"Actually," Bella said suddenly, remembering something that had been nagging at her since the previous evening, "speaking of safety—I talked to Charlie about that camping trip you mentioned. The one you took with your brothers last weekend?"
Edward's fork paused halfway to his mouth—not that there was any food on it, she noticed with growing amusement—and his expression shifted to something carefully neutral. The kind of neutral that screamed *guilty as charged* in seventeen different languages.
"What about it?" he asked, his voice carrying that precise enunciation that always made him sound like he was auditioning for a BBC period drama.
"Well," Bella said, settling back in her chair with the satisfaction of someone who'd just found a particularly interesting puzzle piece, "Charlie said the area you mentioned—up near the Hoh River—is crawling with bears and mountain lions this time of year. Said it wasn't safe for camping without proper equipment and serious wilderness experience." She tilted her head, studying his face with the intensity of a detective who'd just caught a suspect in a lie. "Which got me thinking about your definition of 'camping' versus what normal people consider camping."
Edward's mouth quirked in what might have been a rueful smile, and that small expression—equal parts chagrined and fond—told her everything she needed to know about the accuracy of her suspicions.
"Oh my God," she breathed, her voice rising slightly before she caught herself and dropped back to a whisper. "You weren't camping at all, were you? You were hunting. For bears and mountain lions."
"Bella—"
"That's why your eyes are lighter today than they were Monday morning!" The pieces were clicking into place with startling clarity, like a jigsaw puzzle suddenly revealing its complete picture. "You weren't sitting around a campfire roasting marshmallows and telling ghost stories—you were stalking apex predators through the Olympic Mountains like some kind of supernatural nature documentary."
Edward glanced around the cafeteria with the careful attention of someone making sure they weren't about to be overheard discussing potentially incriminating activities. When he spoke, his voice was quiet but tinged with something that might have been amusement.
"It's not as dramatic as you're making it sound," he said, those golden eyes dancing with mischief despite his attempt at solemnity. "It's just... dinner."
"Dinner." Bella stared at him, trying to reconcile the elegant boy sitting across from her—all sharp cheekbones and perfectly tousled bronze hair—with the mental image of him taking down a grizzly bear with nothing but supernatural strength and probably excellent hair. "Edward, normal people don't hunt dinner that could kill them without breaking a sweat."
"We're not normal people," Edward pointed out with that dry humor that was becoming one of her favorite things about him.
"Right. Vampires. I keep forgetting." Bella's gaze drifted across the cafeteria to where Emmett sat with his siblings, and suddenly his massive frame—all broad shoulders and muscles that looked like they belonged on someone who bench-pressed small cars for fun—took on an entirely different context. "Jesus, Emmett really does look like he could wrestle a bear, doesn't he?"
Following her gaze, Edward's smile became more genuine, warming his features in a way that made her stomach perform complicated gymnastics. "Bears are Emmett's favorite, actually. He finds the challenge... entertaining."
"Of course he does," Bella said faintly, watching as Emmett threw back his head and laughed at something Alice had said, his booming voice carrying easily across the room. "Because why wouldn't the vampire who looks like he stepped off the cover of *Men's Health* enjoy grappling with thousand-pound apex predators for sport?"
"For sustenance," Edward corrected mildly. "Though I admit Emmett does seem to enjoy the process more than strictly necessary."
"And the others?" Bella's eyes moved to Jasper, noting the way he held himself with that peculiar stillness she was beginning to recognize—not relaxed, exactly, but poised. Like a coiled spring waiting for the right moment to unleash. Then to Hadrian, whose dark hair and elegant posture couldn't quite mask something distinctly predatory in the way he surveyed the room.
"Jasper and Hadrian prefer mountain lions," Edward said, his voice carrying a note of fondness that suggested he was discussing his family's favorite hobbies rather than their preferred prey. "More strategic hunting—they appreciate the stealth and patience required."
"Strategic hunting," Bella repeated slowly, trying to wrap her mind around the concept of her classmates—her beautiful, seemingly civilized classmates—stalking wild cats through dense forest with the calculated precision of military operatives. "Right. Because of course they do."
"Mountain lions are significantly more challenging than bears," Edward continued, apparently warming to the topic now that it was out in the open. "They're faster, more agile, and they don't rely on brute strength the way bears do. Hunting them requires... finesse."
