"Get the hell away from me!" I shrieked. My voice pierced the increasingly tense atmosphere, an urgency factor shocking the confusion right off Edward's pretty little face. His old countenance was replaced with a semblance of hurt that shook my core. My eyebrows shot up in surprise, but I quickly reeled them in not wanting to show an iota of weakness.
Not having the slightest clue what to do, I dropped my head down, cracking my neck in the process, and once again creating an effective barrier of hair between us. The shield could only be temporary, but it suited me just fine for the time being. Oh what to do, what to do? Realizing there was no safe or plausible way of escaping the house I settled for at least ridding myself of the iron grip that rested on my shoulders. I started shrugging my shoulders up and down. Nothing. Then back and forth. Still nothing. I then proceeded with shimmying back and forth, but the only reaction received was the tentative laughs of the rest of the Olympic clan. Something funny?
When his arms remained dormant upon my shoulders, I stamped my foot. Just like a snot-nosed little kid. My rage was being poked and prodded like livestock and I simply just couldn't hold back the growl that snagged itself from my mouth. This effectively cut off any and all traces of false hilarity, but my need to mentally kill these vampires still split my mind in two. It wouldn't be much longer before all that pent up fury spilled over and World War Bella broke out.
These people are just asking for me to maim them. If they weren't next to impossible to seriously injure, they'd have been on the floor dying a slow death for at least ten minutes by now.
Seething, an idea wiggled its way into my muddled thoughts. An idea that wasn't very nice, but would nevertheless get the job done. A way to hurt Edward, but not physically. A way to screw with his already messed up head. What's one devious little scheme to an eternity yet to come anyways? It wouldn't even occur to him hundreds of years from now that I totally played him, even if only for precious minutes.
I slowly swiveled my gaze upward, which had moments ago been resting on my dirt encrusted Converse, so that my eyes now bore into a familiar pair of golden orbs. I squeezed the stress out of my rigid muscles and let my entire body subtly droop to give it a wrung out effect. I let my eyelids droop and my lips pucker, flicking my hair off my face revealing my chocolate eyes. Ivy had wanted me prepared for a guy should I ever want to…uhh persuade one, so against my wishes she taught me the art of seducing. I never thought the skill would come in handy (EVER), but thanks to Ivy's antics I might just be able to get back at him.
According to Ivy, eye contact is the number one thing to remember. Screw up the eyes and you can kiss any chance you got down the drain. So remembering my training-yes, training- I stared straight into the onyx pupils of Edward's eyes, trying to force long forgotten lust out of them. I slimmed my eyes, and replaced rage with want. Well, fake want I should say. I tipped my head back and slowly leaned in.
I watched gleefully as my plan fell into action. His golden eyes had, with a start, widened to saucers as his gaze raked my body up and down. No way, he's totally checking me out. Perfect. I almost giggled out loud when his arms finally, sluggishly dropped from my shoulders and came to rest at his sides. He angled his head downward, leaning in all the way.
Keeping eye contact I continued to lean forward until I was level with his chest. I tilted my head back as I had a thousand times and he tilted his forward to make the soon to be makeup kiss easier on me.
Yeah, makeup kiss, my butt.
Just before the final contact was made, I jumped forward so that my lips barely grazed his ear. This next part would be easy. All I had to do was whisper pretty little things in his ear, and show him how I really feel.
Something in my periphery stopped me though. It was Alice. She was staring dejectedly in my direction, undoubtedly having predicted the outcome. Alice and I locked eyes for a moment, but nothing more. In one second I could read the sadness and bewilderment that blew onto her small moonlit washed face. When she ripped her gaze from mine, I attempted to steal a peek with one of the others, secretly hoping to win pity votes, but with no such luck in either department. I still hadn't turned the lights on by the time they had arrived home; therefore we all stood in complete darkness. Or should I say I stood in complete darkness because once again they were all vampires and could probably see perfectly fine. Reason number 442 they were not on the pristine carpet bleeding their eyes out.
Turning my attention to the situation at hand, I felt hands snaking their way up my back and locking themselves firmly in place. A head buried itself into my shoulder and I realized I'd messed up big time. I was not expecting a hug in this plan.
"Edward," I whispered sweetly with a dash of malice, "Just what do you think your doing?"
His beautiful head snapped up. "What?"
"Oh, you know what you did," I punched him lightly on the arm trying vainly to break free from his embrace.
"In fact, love, I really don't have a clue what you're referring to. Perhaps you'd care to explain."
Hearing my old nickname snapped something deep within my mind. There was no way I could keep this guile up any longer. Cutting to the chase seemed like a delicious idea that even I couldn't resist.
I started with my voice at a whisper. "Get the hell away from me."
Confusion once again diffused across his face, as he continued to search mine for answers. This time though he complied, removing his long fingered hands off the small of my back. He took several steps back before putting his hands up in a defensive manner. Was it really that obvious that I was about to explode?
