I know you all hate me! I'm sorry! This is why this is so long!!!

You guys can cyber stab me, but you'll still want to know what happens to bad-ass Bella!!!

Loves you all!!!

"Where the fuck are we?" I questioned. We had been driving and driving and driving for ever. And then he just pulls on the side of the road, next to lush green of Forks.

Edward turned off the car and reached a long arm across to the glove box. He opened it, an assortment of items that were neatly placed inside.

"Open your hands, please," he said. I did and he placed a pocket knife in my palm.

Then a small cross that looked like it should go on a necklace. Then a small, very small bottle, of what I could only think of as holey water. He shut the gloze box with a soft click and looked at me. I stared at him, dumbfounded.

"What the hell is all of this?" I asked, awkwardly holding everything.

"Proof," he said with a small smirk before getting out of the car.

I stuck the items in my pocket and went to open the door but Edward already had it open. I moist air settled on my cheeks as I got out. Edward shut the car door and walked ahead of me. I followed, getting caught on branches and twigs. Edward instantly stopped and waited for me when he saw how I was struggling.

He walked slowly next to me, leading the way deeper into the forests of Forks. My fingers were wound tightly around the items in my pocket so nothing with would fall out, then I would end up falling trying to pick everything up. Edward would look at me quickly and just as I would turn as look at him he would look away. It was getting quite annoying. And the fucker never said a word, he was so quiet, his feet didn't even make a sound as he walked only mine did. It was staring to piss me off. But just as I was about to say something he stopped, his hand moving out in front of me.

"This seems fine," he mumbled. Then looked at me. "Would you like shocking first or not as shocking first?"

"Not as shocking, please," I said. He half-smiled at me.

"Hand me the knife please," he said. I reached in my pocket and pulled out the back hunting knife. He took it from me, being very careful not to touch my fingers, and opened it. I was a large blade. Sharp. He held it out to be. "Hold this, and please…be careful. Do not….stab yourself please."

I took it. "So…what are we going to do….go carve something?" I said, twisting the knife around with my fingers.

Edward suddenly grabbed my wrist. I looked up at him, surprised. His fingers were cold as they wrapped tightly around my wrist. "Please open you hand, Bella."

I nodded, he let go of my wrist, and I held open my left hand. He pulled up the sleeve of his shirt and exposed his wrist, marble skin. He placed his hand in my hand and looked at me.

"Bella….what ever you do don't pass out." His eyes were wide and right in my face.

"Okay…" Now was when I was starting to freak out just a tiny bit. What the hell was he going to do? If he was gonna cut me I was gonna cut his face with my fist.

But he didn't. Instead his eyes stayed locked with mine until I looked down at his palm. He pushed the knife into his palm, hard, I gasped quietly. Then he ran it across his palm. Back and forth. He was just cutting into his fucking palm. He pulled the knife away and I grabbed a hold of his hand to look at it. There was no mark. No blood. No anything. Just that cold hand. I even ran my finger and my nail over the place he had cut, just to check and make sure it was real. But there was no fake skin or padding. Just his hand.

Without even look up at him I said "Give me the knife."

"Bella-"

"Just give me the fucking knife." He handed it over.

I ran the blade of the place were he should be bleeding, but nothing. I grabbed the handle tighter and gabbed it into his palm, but still nothing. Then I pulled up the sleeve of his shirt and ran the blade roughly over his wrist. Nothing. No blood. No cut. I looked up at Edward. He looked back.

"How are you doing that?" I asked, truly and utterly confused. "Its fake skin or something right?" I examined his hand more. I pinched the pale flesh over and over.

"No." I looked up at him. He took the knife from me. "No fake skin," he said before running the knife over his neck, to which I gasped again.

I must have said "Wh-?" ten times. I looked up at Edward then down at his hand then back at the knife.

I did that ten more times, before Edward took the knife from me and folded it back up, putting it in his pocket. He replaced it with the bottle of holy water, which he sat in my palm.

"That does nothing, also," he said. "Try it."

I looked up at him, then the bottle, then him again, before unscrewing the cap and taking his hand. I let a few drops fall onto his palm, and waited.

