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Chapter 7 - Confession:
APOV:
My love stirs next to me. I hear her heartbeat quicken from its dull repetitive rhythm. My smile drops slightly. I shift so that I am facing her, enjoying the feel of her light breath brushing against my neck. I stop breathing. It's so irresistible but not as much as having her here, holding me.
I lean up onto my elbow and tuck her hair that has fallen, covering her face, behind her ear. That's better. Her eyes flutter open. She smiles. Beautiful.
"Good morning," I whisper, so my voice doesn't startle her.
"Good morning," she whispers back.
"You might want to get home before you get grounded," I answer chuckling.
"Oh shit," her eyes widen and she releases me. She shoots up and her legs tangle in the sheets. Her leg bumps roughly against mine which will probably cause her a bruise later. Before I realize it, she falls backward and hits her head on the side table. The smell of her blood fills the room. Oh shit is right.
My eyes roll back in my head. No, no, no, stop it. Control. Just this once. Please.
I slowly creep off the bed to her side. She is blinking rapidly; obviously not aware of what is going on anymore. I kneel down and place a hand behind her head. I use the other to help prop her body up.
"Alice," she moans, moving a hand to her head to cover her wound. My breath is shallow and slow using all my will power to keep my composure.
"Yes, Bella," I answer through clenched teeth.
"I don't feel so well," she says, bordering towards unconsciousness.
"Bella, please just stay awake. I'll be right back," I plead, forgetting my thirst. I set her head gently back down. I run to get Carlisle but he is already at the door.
I didn't realize until now but everyone was in the frame of my door. Emmett was holding Jasper back, eventually pinning him to the floor. Rose was holding Edward. Carlisle walks past me and looks at Bella.
I jump up and snarl loudly. I continue to growl lowly in my chest, warning everyone to stay back.
Esme looks at me sadly then turns around and helps get everyone outside. I feel badly for her but I have to protect Bella. I don't know what I'd do without her.
Wait that's a lie. I do know what I'd do and they wouldn't like it. It's for the best. My conscience answers kindly for the first time.
"Whoa, that was awesome Alice. You have to show me how you do that," Bella laughs, the loss of blood getting to her.
I look at Carlisle and he nods. I can't face the others so I take the window outside instead.
I take my shirt off so that it won't get bloody as I hunt, in case Bella is awake when I return. I let my instincts take over. Before I know it, three bucks lie dead at my feet.
I'm an unbelievable monster. I shouldn't be putting Bella through this. No human should be around us. We are horrible creatures who have no reason to be around. I should be grey haired, weak, frail, and practically bed-ridden if not dead. I should not have been graced by Bella's presence and here I am ruining her life.
But if I'm being honest with myself, the truth is that I can't leave now. I would be completely incapable of it. It would be Jasper ten times over.
Not even my thirst would be able to root me from the spot that I last saw Bella. Even if it took years, I would just let myself deteriorate or whatever it is we do. I just couldn't will myself to move if I knew that I could never see her again.
I know it's selfish and it's horrible of me to keep her away from whatever she was meant to be. If it came down to it, I would let her leave if it would make her happy. I would give anything to make her happy.
Bella.
I snap out of my self-derogatory mood. I go in the creek and rinse off. Then I find my shirt and return to my room through the front door.
I glare at Edward and Jasper on the way to my room.
Her blood is still on the floor. I refuse to breathe until it is gone.
I look over to see Carlisle placing his fingers against her forehead. She shivers at his contact. Her eyes are closed. I look at him concerned.
"She is alright," he answers shortly.
I go to the bathroom and grab some towels along with some bleach. I clean her blood from the floor and nightstand. I go downstairs and throw the towels in the fireplace, which Esme thankfully started. I give her a worried smile before returning upstairs.
"Thank you. May I have a minute alone with her?" I ask Carlisle once back in my room. He nods and leaves at a human pace.
I move over to her and place a hand on her cheek. She does not shiver like I expect.
"There's that familiar cold hand I've been looking for," she mumbles, cracking her eyes open slowly. She smiles. How can she smile after what just happened? I return the smile nonetheless. I sit down softly on the edge of the bed.
"Wow Alice, you're eyes are so pretty this morning," she comments breathlessly.
"Yeah I went and ate some Iron while you were out," I joke.
