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What if the Cullens weren't the only ones who were special? What if Bella could do something they had never seen before? Canon pairings. Slightly OOC.


10. Chapter Ten - Contemplation

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Chapter Ten – Contemplation

He had questions?

Was he even entitled to have questions, much less ask them?

He walked off in the direction I guessed he parked his car. I followed mutely.

His strides were swift, but restrained. His body was tense as if he was actually holding his legs from speeding away from me. I bet he was itching to get me in the car with him and play 20 questions.

I wondered what he would do if I was just a regular human and saw all I had seen. An average human could easily put two and two together if they had witnessed what had gone down in the little back alley. In all reality, Edward had quite irresponsible.

If anyone should have asked questions, it should have been me.

Edward led me out to the main street where I saw the silver Volvo shining under the moonlight. Yes, moonlight. It was really getting late and I had to call Charlie and tell him he didn’t need to come and get me.

He got into the driver’s seat without a word or glance in my direction and I, not accepting to be outdone, did exactly the same.

I decided to let him start the conversation since he was the one with the questions. Gazing out the window seemed therefore like a fair distraction. He drove, but didn’t talk. The air in the car was charged by unanswered questions and I could almost taste his confusion. What was he waiting for?

The greenery of the peninsula was as noticeable as it was in daylight, even the dark couldn’t contain its color. The tall trees flying by stood their ground, statuesque as always. I found this interesting and it was a total opposite to the Phoenix and Arizona I was accustomed to. How trees could stand there hundreds of years with just a minuscule of change very year. How much they must have seen, all the cars that must have raced by pouring their toxics in their throats without being able to do anything. In Arizona the scorching sun would have turned them into ashes and blown them of the face of the earth. But here they were frozen in place, nourished only by the rain.

I felt myself falling deeper in my own thoughts and forgetting all about the creature sitting just inches away. I shook myself internally, I had to focus.

I heard him shift in his seat, maybe preparing to speak. I didn’t look, but rearranged my gaze at something straight ahead.

“What were you doing in the alley?” He spoke abruptly and caught me off guard. His usually velvety was laced with anger and it triggered my own. Why would he be mad?

“What were you doing in the alley?” I retorted sharply. If he really wanted to play it like that, I was ready. I crossed my arms like the bad-tempered person I was.

His grip on the wheel tightened and his jaw snapped shut, making a terribly loud clicking noise in the process.

“Why didn’t you just go home?” His voice was inquisitive, almost as if he was blaming for something.

“Why did you interfere?”

“Why didn’t you bring anyone with you?”

“How did you find me?”

“Why on earth would you want to fight five men on your own?”

“How did you fight five men on your own?”

I knew I was being childish, but at least I had an excuse for behaving like a petulant child. Compared to Edward, I was a child.

He blew out an exasperated breath, clearly aggravated.

The crease between his brows was visible, leaving a clear mark on his face that showed his inner turmoil. He was thinking. About what, that I did not know.

“Bella, why are you always so difficult?” His voice was soft, gentle. He was pleading with me and his defeated voice tugged at my heart. Was I just being difficult? I didn’t know anymore.

“Why do you hate me?” I whispered the words that had been swirling around in my mind since the first time my eyes met the coal black ones and I had received the chilling glare. When people stared at you like they wanted to kill you, you start having doubts about yourself. I couldn’t believe I’d just admitted this to him, I all of the sudden felt vulnerable.

I kept quit for his answer, anticipating it like it would make or break my life. And a part of my felt like it would. He was quiet though. Did that confirm my suspicions? The thought of that made my stomach flip and heart beat erratically. I peeked at him, not able to stomach the tense aftermath of his silence.

He was, like I expected, tense. His whole posture frozen, his beautiful face almost paler than usual and his features tainted with sorrow and distress. And always a handful of anger. He turned to look at me, his eyes intense.

“Is that what you think?” He said the word gently, but the undercurrent of anger was there. Why was he angry this time? Was he always angry, or was it just me he was angry at all the time? He was an enigma all right.

I didn’t cower away from his golden eyes, warm for once when looking at me. His intense stare was even warming me up in his cold car.

“How can I even contemplate differently?” My words, yet again whispered, but as genuine as they could get. In all fairness, he had to see my confusion. When someone growls at you, you know you’re not welcome.

His deep pools of golden seemed to change, the anger flitted away. I could see myself staring into them eternally.

“I’m afraid you’re wrong, Bella. That’s not what it’s like,” he stated this as a fact. Like I never could be right, I remember being offended, but got momentarily distracted when he shifted his gaze back to the road. I recognized a hint of a smile on his face as he turned away. I must have been gawking.

I mentally scolded myself and straightened up in my seat.

“You tell me something. Are you bi-polar? Or do you have a Borderline personality?” His emotions were all over the place, he had to have some kind of condition or else he had to know his behavior was not acceptable.

He snorted and I felt my brows knitting together.

