A/N Please Read!: in a review, it was basically asked if the Cullens are vampires in this story. The answer is YES. I'm sorry if I didn't make it clear enough with the introduction of Esme (Gold eyes, cold skin…) okay, so, I just thought that I'd clear that up for my lovely readers. Reviews are appreciated, and without further ado, chapter six, ladies and gentlemen. (I don't know if guys read this or not…).

Edward got into his car after a few minutes. He put the car in reverse and backed out of the extremely long driveway.

"Thank you for taking me home, Edward," I thanked him just so that the silence would be interrupted.

"You're welcome, Bella," he said quietly. He didn't attempt to make conversation after that. I heard the finalization in his words, so I sighed and leaned my head against the window and watched as the trees speed past at a speed that I was not comfortable with, but that Edward insisted on driving at.

We reached my house in record time. "Bella, I was wondering if you wanted me to stay with you. I know that Esme offered for me to stay with you; I would be more than happy to do so, if it is what you wish," he was incredibly sweet.

"I would very much like that, Edward," I looked down to undo my seatbelt, and when I looked back up, Edward was opening my door and holding a hand out for me to take. I gently placed my hand in his and he pulled me out of the car. He helped me to the door since my ankle still hurt slightly, and then he went to get my backpack from his backseat. "Would you like something to drink, Edward?" I asked him, wanting to be hospitable to this Adonis like man.

He smiled at me indulgently and chuckled under his breath, "Uh, no thank you, Bella, I'm not thirsty," his voice was low, melodious, and he sounded amused. He helped me into the living room and sat me down on the couch.

"Bella, you need to lie down so that you can rest your ankle, here…" he went over to the loveseat and grabbed two throw pillows and put them at the end of the couch. He then rested my injured foot on the pillows and said, "Here, I'll get you some ice for your foot," I watched as he walked out of the living room into the kitchen and heard him moving some things until he found what he wanted, and then I heard the freezer open.

I laid my head back on the arm of the couch and closed my eyes. What was it that attracted me to Edward Cullen? I realized that he was probably the most physically attractive man that I had ever seen. His reddish-brown hair was definitely different, and the gold eyes that he had, that his whole family seemed to have as well, they were so different from any eye color I'd ever seen. I also found it strange that his whole family had the same exact color eyes, even though they were all adopted! Something was not right, here.

"What are you thinking about, Bella?" Edward's voice scared me and I jumped into the air and fell off of the couch. I waited for the ground to hit me, but when I slowly opened one of my eyes I was staring into Edward's deep honey ones. His arms were curled around my body in a protective stance and he was cradling my body. I don't know how long we stared at each other like that. It could have been seconds, or minutes, or even hours or days. But finally, he carefully stood up and placed me back onto the couch, with my foot elevated onto the pillows.

"What were you thinking about, Bella?" he repeated.

"Why?" I asked him, wondering why he wanted to know.

"When I came in here, you looked like you were angry, or confused, or some emotion like that. I just wanted to know what was confusing you, or making you angry. Because you should be neither." Everything he said sounded so sweet.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about you, and your family."

He cleared his throat uncomfortably, "What about me and my family?" his voice was low, and he wanted an answer to his question. His eyes were hooded, and he looked suspiciously at me.

"Nothing!" I said a little too quickly, "I was just thinking about how nice Esme and Carlisle were to me and how nice you are to me, a complete stranger…" I lapsed into silence, thinking along this new train of thought. I jumped again when something cold was set on my foot. I looked down expecting to see a bag of ice, but it was Edward's hands rubbing my ankle.

He looked down at me and gave me a sympathetic smile, "Sorry, Carlisle told me to lightly massage your ankle to make sure nothing was worse than sprained. And you're in luck, nothing seems to be any worse than what he thought!" he quickly removed his hands and put a small bag of ice in their place. The ice seemed to be slightly warmer than his hands.

"Your hands are freezing! Let me turn the heat up," I insisted.

"No, Bella, you stay right where you are, I – I just have poor circulation, that's all." His explanation was thin, but I let it go for now; I was exhausted! For now, I pushed all of my suspicions about Edward out of my mind and closed my eyes. I made myself comfortable on the couch and tried to ignore the fact that Edward was probably staring at me.

Why do they all have the same eye color if the kids are all adopted? My mind was still going even though I had already tried to tell it to shut up and let me sleep. I decided I needed to do something to get some answers. I know that they have the same color eyes; any of them that had touched me had been extremely cold. His hand felt colder than the ice for God's sake!

"Edward, what are you?" I didn't know how I knew it, but he wasn't exactly human. I didn't know what he was, but that's what I wanted to find out.

"What?" he asked sounding confused. I opened my eyes to look at him. His voice and face showed that he was confused. But the eyes are the window to the soul. His soul was beautiful, but his soul said that he knew what I was talking about, and he was scared.

"I asked you what you are." I told him.

"I'm a person, Bella."

"I know that you're a person, Edward. That doesn't mean that you can't be something else. I don't know how I know it, but you're not human. I know you're not. Tell me what you are. I'm not afraid of you now; I won't be after you tell me."

He looked at me like he was going to fight my words. Instead, he put his head into his hands and picked his phone up and answered it.

"Hello?" he was quiet a minute before I realized that it hadn't rang. Maybe he had it on vibrate.

"Alright, I surmised as much, yes I will stay here for the night." He was quiet for a minute before he stood up and went into the kitchen. It was quiet but I knew he was talking. I closed my eyes again waiting for him and whatever answer he came up with to tell me.

"I'm a vampire, Bella," I heard what he said, so I opened my eyes to look at him. I almost laughed, but when I looked at his face, I'm glad that I didn't. For the first time since I had arrived in Forks, Washington, I was scared. It wasn't of Phil, or even his friend. I was scared of Edward, because he looked like a vampire.

I swallowed inaudibly, and looked up at him. "You're a vampire." I confirmed, nodding my head. I closed my eyes and thought that even though I was scared of him, I wasn't scared that he would hurt me. I trusted him with my life, for some odd reason. Blackness overtook me as my exhaustion finally became too much.

Sorry for the wait guys! I had a ton of personal stuff to deal with. Any of you who have lost a pet before, I sympathize with you. Reviews are welcome.

~Elle