Bell decided to start writing in her diary.
Day 2 of the vampire chase.
I don't know what they are waiting for. I'm pretty much a sitting duck. Why don't they just go and get it over with. Are they planning a torture device of some kind? Are they waiting till they can capture me and have there fun?
I'm getting ready to go home right now. I think I'll be safe. They can't get in there. So I'm 99 positive they won't get me today. If I have to I'll just stay inside my house till I die, if that's what it takes. But surely they would have forgotten me by then, or have lost interest. I just don't want my family being brought into this. But since no one has invited them into my house I'm safe.
This morning when I left the hotel I was utterly distress. I didn't know what to do. So I went to the shopping center across from everything, but none ofthe stores had opened yet,except the 24 hour WalMart.
I decided to play it cool and just look calm as I pretended to look at the products. But I hadn't had a change of clothes and I really stank from all the garlic. So I left, kind of embarrassed as a cashier gave me a dirty look. I bought a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. That was the only money I had left.
One of my hotel's check-out times was twelve, so I decided to take a shower and try to be as normal as possible.
As I got into my car I noticed a bunch of rats at my feet. My first reaction was to scream... which I did. My second reaction was to kill them because their faded red eyes alerted me to the fact that they were daemons of the Cullens. So, of course this scared the bejibers out of me and I headed for the only safe spot I knew. (Not my house, that would have been my second choice, but Renee was expecting me later on.) Church.
Even if vampires were invited in here they still couldn't step passed the threshold without being pushed back or burned.
Either I'm hallucinating or I actually saw a black figure roaming outside, but I'm probably just tooparanoid.
Now, I can relax and go home. Home oh that sounds so nice. Food cooked by mom, a couple of kids from the team all worn out and happy. Laughing and stories. Home.
Bell put the note book down and said good-bye to one of the workers at the church that she stayed at that afternoon.
She took a deep breath as she entered her car and almost felt happy and relieved as she headed for her house.
Bell laughed as five extra cars lined the driveway they had.
As she entered her house, kids started chasing each-other around the staircase. By the jubilant faces, Bell could tell they had won the game.
Walking into the kitchen in search of her mother and Phil, she saw Renee hovering over a pot on the stove.
"Hey mom." Bell smiled. Her paranoia left her as she closed the door to the house, behind her.
"Bell!" Her mother practically yelled. "How was Jessica?"
"Great, great. Do you need any help?" She stared at the chaos that was once a clean kitchen.
"Actually, I'm pretty much done here. Dinner should start in about five minutes. But I think Phil wanted to show you the team, I think he's in the dinning hall."
Bell couldn't help but smile as the sounds of children filled her house. None of the houses Bell stayed at were this crowded. Well, actually there has been, but the kids make it sound like there are ten more than there actually is.
There wasn't anybody in the dinning hall so she went to the living room where she heard grown-up voices converse.
"Hey Phil!" Bell smiled at her step-dad. "Or should I say, Coach." She eyed the yellow cap he was still wearing.
Phil smiled back. "We won!" He held up his hands and the kids got a new burst of energy, and started screaming around like little monkeys that got a hold of a barrel of coffee.
"Come here I want to show you the team." Phil guided her further into the living room. "That little one is George." He pointed to the smallest kid in the house, but he ran so fast that Bell's nickname for him would be 'The Blur'. She wanted to say hi, but he was already out of the room. "This is Michael." he pointed to a lanky kid that wasn't participating in the activities as much as his team-mates.
"Hi Michael." Bell smiled at him. He blushed and waved his hands a little.
"This is Richy." Phil pointed to a kid walking slowly with a cup of lemonade in his hands.
Three kids ran into the room and Phil stopped them.
"This is, Sam, Eric, and Leevon." He pointed to each one individually. Leevon stepped out and looked at Bell.
"You're pretty. Want some of my ice-cream?"
Bell smiled and shook her head.
As Phil introduced more kids, Bell noticed that he was doing this more as a run through on all the kids, as if testing himself to see if he knew them all by name.
