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Chapter 4 - Edward POV
(An hour before he met Bella for the first time)
I pace around the forest with boredom. Nothing much exciting to do when you are a lone wolf in a huge forest on your own, with no one to talk to. I sniff at some bushes and pull off a few berries to eat. They taste too pulpy and sour, but I keep munching, simply because I'm fucking bored out of my mind. I finish my snack and hop over some fallen logs, covered in green moss, towards my meadow.
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My meadow is very peaceful and quiet - but very lonely. I haven't stumbled across any other wolves in my time. I guess I am the only one. I pad down the dirt path I created years ago to allow easy access to my meadow. My ears prick upwards to pick up any unusual sounds and my eyes scan around me. I know there's no one here, but I can never be too careful. I do after all, live near a small town. No telling when one of the town's folk would fancy a hike up into my forest mountains.
As I near the meadow, I begin to hear a faint, tinny noise. I stop in my tracks and perk my ears up, trying to decipher where the noise is coming from. I step cautiously forwards, taking baby steps towards my meadow.
I neared the edge of the meadow, where the trees thin out a bit and stared. My meadow is the place providing that annoying… beat?
It sounds like faint music. I take another step forwards until I can see right into the meadow clearly. The faint music noise is beginning to annoy me. What I see next, stuns me. A human. A human girl. Sitting right in the middle of my meadow. I hold back a growl at the thought.
No one has ever come here. I study her for a few minutes before my back leg goes dead. I lean to the side and walk slowly over to the other side of the meadow to get a better look at the mysterious girl in my territory. I pass the stream babbling softly in the background and make my way carefully of tree debris and leaves.
Not carefully enough though, as she snaps her head up as if she's seen me. I know she can't have; there is too many trees contrasting against my ebony fur. The first thing I notice is her face - it's gorgeous. Perfect heart-shaped face, framed with strands of long, dark brown hair. She looks alarmed as she peers over her book towards me.
Her weak eyes didn't spot me though. She glances around nervously before returning her attention back to her novel. For some reason, I want to know what is so fascinating about her book. I want to know what she's reading. Why do I care what a silly, naïve human reads? Well, I can't talk as I can transform into a human, but I prefer to be a wolf. Less danger to me then.
She seemed immersed in her book again after about fifteen minutes of me agonizingly standing still. I dared take another few steps. I wasn't to clever about my footwork as one of my front paws stepped loudly on a twig. Dammit! She looked up again, but this time she put her book down and stood up. Shit! I've really spooked her out now. I don't want her to leave. I'm intrigued by her.
I haven't come into contact with another human for years. I want her to give me a chance. Let me try and converse with her. She seems like a trustworthy person. It's not like she's thrown a party in my meadow. Yet.
She turned around cautiously, searching for the source of the sound. Me. Her hands were shaking, and I could see the sweat forming on her palms as she turned around fully, only to lock eyes with my terrifying form standing opposite her, staring straight into her huge, brown eyes.
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She was terrified, that's for sure. She stood staring at me with wide eyes. She looked like a deer stuck in the headlights. She didn't look like a hunter, I didn't see a gun lying around. I could never be too careful. Her stance made her look as if she was having a battle in her mind on whether to stay or leave. I badly wanted option number one. I stood completely still, analyzing her features.
She was very thin - bony almost. She had long, brown hair that tumbled in waves down to the small of her back. I badly wanted to run my fingers through it, just to see if it felt as soft as it looked. Bruises stood out here and there on her skin, and I was angry. I don't know why though. Why do I care if she's a bit hurt? She gazed into my green eyes with her chocolate brown ones.
Neither of us looked away, because it wasn't awkward. It felt…natural. I hated these new, weird feelings swirling around my gut right now. She suddenly held her hands up in front of her like a surrender sign. I must have looked lethal to her.
She eventually let her hands fall back to her sides as she continued to stare at me. I stared back. She twisted her fingers together nervously, probably pondering on what to do next. I narrowed my eyes at her. If she intended to dress me up like those little puppy dogs in handbags - she could think again.
I'm not handbag sized anyway. I was fucking bored of standing staring at her, I must have looked like a pervert wolf. I grunted and leaned forwards, gauging her reaction.
She backed away a bit. I stepped forwards, always keeping my eyes on her.
She backed up further as if to give me space. What was I? The King of England?
No need to give me red carpet room, I thought.