But nothing happened. His skin didn't burn. It didn't turn black. His skin do anything remotely interesting. It was just pale, white, and cold.

"Well that's really no proof, the knife trick was much cooler I have to say," I said, placing the bottle in his palm and pushing it away from me.

"This is no trick, Bella." I looked away from him, I was done. Finished. I wanted to go home.

"Cool…." I said weekly and started to fiddle with a leaf on my shoe. Edward's shoe pulled the leaf off of the top of my high top. I pulled my foot away from him. "You done now?"

"Are you?"

"Please don't answer my question with a question."

"Sorry?"

"Wow, you actually have a since of humor," I said, I really wasn't aware that he had one. He smiled, almost laughing.

Suddenly my phone vibrated from my back pocket. I had a faint idea who it was, but I still checked. Jessica. I rolled my eyes and put my phone back.

"Aren't you going to answer that?" Edward asked.

"She'll call back." I shrugged. Then I heard another phone vibrate. Edward's vibrated from his front pocket and he quickly looked at it and push it back down into his pocket.

"She'll call back," he said. I smirked.

"So…..if you're a" cue air quotes, again. "Vampire, then you must get laid a lot, huh?"

Edward stiffened even more, if that was even possible, and didn't speak. I rolled my eyes again. "Lighten up, Cullen."

I walked away from him, following a separate trail. I heard him walk behind me. I held on to trees and passing branches as I walked. I tripped once, but he caught me; a long, pale arm reaching around my waist to catch me. And he removed himself from me just as fast as he had caught me.

"You stopped that van didn't you?" I said, knowing the answer.

"Yes."

"Why didn't you just make up a story, instead of letting me be pissed at you? Ya know….an adrenaline rush or something," I said, stepping over a large branch.

"Didn't think about it. Would you have accepted that?" he asked, stepping on the branch and cracking it in two with his foot.

"It would have given me something to make myself think I'm not crazy. I think I'm crazy because of everything that has happened. And it's all your fault." I looked back at him, he looked at me.

"I know. I wish you would have just let it go. But your….tough, you don't forget and forgive things easily. Do you?" he moved a branch out of my face, again a long, pale hand reaching around me.

"Fuck no." I couldn't count how many times I had said "Fuck no" today. I would probably be slapped with a bible if I had walked into a church.

Edward laughed slightly. "Exactly."

"But you don't-" I started to say before I tripped over something on the ground I hadn't seen.

Edward caught me, but I was already halfway to the ground. My face was inches from grass before he pulled me back up.

"Can't you watch where your going?" he said, turning me around and pulling a small twig that had snagged on my jacket.

"No one appointed you to honorary 'Catch Bella Before She Falls' monitor, now did they?" I said back and flipped him off. Then I turned back around.

I had almost fallen into a nice meadow of just straight grass. A huge open space that no trees inhabited. I walked to the center, plopping down. Edward looked down at me stupidly.

"What?" I asked. He shook his head.

"Nothing." Then sat down next to me.

"How do you do it? The Mind Reading thing?" I asked, waving my hand extravagantly in the air. "Tell me what its like."

He sighed. "It's like…think of the shinning and the very long hall. There are…ten people in the hall and they're all talking, just blabbering on and on. That's what it sounds like. Sometimes I can totally block everyone of them out, but sometimes I can't."

"What does my mind sound like?" I asked, picking at a blade of grass.

"Right now….quiet. But when I can hear you its…like your saying it, like your just casually talking," he flicked a blade of grass off his shoe.

"Is it okay if I just…accept the whole mind-reading thing, and then work up to the big stuff?" I asked, laying my head on my knee. Edward mirrored my posture.

"Perfectly acceptable," he said, smiling crookedly.

"Good….." I said.

We sat silently for awhile, Edward's eyes on me constantly. I didn't look at him. I was slightly self conscious with his constant staring.

"Would you please fucking stop staring at me?" I asked, finally looking at him.

He smiled wide. "Sorry." I rolled my eyes at him. "Your beautiful," he mumbled, looking at the ground.

I sighed. "Why don't you have a girlfriend, Edward?" He stiffened slightly, not very noticeably, before answering.

