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Post by Bella Swan on Dec 2, 2008 12:14:38 GMT -5
After a rather enlightening lunch that was simultaneously the highlight and the disaster of her day so far, Bella could barely even form a prediction of what would happen in the next lesson. All she knew was that the comfort was now beginning to feel with Angela’s presence was going to be missing in it. At least Mike would be there, though, and he seemed like he could be a friend one day, if he could get over that strange almost possessive manner he seemed to have adopted. She didn’t really understand it at the moment, but she was sure it was something to do with her being new and she was certain that it will have passed by the end of the week.
Angela had just left them now, excusing herself to go towards the newspaper office - Bella really hoped she hadn’t offended her with her ridiculous reaction to the idea of an interview - and now she had the pleasure of Mike’s personal company for the last few feet. And she was sure his pace slowed down a little.
Even he, though, could not make the twenty feet to the door last more than a minute or so, though, and as they were among the last pair to arrive in the class, he had no choice but to take his seat with no further fuss. Bella stayed by the door for a moment, however, casting her eyes over the room to see where she could sit - it looked fairly packed.
Drawn as if a moth or the flame, her eyes quickly sought out the youngest Cullen boy sat with a desk all to himself. Her heart jumped erratically for a moment and she blushed for no reason other than the fact that his perfect appearance intimidated her - and she hadn’t even seen anything of his personality yet. She exhaled slowly and began to make her way over, double checking to make sure that this was the only bench that was free. It was. She took her seat next to Edward Cullen, sitting at the edge of it, and glanced towards him.
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Post by Edward Cullen on Dec 2, 2008 13:20:51 GMT -5
Edward had heard during lunch about how the new girl Bella would be in his Biology class. While he normally didn't care either way which of the students were in his classes. He only enjoyed having classes with his siblings, the rest was just a way to pass the day. But he was interested in having Bella in his class, knowing she'd be forced to sit at his table, seeing as how it was the only empty seat available. He hadn't been able to hear her thoughts at lunch, but surely with the close proximity he'd be able to pick them up. Once he had heard her voice, it would be much easier for him to pick it out at a distance as well.
He looked up as he saw her in the doorway, hesitating as she walked in with Mike Newton. The Newton boy's thoughts were consumed with her. Edward reached over and moved his books out of the way, pushing them to his side of the table. He was used to having it to himself. It still amazed him how all of the other students had unconsciously avoided being paired up with him, even though none of their thoughts realized that they were doing so. Survival instinct maybe?
He looked up as Bella started walking towards the table. As she neared, that's when he caught her scent. In an instant he could feel the unbearable burn violently ripping through the back of his throat. It was like nothing he had ever smelled before. . If vampires could sleep, Edward never would have been able to dream up a smell that was this intoxicating, that was this inviting to him. He took another breath, taking in the entoxicating aroma of his new prey. He had to have her. His family would forgive him one lapse of judgement. They'd move on, start again somewhere else.
She sat down next to him. The sweet smell only grew as she was closer to him. Edward knew that if he had known of this smell in his previous years, he would have long ago abandoned his vegetarian lifestyle and all the teachings of Carlisle in search of this one scent. The perfect blood, one that he knew would leave him more satisfied than any other that existed. He was already more thirsty than usual today as they had gone almost 2 weeks since their last hunt. Edward hadn't realized until now just how thirsty he was, it made this irresistable. Although even on a full stomach, he couldn't imagine ever turning away her blood.
He gave a small glance around the room, counting up the students quickly, the collateral damage for his attack. He wouldn't be able to leave them to be witness to his attack, to see what he had done. He'd be better off starting from the door and working his way in, leaving Bella for last so that he could savor the taste and not have to rush it. The flow of venom increased and his hands clenched on top of the table, ready to attack.
He then saw his prey look up at him. His black eyes met her brown ones. It was only in her eyes that Edward saw his own reflection. He could see the look of the monster ready to ravage its way through the classroom. Even through the thirst there was the desire not to be a monster, it restrained him from an immediate attack.
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Post by Bella Swan on Dec 3, 2008 16:08:02 GMT -5
The simple greeting that Bella had been practicing in her head, 'hello', choked in her throat before any sound could escape when her eyes met his. She had never seen such a ferociously calculating look in anyones eyes before and it froze her where she sat. What could he be so furious about? What had she done to him? A small line formed between her eyebrows as she drew them inward into a tiny, confused frown. Did he just like his personal space? Was she intruding by sitting there? Or had he just taken a disliking to her from a distance in the cafeteria? Her frown deepened. Well that was unfair, if that was the case!
