Hi Everyone...
My beginning a/n is the same, says the same things and thanks my support group.
I want to thank everyone for reading my story. I appreciate the comments, reviews and recs. And I want to thank the many people who place this story on alert or in the favorites that I can't PM. Just know, I thank you for giving my story a chance.
Okay, more …. let me thank am13er for introducing me to Fan Fiction... Thank you, Amber.
And I want to thank Linda Cullenboyz, Beautiful Beta. She edits at the drop of a hat with lightning bolt speed and accuracy. She knows every comma, misspelled word and improper phrase... my grammar lifesaver!
I can't thank her enough for writing my wrongs. (ooo love this pun!)
And go read her story, Captain Howdy (#8065636). And Linda is writing another story. So, get ready for a period piece!
And because I am a slow person (dealing with fleas), this is not beta'd. Please, forgive my mistakes.
And a little variation from my teaser. It 's an inspiration from the lemons God.
And as always, Stephenie Meyer owns the characters. I just borrow them for a bit.
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Chapter 29: Searching for Roots
From previous chapter:
Edward and Jasper return all of the boxes back into the attic. I follow them with a smaller box and lay it on a chair. Something catches my eye and I bend down to get a better look. There is a strip of faded-green fabric, poking out from behind an aged wooden storage trunk. I open the lid and retrieve a handmade, fabric envelope.
I sit cross-legged in front of the trunk and place the envelope in my lap very carefully, as I unfold the worn fabric. I can smell a hint of lavender, once I pull the coarse manilla paper from its makeshift protection. Smoothing the ancient page with my palms, I strain the see the faded outlines.
I whisper to myself, "Oh my God."
Edward with his supersonic hearing walks towards me, squats next to me and stares over my shoulder. "Is that...?"
Jasper follows to my other side and mumbles, "Wholy shit!"
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Jasper kneels down and takes a closer look. "Shouldn't you be wearing gloves or something? You might tear it."
Alice comes barreling into the room. "What's all the commotion about, Jazz?"
But Edward answers, "I think its a map." He waves Alice over. "C'mere and look, Alice."
Alice stands over me, places her hands over my shoulders, so we are face to face. "Wow, that looks really old, Bella. Do you think it's a treasure map? And what kind of language is that?"
I look Alice in the eye. "I don't know. But we need to show your grandmother. Maybe she'll know."
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We catch Mags in the kitchen, eating a bag of chips with salsa. Three beer bottles sit in front of her. She must have a wooden leg, because she is as thin as a stick.
She smiles with a burp, "Oh excuse me." Giggles. "Watcha got there?" She stares at the envelope in my hands and nods her head.
"I found it sticking out of one of the trunks." I place it in front of her. "Have you ever seen this, Mags?"
She shakes her head slowly, up and down. "Yeah, years ago."
She looks at it carefully, smoothing it on the table with gentle hands. "Lizzie told me about this map, when we were kids. Thought nothing of it, but the legends. Her aunt gave us some cock and bull story about royalty in their family."
I just stare at her and gasp, but Alice squeals, "Bella's a princess?"
Mags smiles. "I don't know anything about being a princess, but she may be a Lady."
"Wow, Lady Isabella!" Alice sits next to Mags, as she loses every color of her face. "That's amazing. But what language is that?"
Mags continues, "It's old English. This goes back to the year 500." We all gasp and sit around the table with Mags and Alice. "You have sort of a family feud going on," Mags says to me. "Apparently you own a castle that other relatives live in and won't leave."
Alice breathes out, "A castle like with a mote and dragons?"
"No, this castle is on its own island."
I ask, "Where?"
"Off the west coast of Cornwall." She giggles, "The weird thing, you can walk over to the island, when the tide is low."
"Wow," we all blow out.
"And this map will direct you to the treasure that's hidden somewhere in that castle. But the squatting relatives can't know about this map or the treasure or they will claim it," she warns.
"Why hasn't anyone tried to claim the treasure?" Edward questions.
"That's a good question, sweetie. This map was lost. LIzzie packed it away for safekeeping. I can't believe you found it. She talked about going over to England. Then again, she was not happy with those lost relatives. Very odd set of people."
"Why is it they live in the castle, if Gran owned it?" I ask Mags.
"Lizzie, didn't want to start trouble with them, since there wasn't any deed. And other relatives live in the surrounding villages." She rolls her eyes and mumbles, "Something about witchcraft and ghosts."
