OK, here's part two in my poorly written story. I hope you like it…
Things were settled quickly. There wasn't much to discuss. There were no empty rooms in the house and I wasn't welcome, so I offered to stay somewhere else; somewhere on the vampire side of the boundary, of course. Simple rules were set out-none too hard to follow:
No contact with the Volturi
No eating humans-strictly animals. If I were to go through a weak faze, I would have to leave for a while. Maybe go up to Alaska…
I did not patronize the wolves. Carlisle had filled me in on the treaty, and I needed to visit them soon to get their approval on my living arrangements. Sense, however, I was not signed under the treaty, I was not prohibited from going onto the wolves land, but doing so was at my own risk. They could tear me to shreds.
I was to tell no humans about their existence. When they told me this rule, I wondered how thick they thought me to be. The answer, I found out, was very.
A few unspoken rules were shared between us, me silently agreeing. They were the following:
I did not flirt with Emmet, Jasper, Edward, or Carlisle. I almost started laughing when I saw how they were all 'together'. How did any one couple get any privacy with Alice seeing the future and Edward reading minds, anyway, I was not sure.
Even in moments of weakness, I was not to eat Bella. The fact that Edward had paired up with a human was a bit odd, but I understood that their wedding had been scheduled and that her date had been set. It was still a bit humorous.
No stopping by unexpected (not that it'd really be unexpected with Alice, but I got the idea). I was not a guest and I was not welcome. I did not belong anywhere near their house unless I had something important to share.
I was to live by these rules and that if I did have a moment of weakness, no matter what they proposed about Alaska, I would never be trusted in these parts again. I was not a good surprise and I made everyone anxious.
They rules were laid out for me, clear as day, on the vampire side. No problems there. I understood them all and did not intend to slip up, did not intend to give them any reason to mistrust me. And as soon as the rules were set and I had a distinct idea of where I would be looking for a house-a fair distance away from Bella, at Edward's insistence-I was on their porch again.
"Where are you off to first?" Carlisle asked me, simply being polite. Alice could see where I was headed, or-if she couldn't see-had a fair idea. And Edward could hear of my plans in my head. Yes, he was simply being polite.
"I'm going to see where I stand with the wolves." My voice was happy and peppy, yet at the same time mono and indifferent. My normal voice, mind you, seeing as my emotions were always hidden inside the walls of the Volturi.
Esme nodded and smiled motherly. She seemed to be warming up to me quicker than the others, as if seeing and understanding where I stood and deciding to be at peace with it. "Be careful," she cautioned, also in a motherly fashion. Yes, a mother. That was what she was to them.
I turned back toward my sleek car, relishing the idea of being on the road again, of feeling the speed. Yes, I was vulnerable, just like any other of my kind, to the wonders of speed.
"I will." It was hard to discern my words from the pouring rain and clapping thunder. A streak of lightening lit up the sky; the color bounced off my locks.
Everyone stood on the porch as I drove off; they were under the protection of the awning.
I had put the hood of my car up before I had gotten out when I had first arrived, sensing the rain. And I had been correct in the weather pattern, and was extremely happy about it. My car was my baby. No one and nothing hurt or damaged my baby.
My eyes narrowed as I caught their sent for the first time. It was a musky smell, and while the other vampires thought it unbearable, I relished the scent. It was homey and smelled of the earth. Yes, it was truly welcome. I followed the scent, knowing that in turn it would lead me to them. And, at that moment, they were exactly who I was looking for.
So my eyes un-narrowed and a smile graced my full, pink lips as I made a U-turn and headed in their direction, in the general direction of the Quileute Indian Reservation that was better known as La Push.