Oh-oh...another weird idea slipped into my mind. I tried not to write it, I did! but in sneaked onto paper without me knowing it! This is a short chapter. A taste of the story I guess. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight characters. They belong to the great S.M.
Saturday
Edward was trying to ignore it. He really was. He had put his headphones on an hour ago and had hoped his classical music would camouflage the little heartbeat. It did. Only, the unnerved vampire could still feel the presence staring at him intently through the glass of his bedroom windows.
The fruity smell carried by Fork's wind didn't help. It was enticing and entirely abnormal for a housecat. He hadn't let himself succumb to it. Something about draining blood from a cat just didn't feel right; especially not when it had an owner. The dark blue collar around its neck was proof of that.
The vampire took his headphones off and sighed. He turned around and met the little creature's gaze.
"What do you want?" the soft musical voice questioned, a tad irritated. Of course, the small fluffy brown cat did not speak. It stayed in the nearest tree and blinked innocently. Its tail swished occasionally from side to side, like a lazy pendulum.
"You should leave. Leave or I'll eat you" Edward said before he turned his eyes back onto the page of a book he was reading. He didn't actually think the feline could hear him and he didn't really intend on devouring the animal. But if the cat didn't leave and the window somehow opened, the creature would find sharp teeth digging at its neck in no time. The smell was bad enough with the windows shut.
The vampire's sensitive ears picked up on a small sniff. He looked up to the creature again and frowned. He peered at the near distance and studied the little creature's face. It almost seemed like it was doubting his words. It almost seemed…skeptical. That was not possible.
Edward chased the silly though away and took on a good glare.
"Just go home" he told the feline.
As if on cue, the cat sniffed again…and it glared back. It actually glared. There were human expressions on that annoying fluff ball!
Someone knocked at his door and entered without a reply.
"Hey man! Who are you talking to?" Emmett, a tower of muscle, asked.
When he noticed the vampire-cat stare down, Emmett burst into laughter.
"Making friends with a pussycat?" he teased with a wide grin. Edward was not amused.
"It's been there for over an hour" he explained with a light growl. "It keeps staring at me and I've been swallowing venom all this time because, somehow, it smells like strawberries!"
Emmett didn't sympathize. He laughed wholeheartedly.
"Just chase it away."
"I can't. If I open that window to scare it, I'll kill it for sure. Its blood calls to me" Edward argued.
Emmett frowned. "So? It's just a cat. Eat it!"
"It's someone's cat" Edward pointed out.
His brother snickered. "You're such a softy."
Silence fell for a minute while the cheeky vampire studied the little ball of fur resting in the tree. Eventually, Emmett decided to ask a question that particularly annoyed the bronze-haired boy.
"Don't you think it's weird? It does smell good but not entirely appetizing to me. Do you think it's a singer?" He laughed at his own musing. "A cat can't be a signer" he said between chuckles.
Edward gritted his teeth and fought the unpleasant feeling in the pit of his stomach. He felt sick at the idea of a cat being a singer, his singer. He would have to speak with Carlisle about this. He'd be the least likely to laugh.
The vampire sighed. This was ridiculous. If only the cat didn't have that collar, things would end in a flash. He would have the nerves to drain the creature's veins. But, at last, someone was waiting for the return of their precious housecat. He couldn't bring himself to kill it. Emmett was right; he was soft.
"Lucky cat" he muttered under his breath, glaring at it once more.
The other Cullens were out hunting. A few minute before their return, the brown cat finally left its tree. It glanced one last time at the vampire it had been observing before jumping almost clumsily to the ground. It disappeared into the forest and Edward hoped to never see it again. Its smell was too tempting.
There was something else too, something in that creature's gaze…
An uncanny glint of intelligence.