AN: So I decided to rewrite Green Eyes (one of my old stories) because the plot wouldn't get out of my head. Enjoy!

Edward Cullen was no stranger to danger. He was, however, a stranger to being clueless, and it wasn't a feeling he enjoyed. Here he was, standing in front of some homicidal maniac, and he had no clue what was happening.

Let's back up a little.

Edward Cullen did not like to be kept waiting. Which was exactly what his brother Emmett was doing at the moment. Being immortal, he figured that his entire life was comprised of sitting around waiting for things to happen, and he didn't like doing that when he could be doing something more productive. Seeing his girlfriend, for example.

It was thoughts like these that occupied his mind while strolling through the forest. Having finished his hunting early, and now having to wait on Emmett to take his frustration out on a bear, Edward decided to go for a little walk. Through the thick trees, he could see a scattering of buildings, most likely a small town. He stopped at the edge of the tree lining, taking stock of his surroundings. Very few buildings, most looking very run-down, and not a human in sight. Huh.

He cast out his mind, searching for thoughts.

Wonder if there'll be any business today, a morose female voice penetrated his mind.

Fishing lure, fishing lure…a male voice.

Kind of odd to see a girl wandering around here all alone…huh, that looks an awful lot like blood…holy shit is that a—the voice cut off suddenly.

Before he even had time to think, Edward was taking off in the direction of those last thoughts. The way it had cut off abruptly made his hair stand on end. He followed the direction it had come from, keeping on the watch for anything smelling like blood. He couldn't afford to be tempted so close to finishing a hunt. The trail of thoughts lead directly to what seemed to be a deserted alleyway, but something told Edward to look closer.

The air in front of him seemed to shimmer, almost like someone had been holding a velvet curtain before his eyes.

Which was how, of course, he found the teenaged girl, covered with blood, and holding a very long, very wicked looking knife.

Edward wasn't sure how to confront a homicidal maniac. That had never come up when Carlisle taught him how to navigate the vampire world. Fortunately, the girl with the deadly knife was more concerned about the body in front of her.

She was crouched on the ground, her foot pressing into the throat of a vaguely humanoid figure, but Edward was sure his vampire eyes were finally deceiving him. If he didn't know better, he'd say the body looked like a boy with angel's wings. The body was going in and out of focus, almost like it was made of… smoke? Little flashes of yellow and purple arced across the boy's skin and wings, like lightning was trying to escape. As he watched, the girl brought her knife up and slashed through where his throat should be, but all he could see was gray smoke and colored arcs of electricity.

Edward inhaled rapidly and then blocked off his airway, expecting his senses to be assaulted with the scent of fresh human (or angel?) blood. What he wasn't expecting was the angel-boy hybrid to let out a terrifying wail and burst into a shower of golden powder, scattering into the wind. He almost stepped back to avoid the shower, before realizing that the powder was only travelling up.

"Stupid venti," the girl said, sliding her knife back into a sheath hanging from her waist.

Was Edward going insane, or did this girl just curse Starbucks drinks?

She picked herself up off the ground, dusting off the remains of the gold powder. Only now was Edward noticing what she looked like. This girl couldn't have been more than fifteen or sixteen, but she carried herself with the burden of someone much older. Her clothes were ragged and bloodstained – it looked like the edges of her gray sweatshirt had been singed by fire. Her pants were riddled with holes, the red stains covering the cloth telling Edward that the holes probably weren't for the aesthetic. Her jet black hair was doing it's best to escape a haphazard ponytail, falling across striking green eyes…eyes that, Edward noticed, were staring straight at him.

The realization came a little late.

Within the space of a millisecond, the girl had stepped into his personal space, the scary knife directly at his throat.

"Who are you?" she demanded. Her voice sounded like pure anger and hatred personified, not something he expected from a teenager. "Did you send the venti?"

"The…what?" he managed, his vocal chords under severe pressure from her blade.

"Who sent you?" she snarled, and pressed the knife a little further into his throat.

Now, Edward was pretty sure a knife couldn't hurt his vampire skin, but the way his throat was starting to burn, he didn't feel like taking any chances.

"I…" he coughed the word out. "I don't know what you're talking about, I only just saw you stab the smoke—"

"You could see that?" she sounded angrier, and he tried to step back only to find himself back into a corner. He had to inhale soon; his air supply was running out fast. And this girl was covered in blood.

"Look—" he choked, the cool metal blade not doing any favors for his throat. "Look, I don't know who you are. I just heard noises—" he used the last of his air.

The girl seemed to only get angrier, but Edward could do nothing but try to inhale. He gasped for breath, probably sounding very un-vampire-like, but the girl seemed to take pity on him and stepped back. Immediately, he crumbled to the ground like the incredibly coordinated immortal he was, and took a deep breath. He expected a wave of bloodlust to wash over him. Instead, he got the scent of a refreshing sea breeze. He opened his eyes, convinced that he was hallucinating and he'd somehow ended up near the beach, but all he saw was an angry girl and a very sharp knife, standing over him and looking decidedly unmerciful.

"Look," she started, her face still pulled taut in anger. "I don't know who you are and why you can see through the Mist, but I don't want any trouble."

She really needed to work on her facial expressions, he decided.

The girl turned around, presumably to leave, when Edward found his voice.

"Wait!" he croaked.

She pivoted so fast he almost missed the movement, her hand going automatically to her sheathed knife.

Edward held his hands up in surrender. "No, wait, I don't mean any harm," he did his best to sound convincing and non-threatening. "Who are you?"

The girl looked him up and down, her green eyes resembling an infrared laser more than regular eyes, and shook her head. "It's better if you don't know." She turned and walked down the alleyway, disappearing between the buildings.

Edward stared after her in shock. He wasn't sure how to react to what had just happened, but he knew he had to tell Carlisle right away. Only, he didn't know how exactly he was going to explain all this.

It was only as he was picking himself off the ground, preparing to find Emmett, did he realize – throughout the entire bizarre interaction, the girl's mind had been completely and utterly silent.