I recieved some awesome reviews for that last chapter, i'm really happy you all liked it. i was actually surprised nobody said anything about it being short lol, it was shorter then the chapter before it, and a lot of people told me they wanted longer chapters for that one :P well if you do want longer capters then you might like this one lol. ENJOY! ohhhh and review :)
I'm a nosey person…vampire… whatever. I can't help it. When I'm alone somewhere, where there are plenty of things to look at, I can't stop myself from looking around. That's what I was doing now. I was alone in the same room that I had been in with Edward a few minutes before. The Cullens had all left me alone to think. See we had, had a little argument. It had started out after they had shook off their shock.
"Your powers are quite amazing." Carlisle had told me.
I smiled. "They can be." I said. "But when you see things you don't want to see, it can hurt."
"We should help her learn to control her power." Alice told Carlisle.
He nodded. "I think we could find a way to help you." He told me. "Would you be willing to try?" he asked.
Apparently not a lot of people tell him "no" because he was genuinely shocked when I answered him with exactly that answer.
They all stared at me. "Why not?" Carlisle asked.
"Because there is no way to control it." I told him.
"I'm sure we could figure something out." Alice said.
"I don't want to." I said.
"But why?" she asked.
"How would I practice?" I asked. It was a completely logical question.
"You could practice on us." She told me.
"No." I said as I got up off the couch and walked toward the window. I needed to move, I was quickly losing my temper.
"Don't you want to learn more?" she asked.
I glared toward her.
Edward noticed and jumped in. "Alice just leave it."
"But I just don't understand why she won't let us help her." She said.
"Because I don't want to!" I said.
"But why!?" she nearly screamed. "We'd even let you practice on us!"
"yeah and then when I can't control how much it hurts you'll get mad at me for hurting you, or for hurting Jasper, or what ever, then I'll feel bad because I hurt you, and because I can't control anything. Yeah sounds like lots of fun!" I told her. "I'm not doing it! I'm not a guinea pig!"
Jasper may not have been able to use his powers around me, but he was still observant enough to notice I wasn't very happy at the moment. Alice was about to say something when he broke in and interrupted her. "Why don't we let Bella just sit and think about it for a little while… maybe without us pressuring her?" He said while staring at Alice.
She stared back at him then looked at me and back to him. "Fine." She said and walked out of the room grumbling something that sounded like 'better think fast.' Jasper followed right behind her.
"We'll just leave you then." Carlisle said. "We really won't mind if you don't want our help." He assured me. "But please think about it."
"Uh huh." I sighed.
Esme walked over to me and gave me a small hug. Which honestly surprised me. "I'm sorry about that." She told me. "Alice has always been a little…pushy. She means well, and she loves you, so please don't be mad at her, she just wants to help you." She let go of me, and walked out of the room holding Carlisle's hand in hers.
Rosalie and Emmett followed them out and Edward was the last to leave.
And that is how I now found myself alone in this room. At first I had sat on the couch and actually tried to think whether or not I would actually let them help me. But then I noticed the books sitting on a desk on the far wall. I got nosey and had wandered over.
The desk was fairly small, and was covered in random medical text books, and old music history books. Nothing that really interested me.
I did like music, and looking at the wall of CDs I wondered if any of my favorite artists were in this collection. There were a lot of CDs, and I didn't know where exactly to start looking. So I decided to start at the left and work my way over. I couldn't see what was on the top few shelves and I didn't really feel like jumping to try and see, I was kind of afraid someone would come in and see me jumping and think I was nuts.
There was a wide selection of artists on the shelves, everything from the Beatles to the Beach Boys, Elton John to the Rolling Stones. There was also a few Classical CDs where I'm sure that if I played them there would be a lot of piano music, and not much singing. Hidden in behind some other CDs was a Christmas CD by Celtic Women. I actually laughed when I saw it, because it was obvious that who's ever it was, was trying to hide it. Looked like someone had a guilty pleasure.
When I finished looking at all of the CDs I noticed there was one book sitting on the floor, resting up against the CD shelving unit. I picked it up and opened it. It was a book of poetry. I flipped through the pages and stopped randomly. I smiled when I looked at the poem I had stopped on. It was one of my favorites. An old love song written by Catullus somewhere between 84 and 54 B.C. I had first heard it when Kai and I had lived in Rome. I had memorized every line not long after.
"Come and let us live my dear," I read.
"Let us love and never fear," I spun around and dropped the book. Edward was standing in the doorway smiling a little at me.
"What the sorest fathers say," I continued with my hand to my still heart. Let's see how well he knew this beautiful poem.
"Brightest soul that dies today," he walked a little farther into the room.
"Lives again a blithe tomorrow," I dropped my hand from my heart and watched him, his eyes never left mine.
"But if we dark sons of sorrow," he was standing directly in front of me now, with only a few inches of air separating us.
"Set, then, how long a night,"
"Shuts the eyes of our short light!"
"Then let amorous kisses dwell," I whispered. This was my favorite part of the poem.
"On our lips, begin and tell," he whispered back. His voice was velvet and there was passion in his golden eyes.
"A thousand and a hundred score,"
"A hundred and a thousand more,"
"Till another thousand smother," we were still inching closer to each other. It was a subconscious thing; neither of us knew we were moving.
"That, and that wipe of another,"
"Thus at last when we have numbered,"
"Many a thousand, many a hundred;" he said.
"We'll confound the reckonings quite," I told him with a small smile playing on my lips. He smiled before he continued.
"And lose ourselves in wild delight:"
"While our joys so multiply,"
"As shall mock the envious eye." Our lips were so close that I could taste him. His breath was cool and sweet. Neither of us moved, we just stared into each others eyes as we finished the poem.
"Come with me." he said as he grabbed my hand and turned around pulling me out the door.
"Where are we going?" I asked him.
"To our meadow." He said.
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