Chapter Seven
Bella POV
I woke up on a couch in a house I'd never seen before. "Hello?" I managed to rasp out. My mouth was completely dry, and my body felt sore, like I'd fallen down a few flights of stairs.
The last thing I remember is walking down the stairs. I wonder how I got here? I began to wonder around the strange house. I vaguely noticed how cheerful looking it was. It was very tiny, but obviously a well loved home. I found a plate of Muffins on the table with a yellow sticky note on top.
Just in case we aren't back in time, please eat these muffins I made for you!
Enjoy Sweetie!
-Emily
"Emily? Who's Emily?" I wondered aloud, as I picked up a muffin and took my first bite.
"I'm Emily." said a slightly accented feminine voice. I whirled around to face her a tall, slim, Quilute woman, no older than 20. Half her face was extraordinarily beautiful, while the other half was marred by three long scars that looked oddly like claw marks.
"Hi." I said looking at the ground as I blushed in embarrassment.
"Umm so I guess we'll just have to wait for my boys to get back then we'll explain everything." She smiled warmly, or rather the unmarred half of her face turned smiled, while the other half remained stuck in a horrified looking grimace.
"So..." I trailed off. Looking around the kitchen. "Is this your house?" I asked her.
"Yeah." She replied as she grabbed her own muffin. "My humble home." She smiled as she bit into the muffin.
"Emily!" A deep masculine voice called from outside the house. I heard what must've been the front door open and several sets of feet trudged into the house.
"Whatcha cookin' Em?" One of the men called.
"Nothin' at the moment Paul, you won't starve in the next twenty minutes." She chided him like a mother does her child.
"Awww, man Em, don't go on a hunger strike again, we're growing boys!" I heard him continue as they began filing in.
There were four of them in total. One of them I knew. Jacob Black.
"Hey Jake." I smiled. He looked at me with a blank look, that was suddenly replaced with a look of extreme anxiety.
"H-hey Bella." He waved from across the room.
"So, I get the feeling, y'all are the ones who took me hostage?" I asked offhand, as I bit into my second muffin.
"Yes, well, introductions first." Emily said cheerily.
"I'm Sam." The oldest looking one said.
"This is Jared, and this is Paul." He continued, gesturing to other two, "And of course, you seem to already know our newest 'pack mate', Jake." He looked down at me. "I wonder how that is?" He asked, in a voice I immediately distrusted.
"Jake and I grew up together. Billy Black was like a second father to me." I replied. "Oh yeah, and I didn't know if y'all knew, it's no longer, Isabella Swan, I'm now know as Isa Whitlock." I smirked. "And I'll be going now." I grabbed another muffin and headed toward the door.
"I'm afraid we can't let you do that." The one called Sam said.
"Watch me bro." I called as I walked out the door.
All of the sudden he was in from of me, arms crossed in front of his chest, and a cocky smirk on his face.
"Dude, for real? What are you a Child of the Moon? Cause I'm not scared Darlin'." I cocked my hip to the side, and folded my arms. "I run with vampires, You don't scare me." I looked directly into his pupils. "Let me pass." I hissed out through my teeth.
His face froze, and then he faltered for just a moment, but that's all I needed.
I took off out the door, I remembered the woods of La Push well, I spend most of my childhood here, and I could still name off most if not all of the landmarks by heart.
I started to see signs of first beach, so I began to head east, I was moving upwind, so I had to most fast, or I'd get caught.
I ran like my life depended on it, which it probably did. I saw the huge oak tree that marked the La Push/Forks border and I felt a rush of lethargy hit my body. 'Not yet, not yet, not yet!' I chanted to myself.
'Just a little bit farther!' A little voice whispered frantically in my head.
"Bells!" I heard my mama yell.
"Jasper!" I screamed. "Bella..." He said flatly. I whipped my head around and spotted him.
"Jasper!" I yelled as I launched myself into his arms. "I guess the dog did his job." He muttered under his breath. "What?" I asked pulling back to look him in the eyes.
His eyes were a feral black, and he looked dangerous, his entire demeanor was different.
"Hello Major." I greeted him.