"Why don't you have a boyfriend, Isabella?" he asked.

"I haven't found someone I've liked that much," I answered.

"Me too."

I nodded. I really didn't know what to casually talk about with Edward, as I said I was self conscious around him. He was just so fucking perfect. And I wasn't. And I drove me fucking insane.

"You don't have to be self conscious around me," Edward said.

"Okay….new rule! Whenever you can….read my mind….you have to alert me or something. Deal?" I said, I had to lay down the law with this freaky shit.

"Sure." He nodded.

"Good, 'cause I can only deal with freaky shit like this with a warning," I said and kicked a clump of dirt and grass away from me.

"You like to swear don't you?" Edward asked out of the blue, I giggled.

"So what? Why don't you swear? I doesn't hurt, burn your throat or anything," I said, Well that wouldn't really happen to you if you're a……"Vampire", I thought as well.

"Fuck." It spilled from his mouth almost, like it was pushed and fell from a cliff. It was hilarious. I couldn't help the wheezing laugh that escaped me.

"Awww….widdle Eddie said his first swear word!" I said, laughing to hard I fell backwards but my back was cushioned by grass.

"It not like I've never said it before," he concurred, laughing slightly.

"Sure," I said, my giggles finally ending. I laid still, looking at the sky-a pale grayish blue- and I was suddenly filled with an intense need to move.

I was just sittin' around with Edward, like it was nothing. I sat up quickly, folding my hands together on my lap. The fucker was staring at me again too.

Look don't get me wrong….I think Edward is hot and nice and dumb shit like that, but he is just SO perfect and it makes me nervous and fidgety!

"We just gonna," I started to say, trying to find the right words. "This" waving my hand in the air extravagantly. "All day?"

Edward shook his head. "Of course not. We both have school tomorrow. Can I drive you tomorrow? If you don't mind…."

Now we where getting serious. He was asking me to let him take me to school, next thing I know he is going to ask me to marry me or something! At this thought I choked on some air and coughed awkwardly.

"I'll um, I'll think about it," I choked out.

I nervously twiddled my thumbs the whole time. We talked, he asked me about my mother, about what I was like when I was a kid, he asked me everything. I tired to butt in and ask him things--he would answer--but then he would just totally turn off on the subject I was talking about and start talking about something else. It was really annoying.

And then it started to get darker and darker.

"Don't you think its time to get going?" I asked.

"Yes. I think so," Edward said and stood. I stood too.

And I followed him to the car. He held open my door for me, throwing the stuff from the glove box into my lap and asked me to put it back. I did but kept the knife out. It was nice to I wanted it. I slipped it into my jacket pocket quickly as he got in.

He drove in silence. That awkward-as-shit silence that was really irritating. My fingers were wrapped tightly around the knife and it was almost a comforting feeling that filled in the silence. And suddenly, in the midst of the draining silence, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

It was a text message from Jessica.

Hey. What r u and Edward doin?

I rolled my eyes--I think I saw Edward's eyes flicker to the screen on my phone--and answered.

Nothing, really nothing.

Send. More awkward silence. I am really beginning to think that Edward really likes this silent shit. But why? I seriously find no joy in air in the conversation. Another message from Jessica.

Aww. You guys r sooooo makin out arent you?!

Dear god. I swear that girl is the dumbest fucking person I've ever met.

Oh of course we are, Jess.

Send, again. And then I saw Edward, who was watching me…staring at me. I stared back.

"You are really awkward, you know that?" I asked, after the silence and staring became really unbearable. Edward's face twisted in a momentarily mock of shock and disbelief.

"Well that's hurtful," he said. I turned away from him.

"Life is hurtful," I said back.

"I'll have to agree with you."

Silence again. But that silence didn't last long, with Edward's erratic speeding, we were suddenly parked outside my house.

"So can I…pick you up tomorrow?" Edward asked me as I made to get out of the car quickly.

I was stunned and scrambled for an answer. "Um-er…why don't you just….text me and I'll check my schedule," I mumbled. Edward chuckled under his breath.

"Fine," he murmured. And I hopped out of the car quickly.

But just as I was about to slam the door and book it for the safety of my own house, his voice stopped me. "Oh, Bella!"