"Liar," she frowns pretending that she doesn't like my joke but then smiles shortly after.
"How are you?" I ask, my worried expression returning.
"A few pints lighter," she continues to joke. She sees that I frown at the horrible, in my opinion, joke. "I'm sorry, I'm fine," she answers, moving her hand up to my cheek and using the other to cover mine with hers. She leans into my hand and pouts.
"Well I'm glad," rolling my eyes playfully at her unfair advantage. She smiles brightly.
She looks at me curiously. It's weird how she knows so well when I want to tell her something.
"What is it Alice?" she asks practically reading my mind. Ugh it's like Edward, but definitely better. I smile to myself.
"Well, I want to tell you something but I don't know how you'll take it," I answer mysteriously. She raises her eyebrows and her breath catches in her throat. I ignore it.
"Bella . . . I'm . . . ahh . . . "I try. She forces herself up, moaning softly and cringing slightly. This makes me frown slightly again. She takes her hands in mine for encouragement.
"I'm a vampire," I blurt out.
She tilts her head in confusion. She smiles, starting to giggle. I look at her, unbelieving.
"Did you even understand what I said?" I inquire, mouth slightly agape.
"Yes, I thought it was going to be something awful," she answers still laughing. She laughs a little longer and then frowns.
"Don't scare me like that ever again," she says seriously hitting my arm with some force, which I didn't feel. She withdraws her hand cradling it. I would've smiled except I'm still too shocked to react to the amusing sight.
"You do know what a vampire is don't you?!" I ask getting kind of furious at her lack of fear at the word. No self-preservation whatsoever.
"Yeah, yeah dripping fangs, biting your neck, and forever young. Luring people away at night. Don't worry I'm not an idiot," she answers brushing it off. I am beginning to doubt the second half of her statement. She even did hand motions along with her nonchalant attitude toward us. I am almost offended at how much she wasn't scared.
I'd teach her that she needs to be afraid. I jump up and let a snarl from deep in my chest erupt into the air. I then pounce onto her pinning both her arms against the wall. I lower my face to her neck and hear her heart speed considerably. I sniff softly at her pulse point and then withdraw myself.
Carlisle burst through the door, worry written in his features. I drop my gaze from him ashamed. Bella is frightened stiff against the headboard.
Suddenly she releases her frozen movement and gets off the bed. I turn to face her, eyebrows raised. She forcefully grabs my shoulders. I get freaked out thinking that she was going to kiss me in front of Carlisle. Instead she let out the most pathetic "snarl" I'd ever heard. I hold in a laugh as she moves her face forward and places her teeth lightly around the place my pulse point would be.
"I vaunt to suck your blood," she mumbles against me in a fake Transylvanian accent. Her tongue flicks against my skin as she talks. I take a sharp inhale and then stop breathing. Don't think about it. You're fine. Just relax.
"Oh sorry," she says blushing as she moves back. Then she wipes her spit off my neck with her sleeve. I would've laughed if I wasn't completely and helplessly aroused by her.
I turn around and flash to the window. I throw myself halfway out the window and relish in the Bella free air. If only I could tame the beast, I could inhale the luscious Bella full air.
I move back in some and then slide down, kneeling, to rest my head on the windowsill. Bella slowly approaches. I whimper softly, and hopefully inaudible to her, as she touches my shoulder gently. She grazes her fingers along my sides kneeling down, placing a leg on each side of mine, until she has a hand on each of my hips. Thank the stars that Carlisle left the room. I can feel the heat radiating off her. I inhale softly as she continues to move her hands around my waist to my front, sending fire along my skin through her fingertips. My breath catches as her fingers trail my beltline.
"The last night away from me," she softly sings the last line of the song she wrote for me. She then places her face against my hair, inhaling softly.
I move my hands to cover hers. I lean back into her. I've never felt more relaxed or natural than I did right now. Still doesn't mean anything. Stop enjoying it so much. It's the last time it will happen.
She sighs and I feel her smile into my hair.
There is a knock at the door. I stand up pulling myself from her grasp.
"Come in," I answer sadly, hit with an unexpected vision, and then I return my attention to what Carlisle is saying.
"I'm pretty sure that you girls still have to go to school. Especially you, Alice, since you've already missed a week. If you aren't feeling up to it Bella I'm sure we can drop you off on the way," Carlisle says. We look at each other frowning playfully. We laugh.
