A/N: Okay! This is a little One-shot that I wrote while in U.S History about 'Romanticism', according to my teacher it's about nature and the way it 'sets the mood'. So I wrote this. This is my second attempt at writing something, at all. So REVIEW! :D
Summary: Bella is home alone while Edward is hunting. Edward isn't as controlled as he usually is.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nada, zilch, zippo, zero. Okay?
Thunder
"Are you sure your okay with me leaving you alone? I feel like I leave you alone too much." Charlie Swan, the Chief of Police in a little town in Washington, called Forks, was worrying about his daughter.
"Dad, its fine. I like being alone, it's comforting." Bella Swan, Charlie's daughter had just moved back in with him from Phoenix. She reassured him that she would be fine.
"Are you sure? I mean, I can call and tell them-"
"NO DAD!" Bella interrupted him, "You're the chief, damn it! You can't go and call them and say that you don't want to leave your daughter alone! I'm 17! I'll be fine! This is Forks, nothing ever happens," Bella had stomped her foot for effect, in the middle of her rant and Charlie sighed.
"Alright Bells, but call me if you need me, okay?"
"Yes, whatever, goodbye," Bella had practically thrown him out the door.
"Bye Bells!" Charlie called over his shoulder as he walked to the cruiser.
Bella watched from the doorway as Charlie backed out of the driveway and down the street. When he was out of sight, she closed and locked the door. In her haste to get Charlie out of the house, she hadn't thought about the storm that was coming in that night. She almost wished her dad did stay home. Feeling apprehensive about being alone while it thundered, she decided that doing the laundry was a good way to pass the time. Without her father, and her boyfriend, Edward Cullen around, she was feeling a little lonely, and even more freaked out.
Edward was on a hunting trip with his family, and had warned her to 'Be Safe', since she had a knack for putting herself in threatening situations.
Tonight, Bella couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. It was almost like a dark cloud that loomed over her head, waiting to strike. The clouds outside darkened, and rolled in lazily, ominously, creating an eerie feeling throughout the Swan residence.
Bella, had retreated to her bedroom, to rest, and read her favorite book, Wuthering Heights. But she still couldn't help but feel as though something bad was going to happen. The thunder rattled the house as Bella sunk back into her bed, her book forgotten, clutching a small stuffed lamb given to her by her beloved. The sky was dark and rainy, like it always is in Forks. But tonight, Bella thought it, an omen.
Home alone, and sufficiently freaked out, she continued to have the feeling that she was being watched. A soft thud sounded from downstairs, almost like a footstep.
"I hate thunder," Bella whimpered as the thunder cracked again. She had closed her eyes and said,
"I really, really hate-" she stopped, as she heard a creak from outside her door. Her eyes flew open as her bedroom door flew from its hinges, revealing her love, Edward, with blood red eyes.