Chapter Six

Port Angeles, the port of angels.

A place that I had been to when I was younger, though not much.

It had been three years since I had been in Washington State in itself, so of course time would have passed since I had last been to Port Angeles.

I was currently heading to the said city in Jessica's car, in the back seats while Angela was sitting in the passenger seat of Jessica's car.

We were hoping to get dresses for her and Angela when it came to the Girls' Choice Spring Dance. (That was if everything was going to be going exactly as planned, though you couldn't ask me to the Girls' Choice Spring Dance for all the money in the world).

I would be stuck telling them what dresses they should have though like I had thought before I couldn't even give a shit about what dresses they would wear. I wasn't going to the dance, nor I would, despite how many boys would have probably asked me to ask them to the dance some more.

As soon as we arrived in Port Angeles it didn't take long for us to reach one of the shopping districts that Jessica had chosen for her and Angela. Angela was being the awkward person she was, sitting there with her hands intertwined together and hoping she wouldn't cause any problems with being here. I felt bad for a little bit, since she wasn't the most social person but was trying because she wanted to be there for Jessica since Lauren's death.

I hopped out of the car and strolled into the shop, though I was almost tempted to turn around and walk right back out. It felt as though every girl had the same exact plan as Jessica and Angela did. There were so many high school girls that were looking through the racks for their perfect dress they would wear to wow their dates. I fought the urge to roll my eyes and instead shot a polite smile towards the retail workers that were rushing throughout the shop and making sure they would have each and every girl leave with a good review online.

Jessica was rattling off about all different styles there were to offer. She had plenty of dresses at home, at least that was what her parents thought, but since she had a job, she was able to go and buy a new dress whenever she felt like she wanted to. She'd end up getting eye rolls from her family members, but fashion was important. Especially when she would have to compete against the Cullen girls, though that was not really a competition since the Cullen girls would win hands down.

I wasn't surprised when Jessica told us Mr. and Mrs. Mallory had decided they would be putting their house up for sale because they didn't want to live in their house anymore. I didn't comment on it though, since it made sense, they wouldn't want to live in the house where their daughter had been ruthlessly murdered. Maybe they would put in an actual alarm system into their new house once they would move, because only those that were asking to be murdered or burgled didn't have alarm systems.

Pulling one of the dresses off of the racks, I noted silently how the fabric was kind of cheap. I might not be a fashionista but even I could tell that the dress needed to be burnt and not sold. Thankfully neither Jessica nor Angela had gravitated to the dresses that were made with the cheapest fabrics, being sold three times worth their actual fabric put together.

"Are you sure you don't want to come to the dance with us?"

I turned, my eyes landing on Jessica as she pulled one of the dresses off of the rack that looked as though it would never be allowed inside the school. She'd get a pass of course, her best friend had just died (you're welcome, Jessica) so she'd be an emotional wreck. Try telling her not to wear that whorish dress and she would end up crying, and that would be the last thing the faculty of Forks High would need on a night of celebration.

"I don't go to school dances, I'm all for parties but anything that has to do with school, no thank you," I told them, making Jessica squeal some before she put her dress back on the rack. She clasped her hands together and I watched her with weariness.

"You just gave me an excellent idea! I mean, there's no point in going to the school dance after all, I don't want the pitiful looks they'll give me," Jessica started, before she continued, "we should go to this party my college cousin was invited to on Myspace! You have to come with me, girls!"

Angela blushed and sat down on one of the decorative chairs that were throughout the store and shook her head.

"No thank you, the party scene…college boys…not my thing. I think I'm still going to the school dance. I'm sure that the both of you will have fun, just bring your own drinks…and one of you will be the designated driver."

I mentally noted how Angela wasn't surprised by the fact that her friend had decided she would go to the college party, despite being only seventeen.

This was far from the first time that this was going to happen, so I agreed with going with Jessica. Maybe I would end up finding a new victim, and when she said she would take Mike with her to the party (she even offered to have Tyler come to the party with me but one look from me made her second guess asking me again) I was given the opportunity to strike again.

I could only have to go into two more dress shops before I said I had a book I had reserved online at some bookstore down by the piers, where Jessica and Angela said they would end up meeting up with me at the restaurant. I waved goodbye to them and left the shop behind me, letting out a deep breath of relief at how I had successfully gotten away from them.