Alice shakes. "Oooo, it's sounds really creepy."
Jasper finally speaks, "Sounds really cool."
"I'm still confused here. Gran never spoke about this castle, family or map to me?"
Mags shoves a chip and dip in her mouth and chews. "Bella, I can only say, she probably just stored it in the back of her mind. The family didn't get along. So, Lizzie just forgot."
I exhaust a breath. "She never forgot anything."
"But when she is deep in thought, she dismisses. I know she would throw an idea to the side, if she had important things to do. Bella, she was too busy watching over you," Mags defends.
"She would tell me about our relatives, but nothing about Cornwall and a treasure." I huff. "And certainly if there was royal blood!"
Mags looks at me thoughtfully and frowns. "Maybe, she remembered at the last minute?" I stare at her. "Ah, look to the green, it was?" She points to the map. "It is green?"
Realization hits me and I nod. "That would make sense."
Edward asks, "What? What?"
I look at everyone, then at Edward. "My Gran wrote me a letter, before she died. She mentioned something about looking into the green. In fact, I had asked you about it, Mags."
Mags giggles, "I thought Lizzie had a vision of you, Edward. Your green eyes?"
Edward blushes, Jaspers chuckles and Alice yelps.
"Maybe it's this map. Maybe she wants me to finally look into this."
Mags agrees, "Yes. It makes sense. Whatelse would she have meant about the green?"
"I got an idea." I get up and run out of the room, Edward follows me.
"Where are you going, Bella?" he asks.
"To your room to get my phone." We jaunt down the stairs. "Edward, Gran had Jason write out her letter. I have to talk with him. He may know something."
Well, Jason surprisingly didn't know anything about the castle and its treasure, but he would look into it for me. We are still at a dead end.
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Esme returns home from grocery shopping and we are all back in the kitchen, including Charlie. We eat ready-made roasted BBQ chicken, potatoes and stuffing. My dad's head is practically in his plate, as he scoops up every morsel. Ten to one, this is his first meal of the day.
He looks so tired from the investigation. Apparently, the drug trail leads to Seattle and, now, the Feds are coming in. Tomorrow, Dad will brief the two agents and give them the list of party goers. All the girls did drink the punch. So, needless to say, each boyfriend … Yeah, well, Edward didn't complain. Jasper did. He says JJ, Jasper Junior, is broken.
We discuss the possibility of the treasure and blue blood lineage. So weird. Charlie nods at every comment, then we both look at one another. As though we are in one another's mind, we begin to laugh. The belly roaring, rolling laughter that makes you shed tears and your stomach aches.
Charlie catches his breath and exhales, "Yes, that thought ran through my mind, Bells!"
Esme clears her throat, adds another scoop of potatoes onto Charlie's plate. "Are you two having a psychic moment?"
"The thought of royalty and Renee` made me chuckle." Dad laughs again.
I giggle, "She would be looking for the family jewels!"
Jasper slips in with a sly grin, "Didn't she already have the family jewels?"
Charlie shoots him a dirty look and Jasper hangs his head in fear.
Mags adds, "My thought exactly, Jasper." She glares at Charlie, "Oh, get over it, Charlie. It was funny."
We all laugh.
Dad wipes his mouth with his napkin. "I think you should take a trip over to Cornwall. Maybe over Christmas vacation."
I look at him in utter surprise. "Are you serious? You'd let me go over there?"
"Well, not by yourself." He sighs. "Look, Bells, I would feel a whole lot better with you out of Forks. Someone targetted your party." He looks over at Alice. "And you, too, young lady!"
Alice grins. "Then, Bella and I can go to England?"
Edward is very quiet. He plays with his food, moving his potatoes around with his fork, while I watch him carefully.
Jasper frowns at Edward and mouths, "What's the matter?"
Edward shakes him off.
This silent conversation doesn't get past the Chief and Dad says to Edward, "I don't want you in Forks, either. You and Jasper should go with the girls." He whispers to Edward, "You know you have to look after her. Trouble looks for her."
"Hey, I heard that, "I complain, but deep down I feel relief.
Jasper and Edward high five one another and the gloomy face is gone. He turns his head and smiles at me. I shyly grin.
Charlie reassures Esme, "We can do Christmas before or after the kids go. What do you think, Esme?"
Esme throws her hands into the air and smiles. "Whatever the kids want to do."
Mags agrees, "Yes, we can celebrate with a huge Thanksgiving and, when the kids get back, we can do Christmas." She looks around the table. "Yes? No?"
