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A/N: Just a quick thank you to everyone who have listed this story and myself under their favorites and are following. The interest in this story has been amazing. Thank you to all those who have reviewed, not many mind you, but those few who have.

Here comes the anticipated phys-ed scene. I am not a sport fan, but I do recall playing floor hockey in high school, where I accidentally hit our coach in the unmentionables. It was a fond memory and I used it as inspiration. I know absolutely nothing about hockey, so forgive the lack of specific details and enjoy the scene. In regards to a certain question posed in the reviews, you're about to find out a bit more where Edward's relationship status is heading.

Enjoy.

Onyx Feloric

Edward ignored the knowing looks Alice and Jasper shot his way during lunch and the following few classes they had together. By the end of advanced trig, he was ready for phys-ed. They were playing hockey. Usually the teacher put him and Jasper on opposite teams. He smirked, the look startling one of the students who caught sight of it. That puck was going somewhere unpleasant.

Jadys followed Onyx out of the locker room with a suspicious look on his face. Later, the man had said, well, Jadys wasn't that patient. When he'd pressed him for details during their brief meet up in the hallway, he'd been distracted by a tongue down his throat and a whispered, patience, before the man disappeared into chemistry. Now, Onyx simply smirked at him. On the bright side, he was really there. Those eyes actually saw what was going on around them.

Onyx grabbed a hockey stick from the teacher, giving a twirl in his hand as if testing the balance. If only the teacher and other students knew that those hands could wield a sword deadly accurate. It had been a sword that killed the Dark Lord, dropping his head from his shoulders. Jadys had seen what he was capable of, especially with all that speed and strength behind it. Jadys swallowed as those arms flexed, then crossed his arms at the sight of the smirk. Onyx freaking knew.

Edward had been right. Jasper smirked across the field from him, hockey stick in hand, surrounded by human children. He would have to be careful, but he would have ample opportunity. He glared and gripped the stick tighter, letting off when he heard the wood start to creak. Oh, it was on.

The whistle blew and the puck was loose. All the guys took off, both teams aiming for the elusive little puck. Almost immediately, Edward had it and shot off, running slow enough to not cause suspicion, but fast enough to make the humans push themselves. Jasper loomed ahead of him, quickly stealing the puck and rushing to the other side. Out of nowhere, a flash of white-blonde hair appeared and the puck was back in the right direction.

Jadys gave a smirk as he passed Edward. Shooting the puck and slipping it under the stick of the goalie. The coach blew the whistle, taking the puck. "Line up!"

Edward glanced out the corner of his eye at the blonde, taking in the hair thrown up in a bun, small strands escaping and hanging in his eyes. There was just the thinnest layer of sweat on his face, but he showed no signs of exertion. Edward caught sight of those two little holes on the side of his neck, but they looked different, as if they'd healed since the morning.

The puck was dropped and the blonde took off, speeding in and around the other students. Ah, but he was graceful, almost dancing as he dodged. Suddenly a whir of black stole the puck. Onyx flashed past him, passing the puck to a grinning Jasper, who sunk the puck in easily. The black-haired man chuckled lowly, pausing to give Jasper a high-five, momentarily stunning both the blonde vampire and the students around him.

The game continued on, the score even. Edward was steadily growing angrier at the team made by Jasper and Onyx. Their temporary partnership was flawless, each able to read the other's intention. It was surprising, considering they had rarely spoken or interacted. He wasn't without his own partner though. Jadys, despite his more delicate outer appearance, was equally capable. He was quick and nimble, easily following his direction and wordlessly sharing his own.

Edward looked over. Jadys' silver eyes nodded to the left, showing him the opening. The puck flew. Mike tried to get his stick in, shoving his shoulder hard with a snarl on his lips. Edward had to lean as if the shove had done something or the kid would break an arm. He sighed inside and turned, glancing up just in time to run head on into Onyx. The coach blew the whistle as they fell.

Edward fell hard and a heavy body fell on top of him. Though he didn't need to breathe, the air was knocked out of him and he heard Onyx's grunt of pain above him, probably from the impact against his stone body. For a brief moment, he felt every line of the other man's body and looked up into his eyes.

Verdant green stared down into his own dark gold eyes, the gaze filled with heat and adrenaline. Edward didn't breathe, not wanting his body to betray him to that searching look. It was a relief when the coach helped pull the boy off him and turn to 'help' him.

"You boys okay?"

Edward only nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment. He felt it when Jasper came to stand by him, sending a calming wave towards him.

Feloric rotated a shoulder. "Yeah." There was an irritated look on his face that aimed its way towards the Newton boy. Those green eyes narrowed and his muscles tensed. Jadys laid a hand on his arm.

The coach nodded. "Good. Class dismissed." He turned his eyes on Newton. "Except you, Newton." The scent of fear permeated the air for a moment before Jasper was tugging Edward towards the locker room.

