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I want to try something different now. I'm going to switch point of views! OH LORDY! OH NOESSSS!

No, but really, it will only be for 500 words or so. Everyone wants to really know what's going' on in that hawt Spanish head of Pablo's, yes? Thanks 8B

Chapter 10

Espana is real

Plat, plat, plat, plat. A million of them were smacking me in the back of the head. Drenching my hair so it fell down in front of my eyes. It was raining harder than what he is was little bit ago yet I couldn't find it in me to get up and go back inside. I'd rather stay out here and keep watch anyway. Leaning back, I rested on the roof of the apartment building, looking up at the gray clouds above from under water-drenched lashes. I felt dead, long gone and cold to everything that had happened this morning.

"Pablo!" She called from the balcony but I held no urge to get up and go to her. She had wounded me, I would admit that. I hadn't expected her innocent question to hurt so much. With hands spread wide like I was on a cross, I took a deep breath and let the water strike me down. Best to let it just fall and take its course. Everything needed to take its course. As I had learned.

"Oh, come on, Pablo! I know you aren't gone. You wouldn't leave me in a place I've never been before to fend for myself," she groaned. I could hear her heart beat from here and the way she shivered and shook before she gave up on me. A resounding click from the balcony latch bounced in my ears yet I wasn't paying attention to anything exactly. Everything seemed so washed away and blurred. I felt like a diver who had just gotten back to the surface of the ocean only to find every person on the boat waiting for him was dead. Or they had just driven away, leaving me in the dark sea with no food, water, or light for that matter.

Crossing my legs and twining my fingers behind my head, I felt unsure of myself. I knew I had caused this all and Bella just happened to get the tickets to Spain during the wrong time. How come every vampire had issues with another? I had no idea yet I couldn't help but want to push the thought from my head only to see a horribly haunted face look back at me from my minds eyes. Camila. The poor soul. Why hadn't I tried?

Swinging upward so fast water flew off me, I looked around nervously. This had happened 15 years ago and I had suppressed the faces and the thoughts for as long as that. What had this girl done to me? She had made me spill all my guts in such a short amount of time and she knew me better than anyone around me except for the few who wanted me dead. Agitated, I pulled my knees and then the rest of my body up so I was in a standing position, looking out over the roof of the building and its neighbors. Something inside my stomach made me nervous. The type of nervous feeling a mouse gets before it sees the snake lunging at it. The nervous that screamed no way out.

How about that huh? Oh well, back to Bella, yes?

I hadn't expected to find all this stuff left behind for anyone to grab and hold and cherish. For a vampire home, no matter if Emilia was insane, they had taken very good care of everything and I was positive I had stumbled into one of the girl's rooms. I didn't know which one but from the arranged stuffed animals, I could best guess it was probably Luisa's. It looked like someone had been in here but only to clean and the small fuzzy companions looked sad and lonely.

Sitting on the bed, I pulled a dog in a vest with plaid pants off the bed and put him in my lap, running my hands over his soft ears and velvet pageboy hat. He smiled happily back at me though it was obvious his worn body had been through a great deal. Perhaps a favorite toy? Something it would be impossible to be without even in eternity? That was when I secretly began thinking about what had happened so far and what I could do with the information I had found.

Sighing, I clung to the little toy, a deep longing in my stomach. Why had I come here? I almost felt like crying. I was in a strange foreign country with no one I knew except for some strange vampire who was obviously trying to save me but wasn't very good at it. My parents had no idea where I was and Edward was probably packing now getting ready to come find me. Plus, I had been drawn into a love war with said vampire and his crazy girlfriend. Then you had the homicidal vampires that were hunting me down at this very moment, which really didn't help. This was hopeless. Lying on my side, I clung to the stuffed animal and curled into a ball around him, screaming and crying my frustrations out into his soft fur.

But slowly, the tears subsided and left me with a feeling of utter numbness before I got up, taking the dog with me, and wandered back into the living room only to find my cell phone sitting on the counter top. Pablo must have went and got it. At least he was good for something. Carefully, I picked it up and examined the numerous flashing lights. Edward. Phil. Edward. Mom. Edward. Charlie. Edward. Emmett. Emmett. Edward. Sighing, I flipped it open and called the first number on the list: Edward.

"Hello," I said, rather hoarsely.

"Jesus Christ Bella, where are you? I've called your parents and everyone and no one knew where you were."

"I'm fine. I went out to get some breakfast," I answered, squeezing the dog against my chest.

"Why didn't you bring your phone?" he asked, suspicion lacing every syllable.

"I forgot it. I'm not used to owning one," I said back, sitting on the couch and kicking off my shoes before crossing my legs Indian style and placing the dog in my lap so he faced the television. I absent-mindedly searched for the remote.

"Oh," he inched along, unsure whether to believe me or not.

"Edward, I have to call Phil and My mom back before they have a fit," I droned, finding it and smiling to myself.

"Alright. Bye Bella," he said and I clipped the phone shut before typing a few quick texts to my mom and Phil and finally Emmett who replied shortly afterward.

-"You make our lives a living hell, girl"

-"Sorry"

-"Edward was having a fit"

-"I thought he would"

-"Where are you?"

-"Promise not to tell?"

-"Depends"

-"I'm hiding out in someone's house"

-"Because?"

-"Psycho vampires attacked my room this morning"

There was a long time with no reply as the weather banged against the windows and drowned out everything even the Spanish sitcom on the TV as they happily chattered about nonsense. I made sure the subtitles rang loud and clear. It took so long I even started to play a game of space invaders on the phone until it vibrated and the window popped up.

-"What? Are you serious? Edward mentioned you were in trouble but didn't say anything about that"

-"Yeah. This chick named Rosa and her two Daughters Emilia and Luisa. Know them?"

Another long pause.

-"Perhaps"

-"That's what I thought. Did you know anything about a Camila?"

-"Umm. Why?"

-"Pablo mentioned her"

-"Pablo? But yeah, she was one of those innocent vampires that were executed for no reason"

-"He is sort of my guardian right now. He's risking his life...majorly"

-"Huh. That's real wise Bella. Trust the strange vampire. But if you think it's okay, go ahead, I won't stop you.

-"But yeah, I don't know if I can't tell Edward"

-"Please try. I don't want him to worry"

-"He always worries, babe"

-"I know. Try?"

-"I'll try."

-"Thanks Emmett"

-"Ok, babe"

I then sat in silence. Until my phone went off again. This was from my mom.

-"Ok, we are eating at the hotel today so do what you want"

-"Thanks"

And no one called me anymore. Leaning my head back against the couches back, I heaved myself upward and down the hall again to a room I hadn't been in yet. Still clinging to the dog, I opened the door and looked in. Switching on the light, I looked in aw. This room was completely different and instead of clean, it had been set into a time lapse.

"Camila's room," said a voice. I jumped anxiously to see Pablo just standing behind my shoulder, damp but not wet. His eyes were brighter; he didn't look near as tired as he had a while ago. I wondered but said nothing as I stepped in, the marble crunching with the dust and rubble.

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