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Sushi
Later on that week and they were sitting in the lounge, David on his chair, Sushi and Jacob on one of the couches and Alice and Andrea on another. The mood was extremely sombre, no one really wanted to make any kind of casual conversation, it didn't really seem appropriate. Andrea looked over at Sushi, who was the main reason why she didn't want to talk, she didn't want to say anything that might make her cry again, since Sunday whenever she looked at her she noted her bloodshot eyes, she'd been crying a lot. There had been times where she'd had a good cry herself, but that was usually when no one else was around, she knew that someone had to seem strong for the rest of them.
It was the little things that made life the hardest, like not hearing Amy moving around in the bedroom above hers, not having her suddenly burst out in a random fact or start correcting one of them when they said something wrong. That had always been amusing, arguing with her when you knew she was right, but just doing it because she'd get more and more frustrated when you didn't listen to her. Sometimes Andrea found herself laughing rather than crying, which definitely wasn't a bad thing.
The doorbell rang then, and looking at David and Sushi, Andrea probably decided that it was best if she went and answered it. She went to the front door and opened it to see Edward standing there. He had a hollow look in his eyes that made Andrea feel rather uncomfortable. She didn't say anything; she just stepped out of the way so that he could come in and go through into the lounge.
"What are you doing here?" Sushi asked him, just as Andrea was shutting the door.
"I came to see how things were here," he said. "I was also wondering what was happening with the funeral,"
"We haven't heard anything about that," Sushi said, shaking her head.
"Then I'll get a hold of her parents, find out the details and then we can make arrangements," he said.
"We should tell the others," Sushi said.
Edward's phone rang then, and he answered it, and then disappeared upstairs, the door shutting behind them. Almost as soon as he left, the doorbell rang and David went to answer it.
"Surely the funeral would have been already," Jacob said.
"I don't think so," Andrea said. "It would take a bit longer than usual, considering the circumstances,"
The door into the lounge opened then and they assumed that it was David, so Andrea kept on talking.
"And surely her parents would get a hold of us to tell us what was going on," she said.
"What funeral?" a disturbingly familiar voice asked, after about a minute. "Did someone die?"
Four sets of eyes flicked to the doorway and then beside David, they saw Amy standing there. She was most definitely alive, though she had a number of healing scrapes and scratches, and she was leaning on a pair of crutches, with a full length brace on her leg. Both Sushi and Andrea jumped to their feet and stared at her, mouths open in disbelief. Amy looked rather confused; she clearly hadn't been expecting that reaction from them.
"Who died?" she asked again. "Guys, tell me what's going on,"
"Amy!" Andrea shouted and then ran over and pulled her into a tight hug.
"Um Andrea, could you be a bit more careful of my leg?" she asked her and then Andrea let go of her, and Amy looked at Sushi, who didn't say anything, and simply fainted.
When Sushi woke back up again, she looked up to see Amy peering at her with a confused expression on her face. "Are you alright?" she asked her. "You look like you've seen a ghost,"
"You're supposed to be dead Amy," David said loudly and Amy just looked at him with a frown on her face.
"What?" she asked loudly. "You all thought I was dead?"
"Yeah, the bus you were on crashed outside of Lawrence," Andrea said.
"Oh I never got on that bus," Amy said. "Probably a good thing too," she laughed to herself.
"I don't know if that's really funny," Jacob pointed out.
"Why didn't you get on the bus?" Sushi asked.
"Oh, because I fell down the stairs coming out of the motel, and managed to shatter my knee-cap," Amy said. "So one knee reconstruction later and here I am, ta-da,"
She waited for some kind of reaction, but no one did anything and Sushi just fainted again, but luckily she was still sitting on the floor so it wasn't so bad. Amy just stood there and nudged her with her foot until she woke up and got back up to her feet.
"Finished?" Amy asked.
"Yeah I think so," Sushi said, and then without warning, hugged her extremely tightly. "You're alive Amy, I love you," she said and then started kissing her cheek.
"Ah Sushi, knee, knee!" Amy said loudly and she quickly let go of her.
"Oh I'm sorry," she said, and then went and sat in the corner with a huge grin on her face.
"Does stuff like this happen around here all the time?" Alice asked from the couch.
There was the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs and then Edward came into the lounge. "Alice, Carlisle wants to know if you're coming home soon," his eyes flicked to Amy then and his expression just went blank. "Carlisle, I have to go, something's come up, I'll explain later,"
When he turned off the phone and put it back in his pocket, Amy laughed. "So I take you're one of the people who thought I was dead," she told him.
There was silence as she waited for him to say something, but he didn't, instead he just stepped forward and kissed her on the lips. After he stepped away Amy just stood there with her mouth open for a long moment before speaking. The others just watched while the two of them stood there for a long moment and Edward lifted a hand to brush it along Amy's cheek, he looked like he was double-checking that she was really there.
"Okay," Amy said, her cheeks reddening. "Hi," she laughed nervously.
"Soooo…" Sushi said from her seat in the corner. "Pie, ay?"
"Wow," Alice said. "Didn't see that one coming, thought I would have,"
"Hey did you still want to go to the movies?" Andrea asked her.
"Okay," Alice said and they both left.
However David was now left in the room with Sushi, who had an almost manic grin on her face and also Jacob and Edward, the latter of whom was looking slightly confused and the former looking rather annoyed.
"Hang on Andrea, I'm coming to the movies with you!" he shouted and then ran out the door.
"I'm just going to get a glass of water," Amy said, and went over to the sink.
"Hey did you still want to do some Chemistry?" Sushi asked Jacob. "We'll go to your place since all your stuff is there,"
"Okay," he said, and they both disappeared out the door.
"Great," Amy said. "I come back from the dead and then they all leave, how wonderful," she paused for a minute. "Okay I think maybe its time to put my things away in my room,"
She pulled her keys out of her pocket and then almost immediately dropped them. Edward moved to help her, but she waved him away and then began to bend over somewhat awkwardly, manoeuvring around her crutches. Then she straightened back up and flinched as there was pain in her right arm. Dropping the crutches, she pulled off the jacket and sighed when she saw the red of blood seeping through the bandage on her arm, not far above her elbow. There had been quite a deep gash on there from her fall, and it had needed stitches, Amy figured that one of them must have broken and the wound opened up again.
Glancing up at Edward, she was about to tell him so when she saw the expression on his face. He looked like he was in intense pain, and had his hand covering his mouth and nose.
"Edward…?" she began feeling confused, but he shook his head.
"I'm sorry, I can't," he said shortly. "Not when it's your blood,"
Before she could say anything else, he disappeared out the door, his hand still covering his mouth and nose, like he was trying not to be sick. Amy was just left standing there in the kitchen, trying to work out his odd behaviour and decide whether she should go to the hospital and get her stitches looked at. But before she did anything, she was going to go and have a sit down; she was having a little bit of trouble processing everything that happened.
Sitting down at the kitchen table, she stared out the window and tried very hard to calm herself down, she was beginning to get slightly panicked. She must have been sitting there for about fifteen minutes when the door opened, making her jump and then she twisted around in the chair to see Carlisle coming into the room.
He stepped into the kitchen to pick up her crutches, which he propped against the kitchen table and Amy was about to ask him what he was doing there when he started speaking. "I was just heading home when Edward showed up and told me to come here, said that you were bleeding,"
"Yeah I think one of my stitches broke," Amy said, indicating to her right arm.
"That's what it looks like," Carlisle agreed, putting down the bag that he was holding on the table and then opening it up. Carefully unwrapping the bandage from her arm, he looked at it for a moment. "A few of your stitches are broken," he told her. "There's quite a bit of blood, how about I fix that up for you?"
A very short while later, and he had the wound on her arm re-stitched and bandaged up once again and was cleaning up after himself.
"Thank-you," Amy said.
"It's no problem," he said. "It's my job after all, fixing people up,"
"What's wrong with Edward?" Amy blurted out, unable to help herself.
"He has a few… issues with blood," Carlisle said, somewhat hesitantly.
"That's not just it, is it?" she asked. "There's something else going on, something that he's not telling me about,"
"Now, I don't think that it's really my place to be telling you about such things," Carlisle said. "I think perhaps you need to talk to Edward, but maybe leave it a day or two before trying to talk to him, he has some things he needs to deal with right now,"
"Okay," Amy said.
"You should get a good night's sleep, you've been through a lot today and you probably need it," he said. "And if you have any more problems, don't hesitate to go to the hospital,"
"I will, thank-you," she told him.
"Oh, and one more thing," he said. "I'm not sure that Edward would tell you this himself, but knowing that you're alive and relatively unharmed means more to him than I think you realise,"
Not sure what to say to that, she just sat there in stunned silence as Carlisle said goodbye to her and then left. She just sat there at the table for a long while before deciding that it was time for her to go to bed.
She didn't sleep well that night, despite being exhausted; she was tossing and turning all night. For some reason she started dreaming about the books she had been reading, about vampires with red eyes, pale skin, and sharp fangs dripping with blood.
