Firestarter
Lucky number 13. Hopefully this will interest you more than the last two chapters. I just need a little help with an idea for a new story. I have three ideas, two of which have no endings that I can think of as of yet. I'll give you the summaries.
1 Hunter. It's a semi-crossover with Supernatural that involves Bella Colt being from a long line of accomplished Hunters, (of supernatural creatures that is). When Bella was six months old, a demon came after her and forced Renee back into hunting. She trains Bella to be the best.
Bella sold her soul to save her mother, Renee, when she was six, and as such she went to hell ten years later. Forty years later, she digs her way out of her own grave to find that only four months have passed, her mother is married to another Hunter, and she possesses some of the abilities of a demon, (what she would have become had she stayed in hell).
Renee, terrified that Bella could be killed again if she continues hunting, ships her off to Charlie's home in Forks. Bella soon realizes that the Cullens are not human, but she is too fascinated by them to consider killing them. When she realizes that they are vampires, creatures thought by the Hunter community to be extinct for almost 300 years, she finds herself conflicted over what to do about monsters trying to be good. But when a group of bad vampires show up, she has no problem showing them what a Hunter is capable of.
The Metallicar will belong to Bella and many of the traits of the main characters, (Sam and Dean), will be present, but her overall core will be the same. She will have weapons that are able to defeat all kinds of supernatural creatures, but they are very difficult to make. I'll explain if I write the story. There will be guest appearances of several Supernatural characters, but not Sam or Dean. Sorry, but I don't want this to be a total crossover.
I'll need to brush up on my Latin as well. I don't know how to end this one.
Rated T for language and violence.
POV probably 1st person, Bella and Edward mostly.
2 Wolverine. Three guesses as to what this is about.
Okay, so Bella Logan was born in 1901. She grew up on the streets of San Francisco. As a child, she suffered from severe pain caused by her bones slowly hardening. When she was eleven, her mother was killed by her father. Bella then grows claws, (Huh? Huh?) and kills her father. Her strength and speed increase to unparalleled proportions. Her senses become highly attuned, and she develops rapid healing abilities.
She lives alone on the streets and when she turns seventeen, she cuts her hair and signs up for the army. She's killed in battle but recovers and afterwards does not age anymore. She lives out the next century in foster homes and occasionally working as a nurse during other wars.
When her newest foster mom, Renee, gets married, she decides to live with Charlie. Charlie met her over the summer and agreed to allow her to finish high school with him in Forks. She starts off by pretending to be fifteen and usually continues for up to eight years, when she would be twenty-three, afterwards she skips town and starts the process all over again.
This monotony is broken when she meets Edward Cullen. Edward is not affected by her scent, but he is curious about her ability to block his thoughts.
Eventually both of them realize that the other is not what they appear.
I have a good idea about how to end this story.
Rated T for language, violence, and mild sexual references.
POV 1st person, Bella and Edward, maybe Alice.
3 And Monsters Can Be Real. Bella Swan and her mother move to Forks for Bella's sophomore year of high school. Renee is a successful doctor who grew up in Forks. She is immediately accepted back by old friends and given a job at the hospital. Bella is an intelligent, musically and artistically gifted sixteen-year-old with a devastating secret. She is befriended by Alice Cullen in her Fashions class, and immediately detested by Edward Cullen in, (let's change this up) English.
Bella soon worms her way into the hearts of the Cullens, even the enigmatic Edward. Soon though, she realizes that things are not what they seem in the Cullen home. She notices certain quirks, and soon hears rumours down at La Push about vampires. She keeps her speculations to herself, as she does with all her other secrets.
Meanwhile, the Cullen family is concerned about Bella's strange behaviour and physiological symptoms such as migraines and stomach ulcers. Edward is slowly falling in love with her, but Alice is worried about frightening visions depicting Bella's death.
I don't really know how to end this, but I only got the idea last week, so I'll think of something.
Rated M for physical and sexual abuse of a minor, as well as some language.
POV 1st person. Mostly Bella, some Edward and Alice.
