When he got downstairs, Edward quickly and quietly scanned the direct area for the scent. But he couldn't find it again and was forced to leave the bouse and leave Bella to find it again. He walked out of her front door and crept around her garage until he was near the woods. There! He had it! He could smell the intruder right at the mouth of the trail in the woods, as for eharing his or her thoughts, in his her head the Second Sonata of Beethoven was being deconstructed and notes being translated for a mandolin.
But Edward was left in indecision. 'Should I attack and risk the person getting to Bella,' he thought, 'Or should I take her to my house and make a plan? Of course they might be able to get away by then...' But Edward's desicion was made for him when the intruder suddenly sprung from the woods and jumped on him. His surprise was the only reason she ever got a hand on him, so he picked her up and threw her back in the woods as hard as he could, to get things out of the open and also to make it hurt just a little.
"Edward what are you doing? It's only been a few years and that's the kind of hello you give me," the sweet, melodic voice of Tanya. Edward's jaw dropped.
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Bella was extremely nervous. An unknown, potentially dangerous vampire was stalking her house and Edward was out there. She was gasping with the effort of not crying. He could get hurt, he could get killed. And here she was, sitting on her bed, clothesrumpled, absolutely useless. Suddenly she heard a loud crash and creaking, like of a tree. That was a vampire body getting thrown against a gigantic tree in the woods outside her backyard, she was positive of it. She hoped it wasn't Edward's vampire body. But then, there was nothing. Silence.
The opressiveness of it made Bella want to scream that she was being suffocated but of course she couldn't breathe enough to do so. She got up from her bed and went to her window, craning her head out as if to see more than just the huge tree in front of it. And then she heard it. A high-pitched, sweet, musical laugh. It was so perfect it had to belong to a vampire.