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Guardian Angel

Summary:
Edward Swan willingly removes himself from the Vally of the Sun in favor of Forks, to live with his father, Charlie in a sunless town completley opposite to his taste. He intends to remain anonymous; to suffer in silence and make his mother, Renee, happy. Bella Cullen is a hundred year old vampire with a rather mundane existence. She loves her family; her sisters Alice and Rose, her brothers, her 'parents'... But she can't shake the feeling that something's missing... When Bella meets Edward, both of thier lives are irrevocably altered. The trouble's in admitting it...and wether Edward, fragile and frustratingly human, will survive the journey before Bella gives into temptation. ** I know this idea has been done a thousand times over, but I just couldn't help myself! This actually follows the Twilight plotline really losely; I figured a LOT would be different if Edward was the human one. [banner removed per site regulations]


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8. Chapter 8; Inviting

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"Oh. That's Bella. Bella Cullen," Jessica was saying. I focused very carefully on the apple in my hands, turning it over and over like I found something vitally interesting in the way the florescent lights refracted off its shiny red skin.

"She doesn't date," Mike said hurriedly from across the table, like he was claiming his territory or something. It made me angry in ways I couldn't explain – I was suddenly clenching my hands into fists to keep from hitting the insolent boy across from me. The apple fell from my grasp, hitting the table with a thud as I sent a murderous glare at Mike. He had absolutely no right to –

A small, warm hand was suddenly on my arm, restraining. I glanced sideways, the red in my vision abating as I looked at the dark haired girl beside me. Angela. "Don't waste your energy on Mike, he's not worth it," she muttered under her breath, too quietly for the rest of the table to hear. "And Bella is still looking at you."

"Who is she?" I asked again, and Angela realized what I meant. I wanted more than a name.

"Do you know who Dr. Cullen is?" She asked quietly.

I shook my head, the name didn't sound familiar from the summers I'd spent with Charlie years ago. My eyes were still glued to the table, and I picked up the apple again, relaxing slightly as I listened to Angela.

"He's the best doctor in Forks. Bella's his adopted daughter."

"And the others?" I asked, glancing up at the table she sat at, paying attention to it's other occupants. There was a small, pixie-like girl with black, artfully spiked hair, sitting next to Bella with what looked like a smug expression on her perfect, pale face.

Next to her was a thin, though obviously muscular boy with blonde hair; and beside him, a huge boy with dark, curly hair, who looked far too old for high school, with thick bands of muscle on his arms and barrel-like chest. His arm was slung around the girl next to him – a model-like blonde with a statuesque figure and dazzling blonde hair.

They were all inhumanly beautiful, with alabaster skin, angular features, sharp looking teeth, and the same golden eyes.

"The blonde girl, that's Rosalie Hale. She's with Emmett, the big one," Angela giggled.

"With?" I asked, confused.

To my annoyance, Jessica answered my question before Angela had the chance. I frowned. I'd rather get untainted information from Angela – Jessica's would be colored by her own (probably false) opinions and a school's worth of gossip. I was right on that count.

"Yeah, they're all…together," Jessica said with obvious distaste wrinkling up her nose, the skin around her eyes tightening. "Like, dating," she stage-whispered, as if I hadn't understood what she meant by together.

I looked to Angela for her opinion. Already, I trusted what she said far more than Jessica. "They're not actually related," she assured me, rolling her eyes at the girl on my other side. Jessica huffed, annoyed at being ignored.

"Rosalie and Jasper – the other blonde – are twins, and they're Dr. Cullen's niece and nephew or something like that. He took them in when their parents died. And Jasper's with Alice, the smallish one – her and Emmett are the Cullen's foster kids," Angela continued.

"That's really nice of them, to take all those teenagers in like that," I said softly.

"Yeah, but I heard Mrs. Cullen can't have any kids," Jessica said, as if this lessened their kindness. I ignored her, focusing instead on carefully averting my gaze from the beautiful girl who had managed to hook my attention like no one had done before. It was irrational – and bordering on insane – to be so drawn to someone I'd never met. I shook myself mentally – this was not like me.

The conversation trailed off, and the rest of the table instantly picked up on whatever topic they'd been discussing before. I tuned it all out, glancing at my watch periodically. I still had about half an hour left of lunch, and it was already getting majorly difficult to keep my gaze from the girl. Bella.

Twenty seven minutes. I could hardly stand it.

Twenty six.

Twenty five. I looked up against my better judgment, and my eyes met with Bella's – again. Her golden irises were wide again, scared looking and angry at the same time. Confused, I glanced around at the rest of her family, to see if they were the cause of her strange emotions. Alice, the little, black haired girl, was shaking with what seemed like laughter. Jasper was smiling slightly, but he still looked guarded. Rosalie was grinning widely. Bella broke eye contact with me to glare at all of them… And Emmett was missing. I looked around the cafeteria, wondering how such a huge boy could possibly escape notice for any period of time –

"Hey, Edward, right?" A deep, throaty voice asked from behind me. I nearly jumped out of my skin, turning around in my seat immediately.

Emmett Cullen was directly behind me, a wicked smile on his face, running a massive hand through his dark curls as he looked down at me.

I nodded, struck dumb for a moment.

"Cool. I'm Emmett, Emmett Cullen. Nice to meet you."

"Likewise," I said, regaining my ability to speak, standing up so I could be on his level – sort of. I'd always been tall, and we were roughly the same height, but his huge muscles had me feeling small, insignificant. Weak.

I held out my hand for the other boy to shake, and he took it without hesitation, wrapping his surprisingly cold fingers around mine and tightening his grip. Though he seemed to be being gentle, it felt like he could easily shatter every bone with hardly any effort. He grinned at me. Finally, someone with manners. He didn't look at me like I was weird for shaking his hand. I found myself grinning back effortlessly – I hardly knew him and it was so much easier to interact with this strange boy than anyone I'd spoken to all day.

Emmett let go of my hand after a moment, glancing over my shoulder with a cursory look at the occupants of my table, all of which had gone silent the moment he'd arrived.

"Would any of you mind if I stole Edward for the rest of the period?" Emmett asked, and somehow the question seemed rhetorical. Everyone nodded hurriedly, and it seemed like they were too intimidated to object even if they'd wanted to.

"That is, if you're okay with that," he asked me, too quiet for the rest of the table to hear. "My family and I figured Newton was bothering you – not exactly the best first impression of Forks High," he laughed.

"Are you a bunch of mind readers?"

He laughed again, this time louder, making the rest of the table jump. "Nope, just very perceptive." He smiled widely at me, topaz eyes sparkling in humor. "So, how 'bout it? Wanna hang with the Cullen clan?"

I glanced at Angela, who gave me an approving smile and a go-ahead expression. I looked back at Emmett.

"I'm in."