..: Here is part two. I felt like separating them because. . .I can. I am exercising my power to do so. Plus, I wanted to apologize now for not fulfilling my promise and getting this chapter out earlier. I've been collecting art (it's my other addiction) for this story and for others that are actually based off my own ideas and getting ready for school. It's been hard to squeeze time for typing this in between school shopping, parties with the Crush, and afternoon bike rides to get back in shape. So. . .yeah. I again, apologize. :..
..: OMG. Someone commented on the whole Doctor Who thing and Edward finding it amusing. Awesome. Thankyou Abasketcase!! And yesh, I will be bringing that up later on as well. I have to. Along with. . .well. . .let's just say Terra and Keith have an odd past time that I feel like exploiting. :..
..: NOW GO CHECK OUT MY OTHER FANFICTION OF TWILIGHT. It's longer, and more creepy, and people seem to like it more. Statistic show - 8 reviews for ONE chapter. . .I'd like to see this story pull that off 0.o Honestly wonder why. . . :..
.: I want to wake up where you are. :.
:.I won't say anything at all. .:
"Morning," he whispered into my ear, practically seconds after I was conscious. I squeezed my eyes tighter, trying to hold onto whatever I had been dreaming of. "Pleasant dreams?" His fingertips traced lightly over my cheek bones, and eye lids, relaxing them in their wake. "They sounded pleasant, at least," he murmured, letting his hand rest in between my breastbones.
I stretched, relenting myself to the day with a yawn, but cut it off with a groan. "Bella, what wrong?" How easily his tone could go from pleasant to stressed.
"Just a little. . .sore," I admitted against my better judgement, trying to snuggle closer into his bare chest. My joints protested my every move, and I accepted that my joints weren't all that were aching.
His breath caught as I said this, and he grew still as a stone. The hand that was resting against my skin turned to a rock as he turned it into a fist. "Badly? The truth Bella," he demanded.
I rolled my eyes, then broke away from him so I could stretch again, pinpointing where the pain was coming from mostly. My shoulder, my back, and. . .well, those were the obvious spots. "I'm a horrible liar Edward. It's not bad, no."
But he still didn't relax.
The covers were drawn up over us, pulled up to my neck. I freed my right arm from underneath him, and started to trace my fingertips along his throat. This was my feeble attempt to distract him away from where his mind was, no doubt regretting last night because I was in pain. And I had been through worse before. This was nothing compared to James, or anything Renee could have put me through.
Lying my cheek against the hollow of his throat, it suddenly dawned on me just how cold it was under the covers with Edward. All body heat I had held from last night was gone, having been sapped away by Edward's body during the night while I slept.
It was hard to roll away from Edward, especially when he was rigid as stone, but I had to. On top of being cold, I was hungry and I needed to get some food around. As I went to get out of bed, Edward cleared his throat and I pulled the covers back to my neck. They hadn't gotten very far down to begin with.
He was looking me over with softer eyes now, obviously seeing that I could function without falling to pieces. "Room. . .service?"
His eyes glanced thoughtfully to the phone on the bed stand that I hadn't noticed before. I saw now that the phone jack had been pulled out of the wall and was coiled neatly on top of the phone. No doubt, both of our cell phones were off as well.
I turned face down into the pillow, exhaling roughly. The taste of the pork chops from last night lingered in my brain, and compared to the stupid room service it was gourmet. I'd rather have Edward pancakes than room service pancakes.
Wouldn't any girl, given the options?
"I like your cooking more. If you don't mind?"
"Really?" I turned my head to see him with one bleary eye. He was propped up on one elbow, looking down on me with a brightened and cheer filled face. Maybe he did have a personality dysfunction like I had pointed out years ago, or maybe vampires just cycled through emotions quicker than humans could.
I couldn't stay focused on his happy face for too long though. The blankets had fallen away from his chest, forced down by a wonderful thing called gravity, and I studied the contours and planes of his chest. They were so smooth, carved by vampire venom that had worked magic like a sculptor did thousands of years ago with Greek marble statues. Flawless.
Memories of last night filled my mind, and I was suddenly very happy Edward couldn't read my mind. Pending on if he saw the flush though, I could bet that he could guess what was going on through my mind.