Okay, if you've made it through all this, I thank you. If any of these stories spark your own inspiration for a story, feel free to borrow the plotlines. Tell me which one you like in your reviews. I won't tell you which one is my favourite. I don't want to influence your vote.
Since I'm sure some of you have read through this, I'm going to give you the gift of an extra long chapter.
Here's chapter thirteen.
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Bella realized that she had no idea where Edward lived. The thought of visiting his house had never entered her thoughts. She'd never spent much time at friends' places in her youth, and the thought of intrusion was still too strong. Elvis Presley's "Burning Love" was playing softly on the radio.
"You know what's weird?" Bella asked, still looking ahead.
"What?" Edward replied, glancing over at her, frustration evident on his face again.
"It's how people equate fire with passion. I mean, passion is exciting and beautiful, but all fire does is destroy." Bella's voice became sombre.
Edward stared at her. "You have a point," he finally replied.
Bella shrugged, and kept searching for his house. They turned on an unpaved road, surrounded by forest. Finally, the forest thinned and the front lawn of Edward's house came into view.
It was large, three stories tall, and easily a hundred years old. It looked like it had been restored. Bella heard the sound of a river close by and relaxed. Water was always a good thing when she was around.
"Wow."
"You like it?" He smiled.
"It is, by far, the most beautiful house I've ever seen."
He tugged the hair of her ponytail and chuckled, "Ready?" he asked, opening her door. She glared at him.
"Not even a little bit, and stop doing that or I'll take the door right off!" He laughed again and held out a hand for her to take. She did so and tried to straighten out her shirt. She left her notebook in his car.
"You look lovely," he said.
They stepped under the shade of the porch and before Edward could even reach for the knob, the door was open. He threw a mock-glare at her and she smirked, cheekily and stepped inside.
The inside was more beautiful than the exterior. It was bright and open and large. It might have once been several rooms, but some of the walls had been torn down. The back wall had been replaced with glass. Beyond the wall she could see the river and that instantly calmed her. A massive curving staircase dominated the west side of the room.
She looked around again, anxiously this time, searching for something.
"You guys have fire extinguishers, right?" she asked.
Edward shook his head. "Sorry, it's never come up."
Bella's mouth dropped open. "You're letting me in a house without a fire extinguisher? You're braver than I thought." She shook her head and rubbed her temples. "Either that, or incredibly stupid."
Edward chuckled. So did Carlisle and Esme. They were standing next to a grand piano, looking perfectly beautiful. Bella blushed and looked down. Esme was just as lovely as Alice. She had caramel coloured hair. Her features reminded Bella of the characters from the old silent movies. Neither of them made a move toward her, trying not to scare her, she supposed.
"Carlisle, Esme," Edward's voice broke the silence, "this is Bella."
"It's a pleasure to see you again, Bella." He stepped slowly towards her, holding out a hand.
She shrugged, "I seem to be having better luck at staying out of the hospital this time, but it's nice to see you too."
She felt Edward relax beside her. Esme stepped forward, more eager than her husband and clasped Bella's hand. "It's very nice to know you," she said, sincerely.
"Thank you. It's nice to meet you." Bella felt it was like meeting Snow White.
"Where are Alice and Jasper?" Edward asked. No one answered as they appeared at the top of the staircase.
"Hey, Edward!" Alice called enthusiastically. She ran down the stairs, a streak of black hair and white skin, coming to a sudden and graceful stop in front of Bella.
Bella clamped down on the flames that threatened to come out with ease. There was no danger here. Carlisle and Esme shot warning glances at her, but Bella didn't mind. It was normal, for Alice at least.
"Hi, Bella!" Alice said, and she bounced forward to kiss Bella's cheek. Bella tried to keep from snickering as she noticed Carlisle and Esme's staggered expressions.
"You do smell nice, I never noticed before," she commented.
Bella flushed, "Thanks." She turned to Edward, warningly, "You know, if you guys are going to run up to me like this all the time, you'll want to seriously consider buying some sprinklers. The last thing I want to do is burn the house down just cause one of you snuck up on me."
Edward grinned. "We'll take that into consideration."
