Chapter 4
I was walking over to Primark first. Apparently it was cheap and had a lot of good clothes. I was mainly looking for sexy clothes. Ones that were the exact opposite of my old ones. I grabbed a few pairs of black skinny jeans, some black leather trousers, a black leather jacket, some tank tops, a few bikini's which I doubt would be used very often and a pair of ankle and knee high boots. I grabbed a few other things too, like more colourful clothing but not many other items. I then headed into Claire's and bought a skull and crossbones bag, it was black and hot pink, and it hung off my shoulder. It was just the right size to put my school shit in. I grabbed a few necklaces and earrings. Most likely they would rarely be worn, but hey who cares? I wanted to buy some makeup and I could remember all of what Alice taught me about putting it on. I only needed the basics so I ran into boots, grabbed black eyeliner and mascara, smoky purple eyeshadow and cherry red lip gloss. Eventually I got thirsty so I headed into weatherspoons pub and ordered a beer with my new fake I.D I got off a guy called Jason Jenks before I left Forks. I finished the beer and got some books from waterstones before heading back to my car. I was going to have lunch but decided I'd wait for when I was actually hungry. I was about to drive off when I remembered I'd forgotten to get some fags. I quickly hopped out and went to the closest newsagents, they gave me a pack without even asking for I.D. I was leaving and walking back to my car when a red head bumped into me.
"Mind where your going, slut." Oh no she didn't. I put my fags in my pocket and since my bags were already in the car I wasn't worried about someone robbing my shit.
"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to skank." Her eyes narrowed to slits but I caught the surprise on her face. I'm guessing not many people spoke like that to her.
"If you're looking to get your ass kicked then carry on." I smirked. Maybe a fight would help to get my mind off Cullen. Couldn't hurt to try.
"You know what I think I will. But you see the only person who's ass is gonna be kicked is yours. Right after I break that fake ass nose of yours. Seriously I didn't know British went for the doll look." Her eyes blazed and she threw a punch at me. Hanging out with vampires had its advantages, I was used to quicker fights, now human ones looked really slow. I grabbed her fist and twisted it behind her back before shoving her forward. She landed straight on her face and I rolled her over grabbing her hair and yanking it down to the floor.
"Ever mess with me again and I won't just embarrass you. I will rearrange the geography of your face and make it history because even your own mother won't recognize you. Understand?" She shakily nodded her head, so I let her go and carried on to my car before speeding home, this is going to be so much fun. First fight and I won, I had to remember to thank the Cullens if I ever saw then again for using vamp speed so much.
"Bella? Is that you?" My mom called from the living room as I walked through the party room as I called it.
"Yep, it's me." She smiled a huge smile and I could see she was going out, she was dressed in a cat suit outfit. Now I know on most parents that would look gross, but my mom was really hot. She was more like a sister than a mom, but it didn't matter. I loved it because I could be a typical teenager and she wouldn't care.
"Me and Phil are going to Gamma Funkula, it's a drum and bass party in Birmingham, so were going to stay in a hotel afterwards. Do you want to come?" It sounded fun but I honestly just wanted to check out the neighbourhood and I could feel the hole start to piss me off.
"No, your alright, go have fun, I'm just going to get settled." She nodded happily and left me to go up to my room and put my new clothes away.
When my mom left I poured myself a martini and thought over my time in the city centre. I couldn't believe how I'd acted with that girl, although thinking back on how scared she looked made me giggle. It was true that spending time with vampires had done me a world of good, I was faster, stronger, better balanced –though only slightly –and it made me good with weird. I guess you needed to be those things to survive around them, I'd learned from experience. I hadn't realized the differences in myself since I'd started spending time around humans again. It still hurts thinking of him, at least drinking seems to help me forget slightly, I didn't know what cigarettes would do but apparently they helped with stress so I lit one up and breathed the smoke in, I coughed on my first few puffs but got better the further into it I got. I got myself changed into black skinny jeans, a shirt saying 'Life is wasted on the living' I also donned on my new leather jacket and black ankle boots.