Edward was there too, but instead of golden eyes, the eyes that looked at her were as red as blood, and the expression on his face was cold and calculating. He started walking to towards her, pausing briefly to wipe away blood from his mouth. Amy tried to move, but her feet were glued to the ground and she could only stand there while he walked towards her.
Just as he reached his hand out to touch her throat, Amy was woken up by pain shooting her right arm; she must have rolled over to land on it. She sat up in bed, pushing her hair away from the sweaty skin of her forehead, and breathing heavily, trying to quell the panic building up in her chest. Leaning over to her beside table, she shoved her headphones into her ears and then turned on the music quietly and concentrated on the lyrics, trying very hard not to think about anything until she felt tired enough to simply drop off to sleep.
It was hard getting out of bed and getting going in the morning, and especially hard getting around when she was still trying to get used to her crutches. She didn't come back to the flat during the day and instead stayed at university, buying her lunch there. Her lab started at two, and it ended up lasting the whole four hours, her knee started aching shortly into the lab and she was rather uncomfortable.
Finally the lab finished and she headed out onto the street with every intention of heading home, when she spotted a familiar silver car parked on the side of the road. Edward was leaning against one of the doors, looking as impossibly attractive as ever, but a cold chill ran down Amy's spine as she looked at him.
"How's your arm?" he asked her when she moved over to stand in front of him.
"Fine," she said. "Carlisle did a good job stitching it back up again,"
"Good," he said, and then they stood there in silence for a long moment. "We should talk," he said finally.
"Yeah," Amy agreed.
"Should we go for a drive?" he asked her, and she nodded.
Edward opened the door to the car and then took both her bag and crutches off her and put them in the back as Amy got in the passenger's seat. They sat in silence as he drove out of the city on the main road that headed towards Christchurch, Amy staring out the window at the scenery flashing past. She wasn't sure how long they'd been driving, following the main road when he turned off and drove for a short while until parking at a picnic spot on the side of a quiet road.
Without saying a word, Amy got out of the car and walked somewhat awkwardly to stand at the edge of the tussock, staring out at the white capped waves in the fading light. The sea had always been somewhat calming, listening to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore, the sharp smell of the salt carried on the wind.
"So are we going to talk or what?" she asked Edward, who was standing beside her.
"That's why we're here," he said. "I needed to get away from people,"
"Tell me what you are," she said. "I know that there's something going on; I just don't know what it is,"
"Have you ever considered what it would be like if the nightmares were real?" he asked her.
"What nightmares?" she asked him.
"The things that plague humans as they sleep, the things that lurk in shadows and in darkness," he said.
Amy had flashes of sharp fangs, blood-red eyes, pale hands reaching for her throat, but she kept her voice steady as she spoke. "I'm a big girl Edward," she said coolly. "I don't believe in fairy-tales or ghost stories anymore,"
"Maybe you should start," he told her. "There must be things you've noticed, things that don't fit,"
She thought about it for a moment. "I've never seen you eat anything," she said. "You have unnaturally cold and pale skin and strange eyes that change colour. Then the other day…" she trailed off
"Just say it," he said. "Say what I know you're already thinking,"
"No, it's stupid," Amy said. "It doesn't make any sense,"
"I'm a vampire," he said.
She laughed then. "Do you seriously consider me to believe that for even one second?"
Glancing at him, she saw that he had a stony cold expression on his face. "This isn't funny Amy," he told her. "I was going to kill you the other day; do you know how hard it was to walk out that door?"
"I don't believe you," she said, shaking her head.
"I can smell it right now," he said. "The blood pumping through your veins, I can feel the thirst burning my throat,"
"This is some kind of joke," she said, moving away from him slightly. "Well I can tell you now that it's not very funny,"
"This isn't a joke," he said. "Do you seriously think that this is something that I would joke about?"
"Just stop it!" she said loudly. "Stop saying things like that! I don't want to… I can't… it's not true…"
"I'm sorry," he told her, and she glanced over to see him staring out at the ocean.
"You're serious, aren't you?" she asked him. "I should be afraid of you, shouldn't I?"
"Yes," he said, and then she blinked and he wasn't there.
"Edward," she said, and looked around and saw him standing over the other side of the road.
"How did you…?" she began, but he disappeared from view then.
"You don't even have time to react, do you?" he asked, and she flinched and turned to see him standing behind her.
"You…" Amy stopped as he shook his head.