"We'll be needing it very soon, if you're planning on coming back." Alice replied.
Bella seemed confused, "Why wouldn't I?"
Alice smiled, "Good."
Bella raised an eyebrow. She let her eyes drift behind Alice, to the quietest member of the group. Jasper seemed to be keeping his distance. He looked her over, analyzing her, searching for possible threats. The thought struck her again that he reminded her of a soldier on a mission.
"Hello, Jasper. It's a pleasure to meet you." She looked around, taking in the room again. "You have a very beautiful home."
"Thank you," Esme said. "We're so glad that you came." She spoke with feeling, and Bella realized she thought she was brave.
She also realized that Rosalie and Emmett were nowhere to be found. Maybe she shouldn't have broken Rosalie's mirror.
Carlisle's expression distracted her from that train of thought; he was gazing meaningfully at Edward. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Edward nod just a fraction of an inch.
She looked away from their obvious communication. Her eyes travelled back to the grand piano. She could remember her mother playing. She remembered her holding Bella's two-year-old fingers, placing them on the keys going "C, D, E, F…"
Esme noticed her preoccupation. "Do you play?" she asked, inclining her head toward the piano.
She shook her head. "Not very well. I'm assuming it's Edward's."
Esme nodded. She turned towards Edward and gave him a stern look. "I hope you haven't been showing off. It's rude."
"Just a bit," Edward laughed freely.
"It's alright, Mrs. Cullen, I haven't even started showing off yet." Bella stepped closer to the piano, running her fingers over the keys. She noticed the vampires in the room exchange an uneasy glance.
"Well, play for her," Esme encouraged.
"You just said showing off was rude," he objected.
"There are exceptions to every rule," she replied.
"I'd like to hear you play," Bella volunteered, smiling at him.
He gave her a long, exasperated look before seating himself on the piano bench. She stood beside him, trying to stay out of his way.
And then his hands were flowing swiftly over the keys. Bella had never heard anything so beautiful in all her life. Her head tilted to the side and her eyes closed of their own accord. Her hands began to wave as if she were conducting a symphony.
"Do you like it?" he asked, without breaking pace.
Her eyes opened, "You wrote it? Molto impressionante."
He nodded. "It's Esme's favourite."
"It makes me want to practice my guitar until my fingers start bleeding."
The melody began to slow, transforming into something softer, and to her surprise, she detected a hint of the lullaby he'd sung to her the night before.
"You inspired this one," he said softly. The music grew unbearably sweet. "They like you, you know," he continued conversationally, "Esme especially."
Bella glanced behind her and found the room was empty. "Rosalie doesn't, but I guess that's partially my fault."
He frowned, "Don't worry about Rosalie. She'll come around."
She pursed her lips, "And Emmett?"
"Well, he thinks I'm a lunatic-"
"Seconded," Bella cut in, ignoring his glare.
"But he doesn't have any problems with you. Frankly, he wants to test how far you can push your…" he trailed off.
"Talent," Bella supplied.
He smiled, relieved, "Exactly. Don't worry thought. I told him to back off."
"Oh, I don't mind. I'd be happy to give you guys a little demonstration. Like I said, you haven't seen anything yet."
"Really?" he asked, sarcastically, "And what do you call the things you've been doing?"
"Rudimentary," she brushed her fingers over the keyboard, "When you see me do a re-enactment of The Manhattan Project, that's me showing off."
A smile lit up on her face, "Hey look, no hands." The piano suddenly began to tap out "Chopsticks." Edward watched as the keys dipped down, pushed by an unseen force. "So," she began, getting his attention, "what was Carlisle telling you about?"
His eyebrows pulled together, "You noticed that, did you?"
She shrugged, "Of course."
He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment before answering, "He wanted to tell me some news, something that I should probably share with you."
Bella nodded.
He turned back to the piano, playing another old melody. "We're going to have some…visitors in the area. They aren't like us, in their hunting habits, and they probably won't come into town at all, but I'm certainly not letting you out of my sight until they leave."
Bella frowned. "I can take care of myself, Edward."
