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Never the Same

Bella is coming into Forks in her senior year of high school, for her mother. Her mother gets sick after a few weeks and Bella must return to her, but little does she know, somebody else is there. somebody she's seen before, but never talked to. somebody who gave her that deja vu feeling on her first day. someone with the strangest colors to their eyes. somebody who truly is a monster.

ok, this is gonna start out kinda like Twilight, but notice some differences. the deja vu thing will be explained in the next chapter. I refuse to copy any direct quotes from Twilight. everything I write is written by me and not anyone else. This chapter is the only one that will be this close to the book. all others will be FAR different. it started out as trying to add as many twists and turns as possible into Twilight. but, it turned into so much more. does anybody else know how boring the first few weeks of school are? well, I wrote this absolutely HUGE outline in Core over that time,(aka English and History) and it's developed into an absolutely amazing plot. I can't wait to write it all!=] Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Twilight, but.........it's just too irresistable to stop writing about!=]

6. Just in Time

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Edward’s POV

I crouched within the shrubbery, staring through the grasses at what was to be my next meal. A criminal, wanted by the FBI, had been spotted not far from here, and I was set to catch him. After all, if I was going to do this, it might as well be to someone who deserved it.

This simple fact did not heighten my mood, however. I could never forget what I was about to do; what I was subjecting myself to by even thinking of trying such a thing. It was terrible, but it also seemed to be what I had to do to satiate my thirst from just the memory of that girl. Just the thought of her scent sent my mind whirling and nearly made me lose track of the task at hand.

I caught sight of a head of a blonde hair submerged in the sea of grasses. The head fell back down into weeds and jostled them, only allowing a whisper of sound to come to my ears. The man was quite stealthy; very convenient for his trade. He crawled through the ferns, attempting to stay quiet. To anybody else, he wouldn’t have had any chance of being found; but not with me. I was able to hear his every move, as well as hear his every thought. The disadvantage did not serve him well.

Thank God for the weeds. He sighed within his mind while letting out a gust of air from his pent-up stress of escaping. I guess it’s time to move. He began to do an army crawl, a fast one, but not quickly enough.

I began to slowly move from my hiding place, positioned adjacent to his. He was not far away, maybe a few feet; I was surprised that he had not been able to sense me while I was so close. After a few moments, I was right behind him, ready to pounce.

I instantly grabbed onto his waist, clapping my hand over his mouth simultaneously. I leaned my mouth to his jugular, being careful not to snap his neck since I didn’t want to kill him too fast.

Then that scent hit me. The one scent that had driven me to the terrible thing I was doing right now. I unlatched my lips from his neck, feeling slightly triumphant at my ability to do so, and gently placed him on the ground. He was still breathing, but he had lost about a pint of blood from my feeding. He looked a little lightheaded, as if he was about to pass out.

I ran to the edge of the greenery, looking over at the cross street that it bordered. I stood up completely and started to slowly move towards her. Her eyes widened as I came into her line of sight.

She looked frightened, as if my presence finally hit her with its full force, like it should’ve her first day of school.

She beat the criminal in passing out. She fell back against the pavement and her eyes immediately went blank and closed. Blood started pouring profusely from a cut near the back of her head a few moments after it came into contact with the cement.

I ran to her, fighting the bloodlust raging inside me against the adoration that I felt toward her. I knelt down beside her, lifted her up into my arms and began to run; debating internally over the only way I knew to save her at this point.

One bite; that’s all it would take. Just one bite. It could end it all; and it could save it all. It was that simple. It was either this or she would die in my arms.

I made a split decision right then, reasoning that she was the one girl I had ever cared about in any way other than familial. I bit into her neck—a place that hadn’t previously been bleeding—and injected my venom deep into her system. Not a whimper escaped her lips as my poison began to spread through her veins.

She writhed under the torture even in her unconscious state. I sincerely hoped that the pain was at least dulled because of such an unfortunate happening. I wished that I could soothe her, in any way possible, but she continued to cringe and thrash about throughout her agony, the occasional scream exploding from her lips.

I tried to steady myself through my running, trying as much as possible not to jostle her and cause her any extra discomfort. I soon came to develop a beat with my footsteps, finding it easier and easier to go as quickly as possible with the little movement that came with walking at a snail’s pace.

I had decided that we needed to hide; we couldn’t be seen by any passerby. I didn’t have the time for such a thing, not with her in so much pain right now, she couldn’t be woken up.

Luckily, I was not faced with any delays as I ran through the night. When the sun was about to rise, I sought out the cover of the trees as they absorbed us into them. I found an area of grass under the shade of a few tightly enclosed trees.

