Chapter Three: Perplexed
CedPOV
And there he was, Harry Potter. "Hello, Harry," I told him, remembering what a grand time we'd had at Hogwarts with the former me, Cedric Diggory. Even though I had dreamed about killing him for my benefit… but that's another story.
Now would be an excellent time to explain to you how I became Cedward Calligory. When I was human and handsome enough, an evil wizard named Tom Marvolo Riddle killed me. AKA Lord Hackduvy! I was dead as a doornail, but everyone with any knowledge recognizes that if a vampire bites a human killed by the Avada Kedavra curse, they'll become a vampire within only six minutes, which is actually quite preferable alongside the customary three-day transformation. Carlisle told me as I transformed, "Stay completely still and don't do ANYTHING. They're going to bury you but I'll dig you back up." I believed this man for some odd reason. They did bury me, and I was dug back up by Carlisle. He kept his promise. For a while I stalked humans I had known, such as Cho Chang, and it became quite clear she had the hots for Harry, whose little sister is now the grounds for my existence.
I was quite jealous of this Jacob. His thoughts were… out of the ordinary and unwanted, in my eyes. Along with abhorrence I was also infuriated. That. Was. My. Bella. Not his Bella. What in insolent old evil annoying horrid cheeky sordid brainless bloody chap!
And to make matters worse, Bella was looking at him. With a look of admiration. And her striking cheeks were reddened with awkwardness for him.
I stood there, watching the other humans, trying not to focus on Bella or Jacob.
JacobPOV
I was pretty excited to meet Harry's little sister. He told me what she was like but I didn't know what she looked like, seeing as nobody had a picture. Facebook and MySpace were foreign concepts to her. Dumb Americans.
She stepped of the plane in a long pink dress. I knew who she was from the moment she stepped off. She looked like my godfather in the shape of his face, but her hair and eyes were brown. She was beautiful, like a pink beauty. Why couldn't she have just lived in London in the first place so I could know her earlier?
That's when I fell in love for the first time. So maybe it was puppy love, but it was some pretty strong stuff. I never believed in love at first sight, but now I did. I felt my face reddening with embarrassment; I wasn't used to being in love. So I used my gift that my mother had too, and made my face normal-shaded again. She walked over to us, following her new brother. She searched for us with her eyes, and she found Harry and smiled a happy smile. She came over to us and looked into each of our faces. I wanted to wink at her, but I was too embarrassed. A hot blonde came up and talking to Albie with a cooing, motherly voice. I think she was another of Bella's siblings.
"Hi, I'm Bella," she said with a sweet voice. It was pretty. My godfather smiled. "I'm Harry," he said, and pointed at Ginny – "This is Ginny, my wife," and he pointed at James – "This is James, my eldest son," he pointed at Albus, "This is Albus," and then Ginny's stomach, "Here's Lily, she's the youngest obviously, and then there's Jacob," he said, pointing to me with a sly smile. He was trying to hook me and Bella up! I couldn't complain when her face turned apple-red. She was just more beautiful.
Harry drove us all home that night to our house. I kept looking at Bella, but she looked at the brother that I thought was named Cedward again and again. He kept on looking at her, and when their eyes met, they shared a secret smile. I suddenly felt a rage inside me against this Cedward. Weren't they brother and sister? Or was the adoption fake and a big joke to the Cullens?
Anyway, as soon as we parked in the driveway, I hopped out and opened the trunk. I grabbed two duffel bags (my arms suddenly felt as if they were about to tear, these bags were so heavy), but the blonde girl came up to me and growled. "Give them to me, mutt," she said. Sheesh. What did Albie have that I didn't to make her so sweet to him? I grabbed a bag with Bella's initials on it (BIP, isn't that funny? RIP, BIP… nevermind…) and I took it into the house.
The house is nice. My godfather spent a lot of money on it, but money is an asset we don't have to worry about. He was given a lot of money from the Ministry of Magic after he killed Lord Hackduvy, but for some reason Ginny and him still work. Well, anyway, the house used to be Harry's and Bella's parents' house. Bella's only eight years younger than Harry, but he won't tell me how she came to be that much younger. He's only twenty-five (Ginny is twenty-four) but he hates the topic of age for some reason. Maybe he lied to me about his age and is really nineteen or something. Probably.
Well, anyway, they ameliorated the house. It has a Tudor front, and it's two stories with a wing for me above the garage. Ginny had Harry spend all kinds of money on sinks and marble countertops and a bidet in the bathroom, (though no one ever uses the bidet… though James once drank the water out of it for he thought he was supposed to) and leather furniture. It's a nice house here, and I think the Cullens were impressed when they walked in. "Is this a Wright house?" the wife of the family asked with real interest. I guessed her name from conversations in the car, Esme. Ginny shook her head. "It used to be Harry and Bella's parents' house," she answered.
We had dinner in the oven while we were gone, a huge turkey. Ginny had cast a quick spell on the oven to make the house not burn down while we were gone ("No telling the Cullens we're wizards and witches," she had said, wagging her finger at Albus and James before pinching their cheeks affectionately "Mum! I've got your cooties!", James had complained) and so dinner was done as we set the table.
At dinner, the Cedward bloke just talked with Harry. "So," he said, his food almost gone, though I hadn't seen fork go to mouth yet, "How exactly did your name get in the Goblet of Fire?" he asked Harry. I spewed my pumpkin juice out; how did this guy know about the Triwizard Tournament? He was a Muggle, after all! The blonde girl wiped the juice off her perfect chin while casting me a dirty look.
Harry changed the subject hastily. "After Cedric Diggory's death," he began awkwardly, saying the first thing that came to mind. Cedward looked up interestedly. "Cedric Diggory!" he said. "I've heard of him! Now, let's talk about poor Cedric…"
I shook my head. This guy must not be a Muggle after all.
After dinner and a boring conversation (with snippets from Ginny about how handsome Cedric was while he was alive to tease Harry), I went to my room above the garage. It's nice, with a tiny kitchen and a bathroom and a comfy bed. I brushed my teeth and took a quick shower, then went into my bedroom – and there was the dumb blonde girl sitting on my bed with a laptop.
"Can you shoo?" I asked her.
"This is my room now, dog," the blonde said. "Alright," I said. So then I morphed my face to look exactly like hers with my special power, and my hair long and blonde, and imitated her. "So I was looking at the pool," I said in a very American accent, "and there was a girl in it, so I jumped in to save her! But I couldn't reach her!" I morphed back to me. "Thus happens when you put a mirror at the bottom of a pool."
The blonde gave me an icicle-glare. "Heard that one from another dog like you," she said.
I left the room quickly when she added, "I had Emmett kill him."