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Everyone splinters off, after dinner. Charlie takes off for the station, all gung ho over the agents' arrival for tomorrow. Esme and Mags play high stakes poker at the kitchen table. Esme's quite the card player and Mags grunts and moans a lot. Alice and Jasper search the best buys on plane tickets, while Edward and I settle into his room to watch a movie.
"Bella, do you want to tell me what the fuck is bothering you?"
"I'm not sure." I huff. "Well, maybe I do. I can't believe my Gran never told me about this castle." I lean my head on his shoulder.
"Baby, she had a lot on her mind." Edward kisses the top of my head. "She was more of a mom to you than a grandmother."
"But we talked about everything, Edward. This doesn't make any sense to me. And to be cryptic in her letter, look for the green." I get irate. "What the fuck is that? She could have said to look for the freakin' map!"
"Bella, she was sick. We don't always think clearly. I'm sure she didn't mean to make it a mystery."
"But it is. I feel like she kept it from me. For some reason, she really didn't want me to know. Why?" I sigh. "And we were in London so many times. She never mentioned Cornwall."
"I don't know what to tell you. All we can do is go there and check it out."
Edward wraps his arms around me and start to massage my back and shoulders. I can feel the tightness easing up. I moan in ecstasy . God his hands. "Edward, that feels so good."
"Let me make you feel better," he whispers into my ear. He takes my hand and helps me off of the sofa. "C'mon."
"Where are we going?" I frown.
"To your house. I don't want anyone commenting on the sounds coming from this room and you getting all embarrassed."
I smile. "You are a sly dog!"
"No, I want to be alone with you without four sets of eyes and ears," he grumbles.
After we tell Esme and Mags we are going out, we take the short ride to my house. Edward parks down the street, so it appears no one is at home. And the street light across the street is out.
We are in darkness as we cross the front lawn and walk through the front door. We fumble up the stairs.
As we enter my room, Edward holds me close, softly kisses my cheeks, my temples, my nose and my awaiting mouth. It's chaste and tender.
"Bella, I said I was going to make you feel good," he whispers in short breaths into my ear, sending chills up my spine.
I quiver, "Now, that can be mutual."
He breathlessly hums, "I'm counting on that."
We both smile, deepen the kisses, barely gasping for air. "Edward, the bed," I finally gasp.
Backing me up to the edge of the bed, Edward gently drops me to the bed and crawls over me, swirling his tongue behind my ear and down my neck.
We struggle to tear off our clothing with arms and legs flailing in different directions. I smack him in the jaw with my hand, "Ooops, sorry," I apologize.
He mumbles, "That's ok."
Once naked, we pretzel together. My arms around his neck with my hands scratching his scalp, pulling his hair and threading my finger through every copper strand.
Edward massages my back, rubbing me in forceful circles, from my shoulder to my hips. He cups my ass and squeezes, pushing himself into my very needy center. His erection is hard, as he thrusts down into me and I pull upward onto him, wrapping my legs around his hips.
His right hand sneaks in between our bodies, plunging two fingers into me, circling the wetness and dragging his fingers over my clit. He soaks me over, continuing to ignite my arousal.
I yell out, "Oh, yeah. Keep doing that." I hiss and clench my teeth, sounding like a rabid animal. "So good. Mmmmmm. Edward, don't stop."
He kisses a trail down my neck. "I won't baby. I want to hear you cum."
As his hands go in one direction, I push back into another. The friction, the tightness going in my belly and I clasp down upon his fingers, cumming from my inner eruption. I shake and go dumb numb. I can't hear. I can see. Basically, I feel coma stupid. An in-between state. Not here. Not there. Not anywhere. Just up in the clouds, floating from euphoria.
Edward rubs his rock hard head over my opening. God and I thought this couldn't get any better. He strokes my clit up and down, serging my volcanic vagina back into orgasmic mode. Little explosions like small firecrackers are set off. Oh yeah, I see many colors.! Then, he creates the most amazing magic, by plunging his cock wand into me that takes my breath away. I do see God, all the apostles and angels. Yeah, I think they are angels flying around us. It's totally heaven. And St. Peter grants us absolution. And I'm not Catholic, wholly shit!
Once Edward settles into the depths of my flaming pit, he starts to move at a slow pace. I move along with him, trying to set a faster pace. "Edward, harder. Go faster."
He flips us over and holds my hips. "Bella, you set the pace, Baby."
