I don't own anything, but the plot! All characters belong to Stephanie Meyer.

By the way, to those who read this summary in "story options" some changes have now been made. For example, Bella is "dazzled" by Edward and the bad guy in this story may not be Mike but he will be a character in this story. James is also more than likely to appear too and create trouble for our lovers.

Chapter three

BPOV

So I'd forgiven Edward. And why you ask? Because of his damn fucking beautiful eyes! Yeah, I, Bella Swan, got "dazzled" by a some greek god of a boy I hadn't even known the name of an hour ago and had only had two conversations with during that time, one of which was barely two sentences and the other was written on paper. If I had have been told I was going to do this an hour ago I would have laughed out loud and said it was impossible, but that would have been before I saw Edward Cullen.

As ridiculous as the whole thing seemed when I though it through in my head, when I though back to the looks we had shared in biology and whenever I looked into his eyes or ogled at his perfect face again, it didn't seem so stupid anymore. I wanted to know him better. It was so strange. After our little moment in biology something changed in me, like a magnetic pull inside me drawing me to him, willing me to find out more about him. But the thing that fascinated me most about him was how he continued to look at me. He'd said in his note that he liked me, and that alone was something to shock me, but when he looked at me, there was more emotion in his eyes than just a simple crush. It looked like love.

Instead of being uncomfortable as I felt his stare on me, I found that knowledge sending chills down my spine and making goosebumps appear on my arms. I looked up at him again to see him staring at me as I had suspected. A crooked grin spread across him face as his eyes met mine. I giggled nervously as I looked down again, blushing hard. I heard his quiet chuckle and that made me blush more.

Get a grip, Bella! He's just a guy! The logical part of brain reasoned.

You mean a guy who should have greek adonis written across his face! Oh... that beautiful face... The less logical part said.

I heard a sound come from the seat next to me. It sounded like a purring sound or something. I looked at Edward questioningly but he had his head down with a pained expression on his face. It looked like he was trying to control himself. From doing what, though? I shivered thinking that maybe it was to do with me. No! No! Don't you dare allow your mind to think that way! Of course its not about you! I mean why would it?!

I started to feel the tension rolling of him again, like from before when we had both been looking at each other. I knew if I looked at him now it would not be a good decision to make, not after what had happened last time. I shivered as I remembered what had passed between us not minutes ago. The way his eyes had seemed to impossibly darken even more from their already black irises.

I began writing my notes down faster than before in a pointless attempt to take my mind of the boy next to me. He had also resumed writing his notes at a faster pace than before. Our hands were very close as we wrote and that didn't seem to help him or me. His breathing became heavier and my heart was thumping so fast in my chest that I though it might jump out and I was sure he could hear it because his breathing seemed to matched at the same pace.

Suddenly, our hands brushed. Big mistake it seemed.

He let out something that sounded very close to a growl and he quickly gripped onto the table edge so hard I thought it would break in two. Some of the other students looked to our desk, but soon shrugged it off and carried on with what they were doing. But I didn't. I continued to look at him concerned. His face was so distorted with pain. His face never composed and his grip on the table never relaxed. It looked like he was shaking from the effort to keep his hold on the table. I was sure I could see dents in the table. He actually looked close to tears.

I had to know what was wrong with him.

What's wrong? I wrote.

He looked more pained, maybe it wasn't a good idea to communicate with him. He seemed to consider for a moment, maybe about answering my note. One of his hands lifted from the table but it was down again twice as fast. If possible his face became became more tortured and his grip on the table was stronger than ever. I could now clearly see his hands sinking into the table's surface. Wait! How is that possible? How can his hands be strong enough to make dents in the table? That wasn't normal..

His tense position began to relax, only a little though, after some several minutes. That was a good sign. But I couldn't consentrate on that relief for long because when his hands lifted (slowly, as if testing himself) I could now clearly see the dents his fingers had made in the table. I don't know if he saw me looking or if he was realising his mistake, but very quickly the dents seemed to match with another patch of the wooden table, almost identical. It was like no dents were there now, they just blended in. If I hadn't watched the dents been made in the first place I wouldn't have noticed their outline, but I knew they were there.

Maybe it had been like that before. But I'm sure the other marks weren't there before. No, it wasn't possible that he could have made those dents in the first place, and it certainly wasn't possible for him to cover it up that fast.

Stop thinking crazy, Bella

So I shrugged it off. But the memory of those hands sinking into the table kept flashing back into my mind over and over again. Look! It didn't happen! Get over it!

Edward passed me a note.

I'm alright now. I just didn't feel very well. It said.

I looked up at him and looked at him not convinced.

Are you sure?

Yes. Thank you for your concern. He smiled at me.

The school bell rang signaling the end of class. Had it really only been an hour? It seemed so much longer, and so much had happened in that short time. I was sure it had been longer than just sixty minutes.

I collected my books and put my jacket back on. I looked up to see Edward standing quite close to me and also staring at me. Well there's a shock. He moved closer to my side. I could actually feel his breath on my face now, and smell it. God he smelled amazing...

