Fairbanks, Alaska was everything Edward thought he needed. It was far enough to cool the insatiable burning in the back of his throat, just enough to lay his beast back to rest in the base of his belly. He was far enough to put the thought of Bella Swan to rest. But yet, his mind couldn't get over the sound of a girl's voice in his head, begging him to stop. There was no reason for why it had been there - there was no one in the parking lot, no one close enough to even see his possessed jerking of his body. He wondered if he would recognize the voice if he ever heard it again. He knew he would - as the voice was impossible to forget.

Carlisle had complied as soon as Edward had come racing to his job - Edward stayed at home with Esme for the days that Carlisle had taken to contact someone for a job and for him to put in a transfer. Carlisle had lied - saying it was a family emergency calling the Cullens home to Alaska. Which part of Alaska, however, he hadn't told.

He could tell the slight detachment of his siblings in the move, but when he finally wasn't prideful - he explained why he requested such a thing from their figurative father, and they had all agreed. Better for them to move than for him to slaughter innocent people for the blood of one girl who had no idea the effect she had on him.

Esme enjoyed the new opportunity to decorate, and Alice was enjoying the change in wardrobe.

They had all decided to start off as juniors at the local high school, Fairbanks High School, where their mascot was a fox and the school colors were white and orange. Fairbanks itself was homely, as well as 96% forest, and the temperature was rarely above 81 degrees. It also rained 73% of the time, and had thunder storms 16% of the time. But in between it all, there was the occasional clouded sunshine. Carlisle hadn't failed to pick another place so intricately or perfect.

There was a plus to this as well - their cousins from Denali, as they said, were nearby.

As Edward sat in his car, waiting for Alice to grab what she needed from the book store, as well as his requested reading list (though most of the books he had read so much, he could quote the text from front to back and vice versa), he watched a girl who drove up and down the parking lot of the faded motel across the street. The paint was peeling from the building, and what wasn't peeling was faded by both weather and the sun. Speaking of the sun, it had barely stretched across the sky, thus the reason why the girl had the headlights to her cherry red Jeep Wrangler Unlimited Sport blazing through the night sky. Even without the streetlights, Edward could see her perfectly. She wore a pair of muddy sneakers, grey sweats, and a thick jacket. Her black hair blended in with the night, and she had a scowl on her mire that could kill. To add to that, she had plush lips, but Edward tried not to linger too long on that little fact.

She banged her hand against one of the faded pastel pink doors of the motel, her headlights covering the door. She screamed someone's name, and Edward sat up as he listened to her voice.

"Hunter, let's go!" She yelled, still banging on the door. Her throat contracted with the yell so violently that Edward wondered if it would strain her voice. Her dark tawny hues reminded Edward of his own, but hers were natural, and dilated to filter light.

The door she was banging on finally opened, and she nearly hit the boy who exited in his face. Her face was twisted into a scowl, her arms folded over her chest. He was light-skinned, tattoos on his skin that peeked from under his tussled shirt, his hair light blonde. She pointed at her truck, not exchanging another word. Edward watched the way the girl moved, gracefully as if she had once been a dancer of some kind. She opened the door to the Jeep and stretched to get into the driver's seat before shutting the door.

Edward could smell the stench of alcohol in the boy's bloodstream, causing him to unknowingly turn his nose upward in disgust.

As she restarted the car, and pulled out the parking lot, Alice opened the door, a hop in her step like the usual pixie she was. She smiled flawlessly at him, before her lips fell and watched her brother as he observed the girl race down the muddy, slushy road. For a second, through the tint, he could've sworn she had met his eyes, but Edward knew there was no possible way she could've seen him.

Alice, who interrupted his thoughts by dropping the plastic bag on the floor of the backseat, raised a brow at him, but Edward simply shook his head, and started the car. They were out late enough as is.

The next morning, Edward managed to throw himself together after his attempt to draft a new piano piece. He had a few notes, but nothing more than the equivalent of a few seconds. He pulled on a pair of freshly ironed jeans (by Esme, no doubt), and a navy blue sweater. By the time he got downstairs of their new home, much similar to the one they resided in at Forks, Emmett and Rosalie were packing their bags, and Alice alongside Jasper were sitting on the couch. Carlisle was talking to Esme in the kitchen, and as he walked through said room, Edward grabbed his backpack from the back of the furthest chair, near the glass of the open dining room.