Stuffing my hands into the pockets of my pants, I went in the direction of where I was telling them I would go. The sun was starting to set, which sent off beautiful rays of a sunset against the water. I glanced around at the people that passed by me, wondering what they would have done if they found out they were walking past a girl that had murdered her classmate at school just because she wanted to know what it was like to kill someone.

If things were going to be good, then I would end up being able to kill Mike at the party too. I would have to be extremely careful, because that meant I would possibly be caught if I was being sloppy. I would be sent to prison for the two murders. It would be kind of disappointing if I would be caught a month after I would have killed Lauren all because I had killed her best friend's friend-with-benefits.

A pocketknife was tucked away in the pocket of my jeans, folded in so I wouldn't poke myself on the hand or in the thumb because I would be messing with it. The wind came and blew some, ruffling clothes and hair. People drove past me in their cars or were in taxis and buses, all on their own paths for their means of interest.

I walked past the bookstore when I saw it, frowning when I saw that it reminded me of Woodstock. There was nothing wrong with Woodstock, just it wasn't the type of vibe/aesthetic that I would want to be around all the time. Chances where the shop would be musty but there would be incense that was lit, mixing in an odd scent. There were lit up salt rocks that were in the display along with books about meditation. The lady behind the counter held complete 'stoner' vibes about her, so this was only a confirmation for me to not go into the shop.

In fact, I was tempted to flirt with danger.

Other girls were nervous, or would be nervous, if they walked into the next alleyway that led towards the warehouse district, but I wasn't like other girls. I wasn't afraid of what would happen, of the demons that were swirling around and waiting for the right moment to strike. I went through the alleyway with my hands still stuffed into the pockets of my pants. I wanted some man to follow me and think that he was going after some innocent girl so he could have 'fun' with her before discarding her, whether still alive or not, and then heading off his merry way.

It didn't take long for three men to begin to trail me, which was quite predictable. They had their hands stuffed into their own pockets of their jeans or jackets. They made sure their eyes were focused intently on me and I made myself look weak, curled in and vulnerable. The pocketknife within my jean pocket and self-defense lessons I had taken (Charlie insisted on me learning how to self-defend myself when I was in middle school) were my secret weapons against them.

Noting that I was heading off to a dead end, I entered and stopped, ignoring the chuckling of the men behind me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before opening and turning around, prepared in order to act like a girl that had gotten lost. They were ready to strike but so was I.

Only, I had barely turned around when a silver Volvo came careening into the alleyway. I knew that silver Volvo too, Edward Fucking Cullen had decided he would come and save me. I grinded my teeth together behind my clenched jaw as he spun his car so that the passenger side was facing me. He opened the front passenger door and commanded me to enter, which I did so because there was no way I would allow him to know the truth about me.

Jumping into the Volvo, I buckled myself and ignored him when he commanded me to do so. I clasped my hands together and kept both worry but also intrigue upon my features. Edward was growling underneath his breath, an almost animalistic tinge to it, and got out of the vehicle when the men began to stalk towards the Volvo as though they were prepared to pull me out of the Volvo so they could do whatever they wanted to do in front of Edward.

I didn't ask him to stay in the car as he unbuckled himself and got himself out. I knew that he wasn't human and really was leaning towards him being a vampire along with the rest of his family for some unknown reason. He stalked forward in front of the Volvo, the headlights straight on the thugs and the brick wall behind them.

The thugs stiffened where they were before they hurried off in fear, making me crane my head to the side and smirk some. I wished I had that power, I wished with everything I was for me to have the same abilities and be the same inhuman creature that Edward and his family were. It would be so easy for me to kill whenever I wanted, whoever I wanted, and I wouldn't have to worry about being caught but since I was human, I couldn't just do all of that.

Edward got back into the Volvo and slammed the driver's side door shut just hard enough I expected for the glass of the window to break. The window was safe and didn't break at all, instead Edward drove out of the alleyway and asked me to distract him. I began to rattle off about random things that were happening at home with Charlie and the latest adventures that were happening with Renee and Phil. He listened to him with an intensity that was a little too much for the situation.

Edward had barely calmed down when he pulled into the parking lot of the Italian restaurant I was supposed to eat at with Jessica and Angela. I didn't ask him how he knew about the restaurant. Knowing him, and the essence about him, he probably had been tailing me around Port Angeles to make sure I would be okay in the end.

