<Edwar's pov>

I watched as Bella slid back to her passenger seat. She looked alive. More alive then she's ever looked. I've never heard of a human biting a vampire. By her tasting my blood, make her like me? Was my blood the reason her eyes changed to lavender? It couldn' be. Sky was the only one with those color eyes. They were apart of what Marcus had given her. Part of her power.

"Bella, are you alright?" I asked as I cleaned my neck.

"I'm fine." She said.

"You don't feel any different?"

"Besides my eyes, no. You sure did taste good though." She said with a smile.

"Bella if you start to feel anything, tell me right away. Okay?"

"Okay."

"How are you going to explain your eyes to Charlie?"

"I'll tell him I got contacts."

<Sky's pov>

After I killed those 3 men that broke into Anthony's house, I collapsed to the floor. Even though I just "ate" I felt weak. Weaker than before. My guesses this was a backward effect. The men said Marcus sent them to kill me. Who was Marcus and what did he want from me? I was brought to France for a reason. I knew there were other out there like me. If I find them then I find Marcus. I had to get to Anthony and advise him not to go home tonight but, before I do I need to change clothes. I can't walk the street in a big shirt with blood stains on them. I walked over to Anthony's closet. A cute guy like him must have some girl clothes laying around here somewhere. Just like I thought, I found the girl clothes.

"Hmm he had taste." I said as I put on the tight fitting dark blue jeans, white wife beater shirt, and a black jacket. Now all I needed were some shoes. Anthony's shoes were to big for my feet. I kept digging in the closet, the pair of shoes I found were some black high heel boots that almost reached my knee. These would have to do. I preped my hair, washed the blood off of my face and then headed out the door.

Anthony never told me where he worked, but all I had to do was follow his scent. It was slowly fading so I had to move fast. The scent took me to a small cafe/bookstore. The way his home looked, or should I say used to look, made it seem like he had a glamerous job. He must have rich parents or something. I walked into the store and found him immediately.