Okay, the man gives me control and I ride him like a brahma bull, leaning back and holding onto his thighs. I hiss and breath in short spurts. Reaching behind me, I surround Edward's balls, massaging them forcefully.
Edward grunts, hisses and makes a noise I can't explain, but it sounds damn sexy. He reaches for my breasts and literally tugs on my nipples, twisting and stretching. A bit rough, but it feels so good, turning up out heat.
"I'm going to cum, Bella," he groans, as he removes one hand and fingers my clit.
My movements are fast and tighter. Edward pushes, until he fills me with his molten lava. One, two, three jolts of his eruption. I love this volcano thing. I can call Edward my "Mountain Man of Plenty", no "Volcano Guy of Magma". No wait. "Eruptus Man of Colloidal Clit Connection".
He takes a long breath and exhales. "What are you thinking?
"W-w-why?" I slyly answer.
"You look so deep in thought," he rasps.
I am about to tell him my volcanic lingo, when we hear a sound downstairs with the front door creaking open.
"What was that?" I whisper.
We now hear movement in the living room.
"Oh crap, Charlie came home."
Edward bolts out of the bed like a leaping gazelle, barely touching the floor. He picks up our clothes and shoes. He nods at me and mouths, "Your closet".
We both quietly huddle in the back of my clothing, naked and nervous. Oh God, I didn't close mt door.
Footsteps walk up the stairs. A flashlight flickers into my room and a strange, male voice chuckles with sniffles and coughs, "Hey, I think this is his daughter's room."
Edward holds me close around the waist. I place my hands over his and hold my breath.
A woman's voice sniffs with a lisp, "Hmmm, thmells like thex in here."
"Hey, as much as I would like to fuck your brains out, right now, let's get this job done and get the fuck out of here," the low gravel voice spews.
We hear movement throughout the room. The strangers toss things around and hit the floor.
"Okay, this will do. Let's go to the other room," gravel voice orders.
"Maybe we thould meth up her clothet," she says.
I tense and Edward shakes his head for me to be still.
"Naw, we did enough in here. Remember, just a mess, no overdoing!" He emphasizes, "Just in and out."
She laughs very high-pitched, "Yeah, I'd like thome in and out action."
He coughs, "You are such a horny bitch!"
They exit my room and we hear them throw things around in Charlie's bedroom. Footsteps pass my door and back down to the living room. More disruptive noise. Then, the front door slams shut.
I finally breathe and whisper, "Their gone?"
Edward whispers, "Yeah, I think so. Look, stay here. Let me check things out."
We both quietly come out of my closet. Edward quickly dresses, as I pull on a robe and put on the light. My room is a mess. Well, more than it usually is a mess. "My my God!" I look around.
He starts to walk to my door and I follow. He turns and glares at me. "Stay here!"
"No, I'm coming with you," I demand.
He sighs and takes my hand. "Don't touch anything. We need to call your dad, after we check things out."
As we head for the stairs, I flip the switch for the downstairs light. We descend rather slowly. I hold onto Edwards arm tightly, as he guides us into the living room.
No destruction, just a mess. I mean, I would think they'd break Charlie's flat screen TV, steal a gun or two or break my mother's cheap, God-awful china in the cabinet. Who scatters things around and not take anything?
"This is fucking weird," Edward mumbles, as we walk through the living room to the dining room and, then into the kitchen.
I shake my head, "Who does something like this?"
Edward turns to look at me. "Someone who is sending a message."
"But why?" I ask.
"It's a warning. They're messing up your dad's world, Bella."
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After I dress, we call my dad about the break-in. Minutes later, the blaring of sirens barrel down the street.
Edward and I wait on the front stoop, as we watch Charlie get out of his cruiser. Two other cars with officers join him.
"And you two are alright?" Charlie hugs me tightly.
I sigh. "Yeah, Dad, we're fine."
"Why were you here?" he demands.
"I do live here!" I say.
Charlie looks at the both of us and nods. I swear we can't have sex without someone knowing about it.
"Why don't you kids go to the back house," he gestures with a nod of his head, "and I'll be over later."
"Don't you want us to tell you want we heard?" I blurt out.
"Bella, it's bad enough you were in the house, while it was being ransacked. I'd rather you and Edward take off." He glares. "We'll talk after I am through."
Hand in hand, Edward and I start to walk to his parked car.
"Why don't you go through the backyard?" Charlie asks.
Without a thought, Edward rambles, "My truck is down the street."
