To say that im nervous is the biggest understatement of the century; im basically on the verge of crapping my pants.
It not the fact that im going to be in a house full of vampires, because I can handle that; im more scared of the idea of them not liking me.
I let that thought run through my head and find that the directions given to me, leads me to a thick set of woods. As my car travels down the somewhat hidden pathway, a large house comes into view.
Its beautiful, beyond beautiful really. There seems to be an unlimited amount of large windows, to which you can basically see everything in the house. They have a large garage, and I can only imagine how many of Rosalie's "babies" occupy the space.
Im actually quite stunned really. Granted, I kind of figured they had money, since their "father" is a doctor, but this is crazy!
I get out of my truck in a daze, completey awestruck and somehow manage to make it to the door without tripping.
As soon as I put my fist to the door, it immediately opens, revealing a small ballerina like girl. I recognize her as Alice, the somewhat eccentric one of the bunch, as Rosalie informed me.
"Uh, hey. You must be Ali-.." She cuts me, taking me by suprise as she throws herself at me and squeezes rather tightly.
"Bella! Im so glad you're finally here!" Thankfully she pulls back when she notices my lack of air intake."Im Alice! But you probably already knew that."
I regard her with a shy, awkward smile, blushing profusely as I nod my head.
"Oh wow, Edward and Rosalie were right. You do smell good!" Theres a flare in her nostrils as she flashes me a charming smile, just about killing me in the inside.
Im pretty sure my face is on fire right now.
"Really, Alice? Dont you think that a little inappropriate?" I jump slightly as Edwards voice registers. "Sorry, Bella. Alice can be a bit...overwhelming sometimes." He flashes me that crooked smile, making my heart flutter.
Alice however pouts at his statement.
"Oh, Eddy! She doesnt mind." That mega watt smile is back and shes practically bouncing on her heels. "Come on, Bella. Everyone wants to meet you!" Before I can say anything, shes pulling me into the house. I look towards Edward pleadingly, but he only regards me with a shrug and apologetic smile.
"Okay so, I figured since we're going to be best friends," I lift an eyebrow at that. "We can make a date to go shopping!"
Ugh, no thank you.
"Shopping?" I repeat with a look of distaste.
"Oh yes, Bella. Shopping is my hobby! Its what I live for and we're definitely going to have to do something about that wardrobe of yours.."
"Alice, shopping..isnt really my thi-.." I get a little tongue tide as my eyes take in three beautiful vampires. Two of them I recognize as Emmett and Carlisle; the other I assume is their mother. All three are cooking, that is until I seem to catch their attention.
"Ohhhh! You must be Bella!" The said women says excitedly, embracing me in a hug. "Im Mrs. Cullen. The women of the house, but you can call me Esme."
"Its uh..very nice to meet you, Esme." I blink a few times, willing my blush to reside, but its to no avail.
"Hello, Isabella." Carlisle nods as he takes his side by Esme. It truly is amazing just how breathtaking this family is.
"Hello, Dr. Cullen."
He laughs at this, clearly amused at how formal im being.
"Please, Bella. Call me Carlisle." He kisses my hand gently, and im more than sure they can all hear my heart pumping on overdrive. "I take it that the bump on your head is better?"
"Oh yes. Its alot better now, thank you."
"Alright, alright! Enough with the pleasantries!" Emmett booms, shoving everyone out the way to get to me. With a big dimpled grin he envelopes me into a bear hug, before gently putting me down
"Im Emmett! But you can call me Emm or...master." The last part is said with a shrug and an even wider grin as he takes in my questioning look.
"Ya know, since I own at everything I do? Especially video games!" Is his boastful reply, a smug look etched across his face.
He truly is proud of himself.
With an unknown source of confidence, I poke him in the shoulder with my own little smug grin and reply,"sorry Emmett. But the only name you'll ever catch me calling you is slave. Cause when it comes to video games, I own."
If its even possible, his grin just got even wider.
"Ya know what, B?" My brows shoot up at his nickname. "I like you already. And I've got a good feeling that this is a start to a lovely friendship."
"Oh no you dont, Emmett! Bella's my bestfriend and you cant have her!" Alice gives him a stern look with her hands on her hips. I watch in amusement as they go back and forth about who'll be my bestfriend; I jump slightly when Edward grasps my arm.
"Okayyyy. If we're all done with the awkwardness. Then I guess i'll go show Bella around the house." With that said, he ushers us off.
"Hey! Dont forget, Bella. I have to show you my closet!" I hear her yell.
"Yeah, and we have to play video games too!"
"Oh hush, you too!" Esmes says, silencing the two. "Bella? Dinner will be done around six!"
"Um, okay!" I yell back as Edward leads me to a dimly lit room; a piano sits in the middle and I noticed the only room that has curtains.
"This is where I come to think."
"Can you play it?"
His only reply is that crooked smirk, which ive grown to love on both of my vampires, and then settles himself at the piano.
For the next thirty minutes or so, I watch him play; his hands move against each key fluidly and precise.
After our piano time, he shows me around the rest of the house. Mainly the living room, dinning room, basement, where I made a crack about the lack of coffins, and then garage. As I guessed, there were alot of cars that occupied the space, to which he informs are Rosalies.
As we climb the stairs to get to his room, I take notice to the graduation caps that align the wall; he says its some kind of inside joke he and his family got going on.
I find it kind of sad really. Repeating the same routine over and over.
We dont stay in his room too long, on account of the fact that Alice steals me away from him. I officially meet Jasper on our way to her room. He awkwardly introduces himself and informs me that he just went hunting.