He gave her an exasperated look, "It's just to be on the safe side, Bella. I know you think you can take care of yourself, but I'd rather not take that risk."
"Fine."
The melody drifted to a stop. "Would you like to see the rest of the house?"
She sprang to her feet, "Took you long enough. Let's go." He grinned at her and led the way upstairs.
"This is Rosalie and Emmett's room…Carlisle's office…Alice's room…" he gestured as he led her past the doors.
He would have continued, but Bella found herself preoccupied, staring at an ornament on the wall.
Edward noticed. "You can laugh if you want. It's sort of ironic."
Bella didn't laugh. She was too busy studying the beautiful, dark cross hanging on the wall. "It's very old," she stated.
He shrugged, "Early sixteen-thirties, more or less."
"Where'd you get it?" she asked, still staring at it.
"It belonged to Carlisle's father. He carved it himself."
"Merda Santa." Bella said, numbly. "And I thought you were old. Carlisle's gotta be pushing four-hundred."
Edward snickered covering his mouth with his hand. "Thanks. And yes, he just celebrated his three hundred and sixty-second birthday."
"Merda Santa," she repeated.
Edward studied her expression. Apparently satisfied that she wasn't going to run from the house, screaming, he continued, "Carlisle was born in London, in the sixteen-forties, he believes. Time wasn't marked as accurately back then. It was just before Cromwell's rule, though."
Bella kept her face composed under his scrutiny.
"He was the only son of an Anglican pastor. His mother died giving birth to him. His father was an intolerant man. As the Protestants came into power, he was enthusiastic in his persecution of Roman Catholics and other religions. He also believed very strongly in the reality of evil. He led hunts for witches, werewolves…and vampires. They burned-" Bella flinched at the word, but Edward continued without pausing, "a lot of innocent. The real creatures that he sought were not so easy to catch. When the pastor grew old, he placed Carlisle in charge of the raids. Carlisle was much smarter than his father, he actually found a group of vampires hiding in the sewers of London. He gathered up a mob and they waited for them. One of them emerged and attacked Carlisle, but turned to defend himself from the mob. He escaped with another man and the mob turned on him. Carlisle was left alone. He knew his father would order him dead, so he acted to defend himself. He hid in a pile of rotten potatoes until the change was finished."
Finally he paused, "How are you feeling?" he asked.
Bella could feel the curiosity burning in her eyes. He noticed. "Come on, then. I'll show you some more history."
He led her back to Carlisle's office. They stood outside the door for a second before Carlisle called, "Come in."
Edward opened the door to a high-ceilinged room with tall, west-facing windows. Most of the room was taken up by bookshelves.
"Wow," Bella remarked, "This is like heaven for book-lovers."
Edward chuckled and led her towards Carlisle's desk. "What can I do for you?" Carlisle asked, pleasantly, rising from his seat.
"I wanted to show Bella some of our history. Well, your history."
"I hope you don't mind," Bella added.
"Not at all. Where are you going to start?"
"The Waggoner," Edward replied, placing a hand on her waist and turning her around. The wall in front of them was covered with paintings of every size and shape. Edward pulled her toward the far left side of the room. He showed her a small, square oil painting.
"The London of my youth," Carlisle commented.
Edward turned towards him, "Will you tell the story?" he asked.
"I would," he replied, "But I'm actually running a bit late. The hospital called this morning. Dr. Snow is taking a sick day. Besides, you know the stories as well as I do," he added, grinning at Edward. He smiled at Bella, and then left the room.
"What happened then?" Bella asked, "When he realized what had happened to him?"
He glanced back at the paintings, towards a big, fall-coloured picture of a meadow.
"When he knew what he had become," Edward said, "he rebelled against it. He tried to destroy himself. But that's not easily done."
"How?" Bella asked, before she could stop herself.
"He jumped from great heights, tried to drown himself. He even tried to starve himself, but, of course, none of that works."
"Fire does," Bella said, without thinking.
