I have a special treat. This chapter is in Bella's POV, woo hoo!
Anyway just letting you know that this story is now an M rated story and there is a little swearing in this chapter, but not too much. Enjoy!
I don't own twilight and the characters. S. Meyer does. No copyright infringement intended.
BPOV
I closed the front door behind me and leaned my forehead against it and sighed. Yes, Bella Swan just sighed. I'm not one for girly sighing and all that crap, but there has always been something about Emmett that brought out the teenage girl in me. Edward has always wanted me to be more lady like, but Emmett just wants me to be….me. Regardless, if I was a tomboy, prankster, bitchy or whatever mood I was in that day. As long as I was Bella and I was happy, that's all that matters. Why can't Edward be like that with me? I've never asked him to change the way he was.
I pushed myself out of my depressing thoughts and made my way towards the kitchen to prepare dinner. Lasagne was on the menu tonight, so I gathered the ingredients to make it. While I was no chef, I was certainly a good cook and I knew Charlie was going to love it. I chopped up the onion, carrots and zucchini – because getting Charlie to eat vegetables is like trying to get a toddler to eat them- that I would usually sneak in for nutrition. I continued to cook the sauce and turned on the oven. I placed the other ingredients on the bench and allowed the sauce to simmer to give the sauce more flavor. I decided to read a book to kill some time while the sauce was simmering.
As I was walking up the stairs I thought I heard a noise coming from my room. I stopped in my tracks halfway up the staircase.
"Hello, is anyone there?" I called out. After a few seconds of cautious silence and no response I continued to climb the stairs. I must have been imagining things. No more horror movies with Emmett! When I was about to touch the door handle I heard another noise coming from my room, sounded like something had fallen on the ground. Nope definitely not imagining things! I thought. Now I was certain someone was in there. It could be Edward? If it was Edward, he would have answered you. idiot. Maybe he didn't respond because he knew I'd refuse to talk to him and he wanted to catch me before I ran away? I argued with myself. Argh, I made it sound like he was a predator and I was his prey. That's because he is technically a predator and you technically are his prey. I really need to stop talking to myself. Lucky the glitch in my brain stops Edward from reading my thoughts; otherwise he would think I was crazy and bolt. Shaking my paranoid inner self away, I called out again.
"Hello?" once again I got no response. He was really starting to piss me off. He comes into my home uninvited; while that was nothing new it still angered me. "Edward I really don't feel like speaking to you right now. If you stay here, I'm afraid we'll say things we'll both regret and I need some space right now. Please leave." I huffed out. And surprise, surprise my only answer was silence.
"DAMN IT EDWARD! ANSWER ME!" I yelled, only to be met by more silence. Maybe he left? I nervously bit my lip. He should have responded by this time and angrily opened my bedroom door chastising me about cursing and it not being a 'becoming' quality, blah, blah, blah. What if it's not my stalker/controlling boyfriend in there?
Shit someone was in my room, someone that was not Edward. I panicked, torn between being smart and running the other way, or being one of those stupid bitches in those teen horror movies. You know those bimbos, that go to inspect the strange noise, when the serial killer is lurking in the shadows, ready to attack while you're screaming at the television to run away. Hmm smart girl or stupid bitch, which should I choose? I could be nothing at all, or it could be an intruder. The truth was that if there was an intruder, they would be of the supernatural kind. If they were supernatural and I ran they would catch my pathetic human self before I even made it to the stairs. Keeping in mind my clumsiness would be a hindrance, which would probably cause my untimely death, by causing me to trip while I ran down the stairs and broke my neck. Ok, stupid bitch it was then! Edward always did say I have no sense of self preservation. Steeling my resolve I placed my shaking hand on the handle. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins and I was sure my heart was beating a million miles a second.
"It's now or never" I muttered. I pushed the door open trying my best to ignore the creaking sound it made, so I could hear if another noise was made. Who am I kidding, if I was attacked noise or no noise, I couldn't fight them. Hell, I probably couldn't kick Jessica Stanly's ass and she is at least 3 inches shorter than me. I walked hesitantly into my room. Damn vampires couldn't leave me alone for 5 minutes peace before they attacked me.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I noticed what was making all that noise. My bedroom window was open and a cat was sitting on my computer desk with my books lying haphazardly on the floor. Stupid snooping cat knocked my books on the floor. I cautious walked towards to mystery cat. As I got closer, I noticed it was a beautiful Russian blue cat. This surprised me, firstly because I had never seen a cat in my neighborhood before and secondly because I didn't know anything about cats. How the hell did I know it was a Russian blue cat?
"Here kitty!" I purred out gently. I frowned, my voice never sounded like this and I most certainly didn't notice that I had extended my hands towards the mysterious cat. To my surprise the cat gracefully jumped into my extended arms. I cradled the cat making comforting sounds, confused by my actions. Since when did I like cats? I was always a dog person.
"What are you doing in my room beautiful? Did you get lost?" I whispered rubbing the cat behind its ears.
RING! RING! I jumped frightened when the phone began to ring downstairs, breaking the silence and causing the cat to leap from my arms and disappear into my open closet. I headed towards to bedroom door to answer the phone, when I saw movement in the corner of my eye and froze in terror. The phone continued to ring, as I slowly turned my head to my left- the direction that I saw movement - towards my bedside table. It was a man. He was tall, almost as tall as Emmett and built too, but slimmer, like Jasper. I could not see much of his face, only shadows but I could see his eyes. They were glowing green. What the hell was he? Stunned, frozen in terror I had just noticed the phone finally stopped ringing. I counted to ten in my head in an attempt to calm myself.
"What do you want?" I asked in a steady voice, although I was scared out of my wits.
"You" he answered as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. Technically it was, but that wasn't the context that I was asking in. I felt the need to clarify.
"Well obviously you want me. What do you want from me?" I asked putting on a brave front. Hell, if he was going to kill me I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me terrified. He chuckled at my question as if it was a joke. Finally he stopped chuckling and said.
"You'll we have to wait and find out now, won't you Isabella" He pushed himself away from the far wall he was leaning against and made his way towards me in a slow seductive manner. Terrified as I was, I found myself drawn to him. What is he doing to me? When he was close enough he lifted his hand and ghosted his warm fingertips over my cheek. Nope definitely not a vampire!
"You are more beautiful than they described" he whispered. I still could not see his face, but his bright green eyes shone like a beacon. Get a grip Bella! Terror overtook as I tried to back away. Suddenly his hand that was touching my cheek disappeared from my sight. In-fact everything disappeared from my sight. I realised that the blackness that covered my view was actually someone's back. Another man, this one was taller than the intruder and wider to with straight dark hair that stopped at his shoulders. He was blocking the other man from trying to touch me. He was protecting me? I'm not sure what possessed me to do so, but I felt the overwhelming need to touch him. I cautiously placed my hand on his shoulder. He was warm, no definitely not a vampire either. What the hell is going on?
"You will not touch her" my protector said.
"Do not tell me what to do" the intruder responded in fury. I saw a flash of movement on my right as my new protector moved so quickly, to stop my intruder coming towards me, that it reminded me of the speed that vampires move at. What the hell are they?
My protector collided with the intruder and loud crashing sound thundered through the room, simultaneously sending me flying backwards through the air, crashing into the my computer desk, I was standing at only moments before. I landed on the desk and felt a sharp pain behind my head. I struggled to keep my eyes open and blinked in an attempt to clear the blurry images in front of me. Eventually I lost the fight to stay awake and surrendered to the darkness.
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