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KittyKat
Chapter Four:
Whoa. I did not just see that. I did not just see Edward Cullen and Bella Swan.
And I fainted over Mike Newton. Please Samantha.
I stood frozen in the shadows for another minute before I realized my luck. Bella and Edward were gone, and Charlie was bound to be fast asleep. This could be my only chance.
I hurried over to the front door, remembering to have read a million times that there was a key hidden under the eave. Sure enough, I found the key, but I had trouble getting it in the lock - my hands were shaking furiously. I am committing a felony! Breaking into the police chief's home nonetheless!
I swung the door open and stepped into Bella and Charlie's house. It wasn't exactly how I pictured it, but I figured it was just how Stephenie Meyer thought of it. I knew Bella's room was on the second level, so I tiptoed up the carpeted stairs to my left. At the top, there was only one room with the light on, and I made my way towards it.
Once I opened the door, I knew this was most definitely Bella's room. A rocking chair sat in the corner, an old quilt was draped untidily over a twin sized bed, and a computer set atop an old desk. This time, everything was as I had pictured it.
I was still shaking when I shut the door softly behind me. I wasn't sure how much time I had, but I knew it wasn't much. Cautiously, I slid towards the computer and flicked it on. It took a few minutes to boot up, and all the while I was bouncing in Bella's desk chair, checking the window every five seconds.
Finally I got the internet running. Not quiet sure where to begin, I tried logging into my e-mail account. It didn't work, even though I tried about five times. I recalled that I had changed my e-mail from when I was fifteen (which was my age during 2006, the present year apparently) and 2007. I tired the old e-mail account, but still got nothing.
What about a phone? I turned the chair slowly, afraid of the hinges squeaking, and scanned the room for one. A backpack laying beside the bed caught my eye.
Shuffling over to it, I unzipped the bag and dumped its contents on the bed, feeling more and more short of time.
Damn! There was no cell phone inside.
Right when I was contemplating going back down stairs in search of a land line, I stopped dead. I got a very strong feeling that I was being watched. That feeling you get when someone is throwing daggers at you with their eyes.
Slowly, trying to keep my balance, I turned on my heel, holding my breath tight in my chest.
When I laid eyes on what stood my the open window, I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me! Eyes widening to the size of tennis balls, I felt the little color I had left in my cheeks fade.
Standing directly behind me, hair windblown, arms crossed over the fitted sweater that revealed his smooth torso, was the most perfect looking male specimen I have ever seen. Words could not do him justice- Stephenie Meyer's had never prepared me for this. He was perfectly chiseled; a statue, a god. Of course I had not heard him enter through the window, for he moved with silent stealth.
"Excuse me, may I ask what brings you to Ms. Swan's home in the middle of the night?" Edward said with mock sarcasm.
I couldn't move, not one muscle. I was far too stunned and afraid. But at the mention of Ms. Swan, I realized the mousy girl standing behind him. She had long, wavy brown hair, and was very petite. It must be Bella. She appeared confused, but also safe- probably because she knew Edward would protect her- not that I posed much of threat.
My mouth hung open in response to Edward's question, but no sound escaped. However, my mind became unclouded; gears inside beginning to click and turn rapidly. I marveled at how gorgeous Edward was, wondering if I would get to see the rest of his family.
He was obviously reading my thoughts, and took a step forward, giving me a look of almost of utter disbelief. I stepped back at his approach, and a floorboard creaked underneath my feet. I couldn't help but wonder if it was the loose one where he had hid Bella's CD and pictures after leaving her. I silently scolded myself for thinking it. He knows! He knows you know he can hear you!
Edward advanced more, pushing me up to the closed door. I could feel fear bubbling in my stomach, realizing what he could do to me because of what he was. Stop thinking that Sam! But I couldn't stop. It was incredibly difficult to control my thoughts, especially in such a situation.
"How do you..." Edward started, seeming at a loss for words, something I believed uncommon for him. "How do you know?"
I knew exactly what he was talking about, and he knew it too. But still, all I could manage to say was, "W-what?" Stuttering was becoming a new habit of mine.
I wasn't even sure how got here, so Edward would have no way of knowing through reading my mind. I'm sure he detected something about books while searching for an answer from me, but this was probably as unclear to him as it to me. All I knew was that for some reason, I had become part of my favorite series of books; perhaps even a character you might say. How would you react to someone telling you there was a book all about your life, and that you were fictional? Was he fictional? Was I fictional too?
My head started to spin, and I felt my knees buckle for the second time that night. Not again!
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I awoke in the same room, a rush of air blowing on my face. By opening my eyes, I could see the girl who had previously hidden behind Edward sitting beside me on the bed, fanning my face with a folded paper.
"Bella?" I mumbled.
The fanning stopped. "How does she know my name? Edward?" The girl turned around to see Edward's lips moving incredibly fast, but neither of our ears heard a sound. He was holding a small, silver cell phone to his face.
Bella turned back to me while she waited for him to finish talking. "Who are you?"
I sat up in a cross legged position, maybe a little too fast, but didn't lie back down. I didn't want to rest at a time like this.
"My name is Samantha- or Sam." I replied.
"And why exactly did you break into my house?" Bella's face portrayed an obvious look of annoyance.
"Well... It's a long story, and I'm not exactly sure myself." I said, staring down into my lap.
I heard a snap, and looked up to see Edward- off the phone and staring at Bella's wall.
Bella promptly got off the bed and walked towards him, but tripped on a textbook that had been strewn across the floor. I felt guilty realizing it had probably fallen off the bed when I emptied her backpack out. However, Edward turned at light speed and caught her gently in his arms. I couldn't help but think, they are so adorable, but regretted it when Edward glanced in m direction, making me blush.
Bella wrapped her arms around Edward and squeezed. He returned the embrace.
"Edward, what's wrong?" Bella spoke with anxiety as she pressed her chin against his chest and stared up into his face.
"Alice couldn't see her." He stated, glaring in my direction. Bella now turned to look at me too- I felt like a museum exhibit.
"Is that bad?" Bella asked.
There was a pause before he answered, "Well, I cannot say it isn't very strange. Alice can see anything, even if it changes; except for..."
"The pack." I finished, without even thinking. Either way, it would have had the same result weather I thought it or not.
Bella's eyes widened, while Edward's narrowed.
"Because they're werewolves! By the way, did you two just come back from the Cullens'?" Oh no. I was babbling! But I couldn't stop! "I was wondering where you might have gone, and the only place I could think of was the Cullens'! And then I was thinking about what you were doing there, and I figured you went there for the vote. You know, about Bella, right? Joining your family?" Oh my god Sam. Shut up. They will kill you for this!
Bella grabbed Edward's hand and they both advanced towards me now.
"Have you told anyone about this?" Edward asked, angerly.
"No, no-"
"Because if you have, we might have to hurt you. Think, you most likely know the answer. Why did we just return from a vote?"
"I-"
"Because Bella knows something she shouldn't, and now apparently so does another human- you."