The combination of looking into his eyes, smelling his sweet breath and feeling the cold air on my face left me completely and utterly dazed. I finally consentrated on reality and shook my head to clear any dazed thoughts. I focused on his face and noticed he wore a rather amused expression, but his eyes held that same loving and awed emotion he usually had when he looked at me.

I stepped back a little to put a little space between us and also to help my dazed state.

"Erm.." I started, but I couldn't think of anything to say without making a idiot of myself.

"So.. are you sure you're o-okay now?" I guess that was the best way to start a conversation with him, even if I did stutter.

"Yes. Sorry if scared you" he replied smoothly.

"No, no.. I w-was just w-worried, you know"

He seemed happy that I was concerned about him and his eyes sparkled with joy while he still looked at my face. I blushed under his stare. We both walked out of the classroom together. He still wore that happy expression, as though I'd told him the most wonderful thing in his life by simply telling him I cared. Finally he chose to speak.

"Why did you move to Forks?" he asked.

Well that was unexpected. I was a little taken back by his question. I hesitated thinking how I should start and then made the mistake of looking into his eyes.

"My mom remarried.." I slowly started

His face suddenly became hostile.

"Did he ever hurt you?! Was he mean to you?!" He almost shouted. To be honest I was a little scared of him right now.

"No, no! He never did anything like that, Phil's actually pretty cool"

His expression relaxed.

"Then why didn't you stay with them?" he asked curiously. I didn't understand why he was interested.

"Well.. Phil's a minor league baseball player, and he travels a lot"

"So your mother sent you here so she could travel with him" for some reason that made him feel sad... for me?

"No, I sort of sent myself. You see, my mom stayed with me at first but she missed him. So I figured it wouldn't hurt to spend some time with Charlie"

He looked fascinated by what I was telling him.

"But now you're unhappy" that made him look sad again.

"Why does it matter? I mean.. a lot of people are unhappy in the world"

"But you're more important than them, more important than anyone ever" he mumbled very, very quietly. I don't think I was meant to hear that. Did he really just say that to himself?

"What?" I asked shocked

He looked down at me. He obviously realised that I'd heard him. His expression was mortified.

"Well-.. I mean- I.." He stuttered.

He quickly turned around without another word and started walking in the other direction. Well that was odd.

EPOV

Oh no! She'd heard me! She must think I'm some kind of freaky obsessed stalker! Which in other people's eyes I probably was. But it had been true what I'd said. She was more important than other people, more important than anyone had ever been to me ever. I just couldn't stop myself from saying it. Well, wait a go! Now she's never going to talk to you again!

I could only hope that she would forget about it. Well, I suppose she forgave me for kissing her, so maybe she would forget about what she heard too. I knew better than to get my hopes up, but I couldn't help the happiness build up thinking that she would just act like nothing happened when I saw her tomorrow. Tomorrow... I'm sure my dead heart started doing little nervous flips at the thought of just seeing her again.

I didn't want to go to my next class, my thoughts would only be filled with Bella anyway. Bella. Bella. Bella. Bella...

I decided to go and sit in my car while waiting for school to end. I soon found myself wallowing in the familiar pain I had felt all this morning through not being close to Bella.

This morning seemed like such a long time ago. A sadder and darker time. A place without Bella. I shuddered at that last thought. Any world without Bella was intolerable torture to me. I didn't expect how strongly my emotions would come out due to these thoughts. Just thinking of that empty picture had me actually dry sobbing. I desperately tried to shake the image from my head, but only worse images came. Bella's dead cold form in my arms, Bella's parents and friends gathered around her grave, and me... me kneeling in front of that grave dry sobbing even more than I was now.

Stop it! Stop it!I brought my knees up to my chest and started rocking back and forth. Bella's alive. Bella's alive. Bella's alive. I chanted over and over in my head. I don't know how long I sat there rocking and dry sobbing. It could have been minutes, even hours. The nightmare just wouldn't leave.

Edward you need to calm down! I heard Alice calling me in her head.

I could hear the rest of my siblings coming towards the car now too, all shouting at me in their heads to calm myself down. None of it was any good. Jasper started sending calm waves towards me which helped to an extent, but didn't entirely stop the sobs shaking my chest.

What the fuck was going through his head to lead him to this?!- Emmett

Strange, strange Edward- Rosalie

I've never seen him like this- Jasper

Edward, I know. I couldn't imagine life without Jasper.. but look over there- Alice

I looked up to see Bella walking away from the school and to her truck. My sweet, sweet angel. She's alive.

My shaking form began to relax at the sight of her, and the thought that she was alive, that she was still in my world. My mind filled with the awe of her beauty and the power of my love for her, just like the first time I saw her.

I watched her until she drove away from the school and was out of sight. I still watched her in the minds of other people she was passing and listened to the noise of her truck. Alice still continued to run soothing circles in my back as if comforting a small child. Finally my sobs stopped and relaxed my position.

My siblings all smiled at me assuredly, except Rosalie, but that was expected. Even though she hadn't comforted me like the others had, she still understood the pain what I had gone through. They all did. None of them could ever imagine existing without their imprints. I had never understood the pain went through whenever separated from their other half, or the wonder and awe they felt by just simply looking upon their face. But I did now.