The word 'finesse' delivered in Edward's velvet voice while discussing the pursuit of apex predators was possibly the most surreal thing Bella had heard all day, which was saying something considering their recent conversational topics had included sparkling, mind-reading, and century-long existences.
"Finesse," she echoed, fighting back a slightly hysterical laugh. "You make it sound like interpretive dance."
"More like chess," Edward said, his golden eyes growing distant in a way that suggested he was remembering specific hunts. "Reading their patterns, anticipating their moves, staying three steps ahead while they're trying to escape or attack. It's quite... engaging."
"And Hadrian gets creative with his methods?" Bella asked, remembering Edward's earlier comment and feeling a small shiver of apprehension at what that might entail.
Edward's expression grew thoughtful, like he was trying to decide how much detail to share. "Hadrian has a tendency to... overcomplicate things. He approaches hunting the way other people approach complex engineering problems—with elaborate strategies and unnecessary flourishes."
"Unnecessary flourishes?"
"Last weekend he spent forty minutes setting up what he called an 'elegant pincer movement' to corner a mountain lion, when Jasper could have simply tracked and caught it in under ten." Edward's mouth twitched with barely suppressed amusement. "Hadrian insists his way is more... intellectually satisfying."
"Right." Bella glanced over at Hadrian again, noting the way he was currently listening to something Daenerys was saying with the intense focus of someone solving a particularly interesting equation. "I can actually see that. He looks like the type who would turn hunting into an advanced mathematics course."
"What about you?" she asked suddenly, turning back to Edward with renewed curiosity.
"What about me?"
"What's your preferred prey? Bears? Mountain lions? Please tell me you don't hunt something even more terrifying that I haven't thought of yet."
Edward's smile was soft, almost shy, and it transformed his face in a way that made her heart skip several beats in rapid succession. "Mountain lions as well," he admitted, his voice quiet. "They're faster than bears, more challenging to track. The hunt requires more..." He paused, seeming to search for the right word. "More precision."
"Precision," Bella repeated, studying his face—the sharp line of his jaw, the way his bronze hair fell across his forehead in artfully disheveled waves that probably looked perfect even in the middle of a supernatural hunting expedition. "You know, I'm starting to see a pattern here. You all make it sound like some kind of sophisticated art form."
"Isn't it?" Edward asked, tilting his head with genuine curiosity. "We could simply kill for the sake of killing, but we choose to make it skillful. Respectful, even. We take only what we need, and we do it with as much grace as we can manage."
"Grace," Bella said slowly, the word settling strangely in her mind as she tried to reconcile it with the image of Edward pursuing a wild animal through dense forest. "That's... actually kind of beautiful, in a completely terrifying way."
"You think so?"
There was something almost vulnerable in the way he asked the question, like her opinion mattered more than he wanted to admit. Bella felt something warm and complicated settle in her chest as she realized that Edward—century-old vampire, supernatural predator, impossible beautiful creature—was actually nervous about what she thought of his hunting habits.
"Yeah," she said softly. "I do. It's like... it's like the difference between a surgeon and a butcher, you know? Both of them cut things open, but one does it with skill and purpose."
Edward's smile at that comparison was so bright it seemed to push back the gray light filtering through the cafeteria windows. "That might be the most generous interpretation of vampire hunting I've ever heard."
"Well, I'm nothing if not generous with my interpretations," Bella said dryly, then paused as a thought occurred to her. A thought that was probably incredibly stupid but that she couldn't seem to shake. "Can I..." she started, then stopped, not sure she really wanted to finish the question.
"What?" Edward prompted gently, leaning forward slightly in that way that made her feel like she was the only person in the room worth paying attention to.
"Can I watch you hunt sometime?" The words tumbled out in a rush before she could reconsider them, and she immediately felt heat flood her cheeks at the boldness of the request. "I mean—that's probably a terrible idea, right? But I'm curious about... about what you're like when you're not trying to be human. Does that make sense?"
Edward's expression shifted through several emotions too quickly for her to track—surprise, concern, something that might have been longing, and finally a kind of firm resolve that made her stomach drop.
"Absolutely not," he said, his voice carrying the kind of finality that suggested the topic was closed for discussion.
"Why not?" Bella asked, though she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to know the answer.
