A/N: Hey everyone! Here is chapter 9! Edward arrives home … Jup, that describes it very well, lol …

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Edward`s POV

As I took the last corner and our beautiful house came into view, I sighed heavily. My father's slick black Mercedes wasn't in front of the house and the garage door was shut, too. I was lucky. I drove into my parking spot and climbed out of my Volvo. As I opened the front door, I inhaled the scents deeply and discerned that Carlisle really wasn't here yet. The glass front door shut and I entered the kitchen. Nobody was there. Perhaps my father had called anyone from the hospital, to let them know, that we needed privacy …

Good thinking, Dad! He knew that I hated it when I was punished and somebody was in the house.

Bored, I opened the fridge and took out a plastic bag with animal blood. I shoved the door shut again and grabbed my cup from the counter. Hungrily I ripped the bag open with my sharp teeth, that I normally didn`t do and poured the red liquid into the cup. After that I put the rest of the blood back in the fridge and placed the cup in the microwave, which I then started. I went to the opposite black counter, rested my palms on it, jumped backwards up on the wood and waited eagerly for the done signal.

I knew that I couldn't resist my thirst much longer; I needed a drink of blood before my talk with Carlisle. Minutes went by. I sighed and drummed my fingers nervously on the edge of the counter. My black eyes on the rotating cup inside. Just as I had enough waiting and wanted to growl and snarl at the damm machine, the signal echoed through the kitchen. I sniffed and bared my teeth at the mouthwatering smell. I jumped from the counter and with one step was in front of the black microwave; I pulled the little door open and put the cup next to the machine, slammed the door shut again with my elbow, and grinned at the steaming blood in front of me.

As I waited for my drink to cool down, I wondered if I should go into dad's office or not. I shrugged my shoulders at the idea and grabbed the black cup.

I went through the kitchen and entered the living room, and then my gaze went to my new black piano, that stood in the corner next to the wall. Smiling I went over and put my cup on a nearby table. Finally I took my coat off and flung on the couch. Eager to play again, I stretched my slim fingers, sat down on the black leather bench and gave the piano a quick once over.

You are so wonderful … Esme has done a fabulous job!

The black wood shimmered and blinked in the glow of the spotlights from the ceiling. On the surface, not a scratch or a piece of dust, or even a fingerprint could be seen? No, nothing! My father would say, it was ... clinically clean!

Careful I laid my fingers under the piano lid and pushed it up. The black and white keys were flawless and brand new. Beautiful … I love you, you know that? I smiled as I ran my fingers over the keys, careful not to make a sound.

My ten fingers lay on the keys and I closed my eyes. Then I began to play. It had been long time, since I had played; a few days before I broke up with Bella perhaps ... My index finger pushed the white key in the middle a little harder than necessary and I cringed at the sound. I shivered and concentrated again. The song went on.

As I fully sunk into the melody of the song, I heard a car pull up into the driveway of our house and I opened my eyes. From the engine I could tell it was the strong V8 engine of my Father's mercedes. I continued to play. The front door opened and I inhaled my Father's familiar scent. I closed my eyes again and saw an image of my Bella in my mind. Smiling I went on with the lullaby I had composed for her. Then there were footsteps behind me. A key was dropped on the counter in the kitchen, then footsteps again on the wooden floor.

I heard my father pulling his coat off and then his scarf and hanging them in the closet. Then it went silent behind me. "I'm going to change!" He hadn`t said that out loud as not to distract me in my music.

Over my loud playing I nodded my head, to show that I had heard him and moved on with the song. Again I heard his footsteps on the wooden floor and then on the stairs as he marched up.

I didn't have much time now, but I would sit here and play, until dad said something.

My fingers flew over the keys, black, white, black … then I took the left hand away to play the final cord with one hand. It matched perfectly. I grinned. Did I mention that I'm a musical genius? My Mother said that a lot, as did dad. Esme loved showing off with her talented and good looking son. I smiled. She had done that when Bella visited us for the first time …

My Bella, who I'm not allowed to visit for the few next days or weeks even. Shit!

Angrily I smashed my fingers on the keys again and drummed loudly and with increasing frustration on them. I felt my anger rise. Yes I was an idiot! Stupid idiot! I banged again on the white keys and the painful sounds echoed through the whole house. I didn't give a shit!

"Edward! The piano is brand new, remember?"

I winced as I heard dad's angry voice from upstairs. "Sorry, dad!"

My fingers played again, a little bit lower this time. I don't want to disturb dad again, from … from whatever he was doing! I sighed as I realized that I would not play the piano again for a long time – in a sitting position I mean, or without a thick pillow on the bench anyways.

"Coming?" I heard my father in my mind. Yeah, about not sitting anymore ...

I played another second before I shut the lid over the keys and stood up. I grabbed my cup again, swallowed a sip and took it with me to the staircase. Then slowly I climbed the stairs.