I scooted my back up against the rough bark of one of the trees, moving the masses of leaves that had fallen from its branches due to the current autumn season, aside.

She stirred only slightly as I moved. I laid her across my lap, resting her head on my shoulder and her feet lying in a sea of leaves, so that she would not have to deal with the crinkling leaves to agitate her further if she were to move even more in a moment of agony.

The wide branches provided a barrier between us and the rising sun, though just a bit of light did get through. Her skin only glinted slightly with the sun’s rays, having only undergone one full day of her transformation.

I began to think over what I had done the night before. Out of impulse, I had changed this poor girl, not even bothering to think of the consequences for it. She had family, what would they think when they were not able to find her? What would happen if she were to slip up and be seen, hopefully at night, by someone? How would she feel about this when she finally woke up?

But, she would’ve been dead by now anyway. The hospital had been too far from our location at the time, for even me to run to. She would’ve died in my arms on the way from loss of blood. She had still lost quite a bit of blood, but my venom had sealed up the wound in her head quite nicely the night before, ending the flow of blood. Well, at least her eyes wouldn’t be red for nearly as long with less of her own blood in her system. That is, if she does choose to go on my family’s path; she seemed like the kind of person that would do that though, from what I had seen of her the one day I had been able to talk to her.

That was when I was reminded of my red eyes. Oh my God, she must have been terrified. No wonder she was backing away so quickly. My eyes must have turned red, even with the small amount of the convict’s blood that I had actually consumed. I can see why she would’ve been frightened, any human with sense would be. At least I knew now that she did indeed have a bit of sense when it came to self-preservation, since before she seemed so content, not uneasy like every other human, walking by my side in the wet hallways of Forks High.

As she transformed, my thoughts turned to what our options were for a place to go. We could go to Forks, though that was quite risky if we happened to be seen. I guess we could also go somewhere up north, preferably off of this continent. The less chance we had of being recognized, the better.

All of a sudden, my phone buzzed in my jeans’ pocket. I quickly grabbed it and flipped it open, but a shout came out before I could even raise it to my ear.

“Edward!” Alice’s voice rang out. “She’s going to wake up in exactly six seconds! Be ready!”

I was baffled at her words until a bloodcurdling scream tore through the air, coming straight from the mouth of the girl in my arms. She writhed in my grip, trying desperately, like we all had, to escape the fiery depths of the pain she was currently enduring. Her eyes shot open and they became trained to mine, never leaving them as she underwent another bout of torture.

“Help me!” she screamed to me. Bella grabbed a hold of me and held on with her now intensified strength.

She was only halfway through the change, and I did not want to know what she would be like near the end. I knew how the fire was strengthened as each endless second of it passed. It was not at all bearable for any of us, and it seemed that, for Bella, it would be even more traumatizing than it had been for everyone else.

“It’ll only get worse,” Alice informed me through the still open phone. “This won’t end pretty.”

I hung up the phone, awaiting the impending cries of torment to escape from Bella’s lips.

Over the next few hours, her screams seemed to decrease in volume as she seemingly got used to certain amounts of pain. They never stayed low for long, though. About every half an hour, her pain would hit a peak in its process of altering her into the new being. I needed no explanation for the sudden shrill yells of hers; I knew how the fire seemed to intensify as it did its work. But I could only cringe every time those screams tore through the open air.

I came to realize the escalated level of burning going on in my own throat as the time passed. I had never finished drinking, and, no matter how lucky that deplorable man may have gotten, it mean that my thirst had not been completely satiated.

I sprang to my feet with Bella in my arms, before gently laying her into the bed of crinkled and crushed leaves that had been left from my sitting there for hours on end. I had a new incentive to hunt now; one much stronger than just the natural instinct. It was crucial that I hunt before her transformation completed, so that I may be at my highest level of strength in order to even attempt to restrain a newborn as well as the chill to my skin must have been serving her well through this time. An instantaneous scream from her lips mostly confirmed that notion.

I was determined to get the task finished in a brief amount of time as I took in the aroma that was now coming to my nose. I raced to the running deer and had drained it completely in a matter of seconds. The stinging in my throat had been reduced to its minimum as my mind sensed a coming threat in a close proximity to Bella.

I dashed the few miles back to her location and my gift began to take effect.

Such luck, thought a lone vampire now eyeing Bella from beside the tree she was laid below. Well, I might as well put her out of her misery. His mind rapidly transitioned into a predatory mode, eyeing Bella as his intended prey.

He sped to her writhing form and took hold of her pulsing neck. He lowered his lips to her jugular and pierced the skin with his teeth. He drank hungrily from her scorching hot veins in euphoric bliss.

I swooped in and dove to the ground, separating him from Bella. He growled furiously as he prepared to fight for his food.