A.N. Heya everyone. Someone asked me to write another chapter and I did, but seriously if I don't get some more hits and stuff I won't write anymore. (Sad face)
Disclaimer = I don't own any Twilight stuff, only Stephenie Meyer does. (Sigh dramatically) I love her for her writing but I hate her because she's made me fall in love with a fictional character. Being single doesn't help either. Oh if only Edward was mine, I'm so much better for him than (Spitting name in disgust) Bella.
"It was just the room, and that evil witch, with her stupid pet name" I said in answer to his question. Then I shuddered. Edward pulled over before I had time to react, he shifted into my favourite shape and the air around him shimmered. The little black cat, curled up on my knee. He shut his eyes and I could feel him gently probing my thoughts for the memory of that dark, little room. I let him, I was used to it. I slowly closed my eyes and I found myself drawing little circles along his back. I quickly stopped as I knew that touching him, distracted him, but instead he arched his back and murmured "Keep doing that, it helps." I was surprised that he'd spoken in cat form. He tried not to because it sort of freaked me out having Edward's voice come out of a cat's mouth. I didn't mind the rest of it though, well, minus the hairballs and stuff. Like I said it was infinitely cool going out with a ShapeShifter, I got to travel through the town on wolf-back or tiger-back, run with a cheetah, and even fly with a giant golden eagle. I could feel myself drifting towards sleep; it was soothing having a heavy bundle of fur on my knee.
I was on the verge of unconsciousness when there was a knock on the window; I woke with a start, and came face to face with a police officer. I quickly opened the door and climbed out with a yawn. Then I started to panic, Edward had disappeared.
"Why are you parked on the hard shoulder of a motorway?" The police officer barked.
"Am I?" I asked innocently. I had to act. I had to pretend I didn't know where I was. "My boyfriend was driving me home to Newcastle," I snorted to myself. Newcastle? I started to calm down as I felt Edward approaching, not at human pace either. "Where are we?" I asked, my voice breaking at exactly the right place, I had many memories that I drew on to make me cry and I picked the best one or the worst depending on how you looked at it. "What's going on?" I sobbed. "Sam" I started shouting. I didn't want them to know our names. "Where are you?"
"Calm down" the policeman was saying to me. "What's your name?" I could feel Edward getting closer, I was almost certain he was going to appear as a jaguar. What's wrong with restarting the rumours about the Horror of Hartlepool?
"What's your name?" The man repeated, and then he screamed.
Edward shot out of a nearby bush like a bullet. He ran straight at the policeman and then crouched down in front of me. He slowly started circling me and then gave me a quick wink before springing. He knocked me over gently and then quickly licked my face from top to bottom. I refrained from laughing with difficulty. I glanced over Edward's shoulder and saw the policeman approaching, taser in hand. I looked back at the love of my life and saw the apology in his eyes. The officer fired just as Edward sprang out of the way. The taser prongs hit me with a great force but it was nothing to what came next. 200 volts of electricity shot through my body, only enough to stun, but rather painful. I didn't even have time to shriek. My back arched in reflex. I could see Edward crouched underneath his mum's Ford, indecision in his eyes. I stared into them, willing him to make the right decision, though my sight was blurry. It reminded me of my time in that room. Being hurt and healed over and over. The knowledge that every noise I made hurt the one I loved was what stopped me from screaming. It was the same now. If I even whimpered Edward would shift back to help me and then what? So I lay there and didn't make a noise. When I had collected my wits, I winked, that was the signal. As Edward sprung again, I slowly closed my eyes and in my head I started to sing the song I wrote for Edward when I was locked up. Within a few seconds I was humming and then I started to sing it out loud, I added another verse about rippling muscles, snarls and raised fur that I could hear and feel in the background, mixed with the policeman's screams. I sang louder to block out the noises. Then Edward was singing it with me, he lifted me gently and sat me in the back of the car on his knee. He came in with the supporting bass notes in the chorus and drew out the long, last note.
I hope this has cleared up the plot a tiny bit but if you still don't understand it then all will be explained later. Tell your friends about me please. (If you liked it)
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April