As I took the last stair, I saw that his office door was open and light shimmered into the hallway. Slowly I made my way down the hallway, busily trying to get into his mind and to prepare myself for the first question. I groaned as I saw his mental block and realized I wouldn't be able to tell what he was thinking. I entered his office at a human pace and saw Dad sitting behind his large desk. He was wearing a dark sweater and blue jeans and his black shoes. He watched me, as I closed the door behind me. Nobody was home … but he knew that I felt more comfortable, when the room was shut completely to the outside world.

He made a gesture and I sat down on the chair in front of him. I took my cup to my lips, drank a good sip and placed it on the table top – away from me. He didn't like it if I was playing with things, instead of giving him my full attention. Especially when he had such a serious talk in mind!

Dad watched me. He was perhaps processing where he should begin. I knowingly stayed silent. I stared on my hands that lay in my lap. The silence was intense and I hated it! I tried to get into his mind one more time, but he had me shut me out!

Then finally he sat upright, folded his hands on the table and looked me in the eye. He sighed. "Edward, he began, tell me the rule and I mean the first rule you learned from me!"

I felt my gut knot. I am so dead! When my father talked about the rules and wanted me to repeat them to him, then he was even more than mad! I will never sit again when he is through with me …I was screwed!

My nervousness and fear increased. God, I hated the interview part the most. I knew what was coming and what he would do, but the discussion before was the ...

"And look me in the eye, please."

My head shot up at that command. I let go of my fingers and prepared for the answer. "Never put yourself in danger," I said slowly. "Or put yourself in a situation, where you can't get out alive. ... Don't jeopardize yourself for the … coven leader."

Carlisle sighed. "Very good," he answered. It was more sarcasm than praise in his low voice. "I see you do remember this rule." He stretched out his hand over the table and opened his palm. "Give me your cell phone, please."

Another "please!" Did I mention before, that Edward Cullen was a DEAD MAN WALKING?

Confusion etched on my face, as I heard the order, but obeyed. I stood, reached in the pocket of my jeans and fingered the silver mobile, that I didn't use it very much, out. I sat again and placed it in his outstretched hand. My father looked it over and pushed a few buttons. Then he held it up for me to see and our black house phone that was on desk beside him rang.

He shot me a look, before he ended the call. "It's working," he let me know and raised an eyebrow at me. I didn't understood what this was about. Then he dialed a number on the house phone and a second later my cell rang and screen blinked. He took the cell and held it out in front of me, so that I could read the Caller ID: Carlisle calling ...

"And look that's working, too!," he said and hung up. He smashed the house phone on the charging station with a bang! That made me jump. I shivered.

I couldn't say anything. He took my cell again and pushed a few buttons. From my position I could not see what he was doing. A second later he found what he was searching for and looked me in the eye. Then finally, I got it and gulped. My gaze fell on the edge of the desk and then at my hands in my lap. As my family knew about my trip to Italy, my father had called me … Lots of times! And I his beloved son had ignored these calls – on purpose!

He let go off my cell and it dropped onto the desk. I could sense his frustration now. He leaned forward in his chair and his voice was low and dangerous. "Do you even know how many times I had tried to contact you, my dear son?"

"No, sir," I whispered.

He let out an angry growl. "I told you to look at me, Edward!"

I sniffed and urged my head back up to look in those frustrated, angry and disappointed eyes.

"35 times," he answered the question for me. "You will never and I repeat never ignore calls from this family! Especially my calls! Do I make myself clear?"

Now, I felt terrible but I nodded. "Yes Dad, I understand."

Carlisle shook his head and went on. "This was the most dangerous and stupid thing, you have ever done, Edward! What the hell where you thinking. Flying to the Volturi to sacrifice yourself! That was more than stupid!"

Slowly the facade that I had created cracked. I really didn't know if I could hold it up much longer.

Dad turned away from me and stared out of the windows and into the forest. "What do you know? Do you know what Esme said or felt like, as she heard about this plan of yours?"

This question came unexpectedly. I gulped and knew that I couldn't find an answer that would please him. Yes, he was right! I had frightened Mum to death with this, and him too. My gaze dropped to the edge of the desk. I heard his moving in the chair, but couldn't look up. He went on. "She was frightened to death, Edward. She didn't know, if you were still alive or ..." He trailed off. "I am very thankful that Bella was strong enough and able to save you," he whispered and I could sense his sadness.

"You will never go to the Volturi alone again! You will never attempt to end your existence!"

My facade broke … and I felt tears in my eyes.

"I will make sure, that you never do that again, Edward!"

A/N: He made it home before Carlisle, lol … I liked the blood scene, where he wanted to growl at the poor microwave, for taking too long. And the piano play was great, he wanted to cool down by playing but as the thought about Bella be nearly smashed the whole new instrument! Daddy is not happy with his boy :(

I don`t know when I can translate the next chapter, cause I am away this whole weekend from friday till monday and perhaps I give my pc to my big brother for a check over on thursday evening … But I will tell you on my profile :)

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Vanessa