She attempted to pull her gaze from the predator's at that moment, though found that the action was much harder than she would have thought. There was something there in those dead, black eyes, a mystery that she wanted to solve. What could have made him so angry? It must have been something that had happened before class, her mere presence surely couldn't have enough of an effect on him to cause this kind of reaction. But then why did it feel like his gaze was burning into hers with the intensity of a thousand black suns? She shivered ever so slightly as she managed to break the connection, telling herself again that something had bothered him before she had walked in. And if it was her presence that was bothering him, then she would make it as painless as possible. She shifted a little in her chair to move away from him and whirled her hair around her shoulder, creating an impenetrable curtain of brown between them. She told herself to concentrate on the teacher after that, once he started, but she couldn't help but keep glancing through that curtain.
What is wrong with him?
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Post by Edward Cullen on Dec 5, 2008 23:24:19 GMT -5
Edward watched his own face in the reflection of her eyes. He could see how black with thirst his own eyes were. He looked every bit a killer. A monster. A horrible evil being. Carlisle had often tried to convince him that his soul had not been lost when he had become a vampire, that it hadn't damned him. If he hadn't previously been damned to hell, the image of himself he saw would certainly seal the deal. She was innocent, no matter how good her blood smelled. They were all innocent. A room full of innocent lives to satisfy his urge. Could he do it and live with himself?
After staring in her eyes for what seemed like an eternity Edward watched as she slowly broke her gaze, turning away from him. He followed her lead and turned his head forward towards the teacher, though there was no part of his mind that was listening to anything that may or may not be being said right now. His every willpower was focused on not killing her in this instant. He had to make it until the end of class. If he could do that, he could at least reduce the number of deaths. Wait until she was out of class...yes that would be better.
Edward could see out of the corner of his eye that she had let her hair fall between them, an instant rush of scent overwhelmed him as she smelled as strong as when she first arrived. He had to take a sharp intake of breath and then he held it, not daring to breathe in anymore. His throat burned, yearning for her blood. It was painful as he turned his head away, leaning as far away from her as his stool would allow.
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Post by Bella Swan on Dec 7, 2008 13:37:42 GMT -5
Bella frowned a little as she heard a slight hiss come from her bench partner. Really, now, what was his problem? She discreetly sniffed at her hair where it hung between them, taking in the scent of her strawberry shampoo. Unless the guy had some aversion to strawberries, it was nice! She set her mouth in a stubborn line as she wrote furiously on the page set before her, determined to be a good student and ignore the damaged boy sat beside her. She just hoped that it wasn’t her causing his discomfort. She shook her head ever so slightly, trying to dislodge the thought from her head, she knew it couldn’t possibly be her.
Her thoughts wandered as the biology teacher failed to keep her attention on him. It wasn’t his fault, Bella had already been through the material in her old school and he had to contend his dry material with the death-like stare that continued to haunt her in her mind. It was amazing how many details of Edward’s face she had already memorised in the few minutes she had sat next to him. She snuck another look at him through the curtain of hair, prepared to give him another chance if he had realised his rudeness. However, he still seemed just as tense, inclined away from her. Was he trying to pretend she didn't exist? It was strange, before she had sat down he has seemed perfectly welcoming, creating space for her. Where did it go wrong? She focused on one clenched fist, willing it to relax and accept her.
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Post by Edward Cullen on Dec 9, 2008 0:28:55 GMT -5
Though every muscle in his body was trying to repel itself from the girl that he was being drawn to, Edward's eyes kept looking back over at her. First there was the annoyance of not being able to read her thoughts, but now this was so much worse. The smell that radiated off of her was sweet enough that he could practically taste it. He could see her start to shake her head. He wanted to scream at her to just hold still, sure that her movement would cause more of her scent to travel over by him. It would get on his clothes and drive him insane even if he left her alive. He tightened up the muscles of his throat, making sure that no his lungs wouldn't be pulling in any air.
