So this is a re-write of an already published story. For those of you who have already read the original "Secrets," there will be dozens, some very significant, plot changes.

For those of you who haven't...A story between Edward and OC-Nathan. This is what happens when the Cullen clan is faced with an immortal where they would least expect it. Both Edward and Nathan have secrets - this is a story of what happens when the two cross paths. Edward and the Cullens learn quickly that Vampires and Werewolves aren't the only things that go bump in the night; all they can do is hope they're still highest on the food-chain.

Plenty of Love, angst, and magic to go around :) Please RxR!

Edward

Another day. Another sluggish day of high school. The same menial lessons, same petty thoughts, and the same shrill from Mrs. Goff's voice. In a way it was a slight comfort; I was able to think and get away from the thoughts of my family. That isn't saying that I relished hearing the trite ramblings from the students of Forks High School. ] Endless dramas of who liked who, who was wearing what, or other meaningless anxieties. I sat in quiet contemplation during Spanish class; Mrs. Goff had a tendency to let me relax unbothered, she knew my Spanish was better than her's anyway.

I let her voice fade into the background as students' thoughts raced through my mind. Most of it was the same boring nonsense. Part of the responsibility to my family was to ensure that there were no suspicions of us amongst the students and teachers here. It was a task that I did not enjoy, but seemed avoidable none-the-less. I had noticed today there was buzz about a new student. It was almost sad how much this excited the majority of the students; Even the teachers were caught gossiping about this small piece of news. Nathan Aldan… Most of the girls seemed utterly infatuated him at this point, but I couldn't help but be relieved from their distraction. I couldn't find out much more than this except that he was an exchange student from Hong Kong.

As absolutely stimulating as these pre-pubescent girl's thoughts were, my books were prepared and I was out the door as the bell rang loudly throughout the school. Both Emmett and I walked toward the cafeteria having another one-sided conversation.

"Lets skip on Friday and go early. Its bear season" thought Emmett

I nodded. Despite the fact he was nearly eighty years old, Emmett still acted like a child sometimes. I didn't need to be able to read his thoughts to know how excited he was, Emmett always looked forward to this time of the year. Bear blood was a nice change, less bitter than the standard elk we hunted.

Emmett and I went to sit at our usual table, Jasper and Alice were already sitting down when we got there; Rosalie coming only moments later. She took Emmett's hand in hers and they smiled at each other. I tried my best to keep out of their thoughts regardless of how loud they were. Alice greeted me with a smile and thought "Today has been weird, everything is a bit…Fuzzy. I don't like it." She thought with a small pout on her face. I ignored her, it felt too tiresome to even respond. I tried to nibble on a carrot in front of me in order to maintain a nonchalant and very human image, but this was one of those times when it seemed to take ages to get through a single day.

The mundane task of sitting in the cafeteria seemed to change as an uproar of thoughts began to manifest themselves. All of them were centered on one person, Nathan Aldan. I couldn't help but look and see for myself the person that had made so many girls, and even some boys, swoon in his direction. He was shockingly ordinary in every way. He stood around 5'9 with a plain brown hair that was just short of covering his eyes, he wasn't particularly big or skinny. He did however carry himself in a certain manner that instantly separated him from most of Forks; there was a silent confidence in the way he moved.

He'd been ushered to sit down by Mike Newton, a gesture that seemed kind on the surface. Although with further prying it became apparent the jealousy that Mike was to harbor for him. Jessica Stanley was absolutely oozing over him, she was already making her plans to ask him to the dance coming up. The entire table seemed to be giving him their undivided attention while he sat down, somewhat awkwardly, and picked at some of French fries while answering the question after question.

"How long was the flight here?" Angela asked with genuine curiosity. I liked seeing things from her perspective; her mind was a pleasant place to be.

"Umm…" Nathan scratched his head while he thought "About 17 hours." There were a couple of gasps, not all of them genuine. Jessica seemed a little more eager to please him, to the point it came off as false. I followed their conversation for lack of anything else to do. It took me a moment, but I realized I hadn't heard this boy's thoughts. I focused on him but heard nothing but faint whispers, as if it was a muffled voice behind a door. There were bits and pieces but nothing remotely recognizable. This had never happened to me before – I most certainly didn't know how to react to it. I didn't even notice I'd been staring in the boy's direction for at least a minute or two until Mike Newton, asking no one in particular "Why is Cullen staring over here?"

