Blue Belle
Chapter 10
BPOV
I was rather stunned as I stared out of the glass and to the God that stood outside of it.
James would never….
…no body would ever…
….job?
…here?
…who…
…in their right mind?...
It was like that for about ten minutes until I realized that the God had already gone home and James had retired for the night.
Damn.
It's not like I minded the idea of seeing that man more, but to have him caught under James' web of nightmares was something I would want for no one-even someone as evil as James.
That I knew for sure.
James must have been raised by the devil, in hell, where he belongs.
If I ever got out of this purgatory I would kill him. He deserved much more than that, but the world deserved no less that to have rid of people like him.
That's the way it should be.
But, then again, are things ever as they should be?
I knew the answer to that-it was clear, really-but I chose to deny it.
So, under power of the full moon, I was lulled into a rest.
The next morning, I was awakened by the sound of James coming up out of his evil lab and into the main showcase room, where I was.
Stretching, I swam up to the glass to look at the vile man with disgust. I could do nothing about it, not now anyway.
James walked up to me and regarded me with a cold stare and pursed lips.
I stared at him back with as much hate as I could muster.
Hate. I disliked the word, but it was true, I hated James with a fury that we mermaids were taught to avoid.
When we were young, mermaid were taught that hate was a poison that the human nature produced to reek havoc on the world.
Hate was something that we were to only use if it was absolutely deserved.
We were to be fair. It was up to the humans to decide weather to hate our kind or not. Hate was something we mermaid had in us, just as a human does, but hate was never to be released in full. Hate was a retched illness that infected your body and made you do rash and terrible things.
Hate is too easy. Love, love takes courage.
A courage that in me had run dry.
I wanted to regain it, but I was not sure that that was ever going to happen.
Later that day, he came in. I could hear is car pull up, and his whole conversation with James.
He had accepted.
After that, he entered the showroom with a practiced smile on his face, but I could read the anxiousness in his gaze. The nervousness to have this job and to figure me out-and the excitement for the same reasons.
He was afraid of me.
Maybe not me in particular, but the whole idea of what he and to accomplish on his own. What my reaction would be of him-so, really, he was afraid of me.
"Um…hello." He began, his voice a little shaky.
I stared at him for a moment, and after reading his heartfelt intentions decided to wave.
My small gesture must've been enough of an encouragement, because he stepped closer and continued with his introduction.
"My name is Edward."
His simple statement had my mind reeling.
Edward.
My brain mentally repeated it. It had a ring to it that somehow gave me a funny feeling in my stomach, a pleasant one, unlike James.
Actually, other that James, Edward was the first human name that I knew.
It felt good.
Edward, Edward, Edward.
Edward.
I smiled.
Edward stared at me for a while after my smile, then rubbed the back of his neck while shifting his feet anxiously.
"Um, what's your name?"
I thought for a minute. How to tell him?
Oh! I breathed on the glass and wrote BELLA.
"What?"
I looked at it awhile longer and realized I had wrote it in mermaid symbols.
Erasing it, I breathed on the glass again and tried to make a legible BELLA backwards, hoping that he could read it.
Edward took a long exhale, and hearing his breathing falter, I looked up at him, concerned.
He looked awe-stricken.
"Bella….that's a beautiful name."
Well, I thought, easier to write than Isabella.
I smiled, the widest I had in a long, long time.
Woah! Really went to town on that chapter. I just….couldn't stop writing. It was so much fun to write! I hope you enjoyed it!
Thanks for reading!
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-Gracegoddess