"Hard to comprehend, isn't it?" he asked her, and then disappeared from view again. Amy glanced around wildly and then heard him call out and she looked down towards the beach to see him standing beside a huge boulder that was as almost as high and wide as Edward was tall. As she watched, he sent his fist slamming into it and the rock shattered into thousands of pieces, shards flying everywhere. Then in an instant, he was standing right in front of her, wiping dust from the back of his hand.
She just stared at him with wide eyes. "That shouldn't even be possible," she breathed.
"You definitely believe me now, don't you?" he asked her.
It took her a long moment before she could find any more words, and then she decided to ask a question that was playing on her mind. She was certain that she wasn't going to like the answer, but she had to ask it anyway.
"What did you mean the other day?" she asked him. "When you said that you couldn't deal with my blood, are you the same any time someone bleeds?"
"No," Edward said. "Yours is worse, so much worse," he paused for a long moment. "Everyone now and then, one of us runs into someone like you, someone with blood that has even more allure than everyone else's , blood that is even harder to ignore than normal,"
"What usually happens?" she asked. "When they meet someone with that kind of blood?"
"It's different with all of us, different people appeal," he said. "It's incredibly rare, but I've never heard of it ending well,"
"Has it happened to you before?" she asked him.
"Once before now," Edward said, and she could see the look of pain on his face. "It was a girl; she was about the same age as you are now,"
"What happened to her?" Amy asked him, unable to bite back the question. "Did you…?" she couldn't finish the question.
"I didn't," he said. "I thought I'd never have to meet anyone like her again, that I'd never have to have that amount of self-control. Then you walked into that lab, and I smelt you and I felt like my whole world had been turned upside-down. Talking to you after the lab all I could think about is how easy it would have been to get you alone, you couldn't have done anything…"
"But…" she began and yet again he cut her off, this time with a bitter laugh.
"No Amy," he said, wagging a finger at her. "I could have killed you, and it would have been easy, too easy," he paused. "I've been designed for one thing, and that's hunting humans. Why do you think I look like I do? It's a lure, to draw you in close enough," he stepped around so that he was standing behind her, so close that they were almost touching. "But that wouldn't be necessary, there's no way that you could out run me, no chance of fighting me off, you aren't fast enough, strong enough,"
"You haven't hurt me though," she said.
"No," he agreed. "But that's only because I've managed to control myself, what would happened if I lost control, it would be over before you could even blink,"
Amy knew he was right and with her heart beating wildly, she took a deep shuddering breath, pushing her hands through her hair. "I can't deal with this," she said shaking her head. Then something twigged in her memory. "Jacob knows about you, doesn't he?" Edward nodded. "What about Sushi?"
"She worked it out," he admitted.
"You mean that she knew, and she didn't say anything to me?" she asked, and he didn't say anything, but he didn't need to. "I can't believe this; I just don't know what to do,"
"I should take you home," he said, and then before Amy could say anything else, he walked back over to the car and held open the passenger door for him. Despite the conflict inside her head, that gesture almost made her smile, that even after their discussion; he still held the door open for her, a perfect gentleman as per usual.
She hopped in and he shut it behind her, moving around the car to hop in the driver's seat and he turned the car on and then swiftly reversed onto the road and then started driving. The trip back to Dunedin was as silent as the trip out had been, Amy once again found herself staring out the window at the dark landscape, broken by the lights of the houses along the way and the other cars on the road. Just letting her mind turn blank would have made it all so much easier to deal with but as per usual, Amy couldn't let her mind go blank, she was the sorts of person who always had various thoughts whirling around in her head.
Once they reached the flat, Edward headed up the hill, probably so that she wouldn't have to climb the driveway. He helped her out of the car and grabbed her things and then they stood there in silence, just watching each other for some kind of indication of what might be going through the other person's head.
"I should go and get something to eat," Amy said. "Thank-you for bringing me home," As she said it, she realised that could mean more than one thing and from the tightening of Edward's expression, he probably realised it too.
"Goodnight," he said, and then turned and hopped in his car.
Amy didn't wait for the car to leave; instead she turned and started making her way carefully up the stairs. Once she got inside, she found that the lounge and kitchen were empty, so she organised herself a simple dinner, which she ate and then headed upstairs. She got up to the landing on the top floor just as Sushi and Jacob were coming out Sushi's bedroom door.
"Hey Amy," Sushi said. "Are you okay? You don't look very well, did something happen?"
"I can't believe you knew about him and you didn't tell me," she said, her voice sounding slightly numb and then, without another word, she walked into her bedroom and then shut the door behind her and locked it.
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