He grabbed his keys to his Volvo, and raised a silent brow. If his siblings didn't meet or beat (a nearly impossible feat) him to the car, they would have to take their own. As the eldest of those on the list that Carlisle had turned, it was no surprise that Edward would have the fluctuating patience he possessed.

As he turned to enter through the garage door, Carlisle called his name with the same smooth, calming voice he had first spoken to Edward before his turning. "Edward," he started, "Remember. This is a fresh start."

Edward nodded, his hand wrapped around the black strap of his backpack. He marched stiffly to the garage, listening to Carlisle's soothing and hopeful thoughts.

I can't let Carlisle down. Not again. Not after everything Carlisle has done for me, Edward thought to himself.

He swallowed an imaginary pill and unlocked his Volvo, tossing the backpack in the floor of the passenger seat.

He heard the doors open to his car, watching from the rearview mirror as Alice and Jasper got in. They shut the doors, and with a smooth flick of the wrist, he started the car, before pushing the button to the garage door.

Fairbanks High School appeared to be fairly new. In actuality, it was much older, but still bustling with teenagers rushing in and out of the school, as well as around the parking lot to greet old friends. He and the others had gotten the first parking spaces under an arch made by two parallel trees, and while Roselie, Emmett, Alice, and Jasper had hurried out of the car to get their schedules, Edward was in no hurry.

As he stood beside his car, he watched the same identical Jeep from the night prior pull into a parking spot, the car sparking as if it had been freshly washed. And as he suspected, the same girl got out of the car, her right foot falling first, and her left following suit. She opened the door behind the driver's, pulling out a dark crimson backpack, marked with a peeling iron-on patch, and a couple of buttons with various quotes. She wore a pair of dark black jeggings, with a grey shirt that was a size too big for her, and slumped with a bias to one of her shoulders, ripped at the bottom. She pulled out a letterman jacket, that was orange and white, with a F shaped patch on the right breast. She put the jacket on, giving Edward time to note what exactly the patch on the back was for. It had Monet on the top, and on the left shoulder, was the numbers 04 emblazoned on the fabric. As for the right shoulder, had a patch with two lacrosse sticks crossing over a fox paw.

He watched as the light sent a glow to her features, unusual for a girl in Alaska. She placed her backpack on one shoulder, her car keys clasped in her fist. Her free hand fixed both her neat ponytail, as well as the collar of her jacket. Edward watched as she shut the backseat door, and walked over to the passenger side, her voice soft and as smooth as honey as she coaxed someone to come out.

He couldn't help but wonder if the passenger she was coaxing was the boy from last night. Instead, it was a girl, a bit younger than her, as well as paler in complexion. The younger girl was shorter as well as more youthful in demeanor. Not to mention, her thoughts were the loudest, complaining of how she didn't want to go to school, and how Juliet was making her go. They had to be sisters, even if they weren't blood related.

As for Juliet, her plump lips curled into a lighthearted smile as she ushered her sister forward, and Edward took the time to follow suit before the bell rung. People managed to pour in front of him, and deciphering a variable of mixed thoughts, he managed to find his way to the front office.

He approached the young secretary with a smile, sending her thoughts in a wild frenzy with an added blush to her cheeks. Edward had to force himself not to chuckle bitterly.

"I'm Edward Cullen," He said to her, his voice soft and charming. "I'm here for my schedule."

"Of course you are, sweetie. One second," she said, turning to the freshly printed stack of papers. She rummaged extensively and exaggeratedly for a few seconds before Edward found himself pointing out the paper with his name printed at the top. She smiled, apologizing meaninglessly, before she relaxed her shoulders. "Let me see if I can get you a guide, it's just the Foxes way around here," she laughed breathlessly.

As she finished, turning to a list of what Edward assumed to be guides, he heard the sound of a door shutting. And then, there she was.

The girl from the motel - well, Juliet.

She appeared to be even tanner under the florescent lights, a middle-aged woman following behind her. "Brandi, you need a guide?" The guidance counselor Edward had met yesterday spoke.

