Chapter 2
Bella and Alice quickly hurried up to the temporary settlement. With Bella's smile still attached to her face as if never to come away for a while, this scheme of catching a psychotic killer still cheerfully playing away in her head.
What or who would the killer be exactly? A vampire or maybe a shape shifter? It could only be one or the other. As far as Bella was concerned, that was the only thing able to take a vampire apart.
Bella decided as soon as she got the chance she'd escape, hard to do in a house full of vampires. But she was surely up for a challenge.
She stepped into what seemed like an aged, filthy and cramped shack like building on the outside to its total opposite on the inside. Despite it seeming quite modern on the inside, the floor and walls were not crammed with objects but were kept fairly simple. The floor was a polished wood floor that seemed as the planks had been placed down fairly recently, so despite the odd inaccuracy here and there in their layout barely any gaps appeared in-between them.
The walls were painted white; they were not straight, but crumbly, like the stone on the outside of the shack which appeared a dark grey colour. No personal possessions like paintings or photographs were hung on the walls accept for one giant painting of the Cullen family which hung right at the back of the main room.
The shack was split up into 5 rooms; all in which were extremely similar to the biggest, but at least held a few more personal possessions to whoever had claimed that room as their own.
It seemed as it any cleaning work down within was recent as the first scent that hit Bella was a powerful odour of bleach and countless of other cleaning utensils that would even make the strongest of men's eyes water at the strength of it all.
The strong wave of people talking came swiftly after the rush of the bleach scent all coming from the farthest wall every from the entrance in the main room, along with sudden silence upon the speakers realisation of her and Alice's presence.
A lanky man with bronze hair like the shiniest of coins ever seen shouted over to her.
"Hey Bella, glad you're back!"
"Hey Edward!" She responded cheerfully. The two of them hugged with Edward quickly kissing her on the cheek.
"Enjoyed your walk?" He asked
"Yeah it was quite inspiring." Bella replied, trying not to show any kind of tone in her voice which would reveal her plot.
"Good!" Edward smiled
Alice made her way to a blonde haired, restless and pale looking man who slightly smiled as soon as he realised she was walking towards him.
Bella seemed to be looking around for someone.
"Renesmee...Where's Renesmee?"
A much smaller girl compared to all the others walked in with short hair, much like Alice's hair but a browner colour and curlier. Her clothes suggested a tom-boyish personality, as there were very little feminine details to her choice of outfit with the only thing that could be classed as feminine was the black ribbon tied around her left arm like a bracelet.
She walked in cheerfully with an older, taller man who kept close to her, almost as if protecting her from some kind of danger that the others found invisible, that, or completely non-existent.
"Did that answer your question?" Edward laughed as he kissed Bella on the cheek one more and went to speak to Renesmee and her giant protector.
Edward leaving her to speak to their teenage daughter gave Bella the excuse to sink back into thought on a plan again. This time, what to do if she came across the killer. All depended on where she was really, what hiding places were there and if there was anything she could throw or kick at them, something razor-sharp, maybe even spiked, but definitely heavy so with enough force if she threw it it'd cut them easy all the way.
Bella grinned at this sickening image of her hacking away psychotically at this imaginary man that all her mind could come up with as a possible identity to the killer. It amused her at how strangely easy this image in her head seemed to be, it wasn't really set anywhere, a field under heavy cloud, there was nothing of the scenery that interested Bella, the noises didn't either.
But then her grin grew wider, her eyes staring into space delightfully at what hit her next in her sadistic daydream. Nothing a vampire had but it was present, the strong stench of blood that seemed to be pouring out of the male figure in her dream. More powerful than anything she'd smelt before in her vampire life, she barely noticed her mouth watering at this imaginary irresistible aroma taking over her thoughts.
It was her husband that made her snap back to reality by shaking her ever so gently out of it, which took her by surprise.
"Bella? Is anything wrong?" He asked his expression full of strong concern for her welfare.
"Yeah-yeah I'm fine" She quickly responded. She shook her head trying to clear herself of all thoughts going on.
"...Right." He said unconvinced completely by her shaking her head.
Bella needed to get out quick now, her thoughts had brought her into this danger of getting caught, and then she'd never be able to go because everyone would be watching her, that isn't what she wanted! She wanted to run off as fast as she could, she'd have to seem the sea first of course, and then as soon as she got to the surface she'd have to rob a clothes shop, nothing fancy, a casual one will do. Then maybe try out looking close around the forests, they'd be a good hiding place for a killer, she'd seen all of it before in them many movies she watched and watched again when she was human.
Where the cop or whoever was hunting him down knew exactly where the killer was hiding somehow just by pinning a few notes on a giant board and from all the suspects they listened to with all their lies, debts to others or affairs that they thought would never build up to killer.
Bella smiled, she'd be just like them super cops. Knowing everything? That'd make everything go according to plan!
Crash!
Renesmee was on the main room floor withering in pain, screaming out for everyone else to gather as she'd quite carelessly sprinted into the rather sharp edges of coffee table that faced nothing in the room, it was not being used for purpose, but as decoration, and she had sliced a fairly large cut in her leg. Though despite the little seriousness this cut actually had she still threw her arms around asking for everyone to come help the "Badly Injured" leg.
And as usual everyone rushed up in their lack of enthusiasm to assist her, even Edward who's uncertainty stayed towards Bella for a while, then he followed everyone else to help the over-reacting child and her leg.
This may have just given Bella enough time to get out.
She got up silently looking around to see if anyone was looking at her, when she was sure they wasn't, she headed into another room, looking around for a suitable exit she hesitated, to her right there was nothing, there was nothing to her right either. It was only when she looked behind her did she noticed the cool, murky and aged Window in which its curtains looked just like an old horses mane swirling when a gust of breeze went through.
Bella pushed it open quietly, preventing it from creaking like most old objects do and carefully crawled through, constantly checking if anyone turned to look in her direction.
Renesmee's a better actor than what I used to be She thought as she hit the floor noiselessly and made her speedy journey down to the sea in which she picked up speed to help with the force in the water as she attempted to plunge herself in deeper.
In about half a minute or so Bella was nowhere to be seen as she'd completely gone underwater.
About 2 minutes later afterwards did only Edward and the rest realise Bella's dissapearence.