Behind them, Jadys and Onyx walked slowly, arms brushing each other as they walked. The blonde's words floated up to them. "Easy, love."

"I'm fine." Feloric's voice was tense.

"You're not, but if you insist." Jadys strung his arm through the taller man's, gently stroking his fingers across the underside of his forearm, hoping to ease the tense muscles he found there.

Ahead of them, Edward ignored the concerned look his brother threw at him. No doubt the blonde could feel the emotions sliding through him, the most prominent being confusion underlined with lust. The feel of that body on top of him, every part of them in line with each other. He could still feel the heat of his body sinking into his own. It was as if every place that heat sank, his own body warmed and tingled. Not even Bella's skin against his own had caused such a sensation. So lost in his own emotions and thoughts, he easily tuned all other voices away.

Jasper watched his brother war with the emotions he was feeling. Since Bella's departure, Edward had been perpetually drowning. He had felt it before, an unrelenting sense of loneliness and despair. All of his family had a partner, someone to call a lover and companion. Rosalie had Emmett when they went to the warm island places. Carlisle had Esme to travel to foreign continents. He had Alice and would follow her to the end of the world if she so desired, but Edward had no one.

When Bella had first caught their brother's attention, it had been a bond of pure blood lust, but their bond had grown. Even with the discomfort she caused him, he was glad to see Edward happy and finally with someone. Should it have been necessary, he knew the girl would have made an excellent addition to their family, but he was also glad the girl had left. Towards the end of their relationship, he had seen how the bond between them had changed. Though Edward was almost heartbroken at her leaving, the emotions he sensed had morphed to that his siblings felt for each other. Had Bella been changed, they would have loved each other, perhaps for a very long time, but they would have more than likely found others to love. Alice looked forward to speaking to the girl when she called and he knew that Edward looked forward as well, but he wasn't absolutely relying on that contact.

Alice knew something the others did not, however. There was a lust that Edward was fighting for the strange English students. When his love had spoken of it, he had been skeptical, but feeling those emotions now only confirmed Alice's words. Somehow, Edward was attracted to the Brits, both if Alice was correct.

The four entered the locker room to see most of the other boys finishing changing. Unlike normal, Jadys and Onyx didn't head towards the restroom, but started changing near their lockers. Jadys seemed to be keeping a wary eye on his companion while changing, as if he would be needed to hold the other man at bay.

Onyx lifted his shirt over his head and threw it into his locker. There was an anger thrumming through his blood that was spiraling beyond his control. The petty Newton boy was lucky Jadys had put a hand on his arm, halting him from doing something regrettable. Still though, he slammed his hand into the locker, feeling the metal bend under his palm. He wasn't certain where his rage was coming from.

Suddenly, something was shoved under his nose. For a dark moment, he felt his fangs lengthen and a snarl develop in his throat, but when Jadys' scent cascaded through him, he simply shuddered. The pale wrist under his nose gently wrapped around his neck while the other made its way around his waist, fingers making gentle circles against his lower stomach. With Jadys' scent around him, body pressed in a long line down his back, he began to calm.

"Easy." Jadys' voice whispered against the back of his neck and he felt soft lips touch his skin.

Onyx let out a sigh and leaned his head against his arm.

Jasper and Edward listened intently from the other bank of lockers, thankful the other boys had made themselves scarce.

Jadys held the tense form of his sire, waiting for those strong muscles to relax. He could sense the two vampires behind them, standing still on the other side of the lockers. "Are you okay?"

Onyx nodded, pulling his hand away from his arm and straightening, feeling Jadys' hands running down the length of his back. The black haired man sighed.

Jadys smiled. "I do enjoy your artwork, love." His fingers traced an outstretched wing. The beast was a Hungarian Horntail, wings outstretched and deadly mouth spouting orange and yellow flame. It's dark body displayed thick muscle offset by the gleaming spikes on the head, back, and tail shown in a phantom light. Sharp claws clung tight to the raven's skin, seemingly tearing into the flesh beneath. Jadys leaned close, hand gripping the other man's hip tight. "Just like the real thing."

Onyx let loose a low chuckle at the whisper and turned around. There was a glimmer in his green eyes. "I suppose so." The man turned and grabbed a shirt in his locker.

Jadys smirked and turned to do the same thing.

Behind the lockers, Jasper and Edward glanced at each other, quickly changing. As they walked out of the locker room, the pair walking slowly out behind them, Edward emerged himself into his thoughts. When Feloric had let go that low chuckle, something in the air lessened, an unseen pressure dissipating into nothing. He had to speak with his father.

The strange sense of apathy, the distance from the other humans...The two holes in the blonde's neck.

Something was different.

A/N: I am super stoked about the next chapter. We know that Edward has noted that something is different about our two favorite British boys, and now I think it's time for him to do something about it. Please review.