Nathan seemed a bit confused at first, but eventually looked where the rest of the table had turned to. I looked into his eyes for the briefest of moments, a small part of me had hopes to cure that faint buzzing when I had connected with his eyes. Although my wish was not fulfilled, I found myself faced with something unexpected

Those green eyes of his were not green at all. Green would not simply do them justice. There to be several different colors to them, a deep a golden shade much more intense than my own, a jade green, followed by a strong iridescent forest green. All three shades of such pure luminosity contacts were out of the question. I was in awe of what I was seeing, and I only had a couple of second to experience it before he looked away looking slightly flustered. How had I not seen that originally? How can everyone at the table be sitting with him and not think of the abnormal eyes this boy had?

"What was that all about? You stared at that boy for 2 and a half minutes." Alice questioned me through her thoughts. I knew I wasn't going to be able to maneuver through this situation without some sort of fight, so I settled for at least half of the story, for now. I spoke in a tone so low and fast the humans around us wouldn't have been able to hear, even if they cared enough to listen, which I doubt they did.

"I can't hear his thoughts." I admitted.

That seemed to get the attention from most of them, all of a sudden I felt as though I was being interrogated. It wasn't aggressive, but they were overly curious. I found the entire topic irritating, a constant reminder of my inability. The group of them had began to talk amongst themselves while I was drowned in my own thought. Since I wasn't able to use my secondary hearing I chose to listen to the table from my seat. I felt weak being so interested in a human simply because I couldn't read his thoughts. It was like a child wanting candy simply because they couldn't have it.

"Cullen, is that his name?" Nathan asked in a curious tone. Through my peripherals I noticed him looking at our table occasionally but I didn't dare look again the rest of the hour. I listened to the jaded explanations of our family that Mike Newton and Jessica had offered. Normally it may have brought a slight grin to my face, but at this point I found myself obsessing over the fact I didn't know what he was thinking. Did he believe them? Or was he just humoring their insecurities? He never returned any judgments when they called me a 'freak' or Alice weird, he simply nodded and went back to his meal uncomfortably.

I found a small part of me saddened when the lunch hour came to an abrupt end. I was equally disgusted with myself that I had been interested by the idea of eavesdropping on these humans. Not a day ago I had found the act to be an entirely bothersome and draining experience. The five of us got up heading to our respective classes, Alice looked at me and thought "Be careful in Biology." I didn't really know what she had meant by this. Later this week we were blood typing, but today seemed perfectly harmless. Whatever it was, it couldn't be too dangerous or she would have warned me to skip class.

After making my way into Biology and sitting at my usual table I already knew what we were doing for today's lab. As usual, I was alone. Everyone had picked a table away from me, which wasn't surprising as were bound to feel uncomfortable sitting in such a close proximity. I much preferred it this way, although it became apparent only seconds later that I would no longer have this table to myself. The new guy, Nathan, came into the classroom staring at a piece of paper that I assumed had the classroom number on it. After getting it signed and receiving his textbook the teacher, he was ushered toward the table I sat in. I could hear several girl's sighs of disappointment as he took his seat next to me.

After taking his seat I could feel the slight movement of air around him from the movement. Suddenly my entire body was on fire, It felt as though I had ran into an open flame. The thirst consumed me entirely. I could feel this boy's pulse on the tip of my tongue while I stiffened up from the pain; unable to focus on anything but this new scent. It was not something human, it couldn't possibly be. I glared at him, feeling the firey emotion protruding from my eyes. I was no longer thinking rationally, the monster had taken over. I could kill everyone in the room in less than 20 seconds, no one would even have the time to react. Once everyone was dead…I would have that blood all to myself. It would be a feast, the thought of his blood rolling down my throat to cure this fire that had enveloped my entire body excited me in more ways than one. Eighteen humans seemed a small price to pay for such a bounty.

I balled my hands into fists, focusing all of my rage toward this one human. Time passed so slowly I was sure that there was no way I would be able to last these 55 minutes. Trying to focus, I thought about my family. Of course they would forgive me, but I didn't want them to have to uproot themselves once again; we were just getting used to Forks again, but everything seemed insignificant compared to the taste of his blood. The boy looked over to me – blinking in slight confusion. He must have seen how close I was to killing him, being so close to a murderous frenzy of course it would have shown through my eyes. I did notice that his abnormally colored eyes were back to their previous plain green. His eyes were the least of my worries at this point. Nathan just stared for a moment, confused I thought, or maybe just frustrated. He just turned his attention back to the lecture. The boy seemed oddly absorbed in the notes he was taking from this very dry lecture on osmosis; he careful not to look again at me for the rest of the period.

After what felt like an eternity, the bell rang and I was out of my seat, fighting my every instinct as I quite literally ran away from my tormentor.