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A Shadow of the Midnight Sun

Summary:
My take on Midnight Sun after reading Stephenie's first chapter...begining with the return from Alaska Chapter 15 posted!---- NEXT CHAPTER...PORT ANGELAS ---- Just a note: This story is getting increasingly difficult, but I will try to update regularly...Edward is just so complicated!


Notes:
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me in any way, shape or form. They are Stephenie Meyer’s fantastic creations and I am only writing this for entertainment purposes, my own and yours if someone else is reading this. In addition, if there is any dialogue Bella is in earshot of, or involved in, it is all Mrs. Meyer’s genius and some of the internal dialogue may be taken from words that Edward will later say or paraphrase to Bella or another character.


2. Lab Partner

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Damn! There it is again. That sweet, flora scent that put me through hell the past week, put my family through hell. Turned me into the monster I know I can be. I could smell it when the door opened, she was already sitting at the table, no doubt hoping that I would not be here, praying that that scary Edward Cullen would not come back to this class.

I took one last deep breath of the fresh air outside of the door and walked in. Not so bad today, still the most desirable, appetizing aroma I have ever witnessed, but manageable, almost pleasant in my current well fed state. Interesting. I will still have to focus on not wanting to rip her throat out, but that wasn’t necessarily new, living my lifestyle, it happened on some thirsty days, the temptation. But this was something new, having to focus so heavily when I did not really need the blood, the nourishment.

Pulling my stool to the very edge of the desk, as far from her intoxication blood as I could, I greeted her, in what I thought was quiet and polite manner. “Hello”

Twisting her head, a little too fast to be just surprised, her eyes wide with fear, like she knew what I could, what I wanted so badly, to do to her. I looked at her intently, trying to see what she was thinking; still, nothing, though I could see without a doubt, in her dark brown eyes, she had many things going through her mind.

That heavenly (HA!) smell, I have to focus on something else, I can do this.

“My name is Edward Cullen,” – like she didn’t know that – “I didn’t have a chance to introduce myself last week.” – because I thought I was going to have to kill you where you sit – “you must be Bella Swan.”

Nothing. No thoughts, no answer. I just smiled; maybe it would put her at ease.

“How did you know my name?” What kind of stupid question is that? No, I guess not stupid, more honest it seemed. She didn’t seem to think she was as popular as the rest of the student body found her. I cannot hear her thoughts, but I can see it in her face, but there was more to this question, she has to know we are in a small school, small town, we would all know if there was someone new here.

Pretty easy answer, no one knew more than me. I had to endure weeks of nothing but thoughts of her, and then there was her first day, the day her life was supposed to end. “Oh, I think everyone knows your name. The whole town’s been waiting for you to arrive.” The truth.

But her face was asking another question, then out loud, “No, I meant, why did you call me Bella?”

Too familiar maybe? Everyone’s thoughts had been about Isabella for weeks before her arrival, and then quickly change to Bella once she had joined the herd. Maybe if you scare her, you should call her Isabella, I chuckled to myself. Strange. “Do you prefer Isabella?”

“No, I like Bella,” she seemed embarrassed but pressed further, “But I think Charlie – I mean my dad – must call me Isabella behind my back – that’s what everyone here seems to know me as.”

“Oh.” Ok, simple enough I guess. I was still unsure what was going on, my focus was strained. This thoughtless little human had distracted me to the point that what was usually easy, pretending to be human, civil seemed almost impossible.

Lucky for her, well in this anyway, I was her lab partner I thought (as did Mike Newton and a few others in the class). This overly simplistic lab should be a snap for me, she would realize this momentarily and her trite human instincts to let someone else do the work would prove to me her ordinariness. But why not give her a chance?

“Ladies first, partner?” I asked after the teacher had instructed us to begin. Calm and cool, no sign of the struggle that every breath was becoming. I couldn’t even help but to smile. But nothing…she is only staring at me…she isn’t going to even try. Even less than I expected. I was disappointed, still unsure why exactly, “Or I could start, if you wish.”

At this, the blood left her face. She quickly replied, “No, I’ll go ahead.” Better. But there was something else on her mind as she pulled to tiny inexpensive microscope toward her. Quickly she come back with, “Prophase.” Hmm, maybe I had jumped to conclusions.

