Authors Note:

Hi guys, sorry I haven't updated in so long. I've just been crazy busy with working on my other stories. But I've decided on updating this story at least once a month, so ease your worries for now.

Hope you enjoy this, and a little note on the side. This will be a slow burn, nothing is going to happen to fast. Whereas with my other stories where everything happens within the first couple of chapters, regarding love, with this one, it'll take it's time. But I assure you, it'll be worth it.

Thanks for reading.

Chapter Four: Bellas POV

I get out of the shower and dress in the clothes Alice had given me yesterday. Skinny black pants, a white sleeveless blouse and my black keds. You can tell colour isn't really a liking of mine.

I'd learnt over the past few years that the easiest way to go unnoticed was to blend in. That meant wearing dull colours that no-one noticed like black, white, grey, bottle green, navy blue and so on.

It was rare to ever see a colour on me, I think the brightest I've gone is a red sweater, and even then it was covered by a black jacket.

Oh well, fashion was the least of my worries right now.

There's an eager knock on the door, I go to open it and see Alice on the other side.

"Hi, you ready? You look ready." Her eagerness is visible as she bounces on the heels of her feet while looking me over.

I nod at her before I head out of my room, I can't help but fleet a look inside before I exit, I wonder where Edward is?

Alice takes me to the second floor, apparently before I get to do anything I have to be trained. There's no point in being alive with a power if you can't protect yourself, she says.

She's right though, Edward may be my guardian but he isn't going to be on hand all the time, I'd feel a lot more comfortable knowing I could protect myself. Who needs men anyway? Definitely not me.

We enter the training centre and there's people all around us throwing eachother across matts, punching, kicking, biting. It seems anything goes here.

I scan the area and notice Edward sparring with another guy. It's obvious who's got the upper hand, but it's also obvious who the streetfighter is and who's been trained in the art of fighting.

Where Edward is messy, dirty and quite scary. The other guy is precise, focused and quiet. They're complete opposites and watching them fight eachother is captivating. Or it's just because I like staring at Edward.

"He's something isn't he?" Alice asks me, watching me watch him.

Suddenly I feel like I've been caught with my hand in the cookie jar, it's as if I'm doing something forbidden. I feel myself blush and focus on other things going on around me.

"He was handpicked especially for you, you know?"

This grabs my attention. "Really? Why him?"

"You're both pretty special, you're both the complete opposites. We figured you'd work well together." Alice replies, confident we're great as a pair.

"I guess we'll just have to wait and see." I say, not so quick to assume Edward and I were a good choice together.

"Come on. Let's get your training started!"

She drags me towards a man who looks only a few years older than me and introduces him as Jacob. He'll be my trainer and will help me with all things physical. She leaves us to it after our introductions and I'm thankful for it.

Her happy, optimistic personality was definitely an acquired taste.

"So what are you? Wait, let me guess. Fairy?" Jacob asks, smirking at me.

"Fairies exist? No way! Does that mean Tinkerbell is real?" I ask, excited at the thought of meeting Tinkerbell.

"So you're not a fairy, and of course Tinkerbell does not exist. Don't let a fairy hear you talk about Tink, they get really upset, something about Hollywood messing things up for them." He shrugs as if he's got no clue which I happen to find really sweet.

"Oh man, my life is over. I find out about all of this only to find out there's no such thing as Tinkerbell. Do the fairies even have wings? Wands? Fairy dust?"

"Wands? No. Wings? Hell yes. Fairy dust? Yeah!"

I revel in how normal he is. Thanking God that there's finally someone around here I can have a nice conversation with. "Aha, man, that is awesome. So what are you? Werewolf?" I ask, pointing towards the slight beard he's sporting.

"Nuh-uh, you have to tell me what you are first?"

"You have to guess, I'll give you three tries."

He laughs and looks as if he's contemplating his answer before he says it. "Vampire?"

"What? No! Do I look as if I suck peoples blood for a living?" I shout, outraged that he's mistaken me for a bloodsucker.

"Hey, you got the whole pale thing going on. You can't blame a guy for assuming." He holds his hands up, palms facing me as if to apologise.

"I guess that's fair, next guess?"

"Erm, a siren?"

"They exist too? Don't tell me there's mermaids aswell?" Now, I'm seriously shocked. Was every single myth and monster true? Was bigfoot real?

He nods while answering. "Damn, mermaid was my next guess. I give up. You have to tell me."

"Alright, alright. I'm a prophet. Honestly, that's like all I know right now so I can't answer much bu-"

"No fucking way! Now, that is what you call awesome." I blush at his compliment.

"Thanks. I guess? How about you? You're not a werewolf, not a fairy, not a mermaid?"

"I'm a wizard." I stare at him with wide eyes, so tempted to scream the words at him. "You can ask, go ahead." He says smiling.

"A wizard like Harry Potter!?" I let it out, thankful he's let me ask.

"Nope, I'm WAY cooler."

I laugh a genuine laugh and for once in a long time, I'm finally happy where I am. Maybe being here wasn't so bad after all?

Jacob and I go through the basics of self defence for the rest of the day and I almost forget Edward's mere feet away from me until Jacob makes the two of us spar with eachother.

We're standing about a metre away from eachother and working on blocking an attack upclose. Jacobs behind me, trying to position me in the correct way.

His hands go from my ankles, to my hips, to my waist, to my shoulders. It all feels very technical but I can't help but see how Edward feels having another mans hands, on my body.

I watch his reaction but all I see is focus and determination. Either he's really good at putting a game face on or he really doesn't give a shit, and I was betting on the latter.

Whatever, that was fine with me, I wasn't here to find a boyfriend anyway.

His fist comes at my face, slow on purpose and I block it with one hand. I pretend to knee him in the stomach and pull his head down so that I can pretend to knee him in the face this time.

"Good. Remember to always use a mans weak point against him. Don't kick him though, especially not in the balls."

Jacobs words confuse me. Weren't you always supposed to go for the balls? He senses my confusion fast. "Okay, Edward you can stay where you are. Bella, come over here. I want you to kick him in the balls, like actually kick him. No pretending this time."

"What? I can-"

"Just do it." It's Edward who speaks at me this time, he almost looks impatient and annoyed.

Well fuckyou then, I'll have no problem kicking you in the balls now.

We face eachother, him waiting for me to kick, and me wondering how hard I was going to kick.

I decide it's going to be hard and throw all my weight into the kick. I expect a groan, but before my foot reaches his balls, he grabs my ankle and pulls me towards him.

My leg bends at the knee and my body is leaning towards his for support, as I wobble on the one leg I have on the ground. He pulls me closer fast and I loose my footing and go falling to the ground, him not far behind me.

It all happens so fast that I don't even realise his body is pressed against mine, until I feel his growing erection nudge me inbetween my legs.

It shocks me, especially because he was so professional a couple of minutes ago. I move around, trying to get out from underneath him, not wanting to make this any more awkward.

That is untill I realise his eyes have gone from anger to lust. He lets go of my bent leg fast, so that I can actually close my legs and gets up off the floor.

I stay lying down for a few more seconds, trying to sort my raging hormones out. Jacob acts none the wiser as he gives me hand up and gets into explaining how if I kick someone, they could easily use it against me, like so.

I nod, pretending to understand everything he's saying when really, I'm too focused on Edward who's standing there as if he didn't just get a raging hard on, while training with me.

"Ok, I think that's enough for today. I'll see you guys again tomorrow, same time, same place." Jacob says while staring at us both, probably wondering what the fuck is going on.

Me too Jacob, me too.

Authors Note:

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