A/N: Sorry this took so long to get up here, guys. When Rosabelle goes on strike, she's hard to reason with. (AKA: I had writer's block.)
Chapter 5- Dreams, Phases, and Phone Calls
EPOV
I looked up from my book as a very ungraceful sounding thump-thump resonated from the staircase. A very tired and disheveled-looking Rosabelle clambered down the stairs, her hair messy and tangled.
"Good morning, Angel! Sleep well?" Esme called from the kitchen.
"Meh, not really. I had this really weird dream..." I felt my arms go rigid. I willed myself to not think anything and not feel anything. I didn't want to trigger any subconscious memories she may or may not have. Luckily for me, they obviously weren't conscious memories. "Oh well, just a dream, right?" Rosabelle said to no one in particular. My breath came out in a huff.
"Well, I've got breakfast going, it should be done in a few minutes. Perhaps that will wake you up." Esme called cheerily from the kitchen.
"Yeah, thanks Esme." She flopped down on the couch next to me. "So what are your plans for the day, Edward?" She took her right index finger and gently pushed the book I was no longer reading up so she could see the cover. Apparently, she wasn't interested and let it drop.
"I don't really have any. I thought I'd spend the day with Bella and take her home this evening. What about you?"
"Oh, darn. Well, there goes my day. Copycat." Sarcasm was heavy in her voice. She laughed a little and shrugged. "No plans."
"I wanted to ask you about last night." What about it? She answered. I remembered her transformation from vampire to wolf. Then I remembered one of the other wolves transformations. They were so different. The memory was tainted with confusion, both how and why in the same question.
My body is used to transformations. I'm changing all the time. My body doesn't fight it anymore, like theirs does. The wolves bodies are trying to keep them in their human form because it's their natural way of being, so they look like their exploding instead of melting.
"I see. That makes sense." The phone rang a sharp, metallic sound. I sprinted across the room to pick it up. It hadn't even finished it's first ring when I answered. A meek voice whispered from the receiver.
"Is Angel there?" I looked over to where Rosabelle was sitting, now laying, her feet on the couch where I had been sitting.
"Yeah, she's right here." I pointed the phone at Rosabelle. "For you."
"Me?" She sat up, a confused look on her face.
"Yep." I lowered the phone motioning for her to catch it. She opened her hands and gingerly caught it with a little grunt.
"Hello? Oh, hi. Okay, sure. Yeah, I know it. When? I'll meet you there. Bye." Rosabelle hung up the phone and looked at me. "I need your car." She held her hand out for the keys.
"Who was that?"
"Nobody but, I still need the car." I don't know what is was but something about the way Rosabelle said it made me suspicious.
"You don't get the keys until you tell me who it was." Suddenly, her eyes got dark. She had narrowed her lids and tipped her head down, casting a shadow on her face. She looked evil.
"Edward, I will hot wire your car and you won't like it."
"You wouldn't." I gasped.
"Wanna bet?" Her evil look didn't fade, she was serious.
"Fine." I held up my keys and she took them without another word.
Chapter 6- The Visitor's Visitor
RPOV
I shot out onto the highway, coaxing the car to its maximum speed, which wasn't very much, only about 110. I would've rather taken Alice's Porsche but it was far too, what was the word Edward used? Ostentatious? I slowed only slightly as I turned on the Seattle exit. I was planning to go straight through downtown to get where I wanted but I thought better of it and changed lanes. If I went through I'd have to stop at red lights. This way, I would skirt around the city and get there much faster. This idea pleased me and I slammed on the gas, the needle on the speedometer jamming itself farther to the right. Exactly 11 minutes and 42 seconds later, I flipped the car around into a parallel parking spot, the frame groaning. Man, Edward would kill me if he were here. I sat for a moment, just smiling and thinking. I giggled as I climbed out of the car. It was with these feeling of contentment that I yanked open the door to my favorite little coffee shop. A multitude of smells wafted out. Coffee mostly, obviously, but others as well. The smell of air conditioning, individual people's scents, dish soap, and the hot smell from about 30 different overheated machines. I stood for a moment, taking it all in. That was one thing I never got used to about this life, the sensory overload. Even here, where I was completely human, my senses were still heightened. I closed my eyes and let my nose lead the way. I found her rather quickly. Her distinct scent was traveling from the back corner. I opened my eyes and spotted her right away. She was wedged in the corner, dressed in all black. I weaved easily between the bustling humans to her table. I said nothing and neither did she; I looked down at the table, her fingertips were hard against the untouched cup of coffee in front of her. She kicked the chair across from her, sending it flying. I caught it just as it passed by me and sat down, she still hadn't looked up.
"Breathe, Kali, they're just humans." I slouched in the chair. She didn't reply, just snorted. "You know, the more suspicious you look, the more suspicious they'll get." She let out her breath with a huff. Her shoulders relaxed and she sat back in her chair, her icy blue eyes looking into mine for the first time.
"Sorry, I just hate crowds." Her voice was thick, there's no other way to describe it. Her voice was thick, like molasses on a cold day.
"I can see that. Now, what did you call me down here for?"
"They're getting closer. I'm not sure how much longer I can hold them off."
"Ugh. Honestly, I'm tempted to just let her come. See what becomes of them then." I felt an evil smile spread on my face. The thought truly amused me.
"You're far too reckless, Rosabelle." I kicked my feet up on the chair next to me.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious." Kali's shoulders relaxed more, she sat back a little. We fell back easily into our pattern of banter.
"You're welcome, Lieutenant Sarcasm. But that doesn't solve the problem, she's still coming. And I can't stop her." Always so dramatic.
"Please. Even if she does come for me, I've got protection."
"Are you sure about that? What if they bail? Huh? What are you gonna do then?"
"They'd never do that, you don't know them." Suddenly, a thought occurred to me. "Yeah... you don't know them... but would you like to?"
"What?" Her expression was bewildered.
"My friends, the Cullens, would you like to meet them?" My face transformed into that of a conniving, sinister person. The right side of my mouth twisted into a smile. "Come on, it'll be fun." Kali sighed.
"You're far too reckless, Rosabelle."
"Tell me something I don't know."
A/N: Ooh, I love new characters! By the way, Kali is pronounced Callie as in California, not Kayleigh.