And what a wonderful night it had been too. . .
"So what's for breakfast?" I grumbled into the pillow, a growl from my stomach breaking off my thought process.
Edward was quiet for a moment, then he spoke, his voice sounding distant. "I'm not sure. What do you want?"
I turned my face again, sure that my blushing was under control along with my thoughts, and saw that he had the refridgorator door opened and was peering inside, his face concentrating on breakfast. He had thrown on a pair of light brown loose pajama pants before I could have blinked, but he had neglected a shirt. Could only wonder why.
"What do we have?"
"Bacon?" His tone rose in his confusion. It was so weird to see Edward like this, unsure of what to do.
"Bacon, eggs, and coffee?" I asked, sitting up but keeping the covers pulled up to my chest with my good hand. "And then what are we going to do? I've heard we have the whole resort to ourselves."
Edward had gotten out what I wanted and was closing the door, gently as to not break it, when he laughed lightly. "That's true. Most of the people here left because of some silly old storm." He turned on the stove and cracked two eggs into a ready pan. "How many eggs, love?"
I thought, then my stomach made the decision for me. "Three. Dippy? With toast?" Now I just felt demanding. But Edward only smiled and complied with pulling out bread from a cabinet and setting two slices into the expensive looking toaster oven.
I watched, amazed that he did it with so much grace and with such fluid like movement, that I forgot I really needed to get dressed. I looked around, spying the duffel bag with the horrible clothing Alice had packed for me, and I decided to take a different route.
"I'll be in the shower if you need me," I said when his back was turned. I grabbed the shirt I had in mind and then a pair of jeans that Alice had packed that looked comfortable and yet slimming at the same time, and hurried into the bathroom.
There, I did take a quick shower, making sure to get the knots out of my hair with the conditioner I had. I skimped on brushing my teeth because I was going to be eating soon, so I simply threw on the clothes I had grabbed.
I gasp when I looked into the mirror however, and saw, across my body, spindly blossoming bruises across my chest, arms, and stomach. I poked one on my right arm, ignoring the pain that was sent from my left, and found it to be a dull throb. All of the bruises were like that. This explained the pain from before. Definitely.
Edward couldn't see this. I mean, he would, eventually since the bruises would take days to heal into a dull yellow and then ultimately fade away, but not now. Not now that I was so happy and he seemed so. . .so. . .pleased.
I'd just let him think that the only injury I had suffered was my arm. Thinking quickly, I opened the medicine cabinet to find it almost bare, containing only motrin, cold medicine, and my pain medication. Edward must have put it there last night or some time when I wasn't looking.
Twisting the cap open, I popped three of the pills into my mouth, the prescribed amount, and put it back. With a sigh, I continued with putting on the rest of my clothes, making sure to cuff the ends of the shirt I had chosen to wear. I had been planning on rolling up the sleeves to make it shorter, but doing so would reveal my contused skin.
Taking a deep breath, to calm my fluttering nerves, I turned the door knob and made my way into the room, beaming.
Edward was sitting at the table, with the news on the hanging Tv in the background, and a book held in front of his face. It was Midsummers Night Dream, I saw as I sat down, and his gaze pulled away from it as soon as I pulled up my chair.
His eyes grew wide with surprise, and I basked in it for the minute or so the shock kept there, on his face. Eventually, he pulled it back into something resembling calm, and spoke in a half musing half strangled tone, "Your food is getting cold."
"Right," I said with a smile, picking up the fork and cutting off a small piece of egg white with the side of it. There were three eggs, perfect, all of them, without any broken yolks at all. Beside them, decorating the sides, were six strips of bacon, three on each side of the plate rim, and they were flanked by the four half slices of toast Edward had made for me.
Such a simple but filling breakfast. The good things in life; breakfast.
The eggs were eggs. I'm not sure if there is any way to make eggs melt in your mouth, but these were better than other eggs I've had before. The bacon wasn't too crispy or crunchy, nor was it too fatty or soft. That kind of bacon actually made me gag when I tried to swallow it, but it was food in the end. Just undercooked food. The toast was also just toast. Edward toast.
I was liking this honeymoon.