“This is not a laughing matter, nor is it a snorting matter,” I said in all seriousness. I really wanted an answer. But this just made him laugh. Laugh lines appeared on his face and a wide, dazzling smile I had never seen on him before. I couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“No, I’m not bi-polar. But I guess you’re close.” He was still amused, grinning at the road.

“Well, I’d recommend anger management.” He chuckled once more and I shrugged.

“I think it’s your turn to answer one of my questions now.”

“Um, yeah. I guess so,” I stumbled over the words, I was really hoping he wouldn’t one of the more incriminating ones.

He was silent for a moment before he spoke, “Seriously, what were you doing in that alley?”


That one was one of the incriminating ones.

What was I going to answer? That I saw that the two helpless, dumb women would get raped and then murdered if I didn’t intervene? That I can see special things? That I can’t just walk away from things like that?

I decided to do the clueless act.

“I was there by accident, it was all fate and those two women have fate to thank now. And you of course. I saw what was about to happen and I just couldn’t walk away from the two,” I shrugged.

He narrowed his eyes at me, staring intensely. As if he could stare the truth out of me. Probing yet again. I stared back and rolled my eyes as I saw it flicker when he gave up. He turned away.

And before I knew it, he was turning into our driveway.

“Bella,” he looked at me, uncertainty clouding his eyes, his voice as gentle as ever.

“Do you mind if I pick you up tomorrow? For school?” He looked up at me from under his eyelashes, I inhaled sharply. Stunned by both his request and eyelashes, I simply nodded.

He gave me a final dazzling smile, only succeeding in confusing me even more.

I got out of the car and staggered inside, my heart still pounding crazily and my face beat red of the knowledge that Edward could hear every freaking thunderous beat my heart did.

“Oh my god,” I groaned at my thoughts and ran my fingers through my hair.

I shook the thoughts out of my head. I had to call Charlie before he could drive to Port Angeles. He was probably still at work, Edward drove like a maniac and I was back home in record time.

I spent the rest of my evening mulling over Edward weird 180 change.


The sky was painted with meek purples and reds, coloring the dull blue canvas in the familiar set of time. It was twilight. The day was coming to an end, like it always did and I could hear the familiar ocean breeze sigh.

I sat on a rock at the beach. The sand between my bare feet was still warm, probably heated by the scorching sunlight that day must have had. I could smell a faint scent of something I thought I recognized. But I couldn’t put my finger on it. I sniffed the air like watchful dogs did sometimes. The word itself and aroma intruded my nostrils. I closed my eyes as it hit. I had lost something. I didn’t know what it was, but the grief of the defeat was not lost to me. It hit me straight in the heart and it felt like it was splitting in two.

The sheer agony of the feeling exceeded the musky smell that was relaxing me.

A cold wind whisked the scent away and blew freshness at me. A sweet, new fragrance filled the air around me almost choking me with its charming sweetness. But I could stop gulping it in me anyway.

It was a strange feeling.

I felt a gentle prickling on my hand and opened my eyes to exanimate the source of it. On my hand sat a beautiful butterfly curiously looking up at me. It was abnormally big for a butterfly, its wings spanned out in front me, revealing its beautiful blues and purples to me. I could help but stare at its beauty.

The temperature was slowly dropping and soon enough I was trembling from the sudden cold that hit the beach. The stunning colors the sky had shown just a couple moments ago were entirely gone and a striking red had taken their place. I gasped as I saw the blood red sky engulfing the sea and the rest of what had just looked like a haven.

The prickling sensation on my hand was swapped with a painful scratching. The butterfly had turned coal black and let out a deafening screech as it got bigger and bigger. Soon enough the butterfly was transformed to an unrecognizable beast with pointy and deadly sharp teeth. Its menacing eyes were focused on me, glowing with the same red the sky was colored in with.

As it lunged at me the beach froze over.


I woke with a start when I heard a car beeping outside.

I threw a swift glance at my alarm clock while jumping out of bed.

The piece of crap did go off. Of course. I had over slept and the creepy nightmare had me jumpy.

What the hell was that?

I was pretty sure my subconscious mind was trying to tell me something. I had experienced that kind of thing before. It usually happened when my conscious mind wasn’t ready to receive the message. It was considerate and all, but mostly it was just aggravating.

I took a peek out my window and as sure as I was going to be zoned out all day, there was Edward. In all his gentleman glory waiting to pick up for school. Even though he knew he would be late too.

I kicked one of my stuffed animals out of anger as I ran to the bathroom to clean myself as fast as possible.

I don’t think I’d ever been so stressed in my life. I was huffing and puffing and wheezing when I finally ran out door. To my embarrassment, I looked like crap. I had superficially groomed myself, my shirt half-way buttoned up, my shoes untied and my arms flailing around trying to lock the front door.

I wondered why Edward didn’t help me.

“Why didn’t you help me?” I stroked back my hair, my face probably flushed from the running.

He answered with a shrug and kept staring at my cheeks.