His fist seemed like it was clenched tight enough that soon his knuckles would break through from the skin. He could imagine that hand gripping tightly around her shoulders, holding her still as his lips made contact with the skin of her thoat. The venom reacted to his daydream making it nearly impossible for him to resist grabbing the girl that was merely a foot away from him. He just had to hold out a little longer. If he could wait until class was over, he could find a way to get her alone. He wouldn't have to kill an entire classroom of people. Maybe he could even make it look like she had just disappeared, not implicate his family at all, and allow them to stay in Forks.
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Post by Bella Swan on Dec 9, 2008 18:52:19 GMT -5
OOC: You can end this thread whenever you want, I just enjoy tormenting! But when this biology has finished I'll begin the next.
To her disappointment, the fist didn’t show a sign of loosening, was it tightening? Was that even possible? Bella forced her eyes away from the tense being, casting them desolately over the bench. Why was she so put out that he was being like this? She would like to have thought that it was just because of the unfairness of it all, after all, what had she done to deserve this? But in her heart she knew it was something else, something bigger. She clenched her teeth together, her jaw muscles flexing with displeasure, but before she could allow her thoughts to linger any further, they were interrupted by the voice of the teacher.
“Mr. Cullen?”
Her head lifted, suddenly reminded that she was supposed to be paying attention to the lesson - her notes had ended mid-sentence, one that would never be finished. She hadn’t even heard the question that the teacher had asked, had Edward? She inclined her head slightly towards him in interest, though she didn’t want to face him fully again. Not with those black, murderous eyes. She shivered a little again.
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Post by Edward Cullen on Dec 10, 2008 1:23:10 GMT -5
((OOC: Torment Edward for as long as you like It's fun!)) Edward tried to focus his attention on anything other than the delicious blood that was so close to him. He thought of Carlisle. Of how disappointed he would be if he took out a room full of people. He thought of his siblings, who would all be disappointed if they had to move to a new town because of his outburst. He thought of Esme, her gentle eyes trying to be supportive no matter what he did, always forgiving.
The venom seemed to be enjoying the torture of him. Slowly seeping out into his throat, mocking at him for even trying to resist the thirst. The monster inside of him knew it would be fed soon, as he wouldn't be strong enough to resist for long.
"Mr. Cullen?"
Edward's black eyes shot up, glaring at the teacher for calling on him during class today when he was trying to focus. He could hear the teacher's shocked thoughts at Edward's look. It took him a moment before Edward was able to figure out what question had been asked of him (or at least what answer the teacher was looking for) as Edward hadn't been paying the slightest bit of attention during the actual class. Edward stared at him a moment longer, not wanting to let out this breath, knowing he'd have to take in the girl's scent again if he did. He could hear the teacher think smugly at how he had finally stumped a Cullen. Edward had to give an answer, some answer.
"Telomeres prevent the end of the chromosome from destruction" Edward said giving the simplest answer to the question, though normally he could have expanded on its relation to cancer and given a more thorough answer that would have bought him at least another week free of having to answer questions.
Unfortunately his air was gone and like expected he had to take another breath in. The smell hit him like a train but appealed to him in a way nothing ever had before. He knew if he continued to smell it, it would drive him to the point of murder in seconds. He immediately brought his hand up to cover his nose, trying to prevent it from reaching his throat and causing him anymore yearning. Why was she doing this to him?!
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Post by Bella Swan on Dec 12, 2008 22:38:58 GMT -5
Bella turned to give Edward an incredulous look. How could he have possibly known what the teacher was talking about? As far as she was concerned, the boy’s rage took centre stage in that class, there was no room to concentrate on anything else. She hadn’t seen or heard him take one single note during the class, nor had he referenced the text book.
While her head was raised from her work, Bella took the opportunity to look around the room, trying to gauge by others’ reactions whether they were as surprised by Edward’s unexpected knowledge or rage as much as she was. However, the deadpan look of the other teenagers’ faces showed nothing other than boredom, a few reading messages covertly passed between the benches, nothing out of the ordinary. It was only when she looked back at Edward that she was catapulted back into this strange angry existence. Even the teacher looked alarmed by her bench partner’s expression, though he couldn’t say anything against the correct answer.
Okay, Bella, she told herself. Just another few minutes left.
She shifted in her seat, trying to increase the distance between herself and Edward as she noticed his move to put his hand to his nose. Really, was it possible that he was allergic to strawberries or something? It couldn’t be anything else, otherwise surely Angela, or Jessica, or Mike, or Eric, or anyone she had spoken to that morning and through lunch would have said something! She certainly hoped to, anyway. She leant over her notes once more, not concentrating on anything that the poor biology teacher was saying in the least. It looked like biology was going to become her poorest subject if she was to sit next to an enraged, black-eyed beauty every day.