I turned back reluctantly. He was holding out the hunting knife daintily.

"I think this fell out of your pocket?" he said, raising en eyebrow. I stumbled for an answer as to why it would be in my pocket in the first place. "You can keep it if you like." He leaned over the center consol and pushed the object into my jacket pocket. "Have a good evening, Bella," he said with a smile.

I smiled weakly back. "Thanks, you too."

And then I booked it to the nice quiet, but not awkward, peace of my house. Charlie wasn't back yet, and for that I was thankful. Wouldn't want him to be asking where I had been. I ascended the stairs quickly, shutting my door. I took the knife out of my jacket pocket and set it on my nightstand, then pulled my jacket off. But when the knife landed on my nightstand a piece of paper was on top of it. A sticky not that had swirls of letters scribbled on it. I picked it up.

I'll be picking you up at 6:52. Please, be ready.

~Edward

Oh, yay. With my luck he'll be here at exactly 6:52. That would be weirdly creepy. I shook my head at myself and threw my jacket to my bed. Then my damn phone rang. Jessica.

"Hello Jessica," I said, my voice monotone and slow.

"Hi, Bella! Oh m gee! Are you guys done making out? How was it? Is Edward a good kisser? So, who kissed who? I bet you kissed him, right?" she rambled. I slapped my forehead.

"Jessica we weren't," she didn't even listen to me, just kept on talking. "Jessica….Jessica…..JESSICA!" Finally she stopped talking. "We were not making out, I was just being…funny, sarcastic, haha."

Jessica was silent for a minute then started to laugh loudly. "Oh, Bella! You are so funny! Hehe."

I fake laughed along with her. And then she started to blab on-and-on about Mike and how she "Sooooo wanted to make out with him at the dance!", to which I laughed and tried not to get a mental picture in my head. Finally she hung up saying Lauren was calling.

When I was finally free of the phone I went down stairs and made a quick dinner of hamburgers and cut up some potatoes for some quick French Fries. Charlie walked in the door just as I was finishing the fries.

"Smells great, Bells," he greeted me as he walked in the kitchen, nose in the ear and being led to the table by the wonderful cooking scents.

"Thanks," I said, setting a plate down in front of him and a plate for me. "Did you catch anything?"

He shook his head, in a mid bite. "Nope. Not a thing! I swear those fish were on vacation. So, did you have a good day?"

I was mid bite as well, so when he asked me such a question I had to cough before I could speak.

"Um…..yeah. I hung out with some friends from school, drove around, did just….some stuff," I said, pushing on a convincing smile.

"Well good. You shouldn't be cooped up in this old, boring house on weekends," he said, and dropped the subject.

We ate, quietly talking about the weather and such. Then we finished--he went to watch some sports game, I to go do the dishes--and went our separate ways. After I finished the dishes I sat with him to watch some mild television. I watched until the end of the game, but couldn't follow a thing. I kept seeing this commercial. Maybe it was coincidence or maybe freaky shit was just happening to me all the time now.

But back to this commercial. Okay….so it was….it was….okay, okay--it was a commercial about the "New digitally reformatted" version of the movie…..The Interview with the Vampire. The first time I saw it I went sort of blank. And then it kept showing up. Again and again that commercial kept playing every commercial break. Finally, after the tenth commercial, I bid Charlie good-night and went upstairs.

I showered and got into bed. I plugged my phone up, my hand brushing the knife that was still sitting on my bedside table. I grabbed Edward's little note, crumbled it up, and threw it under my bed. I picked up the knife and threw it under there as well. It would be really awkward to explain to Charlie why I had a hunting knife on my nightstand.

I fell into a restless sleep. Dreaming about the movie Interview with the Vampire. I kept dreaming I was Claudia, and Charlie was Lestat, and…..Edward…was Louis. It was really odd. And I kept biting my hand, for some odd reason. Edward kept throwing stuff at me too(weird shit: Tennis balls, chairs, plates, books, candles, a car). Charlie just kept sitting around--holding a fucking fishing pole--and giving us dirty looks.

