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Sunday

"No. Don't tell me it's…No! I refuse this!"

Edward had been in his room reading quietly again. It was early evening and he'd hope for undisturbed peace. But there it was again, that brown fluffy meal. He couldn't smell the creature this time since the wind had taken an opposite direction but he could see and hear it. It was prancing its clumsy way towards him.

"What does it want?" the vampire questioned with mild irritation. He didn't want the temptation nearby. He also didn't want another repeat of yesterday. God forbade Emmett should ever shut his trap so the idiot had told the family about his new friend. Everyone had laughed. Everyone.

Edward got up from his couch and marched down the stairs and out of the house. He wasn't going to suffer the creature's obsessive curiosity again.

"I'm going for a hunt" he said crossly and counted on his family's sharp hearing to capture his words.

Edward came back after a few hours. He was pleasantly satiated. He felt good and optimistic. Surely, the cat would be gone. It wouldn't have stayed that long.

When the vampire entered his room again, rage and venom flooded him. The cat was gone, yes. However, something more terrible than its distant nuisance was present. The smell of strawberries invaded his room.

"Oh-oh…" Edward heard from the first floor. It was an "oh-oh" full of guilt. His eyes focused on the floor as if he could somehow see through it and glower at his sister.

"Alice?" he growled threateningly. "What did you do?"

Silence met him.

In a flash, he carried himself to the living room where he attempted to murder the pixie with his glare.

"Alice!" he growled. Jasper stepped in and the furious vampire felt himself calm down against his will.

"Drop the glare" the blond vampire demanded, moving in front of his mate and taking a protective stance.

Edward took a deep breath and released his rage. His good mood, however, didn't return.

"Drop the alphabet, Alice. What did you do?" he asked in a more reasonable tone.

The pixie looked to the floor and closed her eyes. Reluctantly, she stopped her mental singing of the ABCs and let the memories of her mistake flood her mind.

Edward picked up on the image of the little cat. Alice was in his room, speaking to it from a minimal distance, the window opened. The animal was on the windowsill and didn't seem scared at all. It should have been. Vampires inspired fear in any living creature with proper instincts. Edward would have said it was retarded but that didn't seem quite true. Even through Alice's eyes he could see the intelligence in the feline's gaze.

He watched his sister beckon the cat over and repeatedly comment on its cuteness. The animal considered the invitation before it jumped into the room. It dodged the pixie's open arms and aimed for the couch instead. For a short while, the cat rubbed itself against the fabric. Finally, it curled into a sleepy ball.

Alice watched it breathe peacefully and, after a moment, tried to pat its head. The animal sensed the gesture and jumped from the couch and out the window before she could try again. The memory ended there.

"You let it in despite was Emmett told you yesterday?" Edward said in angered disbelief. "You knew the smell would kill me!"

Alice cringed. "I'm so sorry. I just…I couldn't resist. It's the first time an animal got so close and it was just so adorable! You have to admit it is!"

Edward closed his eyes and tried very hard not to growl again. Alice was a pain sometimes. "Do not go in my room again, Alice, and do not let the cat in the house" he said. "Now go clean my couch or dispose of it" the vampire demanded. "I can't live with the smell."

Monday

Edward was feeling particularly irritable and the others knew it. He'd caught Alice thinking he was man-PSM'ing.

He had every right to feel grouchy. The couch was gone but his room had smelled for hours after the incident and now he was faced with the source of his misery again. The brown cat was outside his window. Worse, it no longer contented itself in staying in the tree. It was waiting at the windowsill as if Alice's past invitation had made it officially okay for it to be so close. And he could smell it. Venom was saturating his mouth and he felt like he was constantly drinking it.

Edward could no longer stand it. Torture wasn't bearable that long. He marched to the window and hit the glass, intent on scaring the feline away for good. The cat did jump in fright when his knuckles hit the glass but it didn't disappear. It fled to the tree it had initially lingered in.

The distraught vampire watched the creature with a good amount of hatred.

"At this point, I deserve to eat you" he jeered.

The little fluff ball blinked uncaringly and resumed its stalking activities with a watchful gaze.

With tripled resolve, Edward began planning the execution of his strawberry scented nuisance. His quick mind found a simple solution but he needed help. Hopefully, a merciful family member would provide it.

Esme had agreed to help Edward. After all, there was no harm in what he was asking her to do and she was always ready to give a hand. That is how she found herself climbing the tree inhabited by the watchful feline. Slowly, she reached the kitten's branch. Ever the odd one, the cat did not react to her presence. It yawned and even let the vampire pet it when Esme carefully extended her hand.

"It really isn't scared, is it?" Esme mused with awe. She scratched behind the soft ears and a light purr resounded in the tree. "It's absolutely adorable."

Edward didn't acquiesce. He kept his thoughts to himself, watching the odd interaction from his room. Yes, now that he took the time to really study it, the fur ball was, in a twisted way, an adorable little thing. A cute clumsy creature made for cuddles. Its divine chocolaty pelt inspired perverse desires to touch it and feel the softness, even from his distance. He would not admit to any of it out loud as he did not want to discuss the cat's qualities. He wished it gone before it drove him mad.

"Does it have a phone number? An address?" Edward questioned anxiously. The vampire hoped with all his might that the animal's collar came with contact information leading to its irresponsible owner. If it did, he would call them and share a piece of his mind. If they didn't keep the cat away afterwards, he would throw a tantrum beyond Rosalie's imagination.