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Post by Edward Cullen on Dec 15, 2008 23:14:00 GMT -5
Edward brought his hand down from in front of his face, knowing that would likely draw more attention then he needed to. His muscles were all tensely contracted. As he brought his hand down to the table again he gripped the edge of it, his fingers dug into the wood, and he knew when he left it would leave a mark, but no more than the countless teenagers who had written or carved things with their pens. This would be indistinguishable from those acts.
Edward turned his head, staring at Bella again as she hunched over her notes. He couldn't help but watch her as he listened to her heart beating. It was the only sound that he could pick up from her so he focused on that. It tempted him with every pulsation. Edward was focused on her blood. Imagining the taste of it and the way it would satisfy him so that no other blood would ever seem as good. Maybe it would even help him resist human blood in the future, knowing it wouldn't be as fulfilling. He tried to use that as a good justification, or at least benefit that could come from the result of the actions he was planning.
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Post by Bella Swan on Dec 17, 2008 5:02:35 GMT -5
The blood once again ran to Bella’s face as she felt the beetle-black stare upon her once more, but she refused to look back. She would if she could trust herself to glare in the same manner he was, but she knew she couldn’t muster that much aggression. Instead she remained bowed staunchly over her notes, though she hadn’t written anything for the last fifteen minutes. She barely heard the rising murmur of people whispering as the class drew to an inevitable end.
“Is that okay, Bella?”
Bella’s head shot up with enough force to throw the curtain of hair back over her shoulder, her chocolate eyes wide. She had no idea what the teacher had just asked her at all. She sat up now, looking like a startled rabbit for a moment, the teacher waiting patiently for her to respond. He must have assumed she was concentrating hard on her work or something, though it was now clear to those close enough that she hadn’t made any notes for quite some time - they, in fact, ended mid-word. She licked her lips.
“Yes, sir,” she mumbled after what seemed like an age to her, hoping that someone would be able to fill her in on what she was okay with. Now she turned to Edward with what she intended to be a furious look on her face, though it looked more stubborn than furious and could anyone look furious with so much blood staining their cheeks? It was all his fault that she was at a loss!
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Post by Edward Cullen on Dec 17, 2008 22:26:12 GMT -5
Edward continued to stare at Bella, fantasizing about killing her, until she lifted her head in response to the teacher. Damn her for this movement! It sent another wave of her delicious scent towards him. As hard as he tried to focus on not breathing, he knew it was there, and it was enough to have him on the brink of snapping. He half expected to see Alice burst in the room at any moment trying to think of any excuse she could of why he needed to leave. Why hadn't she come in yet? He had already imagined several ways of killing her. Did Alice miss it? Maybe she was too distracted watching out for Jasper today. Edward knew from lunch that he was having a rough day today as it had been long for him since their last hunt.
Edward glanced down at Bella's paper's and realized that she hadn't been taking notes. Good she knew the danger she was in. Hopefully this would mean if he could make it through this class, she would get far away from him. But he couldn't be sure he wouldn't try to track her down, that scent promised a blood that would surely be worth any effort. He saw her turn to face him, but as she did the bell went off, and he grabbed up his books taking off for the door. He moved at a speed faster than he usually did around humans, not able to risk staying near her a moment longer.
((OOC: if you were intending for Bella to say something before he left, let me know and I'll edit it so the bell hasn't gone off yet))
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Post by Bella Swan on Dec 18, 2008 22:21:27 GMT -5
((OOC: No, no that’s fine - the whole thing was about 2 pages in the book Did you want to do anything else from this day, like the wee bit in the office or anything?))
Bella jumped in quite a pronounced manner as the enigmatic, angry boy next to her leapt up from his seat and was out the door in what seemed like a fraction of a second. Wow, it really seemed that he was eager to leave her company, unless… She glanced around the room, trying to see if anyone else seemed to be as bad a moon as Edward that he might be trying to avoid. She packed her books into her bag slowly, it was gym next and she was in absolutely no rush to get there, first day impressions or not. Plus, he mind was reeling by her experience that lesson. Not at one moment did she feel even vaguely comfortable next to the youngest Cullen - was he always like that? Maybe there was something to Jessica’s evaluation of them being ’weird’ after all. Where did they get off being so moody and beautiful and did they all move like dancers? Life was just over generous to some people, she decided, her lips setting into a straight, stubborn line as she stuffed the books into her bag with increasing intensity. She had somehow thought herself into a bad mood and the threat of gym over her head was not helping. She turned on her heel and skidded into the next table before managing to leave the room with a red mist on her cheeks.
Great, she thought to herself, darkly.
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Post by Edward Cullen on Dec 21, 2008 0:20:11 GMT -5
((Sure! we can do that part if you want, it'll probably be pretty quick though, then we can move on to the next bio class))
Edward knew deep within himself that Isabella Swan had been saved by the bell. Such a cliche expression but it was true. He knew he didn't have the willpower to be near her without feeding any longer. He had reached the breaking point, but the bell saved the Bella.
The scent of her blood still so strong in his memory made Edward sure that he couldn't continue the rest of his classes that day. It would be too unbearable to be around other humans at the moment. To smell their blood when his thirst was so strong. He knew he would have fed on any one of them to try to relieve some of the scorching pain in his throat left by the newest member of the Forks community. Instead he went to his car. It was the only place he could think of where he could close himself off from the rest of the students. The parking lot would be empty, he wouldn't be tempted, and yes, he was hiding. He was hiding from the old Edward who had strayed from his father's teachings, who had drank the blood of humans, and who was in every sense of the word, a monster.
As he sat in his silver volvo, radio playing to try to calm him, his brain held onto the vivid scent of Bella Swan. His entire being was craving that one blood. He clenched his fists again, knowing that if he gripped onto anything inside of his car it would be instantly destroyed. Edward tried taking a few deep breaths of the air that wasn't tainted by the drug that was tempting him.
After an unknown amount of time, but a time which he was sure counted for at least a few of his afternoon classes, the urge to kill had decreased. He felt the control over his senses once more. He wouldn't have to kill Bella, to destroy everything he worked for, to disappoint his parents, to hate himself even more for eternity. He wouldn't even have to leave. He just had to avoid seeing Bella Swan. He knew he was alright during lunch, it was just having the same Biology class with her that was impossible. That would have to change.
Edward got out of his car once he felt calmer and headed inside to the administrative office to find the secretary Mrs. Cope.
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Post by Bella Swan on Dec 22, 2008 12:41:47 GMT -5
Bella attempted to keep her head down as she walked through to the impending doom that was Gym. In many ways it was a good thing that she had the awful ‘school subject’ next, it managed to distract her slightly from the lustful eyes of the youngest Cullen boy. Just a fraction though. Still, as she missed the volleyballs hurling towards her and actively worked to decrease the population of Forks High by her errant attempts at shots, all she could picture were those hungry onyx eyes. They were as mesmerising as they were dangerous. Was it possible to be drawn in and repulsed in the same instant? It appeared so.
She frowned a little as the coach gave her the hard ball to serve. Had he not seen how useless she had been when in the mere vicinity of the court? And now he really thought it would be wise to make her start with the stupid thing? It took all her resolve not to glower at the coach as she took the ball from him and threw it in the air. Of course her swing missed the ball completely and she went stumbling away from the wretched thing. In the end she settled for just throwing it over the next and into the next court. Well, that would be the last time her sporting prowess was challenged - she would be much happier lingering at the back of the class. It gave her time to think over biology once more.
He had seemed fine in the cafeteria earlier, when she had been more or less dissecting his behaviour - he had looked at her, she was sure of it, and he had smiled. There was no mistaking his demeanour in biology though, her every hair had stood on end at the aggressive tension emanating from him. She was curious to know what it would be like next lesson - would he be civil to her and prove her wrong, or would he stare at her with those fierce, black eyes once more. She gulped, instinctively at the thought and bit her lip as she left the Gym.
She walked in a thoughtful daze towards the administration office, pulling all the papers from her bag, signed and in order. She walked through the door, slipping in behind another student who just appeared to be dropping something off and stood, frozen, as she recognised the stony back of Edward Cullen. She pressed herself up against the back wall, wanting to give him as much space as possible if he did indeed find her so undesirable. The student that had entered with Bella turned on his heel and walked back out of the door, sending a draft through Bella’s hair and leaving the three of them alone.
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