Edward gave her a sideways glance, "Yes, that's the only way we can be killed." He paused, staring at her thoughtfully, "Eventually, he grew hungry and weak. He fled into the forest, away from people. One night, a herd of deer passed by his hiding place. He was so thirsty that he attacked them. His strength returned, and he realized that he didn't have to be like the others. He began to make better use of his time. He'd always been intelligent, eager to learn. Now he had unlimited time before him. He studied by night, planned by day. He swam to France-"
"People swim the Channel all the time, Bella," he reminded her patiently.
"I know that. I used to live there. It's just a strange concept. Go on."
"Swimming for us is easy, since we don't have to breathe," he started.
Bella's eyes widened, "Oh, I knew you were too still in class. You were holding your breath then, weren't you?"
Edward grinned, "Yes. It was necessary at the time. It's a lot easier now."
Bella smiled back at him, "I'm glad. So, Carlisle was swimming to France…"
He looked back at the wall at a new picture. "He continued on through Europe, to the universities there. By night he studied music, science, medicine, and found his calling, his penance, in that, in saving human lives."
Penance. But he didn't do anything wrong. She longed to say that to Edward, but he was already continuing.
He expression was almost reverent. "I can't adequately describe the struggle; it took Carlisle two centuries of torturous effort to perfect his self-control. Now he is all but immune to the scent of human blood." His expression became almost wistful. He tapped his finger against the huge painting in front of them.
"He was studying in Italy when he discovered the others there. They were much more civilized and educated than the wraiths of the London sewers."
He touched a comparatively sedate quartet of figures painted on the highest balcony, looking down calmly on the mayhem below them. Bella examined the grouping carefully, and then took in the whole picture again.
She slammed her palm to her forehead, startling Edward, who glanced at her wearily, "Je suis si stupide!" she moaned. "I thought I recognized Carlisle at the hospital. I should've remembered that painting ages ago. It was in a museum in Italy. Je suis juste si stupide!"
Edward looked amused at her outburst. "It's alright, Bella. You haven't seen it in a while. You're hardly stupid."
"For goodness' sake, Edward, it was only five years ago."
Edward choked on his next breath, and then laughed. Bella glared at him. "Shut up." She looked at the other figures next to Carlisle. "Who are they?" she asked, reaching out to touch the other vampires.
"Old friends of Carlisle's. Aro, Marcus and Caius. Nighttime patrons of the arts."
"What happened to them?" she wondered.
"They're still there," he said, casting a worried look in her direction, "In Volterra."
Bella's stomach dropped to her feet. "Volterra?" she repeated through numb lips, remembering the vampire celebrations she'd taken part in.
"They don't hunt in their city, if that's what you're worried about. It's very safe there, from vampires, anyway. Although…" he trailed off, giving her that worried look again, "Aro is something of a collector."
She turned to look at him, "Of what?" she asked.
"Talents," he replied, using the word she had to describe her own gifts. "If he'd known about you, though, he wouldn't have let you leave, so I assume he doesn't know you exist. Personally, I'd prefer to keep it that way."
"No objections here," Bella replied, feeling a little more normal. If he'd know about you…he wouldn't have let you leave.
He nodded, "Carlisle stayed with them for only a short time, just a few decades," he clarified, "He greatly admired their civility, their refinement, but they persisted in trying to cure his aversion to his "natural food source," as they called it. They tried to persuade him, and he tried to persuade them, to no avail. At that point, Carlisle decided to try the New World. He dreamed of finding other like himself. He was very lonely, you see."
"Well, in a few hundred years, when the human population has gone and wiped itself out, they'll be glad for the option." Edward gave her a look that said he was questioning her sanity. "Think about it. Human's have a tendency to be violent, and all we seem to be doing lately is building bigger and more dangerous weapons. Eventually, we'll be as extinct as the dodo. Haven't you ever seen the show, "Life After People?" We're screwed, especially if I'm an evolutionary possibility."
"What do you mean, an evolutionary possibility?" He cocked his head to the side, trying, she was sure, to read her mind.
She clasped her hands together, as if she was praying. "Lot Six mutated my genetic makeup structure. Humans go through thousands of mutation every generation. Most of these are harmless and have no effect, some allow us to develop immunity against diseases, and some make us very, very dangerous. My abilities are proof of that."