Well, there went the gentleman act.

I felt self-conscious when he broke his stare at my cheeks. I wasn’t that flushed?

When I got in the car I noticed we were alone.

“Where are the others?” I asked perplexed. They always rode together.

“They took the other car. And I told you I was going to pick you up, not anyone else. Are you disappointed?” His tone was playful, but it seemed like he really wanted to know.

“No, I was just surprised. That’s all.” And I was. Why would they take the other car? Because of me? Or did he tell them specifically to not ride with him? God, how I wanted to read his mind. Apparently he wanted the same thing.

“What are you thinking?” His voice seeped into my mind, breaking my string of musings.

“Um, the weather.” It was the first thing I could think of and I almost thought he knew I was lying by the way he was gazing at me.

“It’s not raining,” I said, hoping he’d buy that my mind consisted of those very uninteresting errant thoughts. That his obvious interest in my innermost thoughts would just fade if I kept myself as tedious as possible.

“You want it to rain?” He asked seemingly very uninterested.

“God, no,” I said repulsed. Why would anyone like this much rain? A drizzle now and then was acceptable, but Forks really overdid it.

He turned to look at me, interest clear in his eyes. I rolled my eyes. Wasn’t the weather the dreariest topic you could talk about? I thought I’d picked a winner with that one.

“Why did you move to the wettest place on the continental U.S then?” He seemed genuinely curious about my circumstances as he gazed at me and not the road. I didn’t really understand why he wanted to know. But when people are curious, you inform them of what you know. And his golden orbs told me curious.

“Well…” I looked away as I started. What was my story really?

I continued, despite the obvious loss for words, “I just up and left Arizona. I thought I’d need change. Yes, that’s it.” I couldn’t even convince myself and sighed at Edward’s expression. He kept staring me down.

“Okay, fine. God, you’re pushy,” he chuckled while I gathered my words.

“I did just leave Arizona. I got sick of feeling like a nuisance. You know, right in between my mom and her new husband. So, I told her I wanted to live with Charlie,” I scratched my neck as I spoke, it was the awkward truth. A truth that, more or less, stung.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“No worries. I like to blame it on my mom, tell people she’s the one that sent me. Then at least I’m allowed to be miserable, you know?” I let out a light laugh, thinking about my former plan. It would have worked, if anyone didn’t ask me like Edward just did.

He laughed along with me and I couldn’t stop when I saw his face. Carefree Edward was the best.

We soon arrived at school, but the students were still flocking in different groups in the lot. Which was weird. I thought we were late. Last time I checked we were.

“Weren’t we late?” I asked, again perplexed.

His eyes flitted to mine, “Oh, I was driving fast.” He smiled a cheeky smile.

“Huh.” I didn’t notice.


The classes flew by, just like the day and I found myself walking to Biology, for once not dreading it. This time around I was actually sort of excited. I talked to him. Alone. And he seemed perfectly sane and friendly this morning. The fact that he actually talked to me made my heart soar.

I frowned as I thought of it. Why was that?

But I was excited. I couldn’t deny that every step I took in his direction didn’t make me gradually happier. And confused.

I walked into the classroom and didn’t have more time to contemplate my weird emotions. They were just there.

Edward was there, sitting at our desk. He always came in before me.

As I walked closer to him, he grew tenser and more alert. I saw him shaking his head, like I often did when I wanted to rid myself of unwanted thoughts. I ignored his weird behavior, I just needed to come to terms that Edward was weird. And a vampire.

I sat down next to him and I could have sworn I saw him wince at my arrival. I shook my head and fanned my hair out in front of me. Angela was the only one to tell me that I had something stuck in my hair. Probably a carrot those witches, Lauren and Jessica, threw at me during lunch.

Small pieces of carrot flew out and on the desk. I sighed. What was I going to do about them? They were really getting on my last nerves. You just don’t throw food around. Dammit.

I shook my head again, riding myself of those witches and turned to Edward.

I choked on my hello as I saw Edward’s face. He was leaning away from me, like the first time we met. He was sitting on the very edge of his chair, it was surprising he didn’t fall of it. His fist was clenched, placed as some kind of symbol on the desk. His knuckles were white. Period. White, the bones almost cracking through his skin.

As he spared me a two second glare, I saw the worst part. His golden orbs had transformed entirely and were now coal black, showing me nothing else but pure animalistic anger and agony.

My own eyes went wide and I turned frightened away. My heart beat against my chest as I tried to remember what the colors of his eyes meant.

He seemed perfectly normal this morning when his eyes were golden, like he was usually when his eyes were sporting that color. But at both occasions where I was left scared, his eyes were a menacing black.

He was hungry.

For blood.

Your blood.

He’s hungry.

My inner voice divided and they all talked at once, confusing me about which one was me or if all of them were me.

My instincts were telling me to run, run far away from the boy sitting next to me.

They room was freezing over, just like the dream and the only thing missing was Edward himself lunging at me.