It was 5:58 A.M. when I woke up, swinging my arms because in my odd dreaming I had finally started to try and stop Edward from throwing shit at me. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and pulled myself up. I stumbled slightly over to my vanity, plugged my straightener in. I leaned against my vanity chair for a minute and rubbed my face and eyes to wake myself up. There was some odd thought that kept popping up into my head…something about school and a ride. Um-er-crap! What was it? Damn, I can never remember shit early in the morning.

So I tossed it aside and got ready. I grabbed my I Hug on the First Date tee-shirt, a pair of black jeans, and some blue high-tops.

It was raining in Forks this morning, a dull mist that settled over the small town around 6:30. At which time I was ready, and sitting down stairs with Charlie--eating a bowel of cereal--listening to the dull tap that started.

Charlie kissed me on the head, goodbye, at around 6:40. I still hadn't remembered what I was supposed to remember. I walked up to my room, biting my lip in frustration as I tried to remember what the hell I was supposed to remember--to gather my things. My phone vibrated just as I reached for it, a message from an unknown number.

Who was tha-oh shit. And I suddenly remembered what the hell I was supposed to remember. My breath caught in my throat and I bit down really fucking hard on my lip.

"Oh…shit," I mumbled as I reached for my phone, hitting the New Message button.

Are you ready?

I was biting my lip really fucking hard now. How could I have forgotten that? What do I say back? I danced from one foot to another for a minute, trying to decide what to say back. Oh my god….what would people think when I got out of his car?

But, then, I had a funny thought: Fuck them.

So I replied to Edward's message: Sure. I hit send a little harder than necessary, then briskly set about gathering my stuff together.

I moved fast around my room, to fast. I moved so fast that as I was throwing my math notebook into my bag, it totally missed and flew under the bed. I rolled my eyes at myself then got on my knees and ducked under to the bed. I fumbled around until my fingers touched the cover of it. But first my fingers touched something weird. I pulled it out with my notebook--which I threw lazily into my bag--and looked at the object.

It was the knife from Sunday, I turned it over in my fingers. I pulled out the blade and turned it over in my hand. An idea popped into my head. I had some time to spare…I didn't have to make a big cut to prove it worked…just a small cut. I peeked out the window to check if Edward was here yet; he wasn't.

I walked to the bath room quickly, flipping on the lights and setting the knife down on the skin. I ransacked the cabinets for a band-aid, and I found one, an old one, but a band-aid it was.

I set the band-aid next to the knife. Then I started to psyched myself up: flexing my fingers on my left hand. I looked at those paley-pink fingers on that hand. Which one? Do I pick my favorite? Or least favorite? Did I even have a favorite finger? Did it really matter?

"Your stalling, Bella…." I said to myself.

So I let out a breath, picked my ring finger. I picked up the knife. Put it to my ring finger and pressed, pressing it to the left some. I sucked in a small breath as a small drop of blood formed on my skin. I pulled the knife away and set it back down. A tinie-tiny line of blood trailed down my finger.

This only came to one conclusion: The knife was real, but Edward's skin couldn't be cut by it.

My mind was slightly blurred. I hurriedly washed my finger off and put the ancient band-aid on. I hurried to my room, picking my things up. I had to get outside. Thankfully I heard a loud honk from outside: Edward. I checked my phone quickly before pushing it into my pockets: 6:52. Right on the fucking dot.

I booked it out of that house and to his car while throwing my jacket on, my cut finger hidden in my jacket pocket. He was waiting for me by the passenger side door. He had a small smile on as I approached, but it faded just as fast. I stopped short as I was about a foot from him.

We stood in front of each other, silent. I was confused.

"What?" I asked, finally able to speak.

Edward blinked twice before speaking. "You-you've cut yourself."

My brain instantly went into explanation mode. "Yeah, I was just-wait…how did you know that?" My finger felt hot in my pocket.

Edward looked down at the ground, shaking his head several times. "I don't know. Get in," was all he said, pulling the door open and walking over to his side and sliding in.

I was stunned. But I slowly got in, pushing my finger deeper into my pocket.

Loves you guys! I'm sorry! I know your all mad at me, just please remember why you are mad at me, wait that doesn't make sense….whatever!

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