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Angel

Summary:
Edward Cullen is a human. Bella Swan is a vampire. This is their story. It's only my second fan fiction, people. Please feel free to criticize it.


Notes:
I'm not really sure where I'm going with this... I think it'll be long, though.


18. Consequences

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Angel – Chapter Eighteen

EPOV

“I’m a vampire!” Bella shouted.

I froze, my mind racing. No, impossible. But it fit. All of it. Everything. The speed, the strength. The aversion to blood. The inhuman beauty. The icy cold feel of her hand in mine. I dropped her hand quickly, terrified of the consequences of me angering her. She probably hadn’t meant to say that. She probably was mad at me for forcing it out of her.

Crap.

I heard a familiar, unpleasant laughter across the way. “Hey, Bella!” Mike shouted brazenly. “Halloween was a while ago.”

Bella’s stony face and petrified body relaxed just slightly. Just enough to move. “It’s April Fool’s Day, Mike,” she called back, almost calmly.

He laughed again and kept walking.

Bella turned to me, her amber eyes huge, apologetic. Wary. The hard, white line of her jaw was tight, but that was the only sign of panic that she showed. “Edward. Oh my God. I am so sorry!” A little crease of worry dented her forehead, between her eyebrows.

“Why?” She was talking to me. She wasn’t angry. I felt like a huge weight had been lifted. Bella had told me the truth, and she didn’t hate me for it. I realized at that point that I wasn’t mad at her anymore.

“Why?” she repeated. Her expression remained calm, unchanged, but her eyes scrutinized my face too intently. “You’re too calm. I told you, it’s unnatural. I just told you I’m a monster.” The word monster seemed to bother her. Her mouth twisted into a microscopic grimace.

“So far, the only bad thing you’ve done is lie to Mike. I can’t argue with that.” Actually, it made me feel slightly victorious. She lied to Mike, but not to me. She trusted me.

“What?” She blinked at me.

“April Fool’s Day is tomorrow, Bella.”

She stopped looking so calm when she rolled her eyes and moaned with exasperation. “You’re missing the point, Edward. I don’t want to sound like a broken record, but I’m not safe. I’m not good for you to know. I’ve done fare worse than lying to Mike Newton. I’ve killed people, Edward.” Her voice broke on the word people, which made a difference. Showed that she cared. “Not just that night, but before. Unprovoked. For pleasure.” She got up and started to pace. “Real people. With families, friends, and futures. Sisters and brothers, mothers and fathers…” Her eyes shone, as if with tears. “Edward, I killed them all. You can’t excuse that. Not even you.”

In spite of her tough, unbreakable façade, Bella looked very lost, very alone. I wanted to go to her, to assure her that everything was still okay. But I forced myself to stay sitting. “Do you still?” My voice shook, and I willed it to stay strong. “Still, you know… kill people?”

“No.” She flinched.

“Do you regret it?”

“Yes,” she whispered, standing statue-still in front of me, her perfect face stricken.

“Then it doesn’t really matter.” My decisiveness surprised me.

She kept staring. “How can you say that? I haven’t been a human in forty years, and I feel horrible about it, disgusted with myself. And you –” She waved hopelessly. “You’re human.”

“You used to be human?” I blurted, unthinkingly.

A spark of amusement lit Bella’s dead eyes. “Of course. Please don’t tell me you thought I was born a bat, or something.”

“Well…” I flushed, and she snickered.

The bell rang, and we both jumped.

“Biology, Edward?” She smiled almost sadly and held out a hand to me. Tentatively, I took it, and she pulled me to my feet.

“I’d rather ask you questions.”

“Yes, well, I’d rather not have to sit through my ninth year of Biology classes. Alas, we don’t always get what we want.”

And so I followed after her, sure I was dreaming it all.

***

People stared at us when we walked into class together. I tried not to notice. I doubt that Bella did notice it. She must have been very used to it.

The strangest feeling of giddy adrenaline rushed through my body when we sat down only a foot apart from each other. It wasn’t because I hadn’t seen her in a month, nor was it just because she was a beautiful, dangerous vampire. That didn’t matter, really. But I was finding myself more and more in love with her.

She got out her book, notebook, and pen calmly, as if nothing had just happened. When she turned to me, her face was determinedly casual and very easy to read. For the purposes of this class, we didn’t just have a conversation. “I’m afraid I’m a bit behind, Edward. What have we covered lately?”

“Um.” I tried to collect my thoughts – which were all scattered and backwards when she looked at me with her incredible eyes. She smirked. “We just covered DNA. But Mr. Banner said we’d be doing a lab today.”

As if on cue, Mr. Banner walked in with a big box, which he placed on Mike’s table.

“Oh, no,” Bella whispered.

I looked at her questioningly, but she shook her head. Her face was paler than its normal alabaster.

“This weekend,” Mr. Banner announced, “there is a blood drive in Port Angeles. I would highly encourage all of you to go. Seriously, guys, it really means a lot to a lot of people. Anyways, today we will be blood typing.” He dug through his box and pulled out a little blue kit.

My eyes flashed to Bella, whose head was down on the table, buried in her arms.

Holding her breath?

I heard giggles and shrieks, and turned to see Mr. Banner holding up an indicator card that dripped red with Mike’s blood. “Please follow these instructions with your lab partner. I’m going to be making rounds with the kits.”

I glanced quickly around the room, my pulse racing and my stomach queasy with nerves. There was no clear escape, and Mr. Banner was already going around passing out tester kits.

He stopped at our desk. Bella managed to sit up and look normal. “Hey, everyone on this side of the class, listen up.”

Heads turned again in our direction.

”In past classes, people in the back of the room haven’t been able to see the demonstration, so I’m going to show you how to again. Bella? Edward? Would one of you like to volunteer to be an example?”

“Edward volunteers,” Bella said quickly. She shoved me a slip of paper while Mr. Banner got out a new prick.

Faint before he jabs you. I’ll get us out of here.

I crumpled the note and smiled shakily at Mr. Banner, who snapped his gloves ominously. “So basically…” He took my hand. “You want to prick the very tip of the finger with your micro lancet.” He held up the barbed piece of plastic.

Bella was tense beside me. I didn’t dare to look at her. I had to wait to the last possible moment, to make it less obvious. The pick was coming closer and closer…

Oh my God. Ow.

I saw my blood beading on my finger. I saw Bella’s eyes turn black.

I saw red.

I fainted.