Charlie looks at Edward, then at me. The look of recognition appears on his face of our intimate rendezvous and I hide my head in shame on Edward's arm. Will this ever end?
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Edward pulls into the garage, we get out of the truck and walk into the full kitchen at eleven-thirty at night. No one stops eating in this house. Mags, Esme, Alice and Jasper eat from a huge platter of loaded nachos.
"Oh good, you're home. Come and have some," Esme urges us. She smiles broadly.
Edward and I explain about the break-in. Alice and Jasper give us "knowing" looks, while Mags is too busy with the nachos.
I look out at the back yard and see Charlie walk across the deck. He sees me and nods. I wave him in.
"Charlie, have you eaten?" Esme stands to get dad a plate.
He raises his hand. "Please, Esme, I'm fine." He smiles at her. "Don't go to any trouble."
"A beer?" She temps.
"Now, that I won't turn down." Dad grins with a chuckle. He pulls up a chair from the island and sits at the table, as Esme places a bottle in front of him. "Thanks."
Alice tells Charlie," Edward and Bella were telling us about the break-in. Thats horrible, Chief?" She turns to Edward and me. "Did you recognize the voices?"
Edward shakes his head. "The guy had a scruffy kind of voice with a cold, very nasal. The girl lisped and had this high-pitched kind of whine. She sounded like someone, but I couldn't put my finger on it."
"Both were very annoying," I add and ask Charlie, "Did you find anything?"
Charlie takes a gulp of beer and sighs. "They must have worn gloves. We only found our prints. Tore up the place, but nothing was damaged."
"Seem as though they were trying to get your attention. Keep you busy. Maybe away from something else?" Esme hints.
"I think James Hunter is involved!" Mags blurts out. "I'd look in his direction."
"But Mags, he's in custody," Alice states crossing her arms.
"Don't matter. He's got people!" Mags stares at Charlie.
Jasper kids Mags. "He's got people?" He imitates a Valley Girl voice, "Oh yeah, my people will call your people!"
Alice hits him on the arm. "Shut up!"
Jasper rubs his arm and puts his head down and mumbles, "Sorry."
Charlie squints his eyes and smooths out his mustache. "And you two didn't see them?"
"No, Dad. We were hiding in the closet."
"Well, you were pretty damn lucky. Not that I think those two would have harmed you. It's who hired them is my concern," Charlie huffs.
Alice interjects, "It's so weird. Spiking the punch. Trashing your house. What's the reason?
"Well, we don't know that, Alice, but we're going to find out." He takes another gulp of beer. "In the meantime, I'm going to arrange for you kids to be out of school, after Thanksgiving. We won't wait for Christmas vacation. I want you kids out of here."
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For the next three weeks, we try to keep a normal schedule. Edward and I both help out Emmett at his school. It seems with all the crime in Forks, I laugh it's nothing like New York, parents send their kids for self-defense, from grade school to our age.
Emmett praises trouble's attraction to me. His business booms with more students. He knows we will be gone for about a month. He devises a self defense class for the masses. In other words, he will hold onto every student by teaching them in large groups. When we get back, we will split the groups up. Not a bad idea.
Charlie and I spend our time away from our house. Not that I wasn't already doing that! But the safety issue is better. I don't want him there and he actually stays away.
It's kind of cute how Esme makes the sofa up for him in the living room. I gaze at the two of them, one night from Edward's doorway. Both chatting, while they tuck the sheet over the cushions. Esme fluffs the pillows, while Charlie spreads out a blanket. They have Edward and me in common, but I get the feeling more is there. I don't know how I feel about my future mother-in-law with my dad. Why shouldn't they be happy? And I already love her like a mom. Hmmm, I will have to work on this, when we get back from England.
We go to school, do our projects and homework. All of our teachers adhere to Charlie's early release and we have class assignments and homework for a month plus.
Thanksgiving finally arrives and we all cook something for dinner. Even Jasper does his version of a string bean casserole. It doesn't look too bad, but I think I'll let Edward eat it first.
We sit down to dinner. Dad and Esme, at the head and tails of the table. Edward is next to me. Jasper, Alice and Mags across from us.
Jasper says a prayer about thanks for the grub. Not very traditional, but it works. We dig in to a traditional meal of turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, green bean surprise, Jasper's recipe. (Yeah, I'll wait on Edward), cranberry sauce and marshmallow yams. Oh, and homemade gravy.
The buzz about the trip excites me. I place my hand on Edward's inner thