Chapter 2: The Party
My "Mother" wouldn't stop nagging about little things that I do. She yelled at me for fidgeting, coughing, and even blushing.
"Trust me, 'Mom', if I could control my blushing, I would!" Blushing was what made me special. In fact, my special vampire power was to change the temperature of my skin. If someone would touch me when I didn't want to be touched or anything like that, my cheeks would turn crimson and my skin would get so hot that they had to take there hand off.
"It's un lady-like to do it!" she preached all the way up to the Mason's doorway. There house was the same style as the rest of them on the block; a quaint little cottage with two stories. The outside was made with a dark red brick. Mother knocked on the door. A woman with a jaded shawl pulled over her shoulders and a beautiful light pink gown opened the door.
"Good Evening, Elizabeth." Mother greeted the lady.
"Good Evening, Miss." I also greeted the lady, in a mock tone.
"Why hello there, Sarah. Good to see you again, Isabella." The lady, who I'm guessing is Edward's mom, smiled. "Oh, Isabella! You made cookies! That's so sweet." Mrs. Mason grabbed the plate of cookies from my hands. I curtsied, almost loosing my balance.
She led us to the backyard, where many guests lingered about. "Edward will be here in a couple minutes." Mrs. Mason exclaimed. I can't wait that long! "He's changing in his room upstairs and will be done shortly." Upstairs, perfect.
"Mrs. Mason, where's your bathroom?" I asked her in the sweetest, most innocent voice I could muster.
"Oh, it's inside, down the hall to your left." I walked inside and down the hall. Instead of turning left into the bathroom, I turn right and ran up the stairs. There was a door at the top that was slightly ajar. I could here Edward mumbling something.
"Pstt… Edward!" I whispered.
"Oh great, now I'm hearing things too! I need my Bella!" he screamed at himself.
Forgetting to knock, I ran into his room, finding him in only his underwear. Edward looked the same, but different. His abs weren't as distinct, but he was still muscular. He wasn't snowy-white anymore, but actually tanner then I was. He still had his lovely bronze hair, but his eyes were now an unmistakable hazel color instead of the sappy topaz that I loved. I pounced onto him, sending both of us flying onto his bed. He wrapped his arms around me, sending warmth through my body instead of chills.
"Edward, are we dead?" I asked. I'm positive I died, but It just seems too much like living.
"Bella, don't freak out when I tell you this, but we're in Chicago." He stiffened, awaiting my reaction.
"That much I know. It's weird isn't it? I thought that if Hell was on earth, then it would at least be Los Vegas. You know, sin city."
Edward laughed; his voice still beautiful and smooth, his laugh musical. "No, sweetie. This isn't Hell. If this was Hell, you wouldn't be here, hugging me, loving me. We're in Chicago, 1918. The year I got changed."
"Huh?" I was totally confused, and Edward noticed. He stroked my cheek, his touch sending my heart thrusting against my ribcage. He still had that effect on me. I wonder if I did too.
I moved to my knees, looking at him straight in the face, our eyes level. With my new-found dazzling skills, gazing into his eyes, Iletmy lips lingered right above his own. I took my hands and gently caressed his cheeks, twirling his hair in my fingers. I saw his eyes cloud over and I knew it was working. I quickly leaned my head against his heart. Just as I imagined, I heard it thumping very quickly.
"Hah! How does it feel?" I asked him. He shook out of his gaze and was speechless for a second.
"That felt amazing." He breathed. He walked over to his door and pushed it all the way shut. Then walked over to his bed and said. "Bella, I can't take it anymore!" He flipped me over, un-zippering my dress. "Oh great, not one of these!" he rolled his eyes as he unlaced my corset. "Rosalie used to walk around the house in one of these. It was very disturbing." I giggled, as he worked it off me. Once it was off, he captured me on his bed, his grasp almost like iron. He started making out with me, passionately, our bare skin touching. We only stopped to breathe once in a while, and then kiss again and again.
"Edward, what's taking you so… EDWARD ANTHONY MASON!" We broke apart to see the image of Edward's mother, looking like she was about ready to explode. "Get dressed, both of you!" she snarled. "Edward, we'll discuss this later. As for you, Miss Swan, I hope you know that I am going to report this to your mother!" She walked away as Edward helped me into my corset and dress. Then he grabbed on his army uniform that was covered in badges and metals.
