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The yellow "map" light hissed through the tunnels, the warm, rust-scented wind filled the air, the underground subway station couldn't have been emptier. But that was actually a good thing; I was already thinking about what I could make for dinner when I got home. It's mushroom season now, shitake mushrooms should be on sale... No, they take a long time to cook, but with noodles, maybe...

I am taken away from my thoughts when I hear- no,I felt the presence of someone just diagonally behind me, so close that their breath brushes against the back of my neck. I feel their eyes tracing targets across my body.

Just like a snake waits to pounce on its prey.

“Cullen.”
His breath caught. But he said nothing.

I blinked again and he was standing in front of me. Arms crossed, head down, hunter's eyes. The ones he'd spent the day hunting with the new girl.

“you may know what I'm searching for.”
He said. I looked at him suspiciously, but I already figured it had something to do with the young face from Forks. Edward Cullen had found a singer, and he wouldn't stop until he had her for himself.

For vampires, these "singers" are those whose blood is irresistible, sweet and pure as honey. Furthermore, most of them have shields that repel any vampire abilities. How lucky he is.

But I still didn't know what his intentions were with this girl. I didn't know if he was going to kill her, or keep her hostage, as most people do.
But judging by the Cullens' attempts at humanization lately, Carlisle would never allow something like that.

Well, I have my sources, I do my research.

I raised an eyebrow and reached into my leather pocket, putting away my phone in case this got physical, which would be a bit difficult, but it's good to be prepared.

“Bella?”
Just the name is enough to start an intoxication in Edward's body, his fists clench, his lips press together and his chest puffs out, as if only he could have the flavor to pronounce such a name, as if that girl were his decline and his glory, problem and solution.

What did he think I'd do? Oh, Bella! That boy flirting with you is a vampire! Don't get close to him, okay? He'll drain you like yogurt! Even though I know the irrationality inherited from a series of obsessions with a singer, I couldn't decipher exactly what he thought of her. I swear I tried, but I couldn't.

“Are you going to stay with her?”
I leaned against the cold wall of the station, an obvious sarcasm. But a sigh from him told me that it wasn't.

If he did, that might not be a problem, I don't really know Edward that well to certify he's not going to hurt her sometime. I don't know if she is his “first one”. But i knew something

Cullens do not quit until they have what they want.
And by the end of the day, I couldn't let that young girl get fooled by a bloodsucker.

People were drunk enough to think it was just a relationship argument.

“Don’t you dare… spread this…”
His pulse throbbed angrily against my neck
“If not… if not what?… are you going to kill me?”
I coughed, but conscious enough to continue staring at the two amber stones he had on his face.
“Do it now…”
But he didn't, obviously.

I didn't specify, but I have a sort of contract with the Cullens. In which I could carry out my role of living without supernatural problems, and they would remain a mist in the lives of humans. I would do the big favor of preserving what they called ‘humanity’, but let’s face it, they have a lot to learn.

I hit the station floor with a thud, and he was still panting, his chest rising and falling even faster, as if he were the one being strangled. I didn't lose my smile.

Wont let they do to Bella what they did to my sister.

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After this “peacefull” encounter, my mind was on how I could get close to Bella, how I could, in a way, become her friend, just so Edward would leave her alone.

That happening again… no, I can't…

Her screams… I’ll never forget, her cold hand lying on my lap, as they said it was “bad luck…”

“I’m sorry… it seems she couldn’t resist, the poison was stronger”
I could see the reflection of my fear in their pupils.
I couldn't scream, I couldn't run.
“B-but you promised… you… you…”

“No, we didn’t promise anything, the risk was always there”
If that voice had a feeling, it would hurt like blades.

They left me to bury her body alone, I didn't even have money for a single flower.
I was destined for immortality, I already knew that was my destiny.
But you didn't... you were beautiful, human, and sensitive, sensitive... it's something I never was after you left. Sometimes I think you ripped a part of me to the grave. I could talk about this for hours and hours.
Your face, your smile, your hair, the way you called my name
“Flola!”
It was just so cute that I never had the courage to correct you.
Just like I never had the courage to tell you the truth. That I wasn't your perfect, loving older sister, that I was an accident, a violation, a burden. I would never wish for you to go through what I went through... but it's just...

Facing you choking on your own blood… I needed an alternative, I’m sorry…

I had to stop this before some water runs down my cheek, just in time. Finally home, at least I still have a place to call my own. It's too big for just me, but I like the space, the immensity, I don't know...

It's a dark wooden cabin with a peaked roof, round windows, vines growing on the top, a small first-floor porch with a hammock, and a gravel path with terracotta-colored stones leading to the bus station. It's nestled close to the pine forest. It's cozy, smells like tea and rain.

I heard it has a reserve near this same forest, what's the name? Quilotos? Quilue….. eh, that doesn't matter.

I went into the kitchen and then remembered the damn shiitake mushroom I didn't even buy, too busy fighting vampires, I guess.

A grilled cheese would have the same effect. And it would save me time sleeping and waking up early in the morning for college.

It would be time to put the plan into action.