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Post by edward cullen , on Apr 13, 2009 0:10:31 GMT -5
Alone. Alone wasn't something Edward couldn't say , he wasn't used to . He spent alot of his time , alone . Avoiding classmates , avoiding conversation. Even avoiding the odd eye contact. That was why - infact , being alone at a movie , wasn't anything out of the ordinary , for such an extraordinary boy .
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Edward ' s deep , cold eyes , vasted across the towering screen infront of him. Another blank desperation at the 1931 box office hit , Dracula . Why would someone suffering Edward ' s condition , go watch Dracula ? You ' re probably asking. Well . To point out all of the faults , lies , and false facts , that the original writer must've missed , obviously . Every now and then , he glanced around at the faces before him . Terror striken . Horrified . Repulsed , even in modern age . Just a thick reassurance of himself . What he would surely endure , if anyone was to find out his secrets . The secrets that kept him straight faced , in such a horror classic like this . Running the ball of his cold , firm palm against the armrest , he continued to think . For a person that spent most of his time , isolated . Thoughts never ran dry for the likes of Edward . No matter how hard he tried , to shut out the thought of his abnormalities , he couldn't . Simple things , like why he was the only one without a soda, and popcorn , in the theatre - strained his mind of normal use . Thoughts would never run dry .
When the movie finished , and the credits began to roll , the boy hoisted himself up. His thin , ghastly form , filing out with other cinema participants . Some of which , to his claim , attended school with him . He recieved the same , odd glances - sometimes even glares. Glares that he held firm in his mind , and only recalled when recieved again. Pushing his way through the main entrance , he moved out onto the street , and scanned the sidewalk instantly . Dark , bland . Muggy , wet . The way he liked it .
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Post by isabella { R O S E S ' } on Apr 13, 2009 0:30:02 GMT -5
Isabella Marie Swan waited at the curb for her dad, he said to wait five minutes, because, he was going to park the car. It was raining too hard she was going to ruin her clothes that her mother had paid so much money for.
She was wearing a pair of jeans from Abercrombie & Fitch, which were tucked neatly into a pair of uggs, and a black Linkin Park band tee from Hot Topic. Her plain, heavey, and old rain out rested on her shoulders, covering her torso.
She held a red umbrella above her head with one hand, the other was shading her eyes so she could see if her dad was coming. She sighed, it was raining too hard. She was running towards the theater, but, she didn't see the tall dark figure stepping from the glass doors. She ran into him. His body was so cold, it wasn't right.
And it was hard. She apologized, and shuffled into the building. It was warm and humid. Bella was having a hard time breathing.
I love Forks.
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Post by ` jasper hale on Apr 13, 2009 1:36:35 GMT -5
In Jasper’s opinion this whether was perfect, though he assumed many of those around him would beg to differ. The sheets of rain pelted down, drenching its victims below, causing people to struggle to keep their umbrella’s upright. Now, Jasper wasn’t sadistic by nature (though he had often desired to be) he found the whole spectacle quite entertaining. It made him question the sanity of the residents of Forks; why on earth would choose to live here if the rain bothered you to such an extent?
Rolling his eyes skyward in a fashion that would have made even Rosalie quite proud, he tugged the collar of his jacket a little higher. It wasn’t that the rain bothered him, but rather he preferred not to attract any more attention should he decide to enter any of the numerous shops that lined the main road.
Shoving his hands deeper into his pockets, he momentarily rejoiced in the freedom this sort of weather allowed him. Even without Alice’s constant reassurance, he found the strong smell of the rain that had invaded his nostrils made it simple for him to ignore that subtle scent of human blood all around him. Even their emotions didn’t seem as prevalent with the rain pouring down all around him.
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Post by edward cullen , on Apr 13, 2009 11:46:03 GMT -5
Edward only stood cold and firm , unmoved by the girl ' s light thrust toward him . A girl , obviously . A girl of the simple , small town type . But the smell . The smell of one's blood , was naturally tempting . But this girl ? Temptation was an understatement . His eyes grew large , shifting only slightly in the color of the norm. All he could find himself able to do , was to stand , poised , dead where he stood . Glancing around quickly , he gathered the momentum to face her . Though - when he did , she was already inside . No longer in reach of him , and in a public place . Quietly , Edward slid his hands into his darkened jean pockets , and started out into the pelting rain . He had to get away - he knew that much . Was it even healthy to be drawn to a human , in the way that he just had ? Some things , through his years of experience , he didn't even know . He had to talk to Carlisle . Maybe he could hand him some advice , conclusion . Something to take away from the harsh , unexplained occurrence , he had just endured . The dark frame continued to shuffle toward the cars, when he himself , bumped into someone . Glancing up , his eyes vasted around the familiar form . A small smile arose . " Jasper . "
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Post by isabella { R O S E S ' } on Apr 13, 2009 11:58:55 GMT -5
Bella turned to look at the man. Bad timing. He was glaring-glaring at her. What had she done to him that who make him glare like that. His eyes were dark, black, full of hate. He turned away, but, Bella could not move. She was so socked, she couldn't bring herself to move her legs.