"Oh! How can I forget! Bell I want you to meet the reason we won today. He came yesterday asking if he could help out. Bell. This kid is great! Ya gotta meet him." He looked over his shoulder into the study. "Edward get in here."
Bell's smiled became plastered on her face, not wanting her smile to disappear too quickly. It just froze, unable to make another emotion come about. She started to look like a loony.
Her heart dropped as paranoia settled in her again.
A bronze head poked out from the room and smiled, at Phil and looked at Bell.
Bell looked down, suddenly very interested with the design of her sneakers.
"Edward. This is my step-daughter Bell. Bell this is the coolest teenager ever, Edward."
"Hello Bell. Nice to meet you." He said calmly and mannerly. "Phil, what I think you meant to say was 'This is the second coolest teenager next to your daughter.' of course. Because anyone as pretty as Bell must be far more superior to someone like me. But thank you all the same Phil. Your complements are far too pleasing and generous." Ohhhhh Edward just had to be so charming.
"Of course. Of course. But as I was saying-... Bell is everything all right?" He just now noticed how pale his great and wonderful step-daughter had become.
Edward's face looked full of sorrow and pain as he looked at Bell's scared face. But it slowly turned to anger and hatred.
"Everything's fine dad. Just peachy." She said through her teeth.
"DINNER'S READY!!" Renee's already loud voice resonated through the house.
Bell quickly paced to the elongated dinner table and sat down near the edge. To her dismay Edward sat across the table from her, staring at her constantly.
It was the strangest thing in the world. Bell stared on as if not actually being there. It was like one big family, or something out of a commercial. Boys yelling and talking to each other across the table, one flustered mom worrying about the rolls being almost burnt. A step-dad laughing and smiling down the table as he ate. A silly girl hardly eating her food. And a gorgeous vampire passing the apple pie. Yup, the typical American household.
An idea flashed into Bell's head and she smiled wickedly. "Mom, how about I go and get the garlic bread for you." She looked at Edward from the corner of her eyes. Agitation flared.
She got up from the table and entered the kitchen looking for the bread that was deeply smothered in garlic butter.
"Oh, honey, I choose not to bring it out. They were too soggy." Renee called from the kitchen.
"Oh, but I'm sure Edward would love it.. Right Edward?" She walked right up to him and basically shoved a slice of bread in his face.
"Isabella! Don't be so rude. I'm sorry Edward. Bell's been in the most peculiar mood today." Renee shot a disapproving look at her daughter, as Edward unclenched his hands from the chair, leaving a huge imprint of his hands. Sweat already started to bead on his forehead.
Bell smiled triumphantly as she sat down and apologized mechanically to Edward.
For the rest of the evening Bell was in a daze, she heard snippets of the conversation going around. Like how, Bell was being very odd. Or how wonderful the boys were... more specifically how wonderful Edward was. Bell gathered that her mom had some sort of fancy for him.
Well, that's just great. Bell thought. My father would rather have him as a child and if my mom was thirty years younger she'd date him, all the while I'm trying not to be eaten by him.
Soon everybody left. Edward stayed a little extra longer to help clean up which, according to Phil, was very gentlemanly of him. But Bell knew better. He was either kissing up to her parents and/or staying with Bell a little extra longer.
A horrible sensation crept into Bell as Edward left.
He can come into her house now anytime he wants to…he'll come tonight…She thought.
Bell was hardly prepared for a vampire invasion. She didn't have anything that would protect her from Edward. She had a bible, but that would only do so much.
Bell got ready for bed, nearly in tears, ready to die.
As she got into the bed she cleared all her thoughts, all her worries and all her strength. The only way to get some sleep. In the process she also pulled down the barrier that made it impossible for the Cullen's to do anything with her mind...
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A/N The next chapter is going to be based on a scene for Vampire Diaries, and I know the weird taking down barrier thing is strange but that has to happen in order for the next chapter to happen. It's gonna be great!
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