Carlisle's eyes followed the back of Edward untill he went upstair. Then, the phone rang and his wife answered it.
"Honey, it's Chief Swan."
If it's Chief Swan, it means someone died.
"Alright, dear." And he got up and took the receiver. "Dr. Cullen here. Anything going on?"
"Oh, you bet'cha, doctor. Old Bill was found dead by the postman. We need you here at the boathouse."
"I'm coming." And he hung up. Carlisle went to his office and grab his coat and the keys to his Mercedes S55 AMG.
"What's wrong, honey? You look so serious."
"Old Bill died."
"Oh, dear."
"I hope I won't be long. Don't worry," he plant a kiss on her forehead. "I'll come back as soon as I finished." And he went to the garage.
Edward lie back against the trunk of a large pine tree. The weather was better. It wasn't so gloomy today. There were patches of clouds here and there, thin enough for some light to pass through. He saw in a distance Carlisle's car speed through the woods. Some patient in the hospital, he guessed. When the car disappeared around a bent, Edward gather back to his thoughts, Bella.
Bella…even the mere sound of her name seemed like a sniff of the most addictive drug. The touch of her porcelain skin sent shivers down his spine. Her voice easily put him into trances. But everything will lead back to who he really is. He is a vampire. A creature who lives on blood. Fresh blood. She is a human. And the smell of her caused him to lose his control bit by bit. Any day, he could easily seduce her into the woods and attack her. It was too damn easy. The worst part was that she doesn't know what she's doing to him, what she's making him feel or the how she's toturing him just by standing close to him.
Then, he remembered the girl with wings again. He hadn't seen her for a long time. Which Edward don't know if it was good or bad. He didn't tell Carlisle about her. He was too used to solve his problems by himself without the concern of others. Something that Carlisle quite disapprove off. "We are family." That was his reason. Was this what she meant by getting hurt? Because of Bella. If it was, then she was right. Bella was hurting him. He has to stay away from her but he doesn't want too. And he realized, he wants her. More than anything in the world.
Edward realize, Bella Swan was what he has been waiting for his whole life.
Carlisle turned Old Bill's broken neck with his gloved hand. Cause of death: loss of blood. He wasn't killed, he was murdered. By vampires. There were bite marks, slashes and deep cuts everywhere on his body. It was not a sight for the faint-hearted. He probably died about 2 days ago. A look of horror was on Old Bill's face.
"The postman said that letters from 2 days ago was still in the postbox. Said that a foul smell make him enter the boathouse. Then he found Old Bill's body." Chief Swan explained.
"Well, the cause of death was loss of blood. And the story matches since Bill died about 2 days ago." Carlisle stepped away from the body and pulled out the gloves.
"I reckon some wild beast attacked him. What do you think, doc?" ask Bella's father.
A few men came in and put Old Bill's body into a black plastic bag.
"I think you're right." And he left.
Bella looked outside her window. It was late at night and her father hasn't come home yet. Sometimes when something came up, he would call her, telling her he'll be late for a bit. But he didn't called this time. Then she spotted his car coming up the road and she scramble to the front door.
"I was worried."
He came forward and gave her a bear hug. "Sorry, Bells. Something came up."
"But you didn't called." They went into the house and Bella locked the door.
"I forgot. Old Bill was killed. Lots of papers to sign, you know."
Bella kept quiet. He knows Old Bill was her father's dear friend.
"I'm so sorry dad." And she put her hands and her father's shoulder.
"Yeah…after all the wars he been through, never expected him to die attacked by an animal." And he mutterd some inaudible words. "You go and sleep Bells. I'll be alright."
With that, Bella went back to her room. She look outside the window again. And for a second she thought she saw Edward leaning against the lampost, looking straight her. But after blinking again, he disappeared. Bella rubbed her temples and sat on her bed. She couldn't be that obsess over Edward Cullen. Not until she has hallucination! Not that far!
Bella lie on her bed, tears rolling down her eyes. She quickly dried them. Why was she crying? Even though she asked herself, she already knows the answer. She loves Edward Cullen. Every inch of her body ache for him. She cries because as much as she loves him, he doesn't loves her.