"No I'm alright," Bella answers with a smile.
"Ok, we'll be down in a minute," I answer Carlisle, finishing with a wicked grin toward Bella.
He leaves with a look that is slightly worried.
"What are you looking at me like that for?" Bella asks, frightened as well.
"I didn't tell you that some vampires have special powers. And guess what mine is," I continue to smile wickedly.
"What?" she asks warily.
"I can see the future and now that I'm not so depressed and stressed, it is back in effect. And I know for a fact that you will have no argument against my coming request," I continue explaining.
"You can see the future?! Cool. Wait, why do I have a feeling that I won't like your request?" she starts out excited then becomes worried once again. I smile even wider, if it was possible.
"Oh darn Bella it looks like there are only 20 minutes left until school starts. There's no time to go home to get a change of clothes," I fake sadness. She pauses for a moment, raising her eyebrows, and then a look of pure horror crosses her face.
"No. No. Aw come on, Alice. Please don't. Alice," she whimpers starting to pout. She looked so cute. I almost give in but then I pouted in return.
"Please Bella. It's completely shameful what you wear. How can you not appreciate your body? It's gorgeous," I argue, even though I know I've already won.
"Ugh, Alice," she continues. She looks at me, blushing, and then drops her head in defeat. Yay, I won. I love having this advantage back.
I drag her into my huge walk-in closet. Her mouth drops.
"Alice, I -," she starts. I push a finger to her lips closing them. They are so soft. Stop it. Give up on it already.
"Don't even bother," I finish it before it even starts. She frowns against my fingers and then moves away.
I walk over to some racks of clothing and pick out a green low cut sleeveless top and some hip hugging jeans. I finish with converse and a half jean jacket because I knew she'd complain about the sleeveless.
"Alice this outfit is for girls with boobs and an ass," she complains. I sigh.
"Bella, you have all of the cleavage and ass necessary to pull this outfit off. Otherwise I wouldn't have given it to you. You are beautiful. You are just going to have to learn to accept it. Trust me," I plead, forcing her to drop the subject.
"Fine," she answers annoyed. She fakes a smile, grabbing the clothes.
"Alice," she asks raising her eyebrows to give the hint that she wants me to leave.
"Aw ruin all my fun," I whisper into her ear seductively as I leave.
I smile as I hear her heartbeat skip. You are so smug. It's just the fact that you're a vampire. You are such a cheater. Leave the poor girl alone.
I frown at my conscience, believing it once again.
I change into a sexy black top and form fitting jeans that fit just over the same black stilettos from a week ago. Then I go down stairs to fix Bella some eggs and toast. Bleuh. Gross. How can she eat this? I sniff it one more time before wrinkling my nose up again. I scoop it on a plate, disgusted, and then look up at the clock on the wall.
We only had 10 minutes before class starts. What's taking her so long?
I rush upstairs.
"Bella hurry up, we're going to be late," I state through the door. I hear a falling of objects behind it. Worried, I step forward and try to turn the knob. It's locked.
"Bella, are you hurt? If you don't answer, I'm busting the door down," I warn. I hear nothing for a full two seconds. Oh now you can count seconds, might want to count two more just to make sure you're right. Shut up.
Ignoring myself, I step back and kick the door with little force. My foot emerges through the other side and I pull it back out. I reach through and unlock the door.
I feel something grab my arm as I do this. It's warm, and moving. And worse still, covered in blood.
"Damn it Bella. I'm coming," I scold her as I fully remove my hand to open the door.
"I'm sorry Alice. It opened up again while I was putting the clothes on and I was passing out before I realized it," she apologizes, unable to focus on anything for long.
"Aw hun, I'm sorry. I should've stayed anyways since you had a head injury. I promise I'll keep you safe from now on," I answer regretting that I ever left.
I bend down while I say this lifting her head off the ground. I get a full on hit of her scent and my eyes roll back in my head for a split second. I can feel them turn black. I shake my head.
"Did you hurt anything else in your fall? Can you get up?" I ask, looking down at her eyes closing once again.
She moans barely audible and shakes her head slightly.
"Bella? Carlisle," I speak just loud enough for him to hear. He is there instantly.
"Should I get some more blood?" I ask on the verge of a panic attack, if vampires can even have panic attacks.
