Dearly Devoted

Chapter Nine

-Theories-

I awoke to nothing but darkness, only a slight light that was peeking in through the crack of the blinds on the window from the moon. Or was it the sun? I didn't know much, only that I was in a strange place underneath the covers of a very comfortable bed, no one but me around. I pulled myself up in to a sitting position, the memories of what had happened how ever long ago it was passing through my head. To think that I would probably have been shaken up to the point of a mental breakdown, but I felt fine. Normal. As is nothing had even had ever happened to me. I felt calm and relaxed and safe.

I pushed the covers off me and swung my legs around on to one side of the bed, trying to climb out. The springs squeaked loudly as I stood. I began walking to the door, the floorboards creaking with each step that I took. I needed to find out where the hell I was, and the only way to do that was to get myself up and face it head on.

I reached out to the door knob, only to have it whisked away from me before I could even get my hand around the knob. The door was being pulled open and I stumbled back as the person who was entering came inside with me.

He was a man, a few years older than myself. He was beautiful. Like Cullen beautiful. But they and he hadn't come in to my mind as I drank in the sight of this new person. His skin was pale like chalk with long, blonde hair pulled back and tied up tightly behind his head. Red eyes were penetrating through me.

"Um, hello?" I said to him.

He smiled at me. His lips were quirked in a charmingly twisted way. His teeth were white and shiny like a toothpaste ad. "Hello," he said back. His voice was thick, seducing, and deep, "I'm glad to see that you are awake. You've been out of it for quite some time now."

A thousand questions popped up in my mind. "How long is quite some time now, exactly?"

"Only a little over two days. You hit your head pretty hard."

That's wonderful. "And you are?"

He chuckled. "My name is James."

Things stayed silent. I had been trying to analyze this in my head now. First off, the king of douche bags, Edward Cullen, didn't show up for our... date. Secondly, I disregarded Charlie and left the house against my punishment to head up in to Port Angeles by myself. Thirdly, I was attacked and this close to being raped by a couple of thugs. And now, I'm standing in a strange room with a man, a very good looking man, who I did not know in a place where I had no idea where it was.

"So it was you who rescued me, was it?"

He raised and eyebrow. "Is that a problem?"

"No, no. I just – thank you," I said.

I spent the rest of the day talking over things with James. He had a great sense of humor, it was like he was able to get inside of my head and figure me out.

He placed a hand on my cheek and ran his fingertips down my cheek, to my chin and gave me a soft smile. I shivered a bit at his touch, his hand was freezing cold. "Whats the matter?" he asked me.

"Your freezing," I told him.

He retracted his hand from my fave and gave a sad smile. "Yes," he said, "all people that are of my kind are affected by that."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Your kind?"

"Hypoglycemics. I have really poor blood sugar. Not always the best."

Hypoglycemia. I thought back to him. Did I ever consider Hypoglycemia as a reason why he is like he really is. Are all the Cullens are Hypoglycemic? If so, why are they all keeping it such a big secret? It just doesn't add up. They don't eat. Wouldn't they have to eat if they were?

I sighed loudly and looked down.

"Whats wrong?" James asked me.

I don't know what compelled me to do it, I just felt the need to tell him everything as soon as I looked right in to his eyes.

"I'm just thinking of somebody."

"Girlfriend?"

I laughed bitterly. "I wish. Somehow I think it would be much easier to deal with."

We stayed silent until I had started speaking again. "I grew up in the city. London, to be exact. I thought I had my life together. Then I move to America and everything just falls apart. Thought I move in with my dad, get to know him better, and live. Then I meet this person, this one person, and I start questioning everything, even myself."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not who I thought I was. Moving to America was really bittersweet. I never would have discovered who I am if I didn't move here, however with finding who I am everything had become complicated... unexplainable even."

I kept talking and talking, spilling everything that happened since I got off the plane. Every thought, every feeling, every problem that I came across.

I told him about the Cullen family. My curiosity and suspicion of them all.

The guilt of hurting the people that I did.

The relief of accepting myself.

Then the subject of Edward came up. I started choking up a bit, easily heard in my voice but I kept it all on the inside. I told James about how he asked me on a date, and then stood me up completely. How angry and hurt I felt by it and going off on my own.

When I finished I looked up at him. I mean really looked at him and compared him to every

If the Cullen Family are vampires, then he must be one too. The all are just so similar that it cannot be a coincidence.

"Is everything okay?" he snapped me out of my thoughts. I realized I had been staring at him.

I nodded and swallowed the spit in my mouth. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just really think I should be getting home now. Do you mind telling me where we are, exactly?"

He kept on smiling at me. "We're just a little outside of Port Angeles."

I stood up and started walking to the door. "Thanks for saving my life and everything. I'll see you around, maybe." And I took off, barely listen to the faint goodby from the room. I ran out of a small cabin and straight in to the woods not knowing where I was going.

I wandered around for hours, eventually making my way back to a road. It was nearing night time and the temperature had dropped significantly. Did you ever have one of those times were you felt like your life had turned in to a horror movie? Here I am, the kind of sweet boy who is wandering down a street. Aren't they usually second to die? You know, a couple of days after some little blonde girl with light skin who had been wandering the forest for no apparent reason.

Wasn't that what happened to Paris Hilton in the remake of House of Wax?

Well, whatever. Point is that I have no clue where I am and officially creep out. I have got to stop watching horror movies. They make me all paranoid.

I had finally found some sort of civilization when the sky was pitch black. Port Angeles was illuminated with the tall street lights that were lined up.

Luckily there was a small gas station located on the outskirts of the city. A gas station with a payphone. An old man with wrinkly brown skin stood at the counter with a frown set on his face. A few points of his teeth were sticking out of his lips. He looked me dead in the eye. They were a dull brown and lifeless. Like all the meaning he had was gone completely. "What do ya want kid?" he asked me. His voice was scratchy like he had been smoking for a majority of his life.

"Um, hi," I said in a smallish voice, "I've been kind of wandering around on the roads for a while. I was just, I'm wondering if-"

"Spit it out boy!"

"Can you spare some change," wow, I sound like a hobo, "so I can call my father to come and get me."

He gave me a once-over look as I studied his face. The cheek below his left eye kept on twitching. "Ya look familiar. Have you ever been around these part before?"

"No, not really."

"Aye, then."

"Can I have some change or not?"

He ended up giving me seventy five cents. I felt his eyes on me, watching me as I went outside to use the phone.

I inserted all the change in to the little slot and pressed down the numbers desired. It rang several times before the voice that I never thought to be so happy to hear.

"Hello" his voice rang out. It sounded tired and overworked, like he's been up for days. "Hello?" he repeated.

"Dad?"

I am so sorry. I just didn't know what to do with this chapter. Damn writers block.

I hope this will satisfy for now while I try to overcome the block.

Hey, is anybody a KingdomHearts fan? I'm working on a Novelization of 365 / 2 days. I could really use the extra critiques. No pressure, if you gave the time it is really appreciated.

- MelancholyWhispers