A/N Fair warning: This chapter mentions two icky things: suicide and
molestation. But don’t worry! There’s no description of either, and there
aren’t any gross details or anything. Just thought you should know. -cracked
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Edward watched and listened from
afar as Charlie pleaded with Bella for an explanation.
A rational explanation.
"Listen, Bells, I know there
are bears in the woods. Hell, I've warned you about them. But just because you
thought you saw one is no reason to go breaking into my shotgun case. That
makes absolutely no sense."
He shook his head as Bella stood
before him in the house's cramped kitchen.
"What's really going on? You
can tell me. I'll understand."
Bella said nothing.
"Does it have something to do
with that man? The one at the dance hall? You shouldn't be hanging around him.
You know, if you are."
"No. I mean, yes. I mean, this
isn't about him, dad. I just wish everyone would leave Edward alone."
Edward tensed up at the mention of
his name. It was the first time he'd heard her speak it since he gave her the
phone with his name programmed in. The sensation gave him goosebumps. He
couldn't remember the last time that had happened.
He heard Bella stalk off,
presumably heading for her room upstairs.
"We're not done talking about
this," Charlie called after her.
"Yes we are!" she
screamed. "I'll see whoever the hell I want to see. Charlie."
Edward heard a door slam. He
couldn’t see into her room from his spot in the woods. And he couldn’t read her
mind. He was growing frustrated.
The phone in his pocket rang. It
was Bella. He knew he shouldn't do what he was about to do, but he couldn't
stop himself. He approached the house and leapt onto her window ledge. He
knocked softly.
"Oh my god," Bella said
as she slid the window open. “You’re fast.”
Edward stepped inside.
"Are you here to kill me
yet?" Bella said.
"Don't be a ridiculous."
Edward turned away and studied the
stack of books on the desk next to her laptop. Wuthering Heights, Pride and
Prejudice, and Romeo and Juliet stood out.
Bella sighed. "Then seriously,
why are you here? Why are you stalking me? Why are you the only thing I think
about when I’m awake? The only thing I dream about at night? Why have you
completely and utterly taken over my life?"
He ran his hand through his hair
and scowled. "I have no earthly idea."
He sat down on her bed and put his
head between his hands.
"You'll need protection now.
They'll send others. I have no way of knowing what they might already have
figured out. Even if they don't know anything yet, even if I run, they'll break
me when they find me. They have ways of finding out what I know. I won't be
able to keep your involvement a secret."
"God, don't you get it,
Edward? Or are you as obtuse as you seem?" she said. "I don’t want your protection."
"You'll die without it, Bella.
You'll probably die with it. I am only one man against many."
"Maybe that's what I
deserve."
Bella sat next to him on the bed.
She leaned in, put her hand on his leg.
Edward tensed up. He didn’t know
what to say.
"You can do it, you
know," she whispered. She bared her neck.
"No. I can't."
"Why not? You killed Mike,
didn't you? What makes this any different?"
“It just is. I don’t know why.”
“Why didn’t you kill me that night?
You didn’t even know me. You could have done it, easily. It doesn’t make any
sense.”
"I read people's thoughts,
Bella. But trying to read you is maddening. I can’t do it, and I don’t know
why. And your smell. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever encountered.”
"Wait a second. What did you say?" She took his
hand in hers and looked into his eyes. “You can read minds, Edward? Are you shitting
me?"
He laughed.
"It's something I've been able
to do ever since I became what I am. Some of us have powers, enhanced
abilities, whatever. That's mine."
“But you can’t read my mind? Has
this happened before?”
“No,” he whispered. “Never.”
They sat on the bed together, their
fingers entwined. Neither knew what to say. Edward spoke first.
"If you really want to die,
Bella, why haven't you done it yourself? It shouldn't be too difficult. Humans
are a fragile species."
"Don't you think I've
tried?" she said, releasing his hand and holding out her wrists for him to
see. "I can never go all the way. I guess I just can't bring myself to do
that to Charlie. He cares so much. It would devastate him."
"And you dying at the hand of
another wouldn't devastate him?"
"It's different," she
said. "You don’t know what it's like to feel responsible for the death of
someone you love. To be responsible.
I can’t let Charlie feel like that."
“Don’t be so quick to assume,
Bella. Others have suffered sorrows beyond measure, too.”
There was silence for a moment.
Bella stood and looked down at Edward. "Please. I'm begging you. If you
don't do it, those other vampires will. You said so yourself."
She put her hand on his chin and
turned his face toward hers. She ran a thumb over his lower lip and waited
until he looked into her eyes.
“You don’t have to kill me,” she
whispered. “You could just make me like you.”
Edward was momentarily caught off
guard. He parted his lips and felt her thumb move slowly over his teeth. He
took in her scent, and soon, the boiling began within him.
He stood. He moved her hair away
from her neck. He put his cheek to hers and closed his eyes.
Bella moaned.
“No.”
He stopped himself. How stupid. He
had almost ruined everything. Overcome with rage, he shoved Bella away, harder
than he meant to. She fell onto the bed and hit the back of her head on the
wall.
"I am sorry," he said.
“For everything.” He climbed out the window and leapt.
He heard Bella crying softly as he
hit the ground running into the night. He was angry. Angry at himself for
getting too close to this girl. Angry at her for failing to see what a gift she
had, a human life. He was angry at the situation he found himself in, the
Volturi after him, the cops looking at him, the newspaper curious. In the span
of a week and a half, he'd nearly ruined almost a hundred years of carefully
living in the shadows.
