A/N: Sorry guys. I said I would update sooner but school started back and I didn't have as much time to work on it. Plus, I had a choir concert today, so that put it off even more. Anyway, on with the story!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Twilight. :{

Chapter 6

Edward's POV

We ran. I was laughing and Bella was trying to keep up. She finally caught up with me and her breath when she turned and faced me.

"Edward. We need to talk." Uh-oh. I hate those four words. When girls say that to a gut it either means the guy is in trouble or they are breaking up. Since we weren't together, to my great misfortune, it mean I did something wrong.

"About what?"

"About you being a . . ." she said as her voice trailed off.

"A werewolf?" I was hoping I could avoid this conversation.

"Exactly."

"Well then you better sit down. This could take a while."

"Good." Then I thought I heard her say something about avoiding Jacob.

"Okay. I was born June 1st , 1895. My father was the leader of the Quileute tribe. When he was married to his 5th wife, he had an affair."

"He couldn't resist her. She was beautiful. Her skin was as smooth as marble and a beautiful ivory color. Her eyes were a green shade so soft, you could fall asleep in them."

"But if the tribe has a russet tan, why are you pale?"

"Ah. Were you not paying attention? Her skin was ivory. She was albino."

She gasped. "I thought the male's genes were more dominant than the female's."

"They usually are. But I did get some of my father's genes. They just weren't my physical appearance."

"What do you mean?"

"Silly Bella! I thought you would have caught on by now."

"Wait, what? I'm confused."

"My father was the shape shifter."

"Oh." Her blush slowly began to creep into her facial expressions.

"Now where was I? Oh right. They couldn't control their love for each other. Then one day she came to him telling that she was pregnant with his child. He was scared. But not for himself. For my mother."

"Why?"

"As I said before, they were having an affair."

Her blush deepened. "Oh."

"Because they loved each other very much, he faked my mother's death. She ran to live somewhere else where we could be safe."

"What happened to her?"

"She was killed by a creature with piercing crimson colored eyes and a hard exterior. She kept screaming in pain for days. Then one day her heartbeat stopped all together I decided to leave and move on."

"Then what?"

"I went to Emmett and Alice."

"But how did they find out you weren't lying?"

"Well at first they didn't believe me. They went to our father and he said he couldn't prove anything because he lost his memory years ago. Turns out he lost it shortly after my mother had to leave. Well when he saw me, everything came back to him and he proved that I was their half-brother."

"Wait. You don't age?"

"I thought you would've realized that by now. I mean I was born in 1895 and it's 2009. I still look like a 17 year old."

"So you're 17 forever." It eas more of a statement than a question, but I answered anyway.

"No. When we can control our anger we are able to stop shifting. This will let us age."

"Are you trying to control your anger."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I've imprinted."

"What the heck is imprinting?"

"It's basically like love at first sight. When you see someone, you could instantly fall in love with them."

"So who's the lucky girl?"

"That doesn't matter."

"Ooooh!", she said laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"It's nothing. Really."

That did it. I started tickling her.

"Why are you laughing now? What's so funny, huh?"

"Stop. . .Edward!", she said between laughs.

"No! I like to hear you laugh."

"Edward. . .stop! Please!"

"Well since you said please, I guess I can let you go this time."

"Edward! That was not funny!"

"I thought it was."

"My pain, your joy."

"Tickling is not pain." "Yeah. It's torture."

Then her face got all serious.

"Edward. Did you imprint on me?"