"Any particular reason you chose to wear that?" We were walking, side by side, in the resort hall to the game room because I was curious to see what was there. On our way down here we had seen one personal member and she seemed surprised to see us. That was it. There were no other souls here, trapped on the island.
I was willing to be that Mr. Hosler was here somewhere, most likely taking advantage of being the only person at the buffet bar much to Keith's dismay.
It felt kind of eerie. Creepy even. Like that Stephen King book where the family stays for the winter at some old hotel. Those people didn't have Edward at their side, however. I felt safe there, even when yesterday had been filled with the brief amount of terror brought upon by two vampires.
The hall walls were made of glass, along with the ceiling. You could see, outside, the storm raging on. It really just looked like a heavy rainstorm to me. Nothing like hurricane force winds or anything of the like. Just rain.
"Not really," I admitted. "I just didn't like anything Alice had chosen for me to wear, so I chose one of your shirts." I smiled, offhand. "You're not mad, are you?"
He laughed, then continued to wear that crooked smile of his. "Of course not. That does remind me, however. . ." He trailed off, not stopping as he fished his cell phone out of his back pocket.
Edward had changed into a form fitting beige short sleeved sweater and baggy jeans. Not exactly island wear, but if we had no plans to go outside and just stay inside, we needed to be able to brave the AC. Or at least just me.
But I had been right. Edward had turned off the cell phones, probably both mine and his, for last night. He smiled, looking down at me as he put the cell phone back, and then hugged me closer to his body. The game room was in sight now that we were out of the glass hallway. I could hear the stupid game music emanating from our left.
But as soon as he had pocketed the phone, it rang. With an irritated sigh, he stopping this time and got it out, checking to see who it was before. . .clicking it off.
"Edward," I scolded. "Who was it?"
He rolled his eyes, starting off again. "Alice. Right now, I don't feel like being annoyed by something so. . .small. How can something so tiny hold so much annoyance anyway?" he mused, flicking his eyes to me.
I glowered. I liked Alice, despite the fact that she had forced me through the wedding (which I had actually really liked) and on top of the fact that she had packed everything with lace. Nothing practical.
Still, it was mean, and I told him that.
He sighed as the phone rang again, cutting me off before I could say 'mean'. "Fine, I'll answer it this time, if you like. She probably has nothing important to say anyway."
He flipped open the phone, and then winced as I heard Alice scream into the phone. Smiling, for whatever reason that I found this to be funny, I slipped away from under his arm and started making my way to the room.
It wasn't like I was going to be playing games. Edward probably had all the money, and I'd rather not spend it on games, but it would be fun to see what I could attempt to play at. As I rounded the corner, I saw that I wasn't the only person in here, and stopped dead.
I had been wrong about before. Stupidly wrong.
Caitlin was playing a game in the corner, DDR or something, and was actually doing so without looking stupid. I'd seen people play the game before on the board walk in Port Angeles, or even on internet videos, but no one had looked so. . .graceful.
Then it hit me. Caitlin was like. . .was like Jake, in the fact that she could phase into an animal for whatever reason. Her history or story probably followed his closely. The only difference was that she was. . .what? A werecat?
The would explain the teeth and the grace, the fit and the attitude.
As I paused at the doorway, unsure of what to do, she whirled, teeth bared, but then smiled when she saw it was me. "Oh, hey," she sang, jumping off the platform. She let the game go on without her. "What are you doing here?"
I shrugged, taken slightly aback by the silent snarl she had given me. Then again, maybe vampires didn't smell so pleasant to her either. "Wandering with Edward," I answered, looking around the room to feign curiosity.
There was a shooting game, air hockey, several pool tables, and darts. Pacman, racing game, and a few others. The resort wasn't only for grown ups then; kids had to come here as well.
"Oh really?" Caitlin peered around me into the hall, craning her neck, listening. "He sounds angry," she sighed. "I hope he's not. I stopped by earlier to give you the book and to see if you guys needed anything. You were asleep, so he just took it." Blood, just a shade under light pink, was rushing to her face as she said this. I wondered, for a moment, what she had seen.
Then she sniffed, leaning closer. Confusion screwed up her face, and her bright eyes darkened. "Bella?"