Jessica and Angela were standing on the curb of the front sidewalk, in front of the restaurant. They were more than rattled as they turned at the Volvo that parked right in front of them. Jessica had her phone in her hand, but it fell and hit the concrete when she automatically realized that Edward Cullen's silver Volvo was in front of her. Angela brought her hand up and pressed it against her glasses, pushing them up so she could have a second look at what she was seeing.

I got out of the car and went up to them, where I had been surprised when Jessica threw her arms around me before she bent down and picked up her phone. Thankfully it landed on the back of it and didn't crack her phone screen or else that would have sucked. She placed it back into her purse and shot a look over to Edward before she flushed when he turned and looked at her.

I barely paid attention as Edward came up with an excuse for him bringing me here instead of me meeting them here to eat with them. They apologized for eating when I wasn't here because they could only wait for so long.

I accepted their apology since it wasn't too deep for me, I was too busy focusing on Edward and how he was a complete gentleman to them even though I could tell there was this controlling aspect about him. He wanted to make sure that everything would go according to plan. He would make sure things would go the way he wanted them to go and so it wasn't surprising either when he said he would drive me home after he would make sure we would get something to eat.

Saying goodbye to Jessica and Angela, I went into the restaurant with Edward and noted how the hostess perked up where she was behind the hostess stand. She smirked at Edward and made sure that her breasts were on full display, tucking a few pieces of her hair behind her ears. Edward showed no interest in her, instead his eyes went towards me to make sure that I hadn't left the restaurant. I wasn't going anywhere, and he was pleased by this.

Edward asked for a private spot for us, and the hostess listened to him, though there was disappointment upon her face, at the fact that it looked as though he was dating me. I almost wanted to snort at the thought of dating Edward. It wasn't off the table, if Edward was interested in me romantically, I would use him so that I could become whatever he was.

Once we sat down, I couldn't help but notice that the table we were sitting at had a good bit of a romantic aesthetic to it. I was filled with disgust at the sight of the candle sitting in the middle of the table, lit up and reflecting its warm glow in the dark window next to us. I even fought the urge to roll my eyes and scoff at the fact that I was sitting in an Italian restaurant with Edward, and he was looking at me with too much interest for it to be platonic.

Another woman came up to the table and smiled way too friendly and flirty to Edward. Just like with the hostess Edward was polite and cordial with her though she shot a look at me.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes this time, which in return made Edward chuckle some at the slight sassiness that came from me. It was obvious I didn't feel threatened or insulted by the server, who also happened to be named Amber and focused her entire attention on Edward instead of me.

Edward asked me what I wanted to eat, and I named off the first thing I had seen on the menu, not even caring about the prices of the meals. Edward was filthy rich and could pay for my meal, and he seemed relieved that I didn't seem upset with the fact that the meals were on the pricier side. I just hoped that Angela and Jessica didn't break the bank when they ordered their meals.

Amber came back eventually with my mushroom ravioli and almost slammed it onto the table in irritation. She must have wished that I would get up and leave Edward but fat chance.

I had a feeling that Edward was about to tell me something that would change the tides and I would not miss it for anything in the world. I was determined when I needed to be and when I wanted to be, it just so happened that right now was one of those moments.

I forced myself to eat some, surprising myself when I could tell I was hungrier than I thought I would be. Turns out hoping to murder a bunch of thugs and being saved by an obvious inhuman being made you hungry. Or at least that was the case for me, and it annoyed me when Edward had a look of triumph as though he knew I would be hungry.

"So…kind of convenient for you to save me from the thugs…if I was able to guess I would say you were following me," I said after a while, having eaten half of my food.

Edward stirred the coke that he had in front of him with a straw before he pushed the coke to me. I eagerly drank some, having already finished drinking my own coke. He hadn't ordered anything other than coke, which pointed towards him not eating human food (which was obvious since he and the rest of his siblings never ate at school).

"It's true. I was warned by Alice at the last minute. She can see visions of the future and she saw what happened at the last minute. The funny thing is she can't see your future that often…she gets a headache half of the time when she tries to see your future," Edward informed me, easily telling me that his sister was psychic.

I nodded my head to let him know that I understood him before asking him if anyone else in his family could have 'abilities' just like his sister. Edward sighed before it was his turn to nod his head before telling me that he could read minds (everyone's but mine) and that his brother, Jasper, could feel emotions and manipulate them.