Bella was about to sit down, but, he turned back at her. Eyes still the same. She gasped and turned away. She sat down on the couch. she sat there with her head in her hands until she noticed, his wallet! If was in her hand. Damn.
She stood up, and tried to see over the heads, to see if that boy with the bronze hair was still there. She couldn't see, she was too short. "Excuse me, excuse me!" Bella said, shuffling through the large crowd.
She raced out of the build. He was still there. Thank God. She tapped his freezing, wet, hard back. "Um, excuse me, I believe this is your's." She blushed, and held out the wallet, looking away.
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Post by ` jasper hale on Apr 13, 2009 12:18:29 GMT -5
The collision unbalanced Jasper a little, immediately informing him that it was no ordinary human that had crossed his path. Had it been, he would have hardly noticed, while they most likely would have experienced something akin to walking into a solid brick wall. Indeed, the incident would have been less than pleasant for anyone who like himself hadn’t undergone the painful transformation.
“Edward,” he greeted immediately, before his eyes had even settled on his adopted brother. Having resided under the same roof as him for so long, he had become very in tuned to the other man’s emotions whatever they happened to be at the time. It was useful at times, though a burden at others. Currently, he was undecided between the two. “Is there something wrong?” He enquired beneath his breath, phrasing his observation as a question, having noted the confusion and subtle shock that seemed to radiate from the other Vampire.
Pausing in wait for an answer, he was all too suddenly distracted as the scent of human blood invaded his senses. Wonderful. A human with little self-preservation had decided to near them. Even the least intelligent human was able to pick up on the subtle danger than embraced their kind. It seems as though you’ve picked up a stray human, Edward. His lips curled upwards in the slightest of smiles, his thoughts just a tad snarky as he took a subtle step backwards from the approaching human. Are you planning on keeping it? Perhaps we can keep her in the backyard. Emmett would love having a pet.
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Post by edward cullen , on Apr 13, 2009 12:33:52 GMT -5
Edward pursed his lips , and shifted his gaze continuously . The girl . The same , stupid girl . The girl that seemed to be driving his senses mad , and turning his mind into a pool of jelly . He hoped Jasper picked up , without words. For the first time , in his everlasting life . Jasper , pick up . Reaching for his wallet almost absently , he gave her a nod . "Thank you , " he tried , his voice low and well tamed - compared to the sound of many other teenage boys . " I'm sorry I bumped into you , I wasn't watching where I was going , " He claimed , shoving it into his pocket , and setting his palms out in front of him. The smell was so strong , he was almost tingling . It took everything out of him , just to look her in the eye , once or twice . To make it seem like he , was not afraid , of pouncing on her , and sucking the life out of her as we all knew it - a majority of the time , he looked anywhere /but/ her . His eyes were raging , his thoughts jumbled and distraught . What the hell was this , that he was feeling ? Confusion , venerability , temptation , attraction . A horrible concoction of what now made up Edward's emotional tract . Something that he wasn't proud of , yet not embarassed of . Other then the fact that she was human - Jasper would be pleased with the fact he felt attraction .
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Post by isabella { R O S E S ' } on Apr 13, 2009 12:42:55 GMT -5
Bella nodded, and went to go back to the movie theater, but, guess who came. Charlie. "Bella, what are you doing with the Cullen boys?" He asked, pulling her back some. "What?! I was just trying to..."She sighed, "Nevermind." Bella shifted her weight awkwardly. Her dad hadn't held her in a while. Awkward silence flooded over the people. "Well, um, boys, why don't you see a movie with us, after all, Bella's going to be in your school, so, why don't you guys get to know each other?" Charlie didn't mean his words, Bella could tell. He was just...Bella didn't even know what he was doing. Bella just her hand on her forehead, closing her eyes. "Ch-Charlie what are you doing?" charlie just laughed.
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Post by ` jasper hale on Apr 13, 2009 13:00:32 GMT -5
The range of emotions that flooded through Edward at the approach of this girl were enough to make his head spin. Indeed, could he remember what experiencing a headache felt like, he assumed it would be an experience similar to the one he was currently undergoing. God Edward, you’d think you’d never been in such close proximity to another human before. Jasper thought tersely, lifting a hand to subconsciously rub at his temple, an appropriate gesture if human films were anything to go by.
Nonetheless, he was actually quite pleased, as he picked up on attraction among the other multiple emotions cursing through Edward at that moment in time. So, at the very least he was a normal male – well as normal as a Vampire could be – and he wasn’t completely homosexual, something Rosalie had once convinced him of.
Steeling himself as another human joined them, Jasper nodded respectfully in greeting. “Mr. Swan,” he replied, subtly retreated yet another step. “I’m actually meeting a friend for coffee, so I’m going to have to decline. Perhaps another time?” It wasn’t hard to pick up on the fact that even had he felt inclined to accept the offer, Charlie was only inviting them out of politeness.
