Yo. What's going down, dawg?

OMC. Dawg, that reminds me of Jakey. –Drools-

The Calling

Chapter 13: YOU DIED.

I was in a cave, a cave with walls made of that fake grass stuff on golf courses. It was a mine. I don't know how I knew it was a mine, but I knew. I bunch of workmen were sitting around talking.

An alarm rang through the mine. Everyone was running, in slow motion like you see at the movies. The were all screaming things like, "RUN!" "They're coming!" and "Don't look back men!"

I looked back. The cave behind me was black, and a stampede of huge, muscular, workmen were running away. The ground was rumbling.

"The cats are coming!" This was bad, this was very bad. I looked ahead of me again. The workmen were jumping over a small crack in the grass-covered floor. It wasn't any wider then the size of my foot, all the same, I stopped.

"Jump! JUMP!" Screamed the crowd around me. "GO! YOU CAN MAKE IT! JUMP!" The rumbling was getting worse; it was now or never.

I got a running head start and jumped. I fell past the edge, and the crowd gasped, but my hands grabbed the edge of the crack. The crowd sighed in relief. But, suddenly, my hands were pulled off of the wall, and when tumbling into the darkness.

"YOU DIED." Said a cheerful computer voice, like that of a video game. There was a little jingle after that that represented my failure at the game.

"What the heck are you talking about?" I looked up at Anthony. Maybe it'd be safer not to explain this one…

"Nothing. Nothing!" I said, irritated at his questioning expression.

"I distinctly remember you yelling something about cats and jumping. Then you said I died, but you sounded rather… happy."

Darn it! "Um… Heh heh" I laughed nervously. His eyebrows rose even higher. I cleared my throat, "Mm… Well… Actually I'm still rather sleepy, so… Goodnight!" I said the last part quickly, then rolled over and closed my eyes. Someone poked me in the ribs.

"Is she dead?"

"No Emmett, she's pretending to be asleep so she doesn't have to explain her sleep-talking to me."

"Darn! You're not as stupid as you look, Anthony," I said rolling over to glare at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Emmett asked.

"Never mind, Emmett," I can't say the same for Emmett.

To my surprise, Emmett picked me up by my stomach and carried me upstairs. "Hey! What do I look like to you? Some kind of dog?!"

"Mm… No. You look more like a psychotic chinchilla."

"Thanks for the comment, Anthony."

"No need to thank me, it was my pleasure." I tried to kick him, but Emmett swung me around so I couldn't reach. Anthony pointed at me and laughed. I clicked my teeth together threateningly. Remembering his past experiences with my teeth, he backed off and hid behind Emmett.

"Emmett?"

"Yeah?"

"Where are we going?"

"Carlisle has to make sure you're okay after your little seizure."

"Oh."

I was plopped down onto a couch in what looked like an office. There were a bunch of pictures and paintings covering one wall. The door slammed shut after Anthony and Emmett walked out and I was alone. One of the paintings was of a man with blindingly white skin that looked as fragile as tissue paper. The man had jet-black hair that contrasted sharply with his chalky skin. His eyes were scarlet, and seemed inhuman. His mouth was curved into a small smile, it was in his eyes too, but it made me shudder. There was just… something about him that scared me.

"That's Aro, one of my… Friends," Carlisle was standing behind me, I hadn't heard him come in. Strange, with my… abilities, I usually hear when someone comes in. Heck, I normally hear someone opening a door three miles away from me. In fact, all of the Cullens are extremely quiet, there's more to this family than meets the eye. I'll have to watch them more carefully.

"How are you feeling?"

"Well, I still have a headache, but it's definitely not as bad as before. Then again, the Tylenol is still in effect, so it might hurt more later." Carlisle nodded in agreement.

"Okay, well, we have plenty of medicine. But what do you think caused you to black out like that?" He was moving his hands over my head, like he was probing for something. "There's no bruising. Is there pain anywhere else?"

I tried to feel through the Tylenol, to detect the ghost of the pain my body was shielded from. It was blurring my senses, and I couldn't tell. "I'm sorry, but I can't tell."

"Okay, you should rest until the medicine wears off, I'll come back and see how you're feeling then," Carlisle always seemed to be so relaxed and happy. How could he be like that? How could someone keep like this for so long? It was weird, I could smell his emotions, and they perfectly matched what his expression told me. Most people have a completely different personality on the inside that they only revealed to the people close to them, some don't reveal it at all, and some people don't know what they are like themselves. Why did this man feel so comfortable exposing his true self to me? Were there others like this?

I thought of the other people in the Cullen family. I had been so distracted I hadn't bothered to see what they were like, which was very dangerous on my part; they could be murderers for all I could tell from their outsides. I'll have to check on that later.

A/N: So anyway, I am tired peoples, sorry to stop here.

And I STILL have to think of a project for the science fair. I HATE science fairs. The only time I ever won was in kindergarten and I was the youngest one there. They wouldn't give me a ribbon because I was too little! Now it's just a waste of my time and I can never think of a good subject. Bleh.

Got any ideas for the science fair peeps?