Previously:
Edward walked over to the bed, resting a hand on the head, looking down at me.
"Well where should I start?" He chuckled.
This is going to be a long night.

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I stared at him long and deadly before I noticed his eyes were now a smoldering topaz.

"You're eyes aren't black anymore." I blurted. I have to learn to think before I spoke.

"They're cool like that." He shrugged. "How's your finger?"

"My finger?" I asked bemused.

"Yeah, you sliced open pretty well in Biology." He answered sincerely.

"I was just knocked unconscious and a lump the size of an emu egg is probably about to erupt on my forehead, yet you're concerned about a measly paper cut?"

"Carlisle says they're the number one reason people have to undergo finger amputations from copious infections, so naturally I'm very concerned." He responded genuinely, with a slight trace of humour.

I brought my index finger up to my nose to take a good look at it.

"It's seems to have healed very nicely Dr. Edward." I joked.

"That's good." He nodded, gently pushing my legs away from the edge of the bed so he could take a seat.

"So tell me," he began, his voice low and seductive as he leaned down over me, placing a hand either side of me, "how is it that you know," he continued, coming so close to my face, our noses almost touched, "that I react… irrationally in the presence of blood?"

My heart thudded erratically, that I was sure any moment it would pound out of my chest. I swallowed the tension building up in my throat as he raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I stammered.

"Come on, you can tell me.." He whispered, even more alluringly, zoning in just a smidgen closer.

"No idea, Edward." I whispered back.

"Don't play stupid!" He roared, leaping up from the bed, striding over to the door and slammed it shut with such a force it unhinged itself and slammed against the ground.

I jumped in fright and bolted upright on the bed. Hastily, I rolled off the bed and ran to the other side of the room, the side furthest away from the only exit.

"You're a pathetic liar, Hazel Jane, if that is your real name." He spat, glowering at me.

"Of course it's my real name!" I shouted back at him. I wasn't going to let some wretched blood lusting leech coerce me.

"I've done my research; there's no record of you ever coming into this country, no passport, no airplane ticket. There's no file for you at the police station, school, even at the most inaccessible sources. Who are you and what are you doing in Forks?" He breathed, trying to control his temper.

"I'm Hazel Jane, as I already said! How do you know about any files? My passport? My plane ticket? What makes you think you have the right to snoop around in my things as if you were some Sherlock Holmes reincarnation?"

"I think we both know the answer to that one." He barked.

"I think only you do!" I cried.

"Only a stupid vampire can access that sort of information." He answered slyly. Honestly, I didn't know whether he was referring to himself as an idiot or a bloodsucker. So I stupidly asked.

"So are you referring to yourself as an idiot or bloodsucker?" I glared.

In response, he strode over to the wardrobe door and swung it open. With merely a trace of effort he pulled the door from its hinges and snapped it in half.

"Does that answer your question?" He spat, throwing the broken door aside.

My eyes widened in fear, but I knew I had to keep my cool if I didn't want to be dinner. Briefly, I met his eyes and noticed they were still the similar shade of gold as they were beforehand. The large knot in my stomach loosened just the slightest.

"Perfectly."

"Well, maybe you'd be so kind as to answer my question. Where did you come from?" He said slowly.

I was tempted to give him the birds and the bees talk, but bearing in mind my current situation I didn't let curiosity take the better of me.

"Isabella Swan's wardrobe.." I honestly answered.

"Don't mess with me Hazel. He scrutinized.

"You asked for the truth and that's what I gave you." I shot back, backing away from him as he lurked closer to me. Soon we appeared to be circling each other ever so slowly.

If I could keep him calmly talking for a second longer, I'd be standing right beside the door and have the opportunity to make a break for it.

"I'll humour you then. How did you get to Isabella Swan's wardrobe if you were in Australia?"

Only a few more steps and I'd be there.

"Well, I went to the theatre with my class you see," I began, realizing that telling the truth every now and then wasn't so hard, "and I found Bella in a closet and then I saw this door so I entered and ended up here in Forks." I smiled at the end of my story.

"Well, why didn't I think of that?" He answered mockingly.

"Because you're just a stupid vampire!" I hollered and made a break for the door.

I didn't know my way around the house so I just took as many set of stairs down in reach. I knew it was stupid running from a vampire; after all he was the world's most perilous predator.

"You can run, but you can't hide!" Edward chuckled from the bedroom. I still didn't know which Cullen owned it.

Exasperated and breathlessly, I finally made it to the front door. I appeared to be in the front room, the piano sat mystically, not too far from the front door, and long, wide window panels decorated the walls, leading to the open kitchen.

I launched forward to turn the knob but a short, cool wind brushed past my arm and stole it from my grasp.

"You're not going anywhere." His velvety voice snarled.

"How will you make sure of that?" I snarled right back.

"Not just I, you little impostor, we." He corrected.

And from the kitchen six, beautiful monsters arose with smiles so sardonic spread across their inhumanely perfect complexions.

A/N: Thanks again for all your support and a special thanks goes to Feng Yue for their great advice and criticism.