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Post by edward cullen , on Apr 13, 2009 13:16:29 GMT -5
Edward fixed his gaze on the man , opening what looked like a morbid smile . " Mr.Swan , " He greeted , moving to stand beside Jasper . " Actually , I have to have a word with Jasper . Though , I could meet you inside , after - " Edward paused . Another sitting of Dracula ? - He wasn't so sure . But in the need and say of any other normal male , ' attraction ' . It was as if he couldn't say no , if he wanted to . A sick thought and gesture , if anything else was apparent .
Pulling himself off to the side , his eyes toyed Jasper's features . " You felt it . " He began quietly , muttering under his breath . The last thing he needed , was for her to hear . Better yet , for Mr . Swan , to hear . He could only imgaine the problems that would unfold after something like that . " After you ' re finished , I ' d like you to go back and speak to Carlisle . I ' ll be home shortly . Edward fiddled nervously with his wallet latch , and met his brother ' s eyes . Searching them for only an instant , he knew he ' d understand .
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Post by isabella { R O S E S ' } on Apr 13, 2009 13:26:51 GMT -5
Charlie nodded, "Well, that's a shame, Jasper." He smiled at Edward, "Why of course. Bella?" He pulled his daughter towards the building. "Dad-Dad what the hell was that?" Bella asked, pulling away when they got inside. Charlie chuckled, shaking his head.
Bella glared, then turned her attention towards the giant 'Incredible Hulk' sculpture. She looked athis face, and then traced the vein that were popping out of his neck. She couldn't help but think about Edward.
Why did he glare at her like that? Agreed to see a movie with them? What was up with his brother? These questions were forever unanswered. She looked back at Charlie. He was watching Edward from the glass doors, occasionally looking back to wave at his daughter.
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Post by ` jasper hale on Apr 13, 2009 13:36:12 GMT -5
Coffee, Edward? Do you forget we lack a digestive system? I’m simply not feeling up to surrounding myself with humans in doubtlessly crowded theater. His logic was simple; he wasn’t sadistic enough to voluntarily subject himself to that kind of torture. Do you not think this is something you should discuss with Carlisle, instead of following that girl as you plan to do? Despite the other thoughts that surged through his mind, what he wanted Edward to hear was obvious.
There was little need to speak out loud, the concern was clear, written clearly across his pale feature and laced into his thoughts. Reaching out, he pressed his palm gently to his brother’s hand, projecting a sense of calm into him. Allowing him the ability to think clearly could only help at this stage. Are you sure this is wise?
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Post by edward cullen , on Apr 13, 2009 14:07:48 GMT -5
Edward felt the similar cold touch against him , and furrowed his brows in response . " Could you please , go speak with Carlisle . I ' ll explain later . " Edward settled slightly , fidgeting in his own stance, as he watched the other boy . Leaving the calming grasp, Edward turned, and started toward the glass doors. His choice was not wise , no . But it was an act of instinct . As if he was being drawn to her by the act of blood sucking , but by the act of teenage hormones. Starting inside the doors, he brushed himself off in silence , giving Bella a once over look . " To formally introduce myself . Edward Cullen . " He started , offering a cold , lifeless hand . A horrid , marked reminder of his fate . A fate that would never end , and never suffice . For sometimes even Edward knew - the words he marked with fear . I'm too young to die . Well , In Edward's case . I 'm too old to live.
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Post by isabella { R O S E S ' } on Apr 13, 2009 14:12:24 GMT -5
"Bella. Bella Swan." She said, and shook his hand. Her heart was beating so fast, she blinked. She was trying to take in all his beauty. His skin was perfect, it was like he didn't exist. She had never said this about a guy before, maybe Brad Pitt, but, she had to, Edward was sexy. Sexier than anyone she had ever seen before. She looked into his dark eyes. They seemed pain, like, he had been alone all his life.
Bella didn't notice that she hadn't let go until Charlie cleared his throat. She blinked, smiled at Edward, and alked over to her father. "What do you guys want." He was looking up at the snack counter. "Nothing." Bella said, she wasn't hungry, she had butterflies, "Maybe a bottle of water." She snuck a look over her shoulder at Edward.
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Post by edward cullen , on Apr 13, 2009 15:12:35 GMT -5
Edward stared down at her , thick in confusion . What was she thinking ? Why couldn't he hear her ? Usually he could hear the odd - He ' s such a freak . Or , the odd . He ' s so hot . But so high class . Why aren't any of us good enough ? But with Bella , no , noughta . He couldn't hear her thinking to herself , and the common emotion toyed with his features . Dropping her hand , and glancing over at her father, he waited . Of course , he couldn't eat anything . Eat, drink . Sleep . One thing he kept close to his heart. His ability to feel . To love , to hate , to envy . He could feel - and that was more then he needed . He knew highschool ( after 54 or so graduations ) was based around feelings and hormones. Chemical inbalances in the brain . So Edward's physical attraction to Bella was .. a chemical inbalance , sought out of his favour ? Or the thirst for blood , mixed in with the need for beautiful simplicity . He was unsure .
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