Leah turned to the next page of "Vegetables For Vitality". She wants to make used of her time she spends in Forks. And cooking was definitely one of the way. Because she knows she will not have many opportunity of cooking back where she belongs. Then again, she never felt belong there. She much prefers here. Or anywhere she can cook, eat, and sleep without being talked about behind her back. Not that she cared but the fact she will soon take over her mentor, who happens to be the head of the kind she belongs, changes everything.
She wonders what should she cook for dinner tomorrow. But first, poultry, meat, seafood or pasta? Hmm….she had orange-glazed roast pork tenerloin with sweet potatoes, onions, carrots and apples already for dinner today, so what should it be for tomorrow? She decide to try pasta. Now, which pasta? She flipped throught the pasta section. Angel hair with clams and roasted pepper or linguine with shiiake mushrooms, sweet pepper and ham? After 20 minutes, Leah Turner put on her coat and walked to the local hypermarket to get the ingredients for tagliatelle with veggies and blue cheese.
Reaching the hypermarket after 30 minutes of walking, it was not surprising she didn't even broke a sweat. 30 minutes of walking to Leah is almost equivalent to 1 hour of running to any athlete. As she enters through the door, she spotted Bella Swan parked her pick-up truck and the car lot. Not a bad timing, she thought to herself.
She took a basket and head to the dairy section. One of the reason she chose that particular pasta dish was that she never know what blue cheese taste like. And the other one is because the list of ingredient to make that dish was short. Just 6 items.
The first thing she needed was blue cheese. The recipe says try to opt for low fat cheese but when does that matter when she's never going to be fat. She doesn't know what does blue cheese look like and had no idea how the wrapping will look like. Since there was like 20 types of cheese in display, she wasn't going to spend time reading labels, looking for the word "blue cheese". Now was just the opportunity she needs. She saw Bella looking for milk and called out to her.
"Hi, I didn't see you there." She said, coming towards her.
"You came here alone?"
"Yeah, we're out of some household goods and I think dad needs something stong tonight."
"Oh. What happen if you don't mind me asking?"
"One of his closed friends was attacked by a wild animal. He died."
"Oh, my."
"Yeah…I thought maybe I should get him a vodka or something, you know, make him mellow for a bit."
"I'm very sorry to hear about that. Truly, I am."
"Oh, it's ok. I'm sure he'll somehow get over it."
"Is there any wild animals attack before in Forks?"
"I don't know. I'm kinda new here too. But my dad said it was a really stupid death for Old Bill. So I don't think it's common here."
"Alright then. Say, could you show me which is blue cheese?"
Bella took out a block of, presumely blue cheese, from the large variety of cheese.
"There you go."
"Thank you very much."
"Errr…I'm sorry about your parents."
"My parents? Oh, my parents, of course! Oh, it's ok. I'll get over it, I'm sure."
"Listen, if you need any shoulder to complain on or any advice, I'm here. You see, I had my share of that kind of experience too."
"I'll be really grateful for that. But I'm sure I can handle it myself."
"So….who are going to stay with, after the divorce, I mean?"
"Stay with…sorry, I don't think I understand you?"
"Your mom or dad? Who are you going to stay with?"
Leah looked a bit dazed at first. Then as if she finally realised what Bella meant she said, "Oh! Oh! You meant that! Err…you know what, I'm not quite sure."
"Well, it's ok, I guess. Oh, and by the way, I love how you played the piano and you sang beutifully."
"Thank you! I'm totally flattered."
"Well…it's good to get to know you, Leah."
"Yes, I must say indeed."
And with that Bella went away. It was a nice talk, Leah thought to herself. She looked at her list. Just nutmeg, broccoli, taglietelle and cauliflower and she could go home, finished her homework and finally get a good night rest. And meanwhile, maybe she could look for nice clothes to wear. But not accessories though. Leah glanced at her right wrist. On it was a wooden bangle with very detailed carving. When she was bestowed with this bangle, she sworn before her mentor, who was like her father, never to wear another accessories on her body. A vow she has no intention to break.
Leah looked up. She searched for another shopper and asked where pasta products could be found.