"Wow, Edward. Who knew that you were so skilled in the military?" I gushed, sarcastically.
"Well, my lovely Isabella, all I really had to do was die. But you know, I've killed a lot of people, back in my day." He joked along with me.
"Not me! I'm a vegetarian, thank you." He laughed at my statement as we made our way down the stairs and outside to the party. Edward had his arm draped around my shoulders, and I had my arm around his waist. Anyone who saw us would be able to distinguish that we were a couple. As we walked across the backyard, I noticed many tables set up.
Edward ushered me to a table in the front, ignoring all the stares that he got from the guest. My mother was staring daggers at him, his mother was glaring him down, and, to top it all off, all the girls there were staring affectionately at him. He's MY personal Greek god! Not yours, mine! I felt myself getting more jealous by the second. I snuggled into him more every time I thought the girl was prettier then me. By the time we got to the table, I was closer to Edward then people are to their Siamese twin. Edward noticed and hugged me tighter, before pulling out a chair for me, sitting me down, and pushing me back in, before sitting down next to me.
Oh, if only Alice could see the look on Mrs. Mason's face, she would crack up for sure. I realized how much I missed my best friend. Before I died, Alice and I got in an immense fight about if Edward and I were going to die. It was so stupid, but I couldn't control my temper. As I thought about Alice, I flashed back to our fight.
"Alice, what is it?" I asked, noticing she was having a vision. She stared at the wall blankly. We were in the middle of tic-tack-toe (A/N—Sorry if I spelled that wrong) and it was here turn to go. Of course, Alice won the past 16 games (that's what you get for playing with a psychic), but you get bored of not being able to sleep when your boyfriend is out hunting and nothing's on TV. "Alice?" I was getting worried.
She gasped. "Bella…You're going to…die!" Pain splashed through her topaz eyes.
"Alice! I'm a vampire. It's kind of hard to do away with me now." I laughed, she must have forgotten.
"No Bella. I saw her…Victoria…killing you and Edward." Alice paced around franticly.
"Edward? Alice, are you sure? It's kind of hard for me to picture Edward getting beaten up by Victoria."
"Bella, believe me." She said, trying to sound calm. I tried as hard as I could to trust the words coming out of her mouth, but I couldn't quite comprehend them.
"Don't worry, Alice. I'm sure everything will be fine." I said. Everything had to be fine. It just had to.
"Everything won't be fine, Bella!" She screamed.
"Well, what am I supposed to do then?" I asked, yelling.
"How am I supposed to know?" She answered, sounding hurt.
"You are the psychic here Alice! What do I do?" I yelled harshly.
"God, Bella! I don't know!" She stormed off. I ran to Edward's and my room and took my frustration out on a innocent, fluffy pillow. I never spoke to Alice again.
"Bella?" Edward looked concerned, capturing me in his hazel eyes. I looked around and saw a plate full of chicken sitting in front of me.
"What is it?" I asked, seeing he had chicken on a plate in front of him too.
"Did you just have a flashback?" he questioned.
"Yeah, that's the second one today." I nodded.
"I've had some too! I think that every time we see or feel something that reminds us of something from our past life, then we flash back to it." His words made complete sense. He reached over and started cutting up my chicken for me.
"Hey! Edward, you know I could do that myself!" I whined.
"But Bella…" he moaned back
"Edward, don't you trust me with a knife?" I gazed up into his eyes, pouting.
"Maybe," He pondered. "Or maybe I just don't trust the knife with you."
After spending the whole time he cut up my chicken trying to think up a clever comeback, I gave up and dug into the delicious poultry. "mmm…" I sighed. I watched Edward stick a fork-full into his mouth. This was the first time I saw him actually ever "eat". I saw him drink blood, and choke down a small bite of pizza before, but I've never seen him actually eat food for his health.
He ate so perfectly, it was amazing that he was human. It is still hard for me to believe that he is in real. Realizing that I was staring at him, he did the one thing that I never though he would do. Blush.
I smiled so wide and brushed the side of his cheek, like he always did to me when I blushed. Edward being human is going to take a little bit of getting used to.
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