My Dearest, Bluebell

Seeing her

AN: I have changed the kind of vampire the cullens are into more of what the salvatore brothers were in vampire diaries, and i'm thinking of changing the year they were turned, because jasper and edward being 100+ with emmett being 90+ weirds me out. but if you want me to keep that, i will. please let me know in the comments:))

Note: The contents of this chapter have been altered at the request of the party's request and will not change until consented to by any and all party's consent.

- Tim McGran, Stark Legal

edward cullen sighed and slid his eyes over the parking lot. students lingered and chattered about things he couldn't care less about. he held nothing against them, they were humans after all—they were such temporary creatures, after all. this mindless chatter grounded him in his worst moments of hunger, and made him smile a little at the letter revenge and jealousy torching through him and this tiny town.

however the peace was disturbed by an old rust bucket of a truck pulling into the parking lot. and he knew it was bella swan, the chiefs daughter. she'd been here nearly a month and seemed to be infatuated with his family. or just him. he couldn't hear her thoughts, and while he found that fascinating, it brought him a sort of peace.

being able to tune into her and hear only his thoughts, nobody else. it made him feel sane. though he tried not to, an obvious sense of guilt would settle on his shoulders when he did this. he felt disgusted with himself for using a human—an innocent one at that.

was he as bad as the people he killed?

edward was a boy or morals, using innocent people was off the table, a firm no. even for his most vampiric urges, he wouldn't feed from them. he would however, feel no guilt for feeding from not innocent people. users, abusers, pedos, killers, rapists. they were scum, vermin, worthless people who gave humanity a bad rep.

edward had no problem killing them, he thought it sent a message. besides he would say, they were asking for it.

carlisle esme and alice didn't agree with his beliefs—thinking all killing of humans was wrong—but they would never condemn edward for it. something he used to his advantage, for both his and his siblings benefits.

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"ed. come on, let's get out of here." jasper muttered, feeling his own hunger surge through his body. "yeah. we can make it to seattle in time." rosalie muttered softly, moving back towards her car. emmett acted as a human wall to shield jasper so he could get in the car faster.

swiftly, they pulled out of the parking lot and sped towards seattle. there was plenty of food in dark alley ways or lingering around the staff door of a strip club.

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edward could have never truly stopped feeding from human blood, it was stupid of carlise to think he could. the amount of control he had over his gift when he fed from the vermin of the earth was incredible.

it also made sure he had to feed less, and offered him control around isabella swan. her scent, as a blood singer, was stronger than a regular humans scent and more alluring.

while he and his siblings lurked in the shadows, dropping cash into the hands of the surrounding homeless people, edward turned his gift to act as a radar, finding plenty of food for his family.

"where is he?" jasper asked too soft for the guam's around them to hear. "coming this way from the south. we need to get him unconscious and between the dumpsters." he replied stalked towards the front of the alley.

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Once they were fed, and the body disposed of (thanks to the homeless being willing to thur a blind eye to it), they arrived back at school just in time for lunch. "heard there's another new girl." jasper said, taking small bites from his salad. "i heard she's related to the chief." emmett supplied, happily munching on his mozzarella sticks.

they discussed the prospect of her for a moment, only stopping to shoo off bella, when the door to the outside courtyard seating opened, and a gust of wind blew a scent their way.

it was soft and innocent as it wafted around them. reminding you of its presence, but not demanding your attention. it smelled like lily of the valley; fresh, light, floral, and watery.

"holy shit." they chorused, heads swiveling to get a glimpse of the owner of the scent. "my mate." emmett said, smiling a big dopey smile at the back of the girls head. "no, my mate. emmett i think your nose is broken." jasper laughed bitterly at his brother. "no, the both of you are wrong! she's mine." edward growled at them.

rose watched, amused and silently got up. she subtlety sniffed out the scent, and found her. she was up by the salad bar. perfect she thought.

"i love your shirt! where'd you get it?" she asked, making herself a small salad. "oh! poland, my mom got it a small boutique there." her voice pulled the three males out of their bubble and turned their attention to her. "really? cool! are you polish?" she nodded gently, adding more croutons to her plate. "yes, this is my second time in america."  she said, suspiciously eyeing the ranch dressing.

"really? what was the other time like?" rosalie asked, choosing to lead her to a table in the corner and not to her brothers. she knew that they'd probably just stare at her, and that wasn't an ideal first impression. she also didn't need to hear their petty and backhanded remarks.

"the first time, i was 10 we stayed in one of my uncles house for a year. then when i was 14 we came back because my dad had work here and then i flew to new york to stay with my uncle for a bit. now i am here. oh! sorry i ramble." rose laughed and stabbed more salad onto her fork. "it's fine. i don't mind. where in poland did you live before this?"

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edward and his brothers were blatantly staring at this girl, with zero shame. did that make them weird and creepy? maybe (yes).

For emmett what drew him in, was her eyes. they were hues of comforting childhood memories. as sweet as chocolate, as sturdy as the oak tree he used to climb, and as beautiful as the night sky. they were forest floor and autumn leaves, the summer soil after rain, the old barn door on his family's farm, they were perfect.

for edward, it was her smile. it was as delicate as the dawn breaking through the night. a gentle radiance as soft as morning light.each upward curve of her lips painted herself with joy, a whispering of spring and promise of warmth. in that brief moment, the world stopped. they're was no jessica stanley gossiping. no bella. he was far too captivated by the beauty of her smile.

for jasper, it was her figure that truly caught her attention. she was slightly chubby, her curves beckoning him in to touch her. hold her. love her. protect her. it was all testimony to her beauty. she was a symphony of proportions, utterly mesmerizing and perfectly proportioned to her.

and despite their individual urges to protect her, and nurture her, they couldn't. there was a nervous flutter in their stomachs as anxiety twisted through them.

lunch ended with bella never noticing rose talking to her cousin, she only saw edward. nobody else mattered to her but her edward.