I stiffened at the wariness in her voice. What was wrong now? Could she smell the bruises? Was I hurt in more ways than I thought?
Caitlin shook her head, taking a slight step back. "Bella, do you feel okay?"
What? "I feel fine," I said, throughly confused. "Perfect actually. . ." The pain medication from this morning had worked wonders. I was perfectly fine. I couldn't even feel my broken arm when I moved it.
"You sure?" Caitlin asked again, throwing another feverish glance behind me to the hall.
Edward was holding my shoulder, his grip restrained. "Bella."
I rolled my eyes. "What is with the both of you?" I turned to face him, breaking free from his grasp. "Come on. What did Alice say?"
I froze when I saw his expression, trained on Caitlin in horror. "Are you positive?" he whispered. It took a second to realize he was addressing her and not me.
"I. . .you know that's really annoying," she spat in response, and Edward's face darkened a bit. "Bad enough. . .never mind. I don't know. I'm only saying what I noticed."
Edward nodded just once, slightly, then took my good hand and started to tow me away without another word. "Edward," I growled, yanking to back to no avail. "What did Alice say? What's going on?"
We turned from the glass hallway, going toward another lobby. This was a smaller lobby than the main one, but it still led outside. I didn't want to go outside. "We can't get you off the island so they have to treat you here. The only problem is most of the staff has left due to the storm." Under his breath he swore when he tried the doors and found them locked. Were we locked in from all doors?
Behind us, I heard a jangle of keys. "This is ridiculous," I muttered. "What's gotten into both of you?" In truth, I was afraid. What had Alice seen? What was I giving off that was different from when I first saw Caitlin?
"Most doors are locked, sorry," she apologized, opening it up. We were hit with a new wave of water, and she hissed, jumping back into the safety of the building. Edward didn't pause to usher me through, although he did stop to turn around.
"Lloyd, is he coming back?"
Caitlin started to grumble under her breath, and then she pushed herself through into the rain. Cats don't like water much either.
What Lloyd had to do with anything, I'm not sure. We made our way through the pelting rain, for whatever reason, and then we were inside the hospital. It was a rather small and dainty thing, with a heliport that wasn't going to be put to use and probably only five rooms. Last time I had been here it was under the mind numbing affect of Lloyd. (1) I hadn't really gotten a good look at it.
There was a reception desk, but no one was there, and I heard Caitlin mutter something about laziness before dashing into one of the open doored rooms. "Are you going to tell me what's going on?" I pleaded with Edward, desperate to talk to Alice myself. She would tell me and spare my feelings.
Edward looked torn for a moment, then towed me into the room to follow Caitlin. "Should I get them?"
Caitlin shrugged. "Honestly, you seem to know what it is more than me. You're the judge call on that pally."
With a sharp kiss goodbye, Edward was gone in a flash. I blinked, utterly and completely hopeless. "What's going on?" I whined, fear still overwhelming the anger. I was tired of being ignored and on top of that, being the only person who didn't know what was going on even though it was about me.
Caitlin sniffed again, then shook her head. "The scent is lost here amongst the cleaning solutions they use." She was typing something into a computer, the Google logo flashing across the screen. I couldn't see what she was looking up, but it looked like a long medical term. I was about to ask again but she clicked something with a hiss that sounded pleased. "I'm not sure how your. . .Edward knows this, but I can smell the sickness on you." She threw me an apologetic look, like I was supposed to be weirded out by that kind of thing. Maybe, two years ago, I would have. Nothing really surprised me now.
It just figured.
"So I'm sick?" I sighed, flopping into a chair by the door. "And you can smell it?"
"I'm good at that kind of thing, yeah," she said again with a shrug. "Animals normally are," she muttered, more to herself as she typed something else in. "I'm just having problems placing it. Still feeling fine?"
"Perfect," I muttered. Or at least I had been perfect, moments before now. . .
Seriously. It just figures.
:. And I'll do anything you ever dream to be complete. .:
(1) - Damn Alec and him having the same freaking power. Dammit all. . .
..: Song is still 'Slide' by the Googoo Dolls. Hope you liked this. 0.o I was personally hoping this would happen in Breaking Dawn. You'll see why next chapter or so, when Terra goes off on a rambling tangent. Go me! :..
