Thirteen Days

by Kemq

On Hiatus How long does it take to fall in love? For Bella and Jasper it's 13 days, but will they make it when many are out to stop them and what does Esme have to do with it?

7. Chapter 7

A/N: For complete A/N please refer to chapter 1.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Chapter 7

September 6th

12:00am Saturday

I jumped off the floor running after the pixie bitch to find out just what the fuck she was thinking about. If she thought I was going to fly all the way across the country to New York City for some fucking designer shit for a party Bella doesn't even want, then she is fucking crazy. When I reached the garage I realized her car was still in there, but I didn't see her anywhere. Where the fuck did she go? I exited the garage and scanned the area looking and smelling to see if I could find her, that's when I noticed two figures just in the tree line whispering quiet enough that I couldn't hear there exact words. As I took a step in their direction they stopped talking and pixie bitch headed out of the tree line and the other figure raced off. Who the fuck was that hiding with her? Pixie bitch has some explaining to do and I wasn't letting her go until I had my answers. I stopped her just as she was heading into the garage.

"Who the fuck was that?"

"Jazzy it was just Edward checking in on the party planning."

"Then why the fuck didn't he just come inside and stop calling me Jazzy."

"He didn't want to be away from Bella too long silly" Yes because stalking is not silly at all you dumb bitch.

"Alice what the fuck is going on, I can feel you're emotions and something isn't right. I want answers and I want them now."

"What? Jazzy." Fuck I wish she would stop calling me that. "There is nothing going on, what is wrong with you? You've been acting strange all week." Are you fucking kidding me, she's saying I've been acting strange?

What the fucks wrong with me, hell no. I had finally reached my breaking point and was just about to blow my top at pixie bitch when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I whirled around to see that it was Esme. How the fuck does she keeps sneaking up on me? She smiled at me and then told me that her and Rose were going to New York City too and that we should probably start packing as our flight was leaving in the morning. She squeezed my shoulder and sent some trust my way. Why did she want me to trust her with this?

Pixie bitch had snuck passed as I was talking to Esme which pissed me off even more. I must have been projecting my anger as Esme tightened her grip on my shoulder and told me to trust her that this trip was important and I needed to go. I asked her what was so important in New York City that I needed to go with the three of them. She replied that they were shopping for Bella's birthday outfit and she would just need me there. Fuck, I can't say no to a request from Esme. I agreed to just suck it up and go with. Esme gave me a great big smile and told me to trust her and that it would all work out for the best and to quit swearing so much. As she was heading into the house I called to her and told her I would figure her out, she just smiled then started humming the Mission Impossible theme and sent me a bucket load of mischief. I will get you my pretty and you're little power too. I started chuckling to myself, leave it to Esme to take me from pissed to quoting The Wizard of OZ in 60 seconds. I continued chuckling to myself as I went to pack my bag. I hated leaving, but I figured I'd bring my book and finally get to fucking read it at last.

Packing took me 15 minutes and as our flight was not leaving till 8:00 in the morning I was left with three hours and 45 minutes to kill. I went to put my bag in the car when I noticed the candles were still all over the dining room. Queue the light bulb, I have an idea. I called Emmett down to the dining room and asked if he wanted to help me clean up the candle mess. He looked at me for a second ready to protest until he saw the devious smirk on my face, and that was all it took for him to tell me whatever it was, he was in.

We grabbed some boxes from the garage and started packing up all the candles; we were just about done when Carlisle was walking past the dining room on his way to work. We looked up and we both gave him a big smile which stopped him in his tracks. He studied our faces for about thirty seconds.

"I'm guessing from the looks on your faces that I don't want to know what you're up to, do I?"

Emmett and I looked at each other and even though I hadn't told him what my plan was we looked back at Carlisle and together said, "NO". He chuckled and said he had bail money in his pocket and walked off mumbling about how being the responsible person sucks sometimes. That had Emmett and me busting up.

We loaded all the candles in the two boxes and I told Emmett to follow me out to the garage. I grabbed Rose's blowtorch and told Emmett to grab the box of Esme pint size paint mixing cans and to follow me. He told me he didn't know what I was up to, but that if it involved the need for a blowtorch, then he already loved the idea. I headed off to the forest with Emmett following me right on my heels until we reached the treaty line to the Quileute land.

I set down the boxes and told Emmett my plan. We were going to put the candles in the can, melt them and then launch them into the trees so the dogs could smell that shit for weeks. Emmett was laughing so hard that he fell to the forest floor. When he composed himself enough to stand he held out his fist and told me this is why I'm his favorite brother. That's because Edbitch was his other choice. We did the man fist bump and got to work melting the candles and launching the melted wax into the trees just over the border.

