Edward, having been changed back in 1918 when he was 17 years old by Carlisle, because he was dying of the Spanish Influenza, had gained the ability to hear thoughts when he entered his immortality with his unquenchable thirst for blood. He didn’t really try to most of the time…he tuned it out usually. Especially those of his coven, just so they could have…as much privacy as he could provide…

Currently he was in science with you. You’d been his sister since the late 1920’s having been changed by Carlisle seven years before Rosalie…he wasn’t afraid to admit you were his favorite. And it wasn’t hard to tell the way he was laying his head promptly in your lap right now in the back of class. The humans weren’t paying attention, he could hear their thoughts all mainly focused on the video playing for the class…material you and him had memorized for decades…

But then he heard one thought…from that stupid Mike Newton kid…Man…I bet that Cullen sister back there would look even hotter without those clothes on… now…Edward knew Mike was a perv. But oh my god had he never felt so murderous towards someone without the motive of blood lust…he felt the venom pooling in his mouth…he could so easily back hand that kid into the wall…shatter his school in milliseconds. Then he felt you grab his arm…oh right…

He forgot you’d be able to smell the venom pooling…you had almost as much strength as Emmett, the strongest member of your coven and strongest vampire alive…you were the strongest female. Edward knew he wouldn’t be escaping that iron grip you had. And he turned his face into your thigh. Sighing as he swallowed back venom…feeling your hand go form his arm to his hair once he was calm again…he could sense your confusion, and concern…and he just simply murmurd, quiet and quick so no human ear could hear, but he knew you would.

“Sorry…it’s just that Newton kid is…having thoughts I’m not fond off…”

He practically hissed the short blonde haired, 5’11, teenage boys name…