After two more fags and three martinis I felt tipsy but not overly so, I realized that I could walk better after drinking than when I was sober. I decided to get out of the house; it felt too hot in here which makes a change since I was originally from Arizona. I grabbed myself a bottle of Stella opened it and headed out after locking the door. I didn't know exactly where I was going so I headed over to the field that was around the corner, I walked over it to see a rather big hill, I climbed to the top and lay down looking at the stars and drinking my beer. I let myself think back to the good times in my life.
I was surprised to find a strange kinship starting between me and Emmett, especially considering he was the one who has seemed the most frightening to me in the beginning; it had to do with how we had both been chosen to join the family; we'd both been loved –and loved in return –though only briefly for him. Only Emmett remembered –he alone really understood the miracle Edward remained to me.
We spoke of it the first time one evening as the three of us lounged on the light sofas of the front room, Emmett quietly regaling me with memories that were better than fairytales, while Edward concentrated on the food network –he'd decided he needed to learn to cook, to my disbelief, and it was rough going without the proper sense of taste and smell. After all, there was something that didn't come naturally to him. His perfect brow furrowed as the celebrity chef flavoured yet another dish according to taste. I repressed a smile.
"He was finished playing with me then, and I knew I was about to die," Emmett remembered softly, winding up the tale of his human years with the story of the bear. Edward paid us no attention, he'd heard it before. "I couldn't move, and my consciousness was slipping away, when I heard what I thought was another bear, and a fight-over which would get my carcass, I supposed. Suddenly it felt like I was flying. I figured I'd died, but I tried to open my eyes anyway. And then I saw her –" his face was incredulous at the memory; I empathized entirely "–and I knew I was dead. I didn't even mind the pain –I fought to keep my eyelids open, I didn't want to miss one second of the angel's face. I was delirious, of course, wondering why we hadn't gotten to heaven yet, thinking it must be farther away than I'd expected. I kept waiting for her to take flight. And then she brought me to God." He laughed his deep, booming laugh. I could easily comprehend anyone making that assumption.
"I thought what happened next was my judgement. I'd had a little too much fun in my twenty human years , so I wasn't surprised by the fires of hell." He laughed again, though I shivered; Edward's arm tightened around me unconsciously. "What surprised me was that the angel didn't leave. I couldn't understand how something so beautiful would be allowed to stay in hell with me –but I was grateful. Every time God came by to check on me, I was afraid he would take her away, but he never did. I started to think maybe those preachers who talked about a merciful God might have been right after all. And then the pain went away… and they explained things to me.
"They were surprised how little disturbed I was over the vampire issue. But if Carlisle and Rosalie, my angel, were vampires, how bad could it be?" I nodded, concurring completely, as he continued. "I had a bit more trouble with the rules…" he chuckled.
"You had your hands full with me at first, didn't you?" Emmett's playful nudge to Edward's shoulder sent us both rocking. Edward snorted without looking away from the TV. "So you see, Hell's not so bad if you get to keep an angel with you," He assured at me mischievously. "When he ever gets around to accepting the inevitable, you'll do fine."
Edward's fist moved so swiftly that I didn't see what knocked Emmett sprawling over the back of the couch. Edward's eyes never left the screen.
"Edward!" I scolded, horrified.
"Don't worry about it Bella." Emmett was unruffled, back in his seat. "I know where to find him." He looked over me towards Edward's profile. "You'll have to put her down sometime," He threatened. Edward merely snarled in response without looking up.
"Boys!" Esme's reproving voice called sharply down the stairs.
I started to giggle at how Emmett was my big brother in every sense of the word when I crumbled up in pain remembering that I was just a distraction. I let a few tears escape before wiping them away and swigged half of my beer in one gulp. That was when I heard the yelling and drunken singing. I looked down the hill to see five people dressed similarly to me walking past. I hoped they didn't notice me, they looked kind of dangerous. Not that I was bothered about living any more, I sighed and slumped back but, it must of let them know I was up here because a guy with green eyes and black hair peered up the hill and his eyes connected with mine. He nudged his mates and they started trudging up the hill. They were smiling and I guessed they were up to no good. I still couldn't find it in myself to care as they stalked towards me.