"Bella, hunting isn't..." Edward stopped, his jaw working as he searched for the right words. "It's not something you should see. It would be frightening, and potentially dangerous, and completely inappropriate for—"
"Would it be too scary?" she interrupted, studying his face carefully. "For me to watch, I mean? Or are you worried I'd be disgusted?"
Edward paused, his golden eyes growing thoughtful as he considered her question with the seriousness it probably didn't deserve. "No," he said finally, his voice quiet but certain. "It wouldn't be too scary. You're braver than you realize, Bella, and you've already accepted far more about my nature than I ever thought possible."
"And I'm not easily disgusted," she added helpfully. "I mean, I watched *Saw* without flinching, and I helped Charlie field-dress a deer last hunting season without throwing up. I think I can handle watching you catch dinner."
"Field-dress a deer?" Edward asked, his eyebrows rising with what looked like genuine surprise.
"Charlie insisted I should know how, in case I ever got stranded in the wilderness or something equally unlikely." Bella shrugged. "Turns out I have a pretty strong stomach when it comes to blood and guts. Who knew?"
"Who knew indeed," Edward murmured, and there was something almost admiring in his voice that made her cheeks warm with pleasure.
"So then why can't I go with you?" she pressed, sensing an opening. "If it wouldn't be too scary and I'm not going to faint at the sight of blood, what's the problem?"
"The problem is..." Edward stopped again, his hands moving restlessly against the table surface. "It's complicated. There are reasons—good reasons—but they're not ones I can explain right now."
The careful way he said it, with that slight emphasis on 'right now,' made it clear this was another topic that would require a longer, more private conversation. Another item to add to her growing list of Edward Cullen mysteries that she was determined to solve eventually.
"Right now," she repeated, latching onto the phrase. "But maybe later?"
"Maybe later," Edward agreed, his mouth quirking in something that might have been a smile.
"You know," Bella said thoughtfully, settling back in her chair, "for someone who claims to want honesty and openness in our relationship, you're remarkably fond of mysterious non-answers."
"I prefer to think of them as... strategic deferrals."
"Strategic deferrals," Bella repeated with obvious amusement. "That's certainly one way to put it. Do you have a whole vocabulary of euphemisms for 'things I'm not going to tell you yet'?"
"Tactical postponements. Diplomatic delays. Prudent information management," Edward replied, his eyes dancing with mischief now. "I'm very well-educated in the art of evasion."
"I bet you are. Ninety years of practice probably helps with that." Bella grinned at him, delighted by this playful side of his personality. "Though you should probably know that I'm extremely persistent when I want to know something. Ask my mother—I once wore her down about getting a pet by asking the same question in seventeen different ways over the course of three weeks."
"Seventeen different ways?"
"I was very thorough. And very annoying." Bella's grin widened. "Consider yourself warned."
"Duly noted," Edward said solemnly, though she could see he was fighting not to laugh. "Though I should point out that I have significantly more practice at keeping secrets than your mother had at resisting requests for pets."
"We'll see about that."
The warning bell chose that moment to ring, cutting through their banter and reminding them that the outside world still existed. Students began gathering their belongings and clearing their tables, the familiar chaos of transition filling the air.
"Time to go," Edward said, rising with that fluid grace that never failed to catch her attention. He offered her his hand, and she accepted it without hesitation, marveling at the contrast between his obvious strength and the careful gentleness of his touch.
"Biology," she said, allowing him to help her up while trying not to think too hard about how his cool fingers felt wrapped around hers. "The class where I sit next to my vampire boyfriend and pretend to pay attention to cellular respiration instead of wondering how your digestive system processes mountain lion blood."
Edward's laugh was soft and startled, like she'd caught him completely off guard. "You have a remarkable ability to make the impossible sound mundane," he said, guiding her toward the cafeteria exit.
"It's a survival mechanism," Bella replied cheerfully. "If I start thinking too hard about how impossibly weird my life has become, I'll probably have some kind of psychological breakdown. So instead, I just file everything under 'new normal' and keep moving forward."
"New normal," Edward repeated thoughtfully. "I like that."
"Good, because this is definitely my new normal now." Bella gestured between them as they walked through the crowded hallway. "Dating a vampire who hunts apex predators for sustenance while attending high school biology class. It's like the world's most specific coming-of-age story."
