Disclaimer ;; I, unfortunately, do not own Twilight. It is property of the magnificent Stephenie Meyer. Title, (c) Kenny Chesney, Better As A Memory
Post Eclipse
BPOV
There was an audible bang as the door closed, that was unusual. Usually, living in a house full of vampires, you would know immediately they were home because someone would call out, but there was no call, and this was what had me concerned.
"Edward? Alice?" There was no response.
"Emmett?" Still no answer. Setting my well-used copy of Wuthering Heights down on the sofa beside me, I moved to the bedroom door.
"Edward?" I called again. It would be strange if they were back, they were supposed to be hunting. With one last look at Edward and I's bedroom, I made my way down the stairs.
"I told you these people were loaded, look at all this, and they're so predictable."
I froze, someone was actually stupid enough to break into the Cullen house.
"Come on, Boss, lets just search the place and get out of here, this place gives me the creeps."
I reached for the tiny cell phone in my pocket and dialed Charlie's number.
"Dad, come to Edward's house, now, and bring your gun." I hissed into the phone, clicking it shut, I ran to Carlisle's study, shutting the thick door behind me.
My heart was racing, maybe Alice would see something and they would race home. But I didn't hear a scream that would show they were home.
The first sound of footsteps reached my ears, they were coming upstairs! Information flashed through my mind, there were four rooms before the study, and at least two men, maybe Charlie or the Cullen's would get here before they reached the study. But my hope was dimming with every footstep that I heard. And then I heard it, the distant wail of the cruiser. Charlie!
"Hey Boss, I think a cop's coming…" One of the men called. My breath caught in my throat, what would their reaction be? The siren was very close by now, and then I could hear him at the door.
"Bells?!" I cringed, that would guarantee that they would know someone was home.
And then I heard gunfire. After that, everything happened in a blur, the sounds of footsteps, the door, then the cruiser speeding away. Charlie would have come to check on me before leaving…
"Bella?!" That was the last thing I heard before I collapsed.
A/N Ok, so this is my very first fan-fic, so please don't flame me. I know that it's not as long as some stories on here, but, once again, it's my first. I left a little foreshadowing in there, and also ended on a cliff. Comment, and I swear there shall be more soon!