Wow, I feel like a failure. It's really short (even by my standards); sorry to dissapoint.
Well, don't hate me too much. We'll say that's it's just a filler, of sorts. I hope to have more up soon!
I felt tears trickle down my face, finding their way through Emmett's fingers. Outside, I could hear the muffled cries of Esme and Carlisle trying to reason Edward into putting his clothes back on. Suddenly, I giggled in hysteria at the whole bizarre situation. How could a mountain lion get into someone's meth? Is there some sort of maniac addict living in the woods? Here we go; back to fear again. Poor Jasper must be on a rollercoaster. Emmett's grip loosened on me, and I peeled his hand off of my face and ran up the stairs, tripping all the while. Just before my face met with the top step, I felt cool iron bands wrap gently around me as I turned and cried into Carlisle's shoulder.
"We heard you from outside," he murmured into my ear. "He'll be fine, you know. Rosalie's taking him hunting as we speak; we just have to flush it out of his system." I nodded my understanding as he helped me to my feet. He looked at me with concern in his eyes, before nodding at me and retreating down the stairs.
As I made my way into Edward's room, I heard soft arguing on the stairs. Emmett was trying to convince Alice to let her see me; she must have been on guard for the landing below.
"Bella! I really am sorry! I didn't know about the panther, okay?" Emmett called through the door. He broke through the hinges and burst into the room, casting his gaze to the kaput door with a grimace, before turning his attention to me again.
"It's fine," I lied, knowing that he would see through it. Thankfully, Alice showed up behind him, reeling the burly man out and laying the door against the frame in the process.
Once his bear of a brother was out of the way, Jasper stepped into the room, soothing me simultaneously. "Alice says that he'll be back in about half an hour, and to be prepared for his heavy mortification."
"Thanks, Jasper," I mumbled, to overwhelmed to express my full gratitude for his wife. While with me, he explained that Emmett had always envied humans for their inept immunity to drugs, as he had never had the chance to experience what was sure to be a "glorious high" when he was human. "He always tells us that the highest he's ever gone was the first time he laid his new, unadulterated eyes on Rosalie. Of course, she walks into the room as he's saying this, and they always disappear for a while afterwards…" he said with a screwed up face. I giggled. "The rest of them are just surprised that he knows what 'unadulterated' means," he chuckled. "At least Edward can get away from it. Alice has no such sympathy for me what-so-ever, and keeps me here, to help perfect her Spanish." I unsure as to why Alice would want to learn Spanish, but decided against asking; I had realized that I was feeling much better.
Alice appeared once again, and told Jasper that his presence was requested in the living room. Before she left, the pixie turned to me. "He'll be home in a few minutes. Carlisle tells me that the effects wear off quickly, and that meth usually leaves our kind with a momentary depression, so, go easy on him, and try not to bring this up for a day or two."
"I wasn't planning on it," I told her.
"You were pretty shaken. Just, don't worry. And, try to comfort him: he's going to need it.
"Okay. Thanks, Alice."
"No problem, kiddo. Just forty-three more seconds. Prepare!" I laughed at her use of kiddo.
"Alrighty, oldster." She stuck her tongue out and left.
Moments later, Edward leapt in through the open window with a sorrowfully apologetic look gracing his features.
Not too bad, is it? Only 641 words, so... I'll try to be quick about updating.
Oh, I forgot to say - likely hood of developing into a story: very-much-most-likely. I'll probably have the new title posted in the next chapter (or not), so keep on the look out!
Twits is going very slowly, but it is coming; please be patient!
