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Bella's communication will be revealed in this chapter! I realize that no one got it, but that's okay. It wasn't meant to be "Oh, and this is how this is going to happen!" It was meant to be inconspicuous…

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Crashed

EPOV

They told me as soon as we got home. Their big family secret-well, extended family, to be exact. Every single one of them was in on it, whether by choice or by force, they were a part of it. They said they wanted me to know straight out instead of finding out by piecing everything together. They didn't want me to think they kept it from me until the time came when I found out.

They were vampires.

And Alice and Jasper had powers. She could see the future and Jasper was an empath. He could influence and read emotions. He could definitely tell when I went from disbelieving to shock to denial to fainting. It took less than three minutes, surprisingly.

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I woke up lying on the couch with Esme perched next to me, a damp cloth on my forehead. If I could have, I would have jumped off the couch across the room. Instead, I propped myself up on my elbow and leaned against the back of the couch. Alice, Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie were standing behind it, little did I notice, which caused me to fall back down onto the couch and just lay there, all of their gold eyes on me. They looking sympathizing, but I wasn't taking any chances. If they wanted me dead, there wasn't much I could do to stop them. Actually, there was nothing…

"It's okay, Edward. We're not going to hurt you," Esme said softly.

I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. She was smiling softly, her brown hair falling around her face to rest on her shoulders. Carlisle came to stand behind her and put a hand on her shoulder.

"You see now why I wanted to ask them before I brought up you coming here, right?" I nodded once, but didn't turn to him.

"Edward, relax. You are in no danger here. I said you could live with us, and you will only if you want to. We just wanted you to know what you are living with," Carlisle said, sounding somewhat depressed.

I turned slightly towards him to see sadness entering his calm eyes. It felt like someone was digging a knife in my heart to see the man who opened his house to me looking like that. And that I had caused it.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, acceptingly. There really was no denying what they were. Now that they had told me, I could plainly see it. The paleness, the inhuman beauty, the unnatural grace, the feeling that something was different…It was all there. There was nothing I could do, anyway. I was at their mercy. I felt a wave of self-loathing come over me, and nodded again, now looking at my hands.

I felt my eyes grow hard as my mind began focusing on how much I couldn't do anymore. How I'd always need to rely on someone else, so why not a group of inhumanly strong immortal beings who could as easily kill me as help me. If they wanted me gone, they wouldn't have to do much…

"Edward, stop," Carlisle said harshly. I jumped and looked at him, surprised. He had never raised his voice to me. Jasper came and stood behind him, looking at me curiously.

"Why do you think like that?" he asked quietly. It wasn't sad, he just didn't say it loud. I looked away.

"Because it's all true. So why not?" I spat. I shook my head and lifted myself into a sitting position. I leaned my head against the back of the couch, and closed my eyes. I felt a hand run through my hair, but didn't open my eyes.

"Do you want to go to your room?" Esme asked from next to me. I opened my eyes and nodded.

She got up and brought my chair over, helping me into it from the couch. I slung my arm over her shoulders and she put her arm around my waist, lifting me into it. I lifted my leg with my hands and she lowered the rest, and then with the other. She squeezed my shoulder before I wheeled myself down the hall by the kitchen. They said these were the guest rooms, and they had decorated one for me. It was the first door, the only one on the left side.

I wheeled up to the door and turned the knob, pushing the door open and going inside. The room was a mix of red, black, and gold. The curtains were a bright gold with a black strap pulling them away from the windows, letting in the dreary light from outside. The bedspread was a checkered mix of all three colors. The carpet was a fiery red and the furniture was all cherry wood, which had its own light red tint. I had to admit that it was really nice. I didn't bother to open the closet. I just wheeled myself over to the bed and threw back the covers to reveal black sheets, which completely complimented my mood.

I put the break on next to the bed after maneuvering myself so that the chair would be facing the door and lifted myself onto the bed. It wasn't all that high, which made this task a lot easier than it had been in the hospital. There, I hadn't been able to do anything without someone there to help.

I lifted both of my legs onto the bed and pulled the covers over myself. They didn't bother to heat the house that much, since the cold didn't bother them, so it was a little chilly. It was February and we were expecting snow. I took the covers into my fist and brought them right under my chin. They smelled like vanilla for some reason, but I didn't care. I closed my eyes and calmed my raging thoughts, bringing myself into a deep but restless sleep…

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7 Months Later…

"Emmett! Put me down! This isn't funny!" I yelled. It was the first day of school, and I really was intending on skipping. Of course, big brother Emmie had to take things into his own monstrous hands and get me there anyway. He had me slung over his shoulder and I was pounding on his back. Or trying to.

Why didn't I want to go? Where's my list?

I had started school late, only a few days after I got to Carlisle's house, but I was able to make up all of the work by the end of the year, so I moved on to senior year. But that wasn't the bad part. It was a little easier being the new kid when you knew four of the kids at school.

No, the other people were the problem. All I got were stares and sympathetic glances. The teachers tried to baby me and the other students decided to take jabs at me, since I never really talked. And for some reason, none of the girls would leave me alone. I don't know why, and Emmett tried to tell me that I was "attracting them with my manly looks", but I couldn't take him seriously when he said that. There was one that was giving me the most trouble, though.