Even now, when I knew she was barely a few miles away I felt such pain and emptiness when I didn't feel her presence by my side, or the comfort of hearing her voice. It was so painful not being with her.

You can go and see her later, but you have to go and tell Esme now. She's going to be so happy!

As much as it pained me to, I had to agree with Alice that we needed to talk to Esme and Carlisle first. With a defeated sigh, I started the engine of my car and drove away from the school.

Of course the pull in my chest which always drew me in the direction Bella was immediately started protesting when I drove opposite way from where I really wanted to go, but as painful as it was I tried to ignore it, with not much success. Jasper sent me some calm waves which I was thankful for.

With my fast driving we soon made it to the house in record time. And so it was time to tell Esme. I had to admit I was excited to tell her that I imprinted, knowing that this was what she always wanted for me, to find the my other half and no longer be lonely as I had not even realised I had been until I found Bella. I now knew just how empty my existance had been.

Alice skipped inside to tell Esme the news.

Esme was on the second floor and came down the stairs when she heard us arrive.

"Esme! Esme!" Alice was practically bouncing on the spot.

What's the matter with Alice- Esme looked over at me asking for explanation.

"Tell her, Edward!" Alice squealed.

"Edward?" Esme asked curiously. I walked towards until I was in front of her. She looked up at me and I smiled down at her practically beaming in my new found joy.

"Today.." I stared "I met someone, a girl at the school"

She didn't understand at first, but then realisation dawned on her face and a huge smile broke across her face. She pulled me into a tight hug. Her thoughts were only of the joy and relief she felt for me.

"Oh, Edward! This is wonderful!" I chuckled at her.

"You have to tell your father when he comes home, he will be so thrilled!"

I nodded. I sensed a hundred questions in her mind ready to spill. I chuckled again. She looked into my face and her own face warmed as she saw the happiness glowing in my eyes. And first question of course...

"What's her name?"

I smiled even more. "Isabella Marie Swan"

(;I was going to end here but I decided that wouldn't be fair to Carlisle;) I felt a thrill go through me as I said her name. And if possible Esme's smile got bigger, as did my own smile. Ha! Tanya's face if she were here now. She doesn't have a chance in hell now that he's found his imprint. Not that she had one before. Esme thought smugly. I shuddered as I remembered the times that Tanya had tried to seduce me.

"Come on, lets go and talk in the other room" she said eagerly.

I followed her into the other room and told her about Bella. I told her about her beautiful brown eyes, the way she blushed so adorably, her sweet voice, her clumsiness which only made her cuter in my eyes, but most of all I told her about how much I loved her, how the whole world changed the moment I saw her. I knew she already knew what I was talking about as she had imprinted on Carlisle, but I just wanted any exscuse to talk about my imprint. I sounded like a teenage girl talking about her favourite male star.

After hours of talking about Bella, just then I heard Carlisle's car pull up. Just like I had been with Esme I couldn't wait to tell my "father" about Bella and how imprinting had changed me so completely.

Carlisle entered the room Esme and I were and we both looked up. Esme ran into his arms sqealing with excitement in anticipation to see his reaction to the news we were about to tell him.

Carlisle looked startled but a little amused. What's happening, Edward?

I smiled sheepishly while looking down at my feet. I remembered a conversation I'd previously had with Carlisle some years ago concerning imprinting.

Flashback

"You will find her, Edward!" Carlisle claimed. We'd had this conversation so many times before.

"Carlise, I'm almost a hundred years old! If someone was ever meant for me I think I would have found her by now"

"You never know, Edward.. I found Esme almost three-"

"Yes, yes, I know, you found Esme after nearly three hundred years after you were changed"

"So what makes you think there's no one out there for you?"

I sighed

"Face it, Carlisle, I'm just not meant to be with anyone. Let's just put a stop to this"

End of flashback

Thinking back to that conversation I felt ashamed at my stubbornness. Now that I'd imprinted it was hard to believe that I had ever thought like that at all.

"Tell him!" Esme's voice brought me back to reality.

Carlisle was still waiting for an explanation. "Edward?" he asked curiously, just like Esme had a few hours ago.

"Try and guess" I said.

He thought for a few minutes, then he looked at my face, my eyes and through them saw the emotions that had never been there before until today. His face lit up, then turned smug. He replayed the conversation between him and myself that I had just a moment been thinking of myself.

So... no one out there for you, huh?

At that we both laughed. He embraced me in a fatherly hug.

"I'm so happy for you, son" he whispered.

"Thanks, Dad" I whispered back.

I drew away from his embrace. I had to go. The pain of being away from Bella was getting worse. Carlisle and Esme both understood and allowed me to leave. I was out of the house before they even had time to blink.

I didn't stop for a second in my tracks. I ran and ran, and it wasn't long before I was outside her house.

Okay, so some of you may have thought that Edward's reaction earlier was a bit over the top, but that's just what imprinting for vampires is like. Vampires sort of develop an obsession with their imprints, but not exactly possessive.

Oh, and just so you know, it is summer so there may be times when I am unable to update soon. Sorry.

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