"Are you complaining?"
"Are you kidding? This is the most interesting my life has ever been." Bella caught sight of Emmett, Jasper, and Hadrian at their lockers, and for the first time since learning what they were, she truly understood what she was looking at. "Though I have to say, knowing what you all actually are makes lunch period a lot more entertaining. It's like watching a nature documentary about apex predators trying to blend in at suburban high school."
Edward followed her gaze, his expression growing fond as he watched his brothers navigate the mundane chaos of changing classes. "They're good at it, aren't they? The blending in."
"Terrifyingly good," Bella agreed, noting the way other students moved around them without seeming to realize they were making space for something dangerous. "Though now that I know what to look for, it's kind of obvious. The way they move, the way they hold themselves—it's like watching wolves pretending to be dogs."
"Wolves pretending to be dogs," Edward repeated with obvious amusement. "Emmett would love that comparison. He'd probably start howling in the hallways just to see people's reactions."
"Please don't give him ideas," Bella said quickly. "I'm not ready for my vampire boyfriend's family to start acting like literal wolves on top of everything else."
"Fair point," Edward agreed, his golden eyes sparkling with mischief. "Though I should probably warn you that Emmett's sense of humor is... distinctive. Now that he knows you're aware of what we are, he's going to want to test your limits."
"Test my limits how?"
"Oh, you'll see," Edward said mysteriously, holding open the biology classroom door for her. "But don't worry—if he gets too overwhelming, just threaten to tell Rosalie about whatever ridiculous thing he's doing. That usually brings him back in line."
"Good to know," Bella said, though she couldn't help wondering what exactly she was getting herself into with this family of beautiful, impossible creatures.
The realization should have terrified her. Instead, as she felt Edward's cool hand steady her when she stumbled slightly over the threshold, all she could think was how grateful she was that he'd chosen to use that supernatural strength to protect her rather than hurt her.
Even if she still didn't fully understand what that protection might cost either of them.
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The biology classroom buzzed with the familiar pre-class chatter as students filtered in from lunch, but Bella was acutely aware that conversations seemed to pause and restart as she and Edward walked through the door together. She could feel eyes tracking their movement, could practically hear the whispered speculation that followed in their wake.
*There they are. Edward Cullen and Bella Swan. Are they really dating? Did you see them holding hands in the cafeteria?*
Edward's hand rested lightly against the small of her back as he guided her toward their shared lab table—a touch so casual it might have been accidental, except Bella was beginning to understand that nothing about Edward Cullen was ever truly accidental. The brief contact sent warmth spreading up her spine, and she had to resist the urge to lean back into his touch.
"Ignore them," Edward murmured, his voice pitched low enough that only she could hear. "They'll find something else to discuss by tomorrow."
"Easy for you to say," Bella replied, settling into her usual seat. "You're not the one they're all trying to figure out. I'm the anomaly here—the ordinary girl who somehow caught the attention of the mysterious Cullen boy."
"There's nothing ordinary about you," Edward said as he took his own seat, his golden eyes meeting hers with that intensity that made her breath catch. "Though I admit I'm still trying to understand how I managed to be the one who caught your attention."
Before Bella could respond to that—and really, what was she supposed to say to something like that?—Mr. Banner called the class to attention with his usual enthusiasm for making cellular biology sound like the most fascinating subject known to mankind.
"All right, everyone, settle down," he said, wheeling a television cart to the front of the room with the kind of satisfaction that suggested he'd been looking forward to this particular class period all day. "Today we're going to watch a documentary about mitosis and meiosis. I want you all to take notes on the key differences between the two processes."
The collective groan that rose from the class was immediate and heartfelt, the kind of sound that only occurred when teenagers realized they were about to spend fifty minutes watching educational television that had probably been produced sometime in the 1980s.
"I know, I know," Mr. Banner said with the patience of someone who'd been dealing with adolescent complaints for decades. "But this documentary does an excellent job of explaining the process in visual terms. Trust me, you'll thank me when this shows up on the midterm."
As he dimmed the lights and started the film, Bella found herself suddenly hyperaware of Edward's presence beside her in a way that was both thrilling and deeply inconvenient. In the darkened classroom, with the narrator's droning voice discussing cell division and chromosomal separation, every sense seemed magnified.
