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Edward's Twilight

Summary:
 The world is on it's axis...and reversed? What if: Edward was the vulnerable human? Bella was the powerful vampire? La Tua Cantante was not a problem with strong Bella? What if...there were other problems? Hey, you, yeah, you with the eyes. Come click on this story. It's worth it. Lol. Chapter 10 is up fool!


Notes:
OKAY! Well, I posted this before, but then I deleted it because I didn't like it anymore. BUT I just re-wrote it, so now I'm reposting it. Let's see how you guys like it now. Yes, the people are out of character, that's why you call it AU: alternate universe! hooray! anway... Disclaimer: It's pretty much all stephenie meyer's...except the idea. I don't own Eddie *hangs head in defeat*


4. Those eyes of his...

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Bella's POV:

"There is school tomorrow!" Alice sang from downstairs. I frowned and lowered the volume of my music.

"No sun out?" I called to her.

"Sorry Bells, no sun!" I sighed, I had really wanted the sun to be out so we didn't have to go to school.

I turned the music back up, forwarding to one of my favorites. I had really gotten into the 80s band music like Duran Duran and Red Hot Chili Peppers ever since I went to that Virgin store in Seattle with Alice. I let the cool rhythm of Hard to Concentrate by the peppers calm my thoughts down even more.

My doodling notebook was lying in front of me, open to a crisp blank page. I had a particular picture in my mind, but I didn't know where to start. I bit down on the pencil, vaguely recognizing the bitter taste of graphite in my mouth.

There was a loud snap and the pencil broke in between the strength of my teeth. I grimaced and spit out the pencil in the nearby trashcan. Third pencil this week. I had to lose this horrible habit of mine.

My entire evening was devoted to the picture. Sad, I know. While the rest of my family played card games and watched some new show on TV, I preferred to sit in my room and draw. Normally, I'd take my notebook down and draw while spending time with them also, but I felt like the image in my mind needed no distractions tonight.

While my pencil flew across the page, I heard a distinct knock at my door. I looked up and softly answered, almost frustrated to be distracted from my work.

"Bella, can I come in?" Carlisle's voice came. I had every pitch of his voice memorized after our many years together, and I heard curiosity in his voice now.

"Of course," I said, closing my notebook and sitting up on my couch where I had been laying on my stomach.

He came in, walking with dignified softness. His face was calm as per usual, and I smiled as I turned off the music. Carlisle was like a father to me, one that I could never repay for all his kindness.

"Bella, may I ask you a question?" He asked, sitting down next to me.

"You just did, Carlisle. But yes, you may ask another." I grinned. He chuckled and shook his head.

"I have never gotten used to your wit, but it's another thing I admire in you," he said softly, smiling. "I wanted to ask…well really, Esme wanted me to ask you…why you prefer to be lonely. She's worried about you, Bella, and after so many years, I have come to worry also. I know you say you're fine with being alone, but dear…haven't you even thought of being with someone who could make you happy?"

I brought my legs up and curled my arms around them. Resting my chin on my knees, I frowned at him. I felt as if this conversation had been erupting too much lately.

"Carlisle, listen. I've lived long enough to see how love works. You and the rest of the family have been lucky and found your mate through colossal experiences, and love has brought you together. I myself have no desire to take a part in any endangering experiences just to find true love. You know me better than anyone else, and you know I do not scoff at love. I simply don't think that destiny and first sight have much to do with it all." I rolled my eyes and wiggled my fingers to emphasize my words.

"Yes of course, but Bella, the way you regard fate is simply atrocious. How can you see the world around you, the things that God has made and not believe that there is someone for you? Won't you even try to meet new people and maybe discover this true love?"

"Carlisle," my voice was strangely harsh. "I will not subject myself to such menial things as dating to looking for someone."

He blinked. I rarely ever lost my temper with him, for he was more important to me than anything else. He was, in context, my creator and my only father. I didn't even remember my human father, and I'm sure that Carlisle had helped me more than him anyway.

"Bella, I'm not trying to order you into doing anything. I'm just wondering if there was something I could maybe help you with? I know a few very good---"

"Carlisle! You can't set me up for a date!" I nearly lost all my composure.

"Ok, ok. I see this is going nowhere. I'm just saying that if you need anything, then I'm here," he sighed. I sighed too, and kneeled onto the sofa, giving him a hug. He was stiff at first--we didn't have much physical contact---but then he relaxed and gave me a hug back.

"I know you have only my best interests at heart, but don't worry, ok? I promise when I find someone, you'll be the first to know." I winked at him, finally earning a smile.

"Really? Because I think Alice would be the first to know," he laughed.

"Well then…you'll be the first I tell---willingly." I grinned.

"Ok then," he looked down at my notebook. "What are you drawing today? May I see?" He asked.

"Normally, I would say no. But for you, I'll make an exception."

He sifted through the pages and stopped at the one I had just been drawing.

"Bella, this is…wonderful. Who is it?" His curiosity was evident and unavoidable.

"Someone I met at school today. Not that I have a preference or anything, his eyes were just…magnetic," I admitted softly, looking down to hide my embarrassment.

"Is this the Edward Swan that Esme and Alice were talking about?" He said as he rafted his hand down the boy's face.

"Yes. Please don't tell them I was drawing him. They'll only think I like him or something disturbing like that."

"And you don't? Like him, I mean?" He looked up, a mischievous smirk painting his alabaster face.

"No," I said quickly, my eyes widening.

"Bella," he smiled knowingly. "You've never been good at lying. I know that very well."

"I'm not lying. I don't like him. He's just another human…only with nice eyes, that's all." I shrugged unconvincingly.

"Oh, of course," he grinned.

"Carlisle, don't."

"Oh, I won't."

"Please don't."

"Don't what?" He asked, obtaining a very innocent look.

"You know what! Please, I beg you! If you do, I'll never talk to you again!" I pointed my finger at him while he simply sneered at me.

"Bella, what sort of father would I be, if I did?" He shrugged. I sighed, relieved. Suddenly, Emmett ran into my room, snatching the book from Carlisle's hands and ran off, grinning madly.

I shrieked and jumped up, running after him.

"Hey everyone! Look at what Bella drew!" Emmett bellowed.

It all went downhill from there. There was teasing, laughing, giggling, sick jokes, and worst of all, Jasper heightened everyone of my emotions. I kicked and screamed at them to be quiet, but they wouldn't comply until Esme finally interceded. I pouted and ran off, and out of the house, everyone apologizing behind me.

I came to a stop in my meadow. My beautiful bit of land planted in the middle of the forest. Nothing calmed me like the sounds of the bubbling creek nearby and the cricket's music this late at night.

There I sat, frowning and crossing my arms. Was it really my fault for drawing those alluring and captivating green eyes? They flaunted magic and I couldn't get them out of my mind…he had me hooked.

This thought erupted my senses, and I hadn't noticed someone approaching quietly. I looked up, earning a gasp from someone who I never expected to meet this late at night. What was he doing here?