"Yes, and get me some more towels," he answers, shaking his head and leaning down.
I speed down the stairs to the garage fridge and grab some towels on the way back up.
I run back upstairs. I hand him the towels, which he immediately places under her head. Her scent burns my throat but I couldn't even imagine hurting her right now as I look helplessly at her.
"This is very odd," Carlisle whispers only so I can hear.
"What's that?" I ask curious, continuing the vampire volume.
"This head wound should not have opened up again without having been brushed up against something," he answers, pondering.
"Well she hasn't even changed her top so nothing should have even had the chance to brush against it," I answer, looking at her top noticing that it is definitely the same one.
"Has she ever told you about anything unusual about herself?" he asks.
"N-, wait. She did tell me this one ridiculous thing about getting bad feelings, almost like my future seeing I suppose but not quite," I answer thinking about it as I let the words escape my lips.
"Well that should do it. Ask her if she had one of her "bad feelings" when she wakes up," he tells me still thinking. He gets up and turns to smile at me.
"Ok. Will she be alright?" I ask still worried.
"She should be just fine. Don't worry about school today. Just try to help her get better. I'm going to call her father," he answers, giving me another reassuring smile. I nod.
I sit with her curious about what Carlisle mentioned. Could Bella be a supernatural human? What if she became a vampire?
"No, no, not Alice. Please, not Alice. Take me instead. Just let her be," she mumbles, interrupting my thoughts. Her eyes are still closed. Hmm, she talks in her sleep. That'll be interesting. What is troubling her? What is happening? How can I protect her from her dreams or nightmares? You can't. This time it answers sadly. I run my fingers through her hair, over her face and down her arms.
My eyes refocus lower down her arm as I notice a raised whiter mark along her arm. I gasp.
"No," I whisper. How did I not notice this before? She has yet to wear a short sleeve shirt. That is why. What happened?
"Bella?" I whisper placing a hand on her cheek rubbing my thumb gently against it. She remains asleep, almost more peaceful than before.
I check under her head to see if there is any more blood. There is none. She shifts gently toward me. I am sitting, Indian style on the floor. It was almost as if she was awake, but her heartbeat remains slow as if asleep. She sits up and crawls in between my legs. She uses her hands and pulls my legs apart. I get surprised but her audacity and react by holding my unnecessary breath. She's not doing what you think. Only in your dreams, this means never. Pervert.
She then turned around and placed her head high on my thigh, nuzzling against it. She wrapped her arms around my leg pulling it closer to her. I smiled at her odd behavior. She was asleep the entire time. I grab a blanket close by and lower it gently over her and my leg. I bend my other leg at the knee. I back up a little, bringing her with me, so that I was against the frame of the door.
One Hour Later
She stirs beneath me finally.
"Hey sleepy head," I answer with my head leaning against the door frame, eyes closed. I slide my fingers through her hair as well. It was relaxing.
"Hey," she mumbles, nuzzling against my thigh some more. She starts to move.
"Don't get up too fast. Just take it slow. We're not going to school," I answer filling her in.
"Oh, cool I guess," she answers. She cringes and my eyes shot open.
"What?" I ask worried.
"My head," she answers lamely. She releases her grip from around my leg and brings one arm up to her head while propping herself onto her other elbow.
I wait a little while then help her lean up.
"No I don't want to get up," she moans and then places her back into me. I smile. She then grabs my hands and pulls them around her waist. I became aware of our close proximity and her scent took another shot at the back of my throat.
I let her sit there for about 5 or 10 minutes. I'm not completely sure. I love having her relax against me. My tension releases with her nearby. But unfortunately we can't sit here all day.
"Bella," I whisper in her ear.
"Hmm," she answers.
"I think we should get up," I say regretfully. I want nothing more than to sit there with her forever. She tenses and removes her hands from over mine. She then replaces them on the floor and pushes herself up. I hold my hands out to make sure she didn't fall.
She put her hands out warily and I grab them with a smile. She returns it. I pretend to almost fall over, making fun of her current condition.
She sticks her tongue out at me.
I frown playfully. She furrows her eyebrows.
"What?" she asks.
"Very clever," I answer, confusing her more. Her eyes continue to question.
"I have no idea what you are talking about," she says after I say nothing.
