I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. This story is merely my own twist on the plot created by Stephenie Meyer.
Chapter 1:
Bella's POV
I got home and listened to my phone messages. When I got to the third message, my heart froze. A velvet voice I knew only too well sang out of Charlie's answering machine.
"Bella dear, I'm going to be out hunting all night, so I won't be able to visit tonight. But I'll be over bright and early tomorrow; we have a surprise for you." He cackled his evil, yet still melodic laugh, and then the message was over. I hastily deleted the message before Charlie could come home and listen to it.
How could he leave a message like that?! I thought to myself. What if Charlie had come home before me? He could have figured out that the Cullens were more than mere humans, they were vampires. I sighed and rolled my eyes, Alice had probably tipped Edward off that I would get to the message before Charlie. Sometimes I had to thank God for her little 'gift'.
I ran up the stairs to put down my book bag and grab my very favorite cd. If I really wasn't going to be able to see my Edward until tomorrow I at least needed something of his with me. I carefully walked down the stairs into the living room, Edward certainly wouldn't be happy with me if he came back and I had managed to put myself in the emergency room, again. (Obviously he would be the first one to know because Carlisle would probably be taking care of me.) I smiled to myself as I put the disk into the CD player and the speakers softly played my personal lullaby.
I attempted to dance into the kitchen like Alice, without success, but at least this time I only ran into one wall and tripped a grand total of four times. I bustled around the kitchen preparing meatloaf for Charlie, who was due home any minute. It was my third time this week to attempt this recipe. I just couldn't seem to get the right blend of spices. (Then again the recipe had been given to me by Esme, the best vampire cook I've ever met.) Thankfully I'd had much more time than usual to work on my cooking now that I'd graduated and only had work and Edward to occupy my time. (Jacob, unfortunately, was still refusing to speak to me.)
I heard the door unlock and open, "Bella?" Charlie called.
"In the kitchen Dad. How's meatloaf sound for dinner tonight?"
Charlie gaped at me, "Again? Haven't we already had this three times this week?"
"Yes, but I can't get it to taste right, and it's really been bugging me."
Charlie chuckled and put his arm around my slightly tense shoulders.
"Bells, it already tastes amazing. You can't always achieve perfection." He laughed again and headed into the living room, to watch the game, I assumed. My music ended in the middle of a song I recognized as Esme's song, only to be replaced, moments later, with the sounds of a baseball game. Charlie was so predictable.
When I had finished preparing the meatloaf I put it in the oven and went upstairs to fins something to do. If I wasn't already used to randomly finding people in my room, I would have screamed when I opened my door. Instead I simply said, "Hey Alice! What are you doing here?"
She smiled, "Just stopped by to say hi."
"You know you can just come to the front door, you don't have a curfew like Edward does. You may come and go as you please."
"I know but I can't stay. I just came to bring you this." She held up a gorgeous midnight blue satin dress.