We had just finished launching the last of the candle bombs when we heard the sound of paws running in our direction. We looked at each other, grabbed the blowtorch and high tailed it out of there laughing our asses off all the way home. The mutts were going to be stuck smelling nasty mixed up candle scents for weeks, and let me tell you that shit fucking stunk when we mixed them all up.

We were met in the garage by Esme leaning on the doorframe with her arms crossed and one eyebrow raised.

"Do I even want to know why you have a blowtorch and all the candles are missing?"

We looked at each other and again said in unison "NO". She chuckled and said we were leaving in 15 minutes and headed back into the house. Emmett turned to me and asked, "Did Esme just mumble that the dogs are going to be pissed?"

I looked at him dumbfounded and then explained my theory about Esme having a mom-a-son super power.

Rose entered the garage ten minutes later followed by Esme. They were both carrying two bags a piece. Pixie bitch entered and asked Emmett and myself to get her luggage from the hall for her. Great now you're thinking I'm a fucking Jerry Lewis bellhop want to be, you bitch. When we saw the eight bags in the hallway, I was floored, we were only going for two fucking days. What the fuck does she need all this crap for? I carried four of the bags and asked her what the hell was in all these and did she really need all the junk. She was making it very hard to not swear. She raised her eyebrow and told me that she didn't know what outfit would be best for the weather in New York and she needed to be prepared. What the fuck, she sees the future and doesn't know the weather forecast? I was about to call her on it when Emmett said that we would need to take the Jeep because the entire luggage set would not fit in Rose's BMW. It took us ten minutes to arrange the entire luggage set so that the five of us could fit in the Jeep. Emmett insisted on dropping us off so his Jeep wouldn't have to be lonely in the airport parking garage for two days. I swear he would love the Jeep more than Rose if he ever found a way to have sex with it.

With Emmett's crazy driving skills we made it to the airport by 7:00 am. After 30 minutes of listening to pixie bitch, bitch about how she needed all eight bags and two to carry on, I intervened. I only had my book so I said I would take one carryon for her and I paid the 300 dollars per bag for the other six bags she had to fucking have. Man she is so fucking high maintenance, how have I put up with this for so long? We finally made it to our gate and of course pixie bitch had to sit in the VIP lounge even though it was only ten minutes until we started boarding. I pointed this out to her and she huffed and grabbed both of her carryon bags and went to the lounge by herself. By the time we were in the air I was already sick of hearing pixie bitches voice talking about all the shops she wanted to hit and the things she just had to have. Thank fuck I don't have to pay the bill, poor Carlisle might have to get a second job. My mind then wandered to thoughts of what jobs my family might have if they couldn't use their education. I was so lost in thought that I didn't even realize that the plane was landing until I felt the jarring bump of the wheel's hitting the runway. Note to self, fill Emmett in on my job picks for the family. I exited the flight laughing to myself.

The plane landed at 12:00 pm, but by the time we got all the fucking luggage from baggage claim and the extra taxi cab so pixie bitch could have her fucking luggage, it was 2:00 pm when we pulled up to some fancy hotel with a French pansy ass name. In true pixie bitch fashion she had reserved the pent house suite for us. Just once I'd like to stay at a motel 8, I bet they are sleazy enough to have a porn channel. I caught Esme peeking at me out of the corner of her eye with a smirk on her face. Oops forgot about her mom-a-son power, wonder if it includes mind reading. I heard her whisper no as we exited the elevator. Damn that woman is sneaky.

I took pity on the bellhop and helped him get the luggage in the room adding a healthy tip in the process, I realized that the girls had already changed and were ready to hit the shops. Fuck say let's shop and they take 30 seconds to get ready, instead of two hours. I'm so telling the guys about this fact. So we were off to find an outfit for Bella, however I am a man and did try to get out of shopping with them. Too bad vampires can't get the Ebola virus.

I was already bored out of my skull and we had only been at it for one hour. My mind drifted to Bella after pixie bitch held up the most hideous green dress thing with lace and ruffles. I had made a gagging sound that the pixie bitch heard and she told me that since my fashion sense was so much better then hers that why don't I just pick out the outfit. You're on bitch, I'll at least get her something she'll like. I told her fine I fucking would and it'd be better then that green thing. As I left her fuming in the aisle I went to search the store for something she would like. How hard could it fucking be right?

