9. The Truth

"This week you're supposed to submit a project on Fetal development." I was in the biology class. Edward was sitting beside me. It turned out he was my missing lab partner.

Somehow, I had been hugely aware of him sitting beside me, throughout the class. Instead of concentrating on the blastocyst development, I found myself concentrating on his every movement. he was there, sitting just inches away from me, and its driving me crazy. It was the first time I was experiencing my raging teen hormones.

"Cullen, last week Ms. Vincey had to prepare her model alone due to your absence. I expect you to participate appropriately this week." Mr. Morgan said, coming to our seat. He had dismissed the class.

"I'll make sure to do that, Mr. Morgan." Edward said. "Shall we do it today, then?" He asked me as the teacher left.

"I've got cello lessons." I said, reluctantly.

"Cello lessons?" he raised his eyebrow.

"I swear I'm not making that up."

"What about tomorrow then?"

I'd have to go to work tomorrow. I even missed it on Monday.

"You know what, why don't you come by later today? About 6 o'clock?"

"Sounds good." He said, walking away.

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"Why aren't you concentrating today, Ms. Vincey?" asked Mr. Anderson, my cello teacher. "You've been doing so well the last two classes, I thought you wouldn't need more than ten of them. But today is a different story. I'm afraid I can't let you leave before you learn this harmony."

I sighed. I knew very well, why I wasn't able to concentrate. Sadly, I couldn't do anything about it.

I reached home a little late and found Edward already sitting in the living room with dad.

"There you are, Flora. Mr. Cullen has been waiting for you." He used his last name, which meant he liked him. Yay!

"I'm so sorry. I got up held up. Shall we get started, then?" I motioned Edward to follow me to my room. Surprisingly, dad didn't object.

We entered my room and he started observing it with mild curiosity. I swore internally as his eyes fell on the notepad on my bed, on which I'd written points about my vampire theory.

"What's this?" he asked.

"Nothing." I said, taking the notepad from him.

"Tell me." He pleaded, his amber gaze staring into mine.

"You'll probably think I'm crazy, but I think those people were killed by vampires." I told him, not being able to resist.

He looked at me for some time. Yep, he definitely thought I was crazy.

"I thought vampires can't come out during day-time." Was he mocking me?

"That's just a myth." I said, quickly adding, "I think so."

I could sense this conversation was making him uncomfortable.

"Where did you find this info about vampires, anyway?"

"The Internet." I lied.

He did not say anything and sat down on the couch. "We should start with zygote or blastocyst?"

He left at about 9 o' clock, after finishing up the project. He hadn't talked much about anything else. Though, he tried to pretend otherwise, but for some reason; he was very uncomfortable. Well, you can't expect to tell a muggle guy about some bat shit crazy vampire conspiracy, and not have him worry about your mental facilities.

But I knew the theory wasn't crazy and something needed to be done about it, or innocent lives would be lost.

I remembered a spell I had learned for the NEWTs. I took out my Defense Against Dark Arts textbooks and searched for it. It was used in medieval times to locate vampires. After much effort, I found it and took out a map of Forks.

Wow, I really felt like one of the witches they show in the movies. But unlike them, I had to chant the spell only once before the map revealed the location. I wasn't really expecting it to work.

I read the name of the location, horrified. 'The Cullen House.'

Edward, I thought.

I got out of the bed and hurried towards my car, making sure dad doesn't hear me. I had to get there fast. I was already on the highway when I realized I didn't know what I'd do when I got there. It was possible that the Cullens had already been murdered. It was possible that there was more than one vampire there.

I stopped the car when I was about a mile away from my destination. Vampires had very sharp hearing. I didn't take any chances.

"Ampify." I murmured as low as I could. This would allow me to listen to any conversation up to 5 miles away.

"....... All of us could not track down one vampire together. We had been playing hide and seek with him all day." Came a man's voice.

"It would have been a lot easier if Edward had come with us. We'll have to catch that savage soon. He's leaving dead bodies all over the place. People would soon grow suspicious." Said a woman.

"Yeah, about that." It was the voice I could never fail to recognize. "Someone already is."

"What do you mean?" It was Dr Cullen.

"Flora has already figured out these are vampire attacks. Somehow she seems to have an awful lot of correct information on the subject." Edward told them.

"Do you think she knows about us?" Dr Cullen was worried.

"I don't know. I wish I could read her mind." He answered.

"You met her father today. Got anything on his thoughts?"

"No. He wasn't thinking about anything related to this. I don't think knows anything about it."

There was a long silence.

"We have to take care of this." Said the man who was speaking earlier. Maybe it was Jasper. Or Emmet.

Edward growled. "I'll kill you before you touch her."

"No one is killing anybody." Dr Cullen interjected. "This is not who we are. If she knows something, all we have to do is move away from here."

And as luck would have it, I sneezed at that moment.