He needed to get rid of the anger.
Anger was dangerous. Anger could lead to carelessness. Carelessness could get
him caught. He decided to try and burn it off. Perhaps a hunt would take his
mind off things.
He ran away from the house, steered
clear of the burnt area where Bella had dispatched Felix's remains, and within
moments found himself back at the highway into town.
That was fast, he thought. He
flexed his arms, stretched his neck out. He completely forgot that he was
supposed to be hunting. He was feeling stronger than he had in years, and yet
the only human blood he'd had in more than a week had been a few drops from
Bella's self-inflicted wound. That made no sense. Especially after the beating
he took from Felix. Typically, he would need to feed on two or three humans in
a single day to feel this strong after such physical trauma.
A sudden rage overtook him. He felt
euphoric. His eyes burned bright red, nearly glowing in the dark.
Had Bella's blood done this to him?
A car approached from behind. He
ducked into the trees to watch it pass. But as it got closer, Edward lost
control. He leapt from his hiding spot and landed on the car's hood as it
traveled at full speed. The driver, a middle-aged woman who'd been talking on
her cell phone, swerved and hit the brakes.
Edward went flying into the road
like a piece of debris. The car came to a stop several feet from him as he
stood.
He snarled and hunched his
shoulders as he rose into a crouch.
The driver screamed. Her thoughts
were jumbled. She thought he was a werewolf, the stuff of local legend. She
thought of her daughter, sitting in the back seat.
Edward looked at the girl, nine or
ten, long dark hair and pale skin. Her brown eyes shined, as if she were about
to cry.
Edward stopped. He felt ... guilty.
That girl could have been Bella
only a few years ago.
It was the first time he’d ever
stopped himself in the midst of a hunt.
He ran back into the woods, leaving
the woman trembling as she searched the vehicle for her phone.
He would have to hunt elsewhere. It
was Sunday morning. He knew exactly where to go.
It was still early enough that the
church across from the cemetery remained empty. But the cemetery itself did
not. A single vehicle, a beat up Ford Ranger pickup truck, sat in the parking
lot. The gate was locked, but Edward tore it open without much effort.
He headed straight for the
maintenance shack.
"Well, if it idn't the dude in
the long black coat," Waylon the maintenance man said as he exited the
building. He hitched up his sagging pants, smiled, and waited for a response.
Edward said nothing. He remembered
he had wanted to kill this buttcrack Santa the first time he'd met him, but was
unable to because of the church crowd. He was disgusted by child molesters more
than he already was by the general depravity of man, and this guy's thoughts
were worse than most.
He paused and savored the moment.
He scanned his surroundings, made sure they were alone.
He picked Waylon up one-handed by
the throat, careful not to kill him. He did not want to forego the rare
pleasure of sinking his teeth into living flesh.
Waylon struggled. He kicked. He
pawed at Edward's face. He tried to scream, but couldn't get air into his
lungs.
Edward simply carried him back into
the shack and slammed the door with his foot. He dropped Waylon, who scrambled
backward until he could go no further, trapped against a workbench.
Edward bent over Waylon and pushed
his head to the side as the man tried to resist. He bit, hard, harder than he
was used to doing. Blood gushed. It ran faster than Edward could consume it,
pooling at his feet, circling toward an overflow drain in the center of the
room.
Edward tried to keep up. He sealed
his lips against his victim's neck. He closed his eyes and swallowed.
Minutes passed. Waylon's body
stopped moving. Its skin drained of color. It began to smell dead.
Edward released the corpse and took
in a deep breath.
He paused to consider what he had
done. He had no escape plan. He had nowhere to dispose of the body.
He was a fool.
He opened the door to look outside
and saw cars parked at the church. The pastor, he supposed, and his staff. The
public would begin arriving soon.
He couldn't carry the corpse
through town and into the woods, not now. He would have to find some other way
to dispose of it.
As he considered his options, he
realized he had made a terrible blunder. Bella was at home, unprotected. He did
not think the Volturi knew about her yet. But he couldn't be sure. The council
frequently recruited new members with untold powers of observation.
He grabbed a power saw from the
workbench and mutilated the corpse's neck to hide the bite mark.
Someone would soon discover the
body. There was nothing he could do about that now. He had to get to Bella.
He ran through town, faster than he
had ever run before. He reached the woods in mere minutes.
He approached the house carefully.
There was no activity. No talking. No thoughts that he could read. Maybe
Charlie was gone. To work. Or perhaps to church. Maybe Bella was alone. Maybe
she had gone with her father, though that seemed doubtful after their fight the
night before.
Wait. He paused. He sensed someone
nearby. Here. In the woods.
He tensed up and concentrated.
There. He heard someone, maybe a
hundred yards to his left. They were having a conversation. About him.
He approached slowly.
Oh no, he thought. They're here
already.
Before him stood a group of six
vampires, three males and three females. Among them was a monster nearly as
large as Felix.
One of the women, short with a
pixie haircut, spoke first.
"Hello, Edward," she
said. "We're here to help."
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A/N Shit, as they say, is about to get real. ;)
Thanks to everyone who followed, faved or reviewed. Heck, thanks even to
the people who clicked and read and didn’t leave any evidence behind. I really
do appreciate every person who reads this story. There are 200,000 other
Twifics out there for you to choose. I’m so glad you chose mine.
MazzyStarla, beta, wife, ubermom, deserves even more credit for this
chapter than normal. She saved me from going down an ugly, dead-end road I
didn’t know I had turned on to. So, if you like this even a little bit, it’s
because of her.
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