Absolutely not awkward at all right?
After spending an hour with Alice, who tries explaining the difference between Prada and Gucci, Emmett swoops in and scoops me up for a few rounds of Modern Warfare, Halo and Street Fighter. And like I said before, I owned. I beat him about twenty times in Street Fighter before he calls it quits and acknowledges me as Master.
It finally dawns on me that I have yet to see Rosalie at all today. Which is a bit weird since she did invite me over.
Alice informs me that she probably hunting or in her room, just before Edward takes off for his own hunt.
I use this time to roam about. I've pretty much seen the whole house except for Carlisle and Esme's room, and of course Rosalie's, which im currently standing in front of.
Taking a deep breath, I open the door and im immediately hit with the scent of Rosalie.
I dont even know how to describe just how good she smells; its like a mixture of lilac with a hint of lavender and vanilla.
Inhaling it makes you get dizzy, causes a euphoric feeling to stir within you. Its addictive; all you want to do is close your eyes and inhale.
Im so out of it, I dont even hear or feel when the window becomes ajar.
I squeal however, when cool hands wrap around my waist and cool lips press behind my ear as she leans into me.
"Do you like it?"
Do I like what? Her hands on my waist? lips on my skin? Or am I missing something? I cant help but think theres a double meaning behind her words.
"Do I...like what?" I manage with a ragged breath, meeting her golden eyes in an intense stare.
She watches me, watches my reaction as her hands descend lower and then under my shirt where she draws lazy patterns.
I shiver at the way her eyes seem to darken and how our temperature contrast.
The coolness is unpleasant, just takes a minute to get used to.
Its a challenge trying to keep my gaze to her eyes, since she always stares so intently, as if my eyes hold hidden secrets; I look away of course, finding her lips to be just as interesting.
Their full, the bottom lip more plump then the top, and red like the petals on the Rose. Or a Cherry Blossom.
Shes wear lipstick of course. The usual purple(bruise) like color of her lips seem so much more eccentric with this red.
Either way, their still kissable. Which I wouldnt mind doing right now.
I bite my lip at the thought, causing a quirk in the corner of her lip; using her index finger, she gently lift my chin, forcing my eyes to meet her once again.
"My room, Bella. Do you like my room?" I've been caught staring and more than likely thinking dirty thoughts, which only amuses her further.
I curse my skin for being so pale, but so red at the moment.
"Oh, um..yeah. Its nice, though I havent really looked around properly."
"Yes," she chuckles," I gathered as much. Please," she ushers me with her hands. "Be my guest."
I do as im told, casually looking about when for some reason my eyes immediately land on her massive bed.
"Soooo. This is where the magic happens?" I do my best not to blush but the look shes giving me lets me know that I've failed.
"If by 'magic', you mean sleep? Then yes, I suppose that would be the case if we could indeed sleep."
"Wait, could? You mean...you guys dont sleep, like..ever?"
"Nope. Afraid not."
"Wow, thats...weird. Guess that explains the lack of coffins in the basement," I muse humorously. "Well, if you dont sleep, then what do you do all day?"
"Thats a good question," she finally begins after pursing her lips. "Besides be bored? I usually hunt, read, play with Emm, listen or play music...or think about you."
I turn my head away shyly at the last statement and take in the massive sound system aligning the wall, just above her music shelf.
I begin flipping through her collection, taking note of all the classics; Wolfgang, Mozart, Bach, Haydn, and the list goes on.
Pushing play, the soft sounds of Claude Debussy begin to fill my ears.
"Its uh..Clair de Lune. One of my favorites." She eyes me intently and slowly begins stalking forward.
"Yeah, mine too. Claude Debussy is great. No match for Beethoven of course.." I reply with a look of curiosity and a bit of hesitance as she stops in front of me.
"Wow, you're just full of suprises." I take notice to that certain glint in her eye and the way her voice seems to just naturally ooze sex. "Never took you for the classical type." Its a whisper, a whisper that makes my heart beat as her hand find purchase around my waist again.
"Yeah, well..theres alot you dont know about me." She smirks at this, taking my free hand into hers and pulling our bodies together. Theres no room spared as she attempts to get me to dance, and the thought makes my breath hitch.
"Well why dont you enlighten me?" Her lips graze my neck as she whispers this sinfully, causing an unfamiliar tightening in my stomach. She begins to sway us in to a light rhythm, but stops when my body doesnt respond.
"What's wrong?" She pulls back and regards me with a questionable eyebrow.
"Well, one thing you should know about me is that I dont dance..ever." Its stated matter-of-factly; however she doesnt seem the slightest bit perturbed by my smugness.
"Hmm," her lips purse for a second before she regards me with a teasing smirk. "Ya know, I could just make you."
I snort, none too lady like too.
"Im not scared of you," I say in that same tone as before; that smirk she was wearing is now a wide grin.
"Oh, you really shouldnt have said that." Before I can even think to question her, im being lifted onto her back and flying out the window, only to land on a nearby tree.
"You better hold on tight, my little spider monkey."(Lol, alright no racism, and I mean that in every sense, but I almost made the mistake of putting porch monkey, almost. Thats what happens when you watch Clerks while writing smh) I giggle in response, clutching on to her for dear life as she rapidly begins to ascend the tree.
She hops from tree to tree, much like a monkey, making everything look like a blur.
We come to a stop at a large treetop, one that over looks the whole area and im just blown away.
"This is...unreal. Stuff like this just doesnt exist, Rose."
"Well, it does in my world.