"Bella," he began, still holding his arms up, "I know you have no motivation to listen to me, but-"
"No your right, I DON'T!" I started my voice growing octaves higher much faster that I'd planned. "If you're going to even THINK about asking for forgiveness, don't waste your time its never going to happen you asshole!" His face fell and a guilty look crossed his face. His sculpted lips popped opened, but he was cut off before he could even begin. "Do you have even an ounce of understanding of what I've been through thanks to you? You've ruined my life. You took literally everything I had that made me who I was. You even took my will to live! If it hadn't been for Ivy, I would be dead this very instant!"
I watched as my former love transformed into a vicious hunter. A feral gleam shaded into his eyes while his entire body tensed. His knees bent at slight angles as tense words played from his mouth, "Isabella. Marie. Swan. Why in HELL would you not be here this instant?" Throughout his sentence he had stepped closer and closer, the moonlight silhouetting his form like an arch angel. Wait an angel? The word angel struck a nerve as 'love' had. I didn't have time to ponder Webster's; I was already pin wheeling for excuses to cover up my grave mention of 'that night'.
"That is none of your concern!" I shot back. "You gave up the right to know about my life when you left me alone without so much as even an EXPLANATION you effing son of a- mmmm. Mmmmm."
A hand had covered my mouth before another profanity could leak its way to the premises. A very big hand that could only belong to one vampire. Emmett you will pay dearly for this later.
"Now Bella, if I take my hand off your suddenly very large potty mouth will you talk to us in your inside voice?" I could feel the mockery rolling off of him in waves, but I nevertheless nodded my head. Of course that was a promise I couldn't keep for obvious reasons. Emmett for once, though, was spot on with his assumptions. When did I become such a slanderer?
In the blink of an eye, my lips were free and Emmett was next to his beloved once more. I reached up with my left hand and rubbed my numb mouth vigorously trying to heat up my lips enough to properly talk again.
"Bella," a voice said. You know the one. "Please Bella. What did you do? You didn't try to…. Kill yourself did you?" His face contorted on the word 'kill'. "Tell me before I make you."
My dream came at me full force again and suddenly I knew why the word angel had struck such a chord.
What do you want? I shouted with barely suppressed rage. In this new world, there was no way to communicate through word of mouth so I had to call out in my mind and hope for the best.
Ignoring the question he thought And just where do you think your going?
You're, asking me? How should I know? I'm assuming heaven, but you never know. Could go either way. I know where you should go if your lost, though. I answered as haughtily and snobbily as I could, attempting to force a reaction out of him, but failing.
Bella you and I both know that you're being ridiculous. You're giving up to easily. Fight!
Why can't you just let me die in peace? You've taken everything from me, so at least let me keep my death. My voice had grown several octaves by the end of my monologue.
Because it's not your time. Now go back down to your body before I make you.
But that couldn't have been real. There's no way. I didn't actually die did I? If I died, I would be in heaven right now, chillin' with Grandma Marie. He couldn't have…. There's no way…. He didn't actually…. Wait a minute why am I actually here at the Cullen house anyway? Oh no. The surgery. Of course why didn't I realize it before? But I could always be hallucinating. It's happened before. Well there's only one way to find out.
I glanced down at my hands to find they were shaking. Tentatively, I raised them up to my chest, then my nose, then my hairline. They were still about six inches off my forehead, me being too afraid to find out the truth. I'm going find out sooner or later so might as well get it over with.
I brought my hands down upon my head to find a cloth wrapped around my skull. I slowly ripped a piece of the bandage off just to be sure this was actually happening. Unfortunately it was, because a moment of struggling later, there was a corner of a pristine white head wrap in my hand.
The morning sun rising, I tore my gaze to glance at the rest of the Cullen's who now watched me with a great sorrow. Except for Rosalie who just kind of looked bored. I calmly walked over to Carlisle who unnecessarily leaned against the door frame I had previously destroyed. He was gazing at his shoes, not wanting to make eye contact as much as I didn't. The morning sun lit a fiery halo around his head, but I wasn't deceived. I knew his for his true beast. The question of doom had to be asked though, fortunate answer or no.
"Carlisle, was my surgery a success?"
He finally peeked up from his staring contest with the floor long enough to blink once then answer, "Why of course, Bella? Would you be standing here if it hadn't?"
Feeling silly, I pushed myself to ask my next question. "Were there any…. Complications?"
His eyes widened as Edward's had before and I knew my guess was correct. I had died and the only reason I was still on this Earth, was the one reason I wanted to die in the first place. I had to know the whole story first, though, before I made any assumptions.
"Carlisle, please answer the question truthfully. Did I die?"
He nodded. "It was very brief. A minute and a half at most before we shocked you back to life." H resumed his contest with the floor on that disturbing note.
That was all the confirmation that I needed. The 'we' in his sentence had said it all.
The shock that overwhelmed my system sent me spinning to face Edward. I could feel the emotions playing across my face. Including all the ones I promised I would never feel again. In my periphery, I noticed Jasper jump from the sudden onslaught of emotion. Sorry Jasper. Concentrating on Edward, I watched as the very same emotions that had just adorned my face now decorated his. My vision blurred and the ground came rushing at my face. I had barely a moment to get out my message before I blacked out for about the fiftieth time that week.
"My angel."
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