She could hear the soft whisper of Edward's breathing—unnecessary but automatic, she now knew. Could smell that clean, expensive scent that clung to his clothes and hair. Could feel the coolness radiating from his skin even though they weren't quite touching.
*Focus,* she told herself sternly, forcing her attention to the flickering images on the screen. *Mitosis. Meiosis. Chromosomes. Very important biological processes that will definitely be on the test.*
But despite her best efforts, her mind kept wandering. To the way Edward's hands rested on the lab table, long fingers drumming that restless rhythm she was beginning to recognize. To the perfect line of his profile in the blue glow of the television. To the impossible reality that she was sitting next to a vampire who'd spent the weekend hunting mountain lions in the Olympic Mountains and was now pretending to care about cellular reproduction.
The documentary droned on, the narrator explaining prophase and metaphase and anaphase with all the excitement of someone reading a grocery list. Around them, other students were making halfhearted attempts to take notes, though she could hear the soft scratch of pen on paper that suggested more than one person was using the darkness to write notes about things that had nothing to do with biology.
Bella tried to focus on her own notebook, dutifully writing down terms and definitions, but her handwriting kept deteriorating as her attention wandered back to the boy beside her. The classroom felt smaller somehow, more intimate, like the darkness had created a private bubble around their shared lab table.
And Edward wasn't helping matters.
He'd started out maintaining his usual careful distance, sitting up straight with that perfect posture that made her think of private schools and etiquette classes. But as the minutes ticked by, he seemed to relax incrementally, his chair shifting closer to hers until she could feel the sleeve of his sweater brushing against her arm when he moved.
It was maddening.
Bella crossed her arms over her chest, trying to create some physical barrier between herself and the overwhelming urge to reach out and touch him. To trace the line of his jaw, or brush that bronze hair back from his forehead, or just rest her hand over his to see if his marble-cool skin would warm under her touch.
The impulse was so strong it was almost physical, like an itch she couldn't scratch. She'd never felt this way about anyone before—this desperate, consuming need for contact that made it difficult to concentrate on anything else.
*Get it together,* she told herself, gripping her pen tighter and forcing her eyes to stay focused on the screen. *You're in biology class. With thirty other people. This is neither the time nor the place for inappropriate touching fantasies.*
But even as she tried to marshal her wayward thoughts, she became aware that Edward had gone very still beside her. Not the normal kind of stillness that came from paying attention, but that supernatural immobility she was beginning to recognize—like he'd forgotten to breathe, forgotten to maintain the small unconscious movements that made him seem human.
She risked a sideways glance and found him staring at her with an expression she couldn't quite decipher. His golden eyes were darker than usual, almost black in the dim light, and there was something intense about the way he was looking at her that made her stomach flutter with sudden nervousness.
"What?" she whispered, barely moving her lips.
Edward didn't respond immediately. Instead, he seemed to study her face like he was memorizing every detail, his gaze moving from her eyes to her mouth and back again with the kind of focused attention that made her feel exposed and precious all at once.
"Nothing," he said finally, his voice so quiet she had to strain to hear it over the documentary's narration. "Just... you smell particularly good today."
The words should have been alarming—a reminder that she was sitting next to a predator who'd confessed to wanting her blood. Instead, they sent heat rushing through her veins and made her acutely aware of every place their bodies were almost touching.
"Edward," she breathed, not sure if she was warning him or encouraging him.
Something shifted in his expression at the sound of his name on her lips, something hungry and desperate that made her breath catch. For a moment, she thought he might actually reach for her despite their very public location.
But then the lights flickered back on as Mr. Banner stopped the film, and Edward immediately straightened in his chair, putting careful distance between them as their classmates blinked and stretched and complained about having to return to the real world.
"All right," Mr. Banner announced, "I want you to spend the remaining time discussing the key differences you observed between mitosis and meiosis. Work with your lab partner and be prepared to share your conclusions with the class."
Bella stared down at her notebook, trying to process what had just happened while simultaneously attempting to remember anything at all about cellular division. Her notes were barely legible, and she was pretty sure she'd spent more time thinking about Edward's mouth than about chromosomal separation.
"So," Edward said, his voice carefully neutral as he opened his own notebook, "mitosis versus meiosis. Shall we start with the fundamental differences in purpose?"