A random girl kept coming over to me and sitting on me last year, knowing I couldn't stand up to get her off. She kept pushing herself against me, no matter how much I told her to go away. Alice and Rose had perfect timing when it came to this, showing up just as she began to get too friendly. She would glare at them before kissing my cheek and strutting away.

I always wiped it off with the back of my hand, since she leaves lipstick on me. Jasper pointed it out before anyone noticed it, and I've made sure to wipe it off since. Today looked to be another one of those days, since I could see her waiting for me on the sidewalk.

Tanya Denali was Queen Bee of Forks High School. She gets what she wants, when she wants it, and will do anything to get it. Apparently, I am her next target.

She stood there with her perfectly manicured hand on her hip, her other keeping her bag from slipping from her scantily clad shoulder. Her shirt barely covered any part of her that it should have, but none of the teachers ever said a word. Daddy was a major source of funding for supplies, so they didn't want to upset his little girl.

Emmett moved me so I was under his arm instead of on his shoulder, and I was facing where he was going. I heard someone whistle and groaned, knowing exactly who it was. Emmett turned, but quickly turned back.

Jasper was getting my chair out of the back of the Jeep, and Alice and Rose were checking each other for faults in the makeup they didn't need. I sighed and looked around. I noticed all of the same cars as last year, until I got to the truck a few spots down from us. Emmett had me facing the rest of the parking lot, so I had to turn my and look around him.

A brand new silver Ford sat three spots away, a cap over the bed. I tried to see if the driver was still in the car, but Emmett was blocking my view. Jasper set my chair down and opened it. Emmett set me down and Alice handed me my leather gloves. Esme had bought them for me so I didn't rip up my hands on the wheels of my chair. I had cut the fingers off after the first time they almost got stuck.

I slipped them on just as everyone tensed. I looked from one face to the other, trying to find out what was going on. Jasper's face changed to confusion and he tilted his head to the side. All of them turned towards that new truck. Alice started walking towards it and Jasper followed. Emmett and Rose looked at each other, and then at me.

"Do you hear that?" he asked. I shook my head and listened harder.

Trees, talking, engines, birds, guitar…

"Are you talking about the music?" I asked. He nodded.

"Yeah, and it sounds like it's coming from that truck. Want to check it out?"

I nodded and we went over to the truck. Our parking spots were situated so that if we backed into them, the school would be behind us. This was how this person had parked, and the cement partition was behind the truck. I wheeled myself to the back to find Alice and Jasper standing there, a little wary, but listening to the music. I stopped next to Alice and Rose and Emmett stood behind me.

There was a girl in the back of the truck, leaning against the side of the bed, her legs crossed and the guitar on her lap. Her eyes were closed and she was gently teasing the strings, like she wanted to play, but didn't know what. Her long brown hair was cascading down in front of her face, obscuring it from my view. Suddenly, she started playing louder, a soft, slow song emanating from the instrument. Her head started swaying back and forth, giving me small glimpses of the beautiful face behind the hair. I sighed softly and leaned back in my chair.

The girl tensed, her head shooting up. Her eyes stayed closed, and her head whipped in my direction. That's when I realized I had gasped.

Her hair framed her face, smaller curls falling onto her shoulders. Her face was perfect, just like the Cullens. She stood up as much as she could and backed away from us, putting the guitar down. She put her hands in front of her chest, like she expected us to hurt her.

I wheeled myself over to the tailgate of her truck and rested my arms on it. It was right at my neck, so I put my chin there, too. She leaned back a little, hissing at me hesitantly. It wasn't threatening in any way, but more of a warning that she was scared.

"What's your name?" I whispered to her.

She visibly tensed, and shook her head once. She knelt down so her back was against the rear window of the truck and brought her knees up to her chin, putting her arms in between. I sat back and lifted myself onto the tailgate, turning so that I was facing her. I reached my hand out slowly, and she didn't hiss.

"We're not going to hurt you," I said softly. She turned her head slightly in the direction of my voice and opened her eyes.

They were almost completely topaz, the pupils just a pinprick in the middle of the golden sea. She looked down at my hand, but didn't seem to focus on it. She looked back up and tilted her head to the side slightly.

"We want to be your friends. We're not here to hurt you," I said again.

She looked down in the direction of my hand again and moved forward slightly, extending her own hand towards mine. I didn't grab it when she touched me, but let her take mine. She sat down next to me and turned slightly.

"What's your name?" I asked again. She was looking down at her hands, and my gaze followed. Her fingers twitched when I asked her, but she didn't answer.

"She's frustrated, Edward," Jasper put in. She turned to him, then back to me.

"That's one of my brothers. Can you tell me your name?" She shook her head sadly.

"Edward, I don't…I don't think she can talk…" Alice said. I looked at her and then back to the girl. She turned to me, but her eyes missed my face. She nodded again. I was shocked.

"Aren't…you…a vampire?" She nodded.

"But you can't talk?" She shook her head, bowing it. I put my fingers under her chin and gently raised her face to look at me.

"You can't see either, can you?"

She raised her free hand and signed to me.

No, I can't. And my name is Bella. Bella Swan.

A/N: So, here's chapter 3! And the secret is revealed! Hopefully now you know why Danni was important, but it's okay if you don't.

The song is Crashed by Daughtry!

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