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Ch. 7
Bella POV
I wake up the next morning feeling like my legs are being smothered. I sit up in my bed and glance down and am puzzled to see that I am still wearing my jeans. In fact I'm still wearing all the clothes that I wore yesterday. I try to remember exactly what I did after I came home but it's fuzzy and hard to focus on.
I sigh and shrug it off, it's only happened once but if it happens again, then I'll be worried.
I get out from my bed and grab some new clothes from my closet before heading into the bathroom. I strip quickly and do my usual morning routine while being careful of the stitches in my head. Once or twice I almost got them caught on my hair brush but stopped when I remembered them. I still need to tell Charlie about my little injury and soon or he'll get mad.
I get changed and then pack up my bag with all the things I'll need for the day before heading downstairs for breakfast. My eyes widen in surprise when I see Charlie sitting at the table, reading the papers while having some cereal. Usually Charlie has already gone to the station for his shift by the time that I'm up for school.
"Dad, why aren't you at work?" I ask as I sit in the chair across from him, dropping my bag at my feet.
Charlie folds the paper back up and places it on the table, "I have to head into Seattle today to talk to the head investigator about what to tell the town about the killings."
"Oh," I say and get up to make myself my breakfast, "So when are you leaving?"
Charlie looks at his watch, "Probably in ten or fifteen minutes."
I turn my back to him as I pour make my own cereal and grab a spoon before going back to the table. "I gotta tell you something dad."
Charlie looks at me and nods at me to continue. I might as well get it over with, "Yesterday I slept in and was in a rush to school when I fell down the stairs."
Charlie's eyes widen and he frantically looks me over. "What? Are you okay? You're not hurt are you?"
I nod, turn around and part my hair to show him the stitches. "I didn't even notice I was bleeding until I was at school and then I went and got some stitches."
Charlie's chair scrapes against the floor as he stands up and walks behind me. "Jesus Bella, you have got to more careful." He turns me around and I drop my hair, "What if you had been knocked unconscious and stayed there all day until I came home?"
The hurt and pain in Charlie's eyes are clear to me and I bite my bottom lip. He is right about that and I quickly promise to be more careful. Charlie then leaves to go to Seattle while I finish my breakfast and catch a ride to school with Angela because my truck is still broken.
At school Mike tries to ask me out on another date, probably thinking he has a chance after driving me home but I can't shake the feeling that he is not the Mike I know. I ignore that feeling though and hand in my exchange papers to Elijah before catching a ride to my house from Angela. Charlie comes home late that night but doesn't tell me anything that happened. I guess it's part of his job to not tell some things but I think it's something more than that.
The next few days pass quickly and unfortunately I have to walk everywhere until my truck is fixed and I won't get it back until at least Saturday. After convincing Charlie though, he doesn't force me to ride in his cruiser as long as I promise to be safe and to catch a ride with a friend if I think I need it.
Anywhere in town I go though, I always see this handsome guy. At the grocery store, the bank, and even at Newton's too. He has wavy brown hair that stops just above his eyebrows and dark eyes piercing eyes that seem to always mocking the world. His English accent just makes him all the more handsome and the cleft chin he has reminds me strangely of Elijah. I've seen him in the grocery store a few times and he always gives me a little smirk when he sees me. Like he knows something that I don't and he's rubbing it in. He's come into Newton's Outfitter's a few times and bought a couple knives and camping equipment. He always starts conversations with me about each item or my life in Forks.
He's told me his name is Kol Mikaelson but hasn't said anything about what he is doing in town. In such a small town like Forks, everyone knows everyone's business and yet there has been no news about a new job being taken or anything that could hint about what he's doing in town. I've told him the things most people already know, like my parents' divorce and about my decision to live in Forks with my father.
In response he asked me if I really moved for my mother's sake or if I just wanted to live with someone a little more stable. I was dumbfounded and couldn't say anything in response partly because I was insulted and because I had never thought of it that way. Kol had then left after that, as if knowing I had something to think about. But what I was confused about was how a stranger knew how flighty my mother was. I never really told anyone about how flighty Renee was except for Angela and maybe Elijah but maybe the other townspeople remembered how Renee was before she left and told him.
Thankfully the next day is Friday and after getting my stitches taken out after school I walk to work. About halfway through my shift the rain just starts pouring and I groan when I think of my walk home. I would call Charlie but he is staying at the station later to get more work in before the weekend. By the time my shift ends though, the rain is just a light mist. I pull on my jacket and put my bag tight against my chest before zipping up my jacket. With an annoyed flick of my wrist, my hood covers my head and I head out into the mist.
I must admit, even though the rain is physically annoying it looks really beautiful. It brings out the green and dark shades of the forest and makes everything have a misty look to it. I hunch my shoulders as a sudden breeze brings with it the cold February wind that cuts through my layers and right to the bone.
After a few blocks of navigating around various puddles and staying under the overhang of buildings, I see someone walking towards me. I squint my eyes against the mist and try to recognize the figure. The figure is almost right in front of me when I recognize the hair and mocking eyes.
I duck my head, trying to sneak by without being recognized but Kol grabs my arm.
"Hey Bella, what are you doing out walking?" Kol asks as he turns me towards him.
I step back under an awning of a closed shop, "I could ask the same of you."
Kol smirks and leans in to me so much that I need to lean back. This seems strangely familiar but I just can't remember the memory, it's on the tip of my tongue but I can't reach it. Kol's dark eyes are hypnotic as the pupils expand and contract, his smooth voice commanding me. "Come with me Bella."
My feet move on their own accord and I can't even find the strength in me to resist. It's simply not there.
"What do you know about Elijah Smith, Bella?" Kol asks when we are a few feet into a dark alley.
My voice is robotic, "He's my teacher and a friend of the family."
"Is that really all, love?" He tilts his head and stares at me seriously. "No strange habits or mannerisms that people in this present day don't have?"
The words escape my mouth unwillingly, "He holds himself like a noble person and has an old way of speaking."
Kol smirks at me and a shiver goes down my spine, "Maybe he's an old fashioned person, just like the vampires you used to hang out with. Maybe he's a vampire himself."
Whatever strange power Kol has over me snaps like a twig under a foot and I gasp at him. How does he know about the Cullen's? I never told anyone, never.
"W-what?" I gasp and stumble back into the brick wall.
Kol rolls his eyes, "Oh relax darling, you're secret is safe."
Dark veins crawl down Kol's cheekbones from his suddenly red eyes. His incisors lengthen into fangs and look so very real and dangerous. His face seems so alien and strange that I jump slightly and open my mouth to scream but nothing comes out before Kol reaches over and slams my head back into the brick wall. My vision blurs and Kol catches me before my legs give out and total darkness consumes me.
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