What the fuck is wrong with women? I mean really black is black right. However when I asked the sales clerk to show me were the black cocktail dresses were, she asked me what color black I wanted, and that's how it began. Fucking store after store of stupid dresses in different shades of colors and some in shades I didn't even know existed; lined wall after wall of each store we went to. It was fucking ridiculous, even the store that had dresses only had so many shades of black that I lost count after 20. I swear I'll burn all her credit cards if she smirks at me once more. Pixie bitch had taken to smirking at me after hour three and by hour six, I was ready to torch her ass. I had tried to picture Bella Angel in any of the dresses I saw, but none of them looked right. Bella Angel is just not a dress kind of woman. Sure she looked beautiful when she dressed up, but there was always a slight grimace on her face and she always felt uncomfortable. Would it be so horrible to let her wear jeans and a nice sweater, it's her birthday party? If it hadn't been for Esme and Rose jumping in between me and pixie bitch after voicing that statement I'm sure I would have needed that bail money Carlisle said he had. People tend to call the police if you launch your wife like a javelin through the front window of an upscale boutique. I was raised to respect your wife, but every man has his breaking point and pixie bitch just keeps pushing me to mine. I'm beginning to wonder if she's fucking doing it on purpose these days.

After our little altercation in the store, Esme took pity on me and sent me back to the hotel. Seven hours of shopping is just too fucking much to expect of a man. Unless you're Edbitch, he's all types of pansy. I headed straight for the shower once I was in the room and turned the water on hot not even brothering to touch the cold dial. I was so stressed out by the entire damn shopping and her fucking attitude that I stayed in the shower even when I heard the girl's return. I kept trying to stop thinking of the pixie bitch, but I have reached my limit of just how much crap I'm willing to take. It's been 12 years since pixie bitch and I had our first fight and it's been downhill ever since.

***Flash Back***

Siberia

12 years earlier

It's been three weeks since my slip up and the resulting move to Siberia. We had been living in a small town called Webster Lake City in the upper part of Maine. It was a great location as the town bordered the Baxter State Park. The wildlife was plentiful and the weather was almost always overcast. We had lived there for three years and I was once again a senior at Webster high school. Our biology class was taking a two day camping trip to the state park for our final project of the year. Emmett, Rose and myself were all required to attend or we would receive a failing grade and need to attend summer school.

I had argued with Carlisle that this was a bad idea and that we should be excused from going under medical reasons. I argued that there would be too much risk of being found out if we were forced to be in close contact with the humans for such a long period of time. Esme had taken my side agreeing that there was too much chance for the humans to question our odd eating behaviors and other human moments we would need to partake in. Carlisle was up till that point agreeing that perhaps it would be best for us to stay home until Alice piped up saying that the humans would be more suspicious if we didn't go and that she saw no problems happening on the trip.

I had continued to fight that this was a bad idea, but in the end I had lost and even with Esme on my side Carlisle made the decision that we were going. I spent the night before the trip hunting until I felt sick to my stomach. Rose and Emmett told me they would help me and not let anything bad happen, but even that could not shake the bad feeling that pledged my mind.

It was a four hour bus ride and then a five mile hike through the park, but we were told that the hike would be on mapped and well used trails. Emmett and Rose had to constantly remind me to stop projecting my anxiety as the students near us were getting fidgety and scared. For us the hike was nothing, but every time one of the humans stumbled or fell I held my breath praying that blood would not be spilled. That was my fear all along that if one of the kids became hurt, how was I going to explain running off in the woods or killing them if they were too close? I kept reminding myself that Alice said everything would be fine and I knew that she would never let anything happen to me. So with thoughts of my wife and my love for her in my mind I prepared myself to maintain control.

We made it to the camp site with only a few students falling, but no blood was spilled. We set up our tents away from the others, but close enough to maintain the pretence of wanting to be here. After everyone was settled in and we pretended to eat our lunch the teacher's divided us up into groups of four and with a map and a compass we were to follow the course mapped out and retrieve the flag at the end. Apparently the rangers had set everything up the previous day and had mapped out the course differently because there had been some heavy rain storms the night before and a few paths were still flooded and a couple of bridges were also under water.

Emmett, Rose and I were put in separate groups and my fear actually spiked so high that Rose had to partly rip off my finger for me to snap out of it and calm down. I was terrified that with them in different groups that if something happened there was no one to stop me. With a last look to Emmett and Rose my group set off on our hike to retrieve our flag.

I had been placed in a group with Tony the jerk and running back for the football team, Paul the AV nerd, and Carol who was just a nice average girl. Tony had of course taken the role of leader and herded off yelling at us to keep up. About an hour in we came to the fork in the trail and Tony decided that we were going to take the original path to save time. Paul argued that the rangers had changed the course for our safety and that we should follow the mapped out course. The boys argued for about ten minutes, until Tony put his arm around Carol and asked in what I assume was his sexy voice, if she wanted to go his way. Needless to say we headed off on the original path.

30 minuets later and we found ourselves at the bridge or I should say the underwater bridge. Tony not wanting to look foolish insisted that we could make it across just fine. Paul argued that we should head back and go the way we were supposed to. I figured that since they were both too scared to ask my opinion that I would sit on a rock by the bridge and let them have it out themselves. That's when all hell decided to break lose and everything went to shit.