He watched Esme flip the metal tag dangling from the collar. From the distance, his sharp eyes read five small letters: Bella. There was nothing else. The vampire's golden irises darkened to black and a low growl erupted from his chest. A name; that's all the owner had the decency to write! It was utterly useless information. Sure, knowing the animal's name made it easier to call it over, but what use did it give him in returning it to God-knew-where it belonged?

"Calm down, Edward. If little Bella here is making you this uncomfortable, let's just bring her to the nearest pound. They'll know what to do with her" Esme said as she scooped the cat up into her arms.

"Yes, let's" the irritable vampire agreed. Plan B it was, then.

He let Esme carry the fluffy kitten to the garage. He noticed it was struggling against her, trying to wiggle its way out of her strong hold. Edward found its behavior peculiar. Perhaps it simply didn't like being held. However, the attentive vampire couldn't help but think it had truly began its struggle after hearing the word "pound".

Edward didn't think about it more. He moved to the living room where he could continue supervising the kitty elimination plan. He thanked Esme for handling the devastating fur ball in his stead and watched her leave with the distressed feline in Carlisle's pristine vehicle. The vampire doctor was sure to find ripped leather on the seats when he saw his ride again.

Edward clenched his jaw nervously when he noticed the cat in the back window. As Esme drove away and the distance grew, it stared at him, its beady eyes never leaving him. The vampire stared back with a certain ache he could not comprehend well. Even Jasper would have found the emotion peculiar. Something in the cat's gaze was troubling him. There was distress. There was also sadness, or perhaps disappointment, which really didn't fit in the range of normal kitten emotions.

"Sorry" he found himself whispering as he struggled to understand the unjustified guilt he suddenly felt. The car quickly disappeared in the forest along with the source of his troubles. He willed his negative emotions away and returned to his room.

"Forget it. It's over. Time for peace again" he told himself, feeling the need for a little self-cheering up.

That night, Edward was glad vampires didn't sleep. It meant he couldn't dream of those miserable hazelnut eyes staring at him in the distance.

Thursday

The bronze-haired vampire had been just about to admit certain things to himself when his nose caught a familiar scent. He'd been about to admit he had found "Bella", as his family had taken to calling it, rather endearing and that he perhaps missed just a tiny bit the little wet nose outside his window. He had been about to admit he worried over the chocolate fluff and that he hoped it had found its owner. But thank God he hadn't because the fur ball was right there, in the woods again and all he could think about was how much he wanted to send it flying far away into the ocean.

The clumsy kitten was making its way towards his windowsill with a determined look. That's as close as he came to describing the bizarre expression it wore. Edward covered his face with his hand and groaned. What had he done to deserve this stubborn furry stalker?

"How in Hell did you find yourself here, again?" the vampire spoke. He watched, disheartened, as the strawberry-scented feline jumped to his outside windowsill and sat there facing him.

Inevitably, the tempting smell wafted over to him and he cringed as the monster in him wrestled to life. Though Edward was surprised by how easier it had become to suppress his thirst around his living bag of heroine. Perhaps exposure to the bouquet made it less tempting?

Who was he kidding? The cat needed to go. Now! If the pound couldn't handle it, then he would ship it far away to Africa.

Edward was just about to call Esme away from her staged grocery shopping to let her handle the kitten when something caught his attention. His index finger froze over the "talk" button of his cellphone and he studied the source of his new-found curiosity.

There was a piece of paper tied to the creature's collar.

For a good minute, which was considerably long for his quick vampire mind, Edward debated whether to snatch the paper himself or not. There was no one home to do it for him. The cat seemed to visit at the most quiet moments. But he was too intrigued to wait and his self-control had improved, had it not? He just needed to keep from breathing when he opened that window.

'You're a fool' the voice of reason said at the back of his mind. 'A curious fool!'

"Curiosity killed the cat" Edward murmured as he carefully approached his window.

How true his words could be.

Slowly, inch by inch, he opened one of his long double door windows, careful not to breathe and careful not to frighten the creature with sudden motions. Funny how scaring it away had been the only thing on his mind not very long ago.

The cat seemed to predict his intentions as it immediately unglued its button nose from the glass that would be slipping away. It mewed once and Edward caught the gentle hue of happiness in the shine of its eyes. The sight filled him with a hint of serenity which he felt silly for.

The cat was not foolish enough to try sneaking in. Edward figured it sensed it was unwelcomed in his room. He was glad.

"Come here, fur ball. Let's see what's around your neck" Edward said as he stretched his hand to reach the little collar. He kept his nose further away as possible and anyone witnessing the scene would have scratched elegance from their list of vampire attributes.

The cat gave a subtle hiss and it glared at Edward again, irritation mixing to the happiness he'd captured a second ago.

"What? I'm not your owner. Go find them if you want your name used, Fur Ball" the vampire said, feeling childish afterwards. He hadn't felt so unrefined in many, many years.

The cat sniffed unhappily and looked away in a pouting gesture. Edward shook his head in mild disbelief. He would have called the kitten an oddity of Nature if he had any breath left to speak. It was eerie how human it could look.

The vampire finally took the note and quickly shut the window before the cat could try anything funny. He didn't want to get rid of his new couch like Alice had the old one. In the safety of his room, Edward studied the paper he'd acquired while making sure he didn't breathe just yet. He would have to air out his room when the feline was gone.

Edward notice a black script on the white material and his curiosity urged him to read it. So he did, all the while feeling the watchful gaze of the feline.

Robber of my attention, It read.

Please return what is mine,

Or accept that I should share my mind,

Now, tomorrow and after time.

Edward blinked and scanned the words again to make sure his eyes weren't tricking him. The note did not contain expected material. The poem was not expected at all.

What in the name of blood was he suppose to think?!