55Okay, maybe it's because I just bought Twilight's official illustrated guide, or the fact that I've been repeatedly watching the episodes of Blue Exorcist, but here it is: "The Teacher's Apprentice".
I know, I know-Bella? In the Ao No Exorcist universe? Ridiculous, I know. Just go with it, guys. Thanks for indulging me.
Anyway, hopefully you'll R&R. Enjoy~ :))
Chapter One: Lying in Wait
"Now class, as you can see, in order to convert the Logarithmic Function back to the original Exponential Function…"
Bella was growing impatient.
As Mr. Varner droned on and on about Exponential Functions, she stared at her cellphone venomously, as if her glare can magically make the phone ring. She shook her phone and raised it discreetly to the window, its cross and tail charm tinkling sweetly. After all, the signal in Forks is not exactly stellar.
It was no use.
Bella sighed. It's been five whole months since her mentor has called her—something he never does. He promised that he would call regularly. He might be getting old, but he never goes back on his word. She was getting worried.
Worried? About Shiro? Please. Her inner voice—which sounded strangely like Shura's—scoffed. As if Shiro could even get hurt. He was, after all, the greatest Paladin Vatican has ever had. He was invincible.
Appeased, she steeled her shoulders and released the breath she had no idea she was holding. The old man must just be busy. After all, taking care of the sons of Satan is not exactly an easy job.
She smiled absently, shaking her head at the memory. It's been three years since she's last seen those two rascals. Well, she thought, maybe only one rascal—Yukio was way too behaved to be considered as one—his being a child of the king of Gehenna notwithstanding.
The twins could not have been more different. While Yukio, with his serious demeanor and his seemingly innocent façade (for innocent he was not), was very reserved, Rin was the troublemaker. He keeps everyone in the monastery on their toes—even Shiro, and that's saying something. There's always a ruckus with him around.
He's just like his father, she smiled tenderly. Though Shura would probably disagree, Bella never considered the two boys as Satan's offsprings. They were Shiro's through and through. She stared at the phone in her hand, wishing to hear the voice of her mentor and her second father. Though she loved her true father, Charlie, her bond with Shiro was something else. Since Charlie had no idea about her true self, she had no father figure she could turn to but Shiro. Cool but loving Shiro; her surrogate father and life-mentor…
Shiro who still hasn't called when he said he would.
Once again, Bella tried to erase the sudden wave of worry and stopped herself from just calling him herself. It was protocol for a good reason, she reminded herself. Besides, Edward and the rest might get suspicious when she calls an unknown number when she should only be calling her mother Renee, who was actually one of the princesses of Gehenna.
Sweet, sweet Edward who had no idea who she really was.
She hated lying to him, for she loved him with all her heart. But it was the only way to keep him and his family safe. Her mother's warning was still fresh after the incident with James.
"I'm sorry, Mom. But everything's fine now, it's okay," I reassured her.
Contrary to popular beliefs, demons aren't exactly all that bad. They're like humans, too—once they get older and have responsibilities, though they still have a lust for blood (excuse the pun), they try to tame their true nature in order to do things right. It's rare for demons to have kids, so they do everything in their power to raise them right. Satan's the one exception though—he couldn't help but be a bastard.
The moment I saw her blurring her mind, I knew that she knew: I have fallen in love with a mortal—well, maybe ex-mortal. After all, he's already a vampire.
Does he know? she asked mentally. Does he know that 'Isabella Swan' is not just a mere human?
I prevented a sigh. He has no idea, I told her. I looked at her, my eyes widening. Should I? I don't think I'm ready to tell him that I'm half-demon. If he thinks being a vampire is an abomination, I don't want to know what he will think of me being born of a demon. I don't want to lose him yet.
She looked at me pensively for a moment before sighing. Is it worth it, my daughter? You know that there is no way that this could end well. Though she was calm, her eyes were another story. Beneath her mask was a tortured soul. I know she loved Charlie with all her heart—breaking it in the process of keeping the man she loved safe. She didn't want to burden him with her demonic side, thus leaving him with me in carry. She personally knew what I was dealing with.
I love him, Mom. I don't think I can live without him. I said with the determination I don't have.
If you're sure, she said, trailing a bit. She pursed her lips. But you cannot tell him until the time is right.
When… the time is… right? I asked, bemused.
She smiled at me wryly. You do know that my father has no patience for mistakes. Before you tell him, make sure that everyone involved—and I mean everyone, she looked at me sternly—is on the same ship. They should treat like their own by the time you tell them the truth. Otherwise, Mara will be able to tempt them and betray your secret.
I gulped. Until now, I'm not even sure that Edward won't leave me at the drop of a hat. Would I even have the chance to tell them about me?
Remember that, Bella. Her eyes softened. I don't want you to get hurt more than necessary.
I barely stopped the tears from falling. Yes, Mom.
"I'm just glad to finally see your eyes open," she said aloud, continuing our conversation from before. Suddenly, I was aware of another presence in the room that was, right now, pretending to sleep.
Edward. Once again, I prevented a sigh.
Her mother was right, of course. She only wished that when the time comes, Edward will understand the reason why she had to keep it from him. It was only a matter of time…
All of a sudden, she was aware of her classmates' eyes trained on her face and the eerie silence of the room. She timidly raised her head to face the glare on Mr. Varner's face.
Holy crap.
"Miss Swan, if you're finally with us, kindly answer number 3 on page twenty-five of your textbook." His voice was icy, emphasizing the word 'finally'.
Though she knew that she was infinitely stronger than the forty-five year old man, there was nothing like being on the receiving end of an educator's glare. She gulped.
"Yes, sir," she answered meekly, placing her cellphone back on her pocket.
End of Chapter One.
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