She was removing the slide, but I wasn’t someone who let another do my work. I lightly stopped her hand with mine before she could take it off the microscope. She jerked her had away quickly. A shock, not an emotion, an actual electrical shock had passes between us.

“I’m sorry” I muttered. That has never happened before. My stone appearance wasn’t just an appearance. I was solid and did not think electricity would pass through me, my hand was oddly warm. Did she feel the shock, or was that just me. My cold hard touch could have frightened her; it would make more sense than the shock I thought I felt. Looking quickly at the slide I agreed with her assessment and changed the slide.

I assessed it as the Anaphase and began writing the answer on the worksheet. She still wanted to play this game, “May I?” she asked. She doubts me, I have only done this silly lab twenty different ways in twenty different institutions, or many more than that really. But she wants to pull her weight, who was I to stop her, it was amusing either way. We continued this way for all five slides, her answering three of the five, me just confirming the answers and vice versa.

We finished, well before any of the others had began. I sure hope Mr. Banner doesn’t walk over here right now, one boy thought as he tried to sneak a look at his book to help him finish his lab. These things look exactly the same! No one could tell the difference…looking over at Bella…we’ll Cullen doesn’t look unpleasant today so she really got lucky, no nasty looks and a partner to do all the work…– Newton – I felt a twinge, of what I am not sure, as he assumed I had done the lab work for her…what’s wrong with me…what did I care? She is so pretty, I have to ask her out, but not yet, be friends…oh, damn, we are never going to get this done. I should just guess!

Why do I can what this boy is thinking about my lab partner; that is all she is, my lab partner.

– Not to mention, the most delicious, tempting, irritating, thing I have ever laid eyes on. –

NO! Stop it. I held my breath, but couldn’t help staring at her.

Why couldn’t I see what she was thinking!? How could her thoughts elude me? I can see in her face that she has thoughts, even maybe smart, interesting thoughts.

How could I see this? What is she doing to me? I don’t know her, I don’t even know her as well as I know some of the other students in this class that I have never talked to. I could not know her, because her thoughts were invisible to me.

She looked over at me after a long moment, I could tell she had been trying not to, but she lost that battle just as I had so long ago. “Did you get contacts?” she inquired suddenly, if not somewhat accusingly.

What? I did not see that questions coming – of course you didn’t Edward; you cannot see anything she is thinking! That was my own thought. Now I can hear myself more clearly than anyone as I focus on her. “No” I answered quickly.

This was dangerous. Most are afraid to look me in the eyes, she should be afraid to look me in the eyes after last week. Does she know something, is she guessing? She is observant, I will give her that, but does she have to be so prying? No, not prying, just curious, as anyone would be if someone’s eyes went from being the color from the blackest pits of hell to a much more reasonable shade of unremarkable brown, someone who took notice of such things.

I should just kill her, it would make me happy, and my family would be safe if I could do it without leaving any traces. I began to make the plans in my mind, again. That scent, beautiful and inviting. NO, NO, NO! Fist clenched, I looked away.

Mr. Banner was walking around the room, monitoring the progress of everyone's work. He arrived quickly to our lab table to evaluate our worksheet. I don't know why I bother, I think this boy knows more than I do about everything...all these Cullen kids...shouldn't be in this class, should not even be in this school..."So, Edward, didn't you think Isabella should get a chance with the microscope?"

"Bella" I corrected. There it was again, that sudden urge to protect her. "Actually, she identified three of the five."

Of course, another one, he thought. "Have you done this lab before?" he asked her. Ah, that answered my question about what she was thinking when she took the microscope for the first time.

"Not with onion root" she replied quietly.

"White fish blastula?" he asked

"Yeah" she answered, slightly embarrassed. All I could do is watch as she answered each question with brilliant honesty.

"Were you in an advanced placement program in Phoenix?" he continued.

"Yes"

He wasn't happy. "Well, I guess its good you two are lab partners" he mused as he walked away. "Just what I need, another one" he muttered out loud, but so that no one but me could have heard.

She was very honest, painfully so. And smart, at least in the school sense. I need to continue to talk to her. Be normal; be unremarkable, I kept telling myself. My eyes, she could just push it aside if I was just another ordinary person, her biology lab partner