"That's a pretty desperate move to get out of wearing those extremely stylish clothes," I laugh. She smiles sheepishly finally realizing my joke. She places a hand on each of my shoulders.
"Well darn, I thought I'd escaped without notice," she retaliates equally playful. I smile but it drops when I see her scar that I had noticed while she was asleep. She raises an eyebrow and then follows the focus of my eyes.
She withdraws her arms and goes to grab her jacket. She begins to put it on but I walk over to her and place a hand on her arm. I look at her concerned. She starts to cry. I raise my hands to her face and use my thumbs to wipe away the descending tears.
"Please, not now," she answer. I could see her eyes flashing to the past as she looked at me.
I nod and then embrace her. She returns it, crying into my shoulder. I rub my hand against her back soothingly.
After she stops her light crying she withdraws.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to break down in front of you like that. Why don't you ever cry?" she asks at the end.
"Vampires can't cry," I answer simply.
She raises an eyebrow then sits down on the bed and motions for me to join her.
"So tell me the dos and don'ts of vampires," she answers trying to lighten the mood. I give in. I don't want her crying anymore.
"Well first of all we drink blood. But unlike regular vampires we are what we call "vegetarian". We only drink animal blood and restrain ourselves from our monstrous craving. We are young forever. We have super speed, super strength, granite like skin and some of us even have special powers," I explain.
"So how old are you?" she asks.
"I'm about 100 or so years old. But I was changed at 17. I don't really remember anything before I was changed. I get visions of when I was in the asylum but nothing from before. Nothing of my family," I answer trying to stay emotionless. She smiles sadly.
"Hmm," she answers pondering.
"Oh I almost forgot, Carlisle said I should ask you if you got one of your bad feelings before you passed out the second time," I ask remembering.
"Yes actually I did but I passed out before I could figure out what it is," she answers confused.
She frowns down at her feet.
"What?" I ask.
"You think my feelings are silly don't you," she says embarrassed. Her cheeks flush red.
"No. I just don't think I quite understand what you mean," I answer trying to sooth her embarrassment.
"Well I guess I'm kind of psychic but I don't actually see stuff. I just interpret it from dreams, and other strange occurrences," she tries to explain.
I stare at her still mostly confused.
"Ok well the night I met you. I had a dream on the plane of our exact meeting. Everything was the same as when it happened except I didn't get to the part where I saw you. And then when I got to my house and Charlie left, my body just goes cold and I guess my eyes probably glaze over. I don't see anything. But it's like I'm trying to connect with the spirits or whatever of the world. After that something usually happens. Like for that time, a book nearby was blown open to a page that told me basically where to find you," she finishes and I nod at the end and throughout her explanation.
"Very interesting. So you are psychic through your dreams," I state and almost ask.
"I guess," she answers. I could tell she was still embarrassed trying to explain her odd behavior.
"And then it's reinforced by signs giving you better detail," I inquire further.
"Closest thing I can figure," she answers, shrugging.
"Hmm," I finish getting over my curiosity.
I remembered about her food which was probably cold by now. I frowned to myself.
"What's wrong?" she asks looking at me.
"I made you a fabulous breakfast and it's probably cold by now. Come on," I answer getting off the bed, while thinking about what more elaborate breakfast I could now make with no time limit.
"Wait Alice," she requests, grabbing my hand.
"What?" I look back curious. She wraps me in her arms around my neck, forcing her face into the crook of my neck. I am confused by the random display of affection but return it nonetheless. I wrap my arms around her waist.
"Thank you," she murmurs softly.
"For what?" I whisper.
"Telling me," she answers, smiling against me now.
"I couldn't go and mess things up again. I might've exploded if I had to go a week without you again. I'm a quick learner," I joke. She laughs softly. I let a smile creep across my lips, not at my joke but at how it caused her happiness.
She continues to stay against me. I have a vision. I smile.
"Are you ever going to let go?" I ask poking fun.
She releases her arms around my neck and tries to move away. She frowns. I smile. She tries harder to release herself from my grasp. I lean toward her still smiling. I place a quick kiss on her cheek and then release her. She tumbles back and falls down onto her bottom.
She blinks rapidly, obviously confused.
"Come on slowpoke. Aren't you hungry?" I laugh looking back at her adorably pathetic body slumped on the floor. I had fight the urge to go to her.
She smiles and follows me.
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