Edward crossed his arms. He still had that worrying look, only now it was laced with curiosity. "Why is it that your talents are so much more powerful than your parents'? You were all effected by this…Lot Six…so why is it that you can…?" he trailed off.
Bella tapped her lips with her finger. "I'm not sure. I've looked into stuff like that, brain development. Not just of developing psychic abilities, but also just learning regular things. Most of our brain development happens in the first five years of our life, when we're learning to walk and talk. It's the reason young children can easily learn a new language or musical instrument better than an adult. Their brains are more…malleable. By the time my parents were given Lot Six, their brains were past most points of rapid growth. They could still change of course, but not to the point necessary to develop their abilities to the fullest potential. It's not like The Shop could get their hands on infants and toddlers for experimentation, thank God.
"But I was born with my abilities, which means that both of my parents passed on their potential and it was doubled inside of me. Since I started learning to control them while I was still so young, I was able to develop my telekinesis into pyrokinesis. That's a technical term for manipulating fire."
"Pyrokinesis." Edward rolled the word off his tongue.
"And after Carlisle went to America, he found you, right?" she asked, trying to get him back on track.
"Yes," he smiled, "it seems we've come to a full circle."
Bella smiled back, "Have you always stayed with Carlisle, then?"
"Almost always." He put his hand lightly on her waist and guided her out the door.
"Almost?" she asked, when it was clear he wasn't going to say anything.
He sighed, seemingly reluctant to answer. "Well, I had a typical bout of rebellious adolescence, about ten years after I was…born…created, whatever you want to call it. I wasn't sold on his life of abstinence, and I resented him for curbing my appetite. So I went off on my own for a time."
"Really?" Bella was intrigued, instead of frightened.
They headed up the second flight of stairs.
"That doesn't repulse you?" he asked.
"No."
"Why not?"
"I guess…it sounds reasonable."
He barked a laugh, more loudly then before. "From the time of my birth, I had the advantage of knowing what everyone around me was thinking, both human and non-human alike. That's why it took me ten years to defy Carlisle. I could read his perfect sincerity, understand exactly why he lived the way he did. It took me only a few years to return to Carlisle and recommit to his vision. I thought I would be exempt from the…depression…that accompanies a conscience. Because I knew the thoughts of my prey, I could pass over the innocent and pursue only the evil. If I followed a murderer down a dark alley where he stalked a young girl - if I saved her, then surely I wasn't so terrible."
Bella squeezed her eyes shut, "Yeah, and if I only hurt Very Bad Men, I'm not going to wake up in the middle of the night wondering if I'm ever going to get that burnt-flesh smell out of my clothes."
She opened her eyes to find Edward staring at her with pure understanding. "I couldn't stand the thought of taking any more lives, however justified it might seem. I went back to Carlisle and Esme. They welcomed me back like the prodigal. It was more than I deserved."
They came to a stop at the last door in the hall.
"My room," he informed her, opening the door and pulling her through.
His room faced south. The entire back wall was glass. It had a wonderful view of the river.
The western wall was covered completely by shelf after shelf of music. She remembered her own meagre collection and tried to suppress her envy.
She noticed an old-time record player and walked over to it. A small pile of records was laying next to it, a coating of dust on them. She blew it off and found an old Glenn Miller rendition of "In The Mood."
"It doesn't work," Edward said. "It broke a few years ago. I haven't got around to repairing it yet."
Bella put the record in anyway, and then splayed her fingers out over the broken phonograph. She closed her eyes and began cranking the handle.
Edward sighed from behind her, muttering, "Stubborn," and fell silent.
"What's wrong?" she asked, when his silence didn't lift.
"Nothing. Having you know about everything, accepting it so easily, it's such a relief. But it's more than that. I feel…happy." He shrugged as she turned towards him.
"I'm pretty darn happy myself." As she spoke this, the phonograph sprung to life and a quick symphony of saxophones began to play.
Edward laughed and ran his fingers over the reborn music device. "How did you do that?" he asked, gazing at her with adoration.
