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Hey guys! You were so good that I decided to post my next chapter early, so here it is! Chappy two! Exciting. Oh yeah, disclaimer. Clears throat

I do not own twilight or any of the characters in it. So no one has ANY REASON to sue me. All of the characters belong to stephenie Meyer. So, enjoy!!

Last chapter

"Aww, come on Bells, it won't be that bad. And if it is, I will kick bens butt for you personally" Mike said, swinging his arm over my shoulders as if I wanted the support.

"Whatever" Bella mumbled, shooting an apologetic glance at Jessica. She smiled at her to show she was forgiven. After a while I asked,

"So.. What's my dare?"

BPOV

Ben thought about this for a while, contemplating all of the different ways to torture me. But, as I said before, this neighborhood wasn't very creative and Ben was no exception.

"I dare you to go up to the house"

Oh great. This will be so good. I said as I rolled my eyes. Ben saw this.

"Wait! I'm not finished yet!" He said hastily, "You have to go inside the house too."

My stomach flipped. I was probably one of the least suspicious people in the neighborhood, but I knew something was up with that house. A blind person could see that.

"No way. Give me something else," I begged.

"No. Not a chance." Ben gave me a wide smirk.

"Don't worry Bells. We'll be right behind you. No worries." Mike looked at me reassuringly, but my confidence quickly died as Jessica gave me a glare that said: I hope something does happen to you in that house.

I shuddered and gave Mike a quaky smile in return.

"Alright, lets do this." I said, trying to put on a brave front as I stood, turned, and walked seemingly slowly, but at the same time much to fast down the street.

With every step, the grey house got bigger and bigger until I found myself at the front door.
"It's okay Bella! We're right here!" I heard Mike yell, and I glanced back to see him standing in the street, a good three feet farther away than the others. Yeah right Mike. Whatever. I snorted turning around again.

"Guys, it's going to be fine. It's just a creepy old house that every superstitious old granny out there told us stories about. No one has been in here for at least 90 years."

As far as we know. I thought, suddenly wondering exactly what waited for me behind this door. I shuddered as the wind shrieked through the house, tearing at my hair. Shivering, I gave the door a timid knock. A loud Creak was the only answer I got. Might as well get this over with. I thought. I turned the handle, and stepped in.

(I thought about ending the chapter here, but that would be mean and cruel, so I decided against it. Don't you love me?)

Inside the house was still beautiful, even though you could clearly see it was abandoned. And possibly haunted. My mind reminded me. I put that aside.

In the front hallway was a grand staircase, where many large, broken paintings were hung, many lopsided, some, on the floor. I walked up to the nearest one. In it, were seven beautiful people.

Three girls, and four guys. I gawked. They were too beautiful. The blonde girl near the center of the portrait was clearly the most beautiful, while the blonde man at the back of the family was easily the most handsome. But otherwise it was a close call. At the top were two people, the blonde man and next to him was a brunette with curly hair. Below them, where three others. The blonde girl in the middle, and on either side there was a boy. On her right, there was a very muscular boy who had a haughty grin on his face. On her left, there was a strikingly handsome boy with tousled bronze hair and a grin that reached all the way to his eyes. At the bottom were both a girl and a boy. The girl had pixie-like hair that was as black as night, while the boy had smooth blonde hair, strikingly similar to the blonde girls. In the background was a large garden, filled with flowers and trees and a small pond.

After I was finished examining the painting, I looked to either side of me. On one side there was a doorway, leading to what looked like a parlor room, while on the other side there was a doorway that looked like it led to a dining room. I took the dining room side. As I walked in to the dining room, I noticed 3 things. 1. The table was set with china that looked dusty, but not broken. 2. NOTHING seemed broken in this room. 3. There was a goblet at the end of the table and there was an unmistakable smell coming from it. The smell of blood. I turned and ran. I didn't even notice I missed the door and headed to the parlor. There I felt more relaxed. Okay, so it was a little impossible to be relaxed in a 100-year-old mansion where you just found a cup of blood, but I could try, right??

I sat down on a bench and leaned back; only to sit right back up when I heard the soft tinkling of piano keys where I had laid back. How had I not noticed the piano standing in the middle of the room?! I must be going blind. I turned around and ran my fingers over the perfectly smooth keys, marveling at the softness of the ivory. I played piano, not well, but I did. So I played a quick scale, surprised that the piano still worked, then I flowed into one of my favorite pieces, letting the music take control. That is, until I heard the floor creak behind me.

I quickly whirled around, to see a boy, about my age standing in the doorway, glaring at me. The first thing I noticed were his eyes, they were blood red. I heard myself take a sharp inhale as I inspected him. He hadn't changed a bit from the time he was painted in the picture hanging from the wall in the entryway. With his tousled bronze hair and perfect features, he couldn't be anyone else. The only thing missing from his face was the grin, but there was no sign of friendliness or even shock on his face, just cold hatred.
"Get out. Now." He said in a perfect voice that was as smooth as the softest silk, but as cold as ice. His tone left no reason for questions. His message was clear. And in that moment, I knew that if I took one wrong step, I would be dead.

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