CHAPTER SIX
Yet again Edward watched the Swans as they had breakfast. He couldn't help but notice how tired and sore Charlie looked after his night. Edward couldn't help but enjoy the tormented look on his face; hating himself for falling asleep when he was supposed to be protecting his daughter. Edward turned his attention to Bella. She was sitting in silence, eating her breakfast, seemingly unconcerned. He watched her as she stared into her bowl, she had a glass-eyed expression which made Edward wonder if she was aware she was staring. Every now and again Bella moved. It was as though her body knew it was her breakfast, but she was unaware. Whenever she put her spoon in her mouth it took her a while before her mouth responded, realising it had to empty her mouth again. After having removed the spoon from her mouth she chewed slowly, continuing to stare relentlessly into her bowl, vaguely aware that she was eating. Edward couldn't take his eyes off her, not only had he never seen anything like it before, but he had also never been so transfixed by a girl before. He got the sudden need to explore it, but now wasn't the time. It was getting close to the time he needed to hide from the sun. These needs would have to wait, but how long could he wait? Could he last another day? Last night he thought he could, but now he wasn't so sure. He could have id was hungry only for blood, but now he wanted to explore his obsession it was so much harder. In the midst of Edward's chaotic thoughts, he realised that Bella had finally finished her breakfast and was headed towards the door to get in her car and go to school. If he had realised even a moment later, he would not have been able to hide and she would have seen him. Once Bella and her father had left, Edward had the sudden need to hide from the sun in Bella's room. He knew it was a bad idea to immerse himself in her scent, but he couldn't stop himself. The need was too strong.
Edward stayed in Bella's room all day. He didn't really want to be anywhere else, even if he could. The pull towards Bella was getting far too strong. As he waited in her room for her return, Edward could feel himself get hungrier and hungrier. Plans started forming in his head and he knew it had been a bad idea to stay in her room. But it was too late now. He'd fight it of for as long as he could, but his eyes were already red, blood red. He needed to feed and it had to be soon. He heard a car pull up outside the house. Next he heard Charlie's thoughts; apparently Bella's car had broken down so Charlie had driven her home. It was then that Edward noticed the pile of clothing on her bed; she obviously intended to get change. He waited until the door closed behind Bella and her father before walking towards the window, he got halfway there before he realised his feet were carrying him towards Bella's wardrobe. Once realising what he was doing, he was suspended in motion. Mid-step instinct had stopped him. Edward searched his mind, he knew he should get out before he killed the girl and ruined everything. But he was rooted to the spot. As he heard Bella coming up the stairs, he gave p and got in her wardrobe. He despised himself for having such human desires, but couldn't help but admit that having such a clear view through the gaps in the wardrobe doors, and the act he was completely hidden excited him. He stopped breathing while he listened to Bella come up the rest of the stairs and into her room. A vampire is one of the undead; suspended in another life, neither living nor dying but cursed to live forever by feeding off the blood of those inferior to their species, so Edward didn't really need to breath but it was a habit he never really shook. It was strange not to breathe after sending his entire human life doing it through necessity.
When Bella entered her bedroom, she closer her door behind her and headed towards the bed. She took off her school-bag and dropped it at the foot of her bed. She then removed her coat and laid it on her bed – she could easily hang it up on the back of the door on the way downstairs for dinner – she then began stripping off her clothes. She hated wearing the clothes she wore for school once she was home. She liked to change into comfy clothes she knew would only be seen by herself and her father. As Bella stripped she did a weird sort of jiggle. As she slid her top over her head, he dance; it helped her remove her clothing and seemed to give he girl confidence in her own skin. After having removed her top, Bella decided to put music on to dance to. It was obvious from the way she twirled and jiggled around her room that Bella was not a dancer, but she appeared to be a having a lot of fun… until she walked into her bed. After her mishap Bella sheepishly turned her music off and began to take her jeans off. She slowly unbuttoned and unzipped them and slid them down her hips towards her knees. As her jeans reached her knees, she lifted her left leg first to take them off completely. Once they were removed, she walked over to her chest of drawers. She then removed her tights and picked up a purple tub. She unscrewed the lid and walked back to her bed before lifting her right leg onto the side of the bed, before slowly and thoroughly applying cream to her leg. She then repeated it with her left leg before doing the rest of her body. When she was finished, she replaced the tub on her chest of drawers. She then got changed into an old top and joggers and went downstairs for her dinner. After dinner, and when she had done all of the next day's homework, Bella turned her light off and got into bed before drifting off into a dreamless sleep.
Bella was suddenly awoken from her sleep, after feeling an unexpected weight on her chest. She opened her eyes to see a pair of blood-red eyes staring at her, and she screamed.