Paul yelled at Tony telling him to stop being a dumb jock. That's when Tony lost his cool and pushed Paul. He started to fall backwards and when he went to grab the bridge to support himself, he found the only rusty nail sticking up. I heard his skin ripping and then was hit with the smell of deliciously sweet blood. My mouth instantly filled with venom and as Paul landed in my arms my teeth sunk into his neck. I had him drained in under a minute and as I removed my teeth from his neck my senses came slamming back to me. The first thing I remembered was the ear splitting scream of Carol and Tony yelling for her to run.

I was terrified and didn't know what to do. I had just killed a human, drained him dry and to make matters worse I now had two human witnesses. I was trying to think of what to do, but Carol's screams were all I could hear. I needed her to shut-up and to shut-up now. I was afraid that one of the other groups was close and could hear her screams. I had only meant to cover her mouth, but in my panicked state I used too much force and ended up breaking her nose and jaw. As the blood came pouring out of her nose, I knew I had no choice, but to kill the two teens and somehow stage an accident. I quickly drained Carol and then turned my attrition to Tony who was struggling to make his way across the water logged bridge. I took two steps and jumped right in front of him on the bridge, but with the bridge being old and now soaked through, we went crashing through it and ended up in the river. With Tony flailing around like a fish, I dragged him to shore and had him drained in less then a minute. My mind was in overdrive trying to come up with a plan when I realized that using the bridge was perfect. I took Tony's body and made it look like he impaled his neck on a piece of the bridge so my teeth marks couldn't be seen, I took Paul and did the similar, but broke his neck, too. I took Carol and dragged her down the river a little ways and impaled her on a sharp tree stump sticking out of the water. Making sure that each injury look believable to account for the blood loss and that the bridge looked like we all fell. When it was all set I headed on my way back to camp.

I walked at a slow human pace using the time to create the most believable story. My hope was that people would believe that we decided to take the shortcut so we could be the first ones back and as we were crossing the bridge Tony and Paul fell through and Carol and I fell over when the railing gave way. I being stronger then Carol managed to swim to shore, but unfortunately Carol was unable to and last I saw she was swept under the water. Not knowing what to do I just started running back to camp to get help. Now I just needed to put my game face on and pretend to look freaked out.

My plan was working perfectly. The rangers were buying me being so freaked out that I wouldn't let anyone other than my father touch me. I was taken to the ranger station and listened as they called Carlisle to come see me and that I refused to leave without my siblings. Rose and Emmett arrived about two hours after I was brought to the ranger station and even though they knew by my eyes that something happened, they played the concerned sibling act perfectly.

I had figured that by the time Carlisle made it here that the bodies would be found and the morning would start. We would stay for a bit, but then move saying I was still too shook up to remain. I knew that the family would be pissed, but figured that once they heard what happened that they would understand. Carlisle arrived and we took the long journey home with me explaining what happened. I felt disappointment coming from them, but also acceptance and understanding. I felt the same from Esme when I told her the story, too. Edward was pissed as usual, but Alice shocked me the most as she was just as pissed as Edward. I questioned her about her feelings and that she had told us that everything would be fine, but in the end she was pissed because of my slip up or major fuck up as she called it.

Turns out that nothing was fine. I didn't count on the current being so strong. It seems that when the rangers got to the spot the bodies were gone and a massive search effort was underway. They were hoping that because I made it to shore that the others might have made it too. It was a downhill domino effect from then on.

The rangers called the police, the police called the state police, the state police called the state guard, the state guard called on the local media; the local media went statewide and then went national. Within two days we had reporters camped out on our lawn looking for an interview from the Baxter park survivor. Fortunately Carlisle was able to convince the authorities that my health was in danger due to all the stress and allowed us to visit relatives in Iowa; we went to Siberia and had to hide out for 9 years.

***End Flash Back***

If I had to pick a time that our relationship started its downward spiral; that would be it. She never forgave me for that fuck up. I was brought out of my memories by Esme knocking on the bathroom door. She said the girls wanted to hit a new dance club and wanted to know if I would join them. I politely declined saying my throwing arm was acting up. I felt confusion coming from pixie bitch and Rose, but understanding coming from Esme. She opened the door a crack and poked her head around the door and when I looked around the shower curtain, she just winked at me and blasted me with amusement before heading out with the girls. She would make a bundle with a 1-800 fortune teller line.

By the time I was out of the shower and dressed, I realized it was almost midnight. I also realized that I would finally be able to read my fucking book and not worry that the pixie bitch would need me for another stupid task. I headed to find pixie bitch bag and settle down with my book.

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