

He looked hurt. "It's just a story, Bella," he said defensively.

"Yeah, but it's quite funny, that stuff only happens in movies, my movies in fact!" I was nearly crying with laughter.

Jake didn't seem to see the funny side of it, so I calmed down and wiped my eyes.

"Look, I'm sorry Jake, but it just seems a little far fetched ok?"

That night, when I was lying in my bed, it didn't seem that far fetched, as I shook with fear.

A/N - I think that Bella will find out soon, she seems far too close to the truth for her own good. Please review and I hope you enjoyed that!