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They all looked shocked. I laughed and laughed, wiping tears out of my eyes.
"Did you honestly think you could do what you want to do, to me?" I asked. They were silent, staring at the freak show that was in front of them. "Oh my gods," I said quietly looking at them in wonder, "why didn't I just blow you all up when I had the chance? How can you then try to rape me?" I asked. They stayed silent, probably wondering why I was saying those things, but the anger boiled up in me so strongly. For the good of humanity Meda, I thought bitterly. You had to save them. It was your responsibility.
One advanced toward me and I punched him in the neck. I learned years ago not to hit someone's face, the bones would hurt you. The soft neck often hurt more because then they had trouble breathing. He went down and the other guys backed off when they saw the look on my face. I stood there, over the body of the wheezing man, and I felt so empty inside.
"Meda!" I heard my name is called. I turned around and saw Edward walking smoothly towards me. Smile, friendly, I told myself, ignoring the loud breathing of the man.
"Hey, didn't know you were here," I said as he caught up to me. He suddenly grabbed my arm and was marching away from the place where the men had cornered me.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yes," I answered. "Are you?"
"No. please do me a favor and distract me," he said stiffly.
"You should calm yourself." I said.
He laughed without humor, and kept walking until we reached a silver Volvo, and he opened the door for me. I climbed in, (in hindsight, it was thoughtless) and he was on the other side and starting the engine in what seemed like less than a second. He drove like a maniac through the streets, and I realized after a minute that he was going to the restaurant Jessica and Angela and I agreed to meet at. I wondered how he knew that, and decided that today, I would pry the answers to the questions I have out of him.
He opened the door for me, and I climbed out of the car cautiously. "What are you doing?"
"Taking you to dinner," he said with a dry smile.
Shiiiiit. Did he expect me to kill someone and drink their blood? Did I need to give him my blood to drink? He motioned to the restaurant and I was glad it was normal eating. Jessica and Angela stepped out of the door at that moment and took a double take when they saw who I was with.
"Where have you been?" Jessica demanded.
"I got lost, and then I ran into Edward," I lied smoothly. She seemed to believe it, and Edward then said something about making sure I eat. Jessica and Angela agreed to go, and have Edward drive me back. He ushered me into the restaurant. Because it was a weekday, it was pretty empty.
The waitress was very flustered as she took us to our seats. I wondered why I couldn't be like that when I was in the presence of his gorgeousness. He smiled when she showed us to our seats, and she was mumbling incoherent words as she walked away. I felt sorry for her. I was glad though, that his beauty did not do that to me. I would never want to show such weakness. He insisted that I order something, so I ordered a coke and mushroom ravioli when the server came out. The server was also female, and was…dazzled; there was no other word for it, really, by Edward's beauty.
I put my palms together and rested my chin on my thumbs. I was wondering what to say. I opened my mouth, really just going to say "boo! Vampire!" but I had a feeling that that wouldn't go over so well. Instead, I put my hands down and asked, "How was your weekend?"
"Interesting," he said with a smile. He looked devastating when he smiled. "We went camping all weekend, and when we came home, we found that somebody threw a rock in one of our windows. They even left an apology note in the front door, surprisingly."
I carefully kept my face blank, but on the inside I was having a minor meltdown. So it was his house I crashed through. But what was I supposed to say? "Hey I just wanted to let you know I somersaulted through your window when I was fighting a mythical monster!" I tried to push the thought out of my mind. If you can convince yourself it never happened, it made lying easier because you think it's somehow the truth.
"That was nice of them. I hope they didn't cause too much damage," I said.
"They didn't. Actually, we never found the rock. They must have picked it up or something," he seemed worried.
"Maybe it was a wizard. Harry potter style wizard," I said.
He just stared at me.
"What?" I asked. It was making me mildly uncomfortable.
"I'm waiting for you to go into shock," he admitted after a couple seconds.
"Oh please, don't think too poorly of me," I said. "I've been through worse. When I was younger, all of the older kids would set up fights between the younger kids and bet on who would win."
He looked vaguely disgusted. "That's horrible."
"Well after a while let's just say people learned to bet on me," I said, staring at him. He should know that I'm not weak.
The cokes and my meal arrived and he stared at me. The food smelled really delicious, and I started eating.
"I do have questions, you know." I said.
"Go ahead," his voice was steady and measured.
"Why are you in
port Angeles?" I asked.
"next." He said.
I stared at him, making sure that he knew that I wouldn't budge until I got my information.
"I followed you," he said on a sigh.
"Why?" I asked.
"I worry about you," he said after some time.
I was puzzled. Why would anyone worry about me? I could fight, verbally and physically, I was strong, I could take care of myself. My stomach dropped as I realized that this may complicate the hope I had for joining the huntresses.
"You eat, and I'll talk," he said. I put ravioli into my mouth and motioned him to continue.
"It's difficult, keeping tabs on you. I can usually find someone easily once I've listened to their mind before. Yes, I can read minds," he added as an afterthought. I immediately thought of every single curse word, Greek and English that I knew.
"When I realized you left Jessica and Angela, I went to the bookstore I saw in her head, but you weren't there. Then I heard what they were thinking." He stopped there, looking at me. "What did you mean about blowing them up?" he asked after a while.
"Why don't you read my mind?" I asked.
"I can't. You or your brother's. They're both completely silent to me." He said. I wondered if it was because I'm a half blood.
"Has that ever happened before?" I asked.
"No," he said. "Are you ready to go home?" he asked.
I nodded, and drank the last of the coke. He paid, and I got up and followed him to his car. He opened the passenger door for me, and I stared at him until he got the hint and went to the driver's side. I slammed the door shut, opened it again, and got in. he was laughing as I buckled my seatbelt.
"I still have more, you know." I said.
He nodded, and didn't seem pleased.