Bella tossed her hair back, pretending to care less. "It's a rudimentary trick. If you saw what I can really do, you'd know why I'm not afraid of you."
Edward's face suddenly adopted a more playful, almost sneering expression. "You really shouldn't have said that," he chuckled.
He growled, a low sound in the back of his throat; his lips curled over his teeth. His body shifted into a crouch, tensed like a lion to pounce.
Bella felt every restraint she had snap as he launched himself at her. For a second, time slowed down and she was able to see exactly what happened next. Her own instincts forced her to defend herself, pushing out at Edward and sending him sprawling out the glass wall. The glass shattered and fell three stories, along with Edward's lithe figure. He landed on his feet, a stunned look on his face.
Bella was caught between being horrified at herself, and gloating. She was saved from having to react when Alice bounded into the room, laughing hysterically.
"Oh, Edward!" she called out, still choking with laughter, "Rosalie is going to be so furious when she finds out she missed that. That was really stupid, by the way. You should've seen the look on your face!" She doubled over again. Bella noticed Jasper by the door, staring at the glass and at her, his eyes wide.
Bella fought to keep herself calm. It was much easier when Edward appeared, looking a little haggard, but otherwise uninjured.
She surveyed the damage to the wall and bit her lip harshly. The record player shrieked to a stop. "Condamnez-le. Alright, I can fix that."
Edward said, "It's alright, Bella. I'll fix it."
"No, no," she disagreed, "I want to."
With that, she shut her eyes and reached out with that other sense again. She pushed it down the stairs and out the door, until it was right outside Edward's window. She could "see" every piece of glass. There were 78,293 pieces on the back lawn, most of which were about the size of the head of a pin. With meticulous care, she "grabbed" onto each piece and "pulled" them up to the window. And like a puzzle, the pieces began to find there way back to where they were before, fitting together easily until the window was sealed over. Rapidly, she heated up the glass until the pieces molded together, and then took the heat away.
She opened her eyes to find that Esme had joined them as well. She was studying the window, but she seemed to be the only one interested in the interior design damage. The other vampires were staring at Bella. Alice was grinning, Edward's mouth had dropped and Jasper looked merely disturbed.
She blushed and looked down at her sneakers. "That should hold," she said, shrugging.
Edward finally remember that he had jaw muscles, and quickly rearranged his face into something more composed. He turned to Jasper, "What's this about baseball?" he asked, obviously hearing something in his brother's thoughts.
"Alice says there's going to be a storm tonight. We were wondering if you'd join us," he said, still gazing back at her wearily. Bella tried to smile.
Edward's eyes lit up, but he hesitated.
"Of course you should bring Bella. Emmett is just dying to meet her."
"Do you want to go?" Edward asked, ignoring the part about Emmett.
"Where are we going?"
"We have to wait for the thunder to play. You'll see why," he promised.
"Will I need an umbrella?"
All of them laughed.
"Will she?" Jasper asked Alice.
"No. The storm will hit over town. I should be dry enough in the clearing."
"Good then." Jasper's weariness seemed to have evaporated, something Bella was grateful for. She didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable.
"Let's go see if Carlisle will come." Alice bounded up and to the door in a fashion that would break any ballerina's heart.
"Like you don't know," Jasper teased, and they were swiftly on their way.
"What will we be playing?" Bella demanded.
"We will be playing baseball. You will be watching."
Bella rolled her eyes, "Vampires like baseball?"
"It's the American pastime," he said with mock solemnity.
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Wow. I just started this three days ago, and I'm already done. I hope you appreciate my hard work you ungrateful little…sorry,I didn't mean that! I'm just exhausted because I had an awful nightmare last night. I have a three-day weekend to make up for it, though.
Languages:
Molto impressionante is Italian for "Very impressive"
Merda Santa is Italian for "Holy s#!t" if you know what I mean
Je suis si stupide is French for "I am so stupid"
Je suis juste si stupide is French for "I am just so stupid"
Comdamnez-le is French for "Damn it"
Adieu, faithful readers.