"Right," Bella said, grateful for the return to academic normalcy even as part of her mourned the loss of that charged moment in the darkness. "Mitosis is for growth and repair. Meiosis is for sexual reproduction."
The word 'sexual' seemed to hang in the air between them longer than it should have, and Bella felt heat rise in her cheeks as Edward's mouth quirked in what might have been amusement.
"Exactly," he said, his golden eyes dancing with mischief that suggested he was perfectly aware of her discomfort. "Meiosis produces gametes—sex cells—that contain only half the genetic material of the parent cell."
"Half the chromosomes," Bella agreed, trying to focus on biology rather than the way Edward's voice made even scientific terminology sound like poetry. "So when fertilization occurs, the full complement is restored."
"Precisely. The union of two gametes creates genetic diversity through the combination of different parental traits."
They continued their discussion of cellular reproduction, maintaining perfect academic decorum while Bella tried not to think about the various implications of genetic combination and the creation of new life. It was probably the most educational conversation about sex cells she'd ever had, made infinitely more complicated by the fact that her lab partner was a vampire who technically couldn't participate in the biological processes they were discussing.
By the time the bell rang, Bella felt like she'd survived some kind of endurance test. Fifty minutes of sitting next to Edward in a darkened room, hyperaware of every breath and movement, trying to concentrate on biology while her mind wandered in decidedly unscientific directions.
As students began packing up their belongings and heading toward their next classes, Edward rose with that fluid grace and gathered his things with the efficient movements of someone who'd probably been practicing the motions for decades.
"I'll walk you to gym," he said, offering her his hand as she struggled to stuff her notes into her overstuffed backpack.
"You don't have to," Bella said, accepting his help despite her protests. "I know where it is."
"I want to," Edward replied simply, and something in his tone made it clear this wasn't up for debate.
They walked through the hallways together, weaving between clusters of students and dodging the occasional racing underclassman. The halls were full of the usual after-class chaos—locker doors slamming, friends calling out to each other across the corridor, the general noise of three hundred teenagers trying to navigate their day.
But Bella was only peripherally aware of the surrounding commotion. Her attention was focused entirely on Edward's presence beside her, on the careful way he matched his pace to hers, on the protective way he guided her through the crowds without ever making it obvious that's what he was doing.
When they reached the gym, Edward stopped just outside the double doors, turning to face her with that serious expression that suggested he had something important to say.
"Bella," he began, then stopped, his jaw working as he seemed to search for the right words.
"What?" she prompted, noting the way his hands had moved restlessly to his pockets, the way his golden eyes kept darting around the hallway like he was checking for eavesdroppers.
Instead of answering, Edward lifted one hand to her face, his cool fingers settling against her cheekbone with such gentle reverence it made her knees weak. His thumb traced along her skin in a feather-light caress that sent electricity racing through her entire nervous system.
"I'll see you after school," he said quietly, his voice carrying that velvet quality that made her stomach perform complicated acrobatics.
Bella couldn't speak. Could barely breathe. The simple touch of his hand against her face was overwhelming in ways that made no rational sense—like every nerve ending had suddenly become hypersensitive, like her entire world had narrowed to the cool pressure of his palm against her skin.
"Okay," she managed to whisper, though it came out more like a sigh.
Edward's smile was soft and knowing, like he was perfectly aware of the effect he was having on her. "Try to pay attention in gym class," he said, his thumb brushing once more across her cheekbone before his hand fell away. "I'd hate for you to get hurt because you were distracted."
"Distracted by what?" Bella asked, though she knew perfectly well what he meant.
"By thinking about me," Edward said with that crooked smile that made her heart skip several beats in rapid succession.
And then he was gone, walking away with that impossible grace while Bella stood frozen outside the gymnasium doors, her cheek still tingling from his touch, her mind completely blank except for the overwhelming awareness that Edward Cullen had just casually destroyed her ability to function normally.
*Try to pay attention in gym class.* Right. Like that was going to happen when she could still feel the phantom pressure of his fingers against her skin.
With a sigh that came from somewhere deep in her chest, Bella pushed through the gym doors and prepared to spend the next fifty minutes pretending she cared about badminton while trying not to think about the vampire who was slowly but surely driving her completely insane.
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