"And…I can tell that you're not human," I confessed eventually, making Edward stiffen before he nodded his head again, allowing me to know that he would expect this from me.

At least the both of us knew how to use our inside voice. Otherwise, it would have been a disaster in the making.

The both of us looked as though we were accustomed to whispering and being secretive. As a hopeful serial killer if I were lucky, I would need to be. Edward being inhuman would mean that he would have to be quiet and secretive.

"Anything else you want to tell me?"

"I'm drawn to you…more than I should be."

Edward had leant his head towards me, and I realized that was the same for me. I was not accustomed to things such as this and I hated it.

Edward was making me feel human but that didn't mean I was going to fall in love with him. It just meant that things were going to become even more complicated between us, especially when Edward looked at me like he wanted to drown in me and make me feel the exact same way to him. It made me want to clench my hands into fists before punching him square in the face (that wouldn't be a good thing, he looked as though his skin was as hard as marble).

"I find myself wanting to become friends with you."

Ew.

I did not do friendship but alas this would be needed if I were to become more than human.

So, I agreed with him and let him know that we could try this whole friendship with each other even though everything inside of me wanted to curl away from him or at least hiss at him like a feral cat. I had to reign those feelings in (which was a good thing, and that Edward hadn't been the empath for the family like Jasper Hale was).

I finished eating not that long after and Edward drove me home. Linkin Park was playing in the background, one of my favorite bands. I tapped my fingers against my jeans to the rhythm and hummed some.

Edward didn't seem as though he had any true emotions towards the band but then again, I didn't care what he thought about me or my music taste. I had proven for my whole life that I was not an emotional person, I was diagnosed with Paranoid Personality Disorder after all.

When I arrived home, I could see that Charlie had decided to wait up on me. I was just thankful that he hadn't sat outside on the front porch and waited for me with his gun. It would have been humorous to see what Edward would have done if he was shot with a shotgun but that wasn't needed. I smiled some at the very thought, even more relieved that Edward couldn't read my thoughts.

Saying goodbye to Edward I left the Volvo and went inside the house. Charlie was asleep on the couch even though the television was playing a rerun of one of his favorite shows. I picked up the remote and turned off the television before shaking Charlie awake so he could go to bed. He grumbled and mumbled about me staying out too long. I apologized to him though if I wanted to go out and be out for as long as I wanted to be I would.

I had already decided I would go to the college party with Jessica and be the designated driver. I drank before but it had never been something I had wanted to do all the time. I also didn't want to become an alcoholic or be under the influence if I ever killed someone because I would become sloppy. It was more entertaining to see someone else be drunk off their ass instead of me.

Charlie went up the stairs and almost stumbled because of how tired he was. I was behind him and barely paid attention to him. I was too busy thinking about what happened earlier today and tonight.

I was going to a college party instead of staying home during the stupid dance and could possibly kill Mike if I wanted to. There was also the fact that Edward had confessed that he and the rest of his family weren't human and the abilities that he and his siblings had.

Entering my bedroom, I grabbed some pajamas and then went into the tiny bathroom I shared with Charlie. I would have played some music, but it was too late at night, and Charlie would end up needing to get up early to go to work. He was more determined to find out Lauren's murderer even though I was just as determined for him to not find out it was me.

My phone beeped from a text message when I was taking a shower. I checked it when I got out of the shower and dressed in some comfortable pajamas, I had worn multiple times. There was no need for me to wear fancy pajamas, it wasn't as though I was trying to seduce anyone. I wasn't someone who had a sexy life.

Jessica had texted me I had left my lightweight jacket in her car, and she would give it to me tomorrow at school. I had texted back that I appreciated it before I brushed my teeth and my hair. I slipped under my bed a moment later and did not dream. There was no need to do so.

I hadn't expected to wake up the next morning and sense someone was outside of Charlie's house. I got out of bed and went to the window with aggravation. I did not like the inability of having control over the situation. I could admit that was something Edward Cullen and I had in common with.

Opening my bedroom curtains, I could not help but think that the said boy I was thinking about a moment ago was a bastard when I saw him leaning against his Volvo with a smirk upon his handsome features. He had decided he would drive me to school, and I knew I could not refuse. I would do what he wanted me to do for now, I would make sure I would receive what I wanted.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: UPDATE 2 OF 3.

AS ALWAYS: TWILIGHT DOESN'T BELONG TO ME

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