I wandered over to her little pile of things sitting next my boulder in the middle of the meadow. A towel, a bottle of water, a book and a music device with small headphones hanging out of it. I sniffed at it then turned my attention to the towel.
Without thinking, I grabbed it between my teeth and savored the tastes and smells coming off it. I chewed on it until I heard a bell-like sound come from the girl standing watching me. I lifted my head from my nosiness and looked at her curiously. She stood smiling, trying to hold in another giggle. I wanted to pounce on her playfully, but decided against that idea.
That would definitely set her running far away from me. Nice thought though; her little body writhing under mine…Stop it! You've only known her five minutes and you want to fuck her already? Jesus. It's been a while since I've had any action. I usually do it myself in the shower. I growl quietly and repress those thoughts. I dropped the towel and turned my head down towards her book, intending on turning it over to read the title. I suddenly felt a breeze near me as she flitted towards me and scooped up the book, then ran across the meadow again. I growled. I didn't expect her that close and it rattled me.
Her scent was amazing. Lavender, or freesia. I was disappointed, I wanted to at least know the title of her book. I glared at her with pleading eyes, standing my ground.
I only wanted to look, I thought.
It's not like I was gonna tear it apart. She glared back at me. Feisty little thing.
"No chance boy," She said to me through gritted teeth.
So, mystery girl speaks. Well, it's not like she's an Alien. She's a human. I can phase into one too.
But I'm not showing her that just now. I barked out a laugh to show I wasn't bothered by her scolding. Which I wasn't. I could tear her apart with one bite, I certainly wasn't scared of her - just intrigued by her. My feet - of their own accord - pattered over to her and stopped in front of her.
She looked slightly frazzled for a second and gasped. I leaned in and sniffed at her. Definitely lavender scented, and a hint of strawberries. Her hair smelled of strawberries. I continued my snuffling while she stood there, seemingly immobile.
"Yeah, um… I'm gonna go now OK? It's been…nice… meeting you, but I have to get going. My father will be home soon, so I gotta go make his dinner OK?" She spoke softly, probably trying not to anger me.
I looked up at her, anger showing clearly in my eyes. It was the only way to show her I didn't want her to leave. Her little face took on a streak of fear.
"I…I…Will come back some other time if you like?" She spoke again. My eyes softened. She wanted to see me again? Or was she just looking for a way out? I'll take whatever I can get. She took a step back to make her escape. I followed. She wasn't getting away that easy. She's exactly what I've been waiting to find.
"Look, I really have to go, but I promise I will come back and see you, maybe…tonight?" She really did want to come back?
I huffed in annoyance. Tonight was far too long to wait to see her lovely face again. Her mouth turned up into a small smile and my heart melted. Heart melted? Where the fuck did that come from? I sound like a love-sick romance novel. Ah, Jesus! She is beautiful though... I walked round her and circled my body around her, trapping her.
She stiffened for a minute, but eventually relaxed when my tail - again of it's own accord - brushed her hands. She reached out hesitantly to run her hands through the fur there. I nearly groaned in pleasure.
That felt good. No one has ever stroked my fur. No one. But she was different. She seemed to trust me a bit. I let out a long breath and blew it into her neck in contentment. I've never felt these…feelings… before. She giggled as my breath tickled a sensitive spot on her neck. What I would give to just phase and suck at her neck with my lips. This is torture!
We continued like this for a few minutes more before she told me she really, really had to go. I eventually let her free, though that was pure hell. I wanted to wrap her in my fur and take her home to ravish her all night. I gave her one last sniff and trotted over to my boulder to wait for her tonight. I hopped up and sat down with my eyes closed.
"Ok boy, you wait there if you like, but I might be a very long time!" She told me on a mocking tone.
I simply grunted at her and laid my head on my paws to show her I was standing my ground. I'd wait a hundred years to see her again. There I go again, Mr love-sick. She clutched her book and said goodbye one last time before disappearing into the trees towards her home. I contemplated following her, just to see where she lives, but decided against it.
Instead I phased to my human form and ran to my log cabin deep in the woods to get some paper to write her a note for tonight.
Yep, definitely love-sick.
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There we have it! Edward's POV towards Bella. Aw, I think it's cute that he writes her notes. Mr Love Sick will be back soon I promise you that. Review! I want at least 5 reviews before I continue the story ok? Even just leave me a smiley face! They make my day!