The secretary, Brandi, nodded, flustered.

"Take Jules here," and with a light push, the counselor, Mrs. Kingston handed Juliet over like a bag of expired bread.

She looked slightly at the counselor, who smiled. "Juliette, " The woman spoke with an emphasis on her name, thus causing Edward to correct how he believed her name was spelled. "This is Edward Cullen. He just moved here. And Edward, this is Juliette Monet, our star gem of the Lacrosse team-"

"I wouldn't say star," Juliette said, a bit embarrassed. Edward tried not to chuckle at her thoughts that were cursing the woman's name.

Mrs. Kingston however, continued as if she had never been interrupted, "as well as one of our brightest minds. I'm sure she'll stimulate you, as you will her," Edward smiled as Jules' nose scrunched upward in the slightest disgust. "And she'll be your personal guide for the day."

Juliette sighed, smiling nervously. "I'm Juliette, but feel free to call me Jules. Mind if I see your schedule so I can work my way to class around yours?"

"Yeah, here," Edward spoke, handing the piece of paper to her. Juliette's tawny eyes that were now chocolate brown under the light were hidden by her hair falling like a curtain over her face.

"Hm, funny. You're in my astronomy class, AP English class, AP U.S History, and we seem to also have Biology, Study Hall, and our electives together." She narrowed her eyes at the counselor. "I'm starting to thing that this was intentional."

"You take piano?" Edward couldn't help but ask.

Juliette chuckled, "No, I'm a part of the art class. Piano and Art share a classroom.

Edward found her strange, for she hadn't seemed to be under the spell of his looks. And the way she talked - it was as if they were old friends instead of strangers just meeting.

Her thoughts were devoid of any attraction to him, but instead, a cool manner in which Edward found both soothing and refreshing. And now, that her voice was no longer in the sharp yell he had heard the night prior, he could focus and place where he had heard her from - the voice in his head.

Could it be her? How? He wondered, as she handed him back his schedule. He took it, as she raised a brow.

"Let's go to English - since that's first." she spoke, and Edward nodded in agreement, suddenly grateful for overfeeding in attempts to compete with Emmett who had begged for a competition.

"Here's a pass," Mrs. Kingston added, Juliette nearly snatching it out of her hand.

Edward opened the door for her, and he watched as she gracefully moved out the door - in a flutter that reminded him of Alice - before she looked over her shoulder to ensure he was following her. To ease her strain, he walked at her side, as she pressed her lips together, thinking of what to say.

It didn't help that Edward could hear every shot down idea she had - she was torturing herself more than necessary. So, he decided to take the lead for once instead of being quiet. After all, she was only his guide for a day, so it wasn't as if they had to be friends at the end of all this.

"Are you originally from here?" Edward asked.

Juliette snapped out of her thoughts, her eyes flickering to Edward. Her features lifted as she tilted her head, blowing hair out of her eyes. "No, I'm originally from Costa Rica."

So that's why she had the accent, Edward noted. It was somewhere in between a twist of a soft Spanish accent, but he could tell it was suffering from wear from being in Alaska.

"Why the move?" He asked, and she shrugged her shoulders absent-mindedly before speaking.

"I'm adopted - my parents did a lot of traveling before settling down here."

"This had to be a big change for you," Edward assumed.

"No. It's better than where I come from - the rough part of Costa Rica. Here, you don't have to fight everyday to make sure food goes in your mouth. You don't have to watch your mother snort drugs because she refuses to watch her kids," Juliette said roughly, before her eyes narrowed and softened as she stared ahead.

"Sorry," she added, her voice soft again.

Edward, however, shook his head. "I'm sorry for asking."

"Where are you from, Edward Cullen?" She asked, raising her arched eyebrows.

"Well, Washington State," he started. "Sort of." A small, all-knowing smirk came to his lips, before it fell. He was not going to get close to this girl, not when he could break her with the slightest touch.

"Let's keep it at that," he said firmly, his voice dry and stiff.

Juliette, who was surprised by his sudden change in emotion, said nothing more, leading him to the Biology class without another word.

She didn't know it, but Edward firmly stood in the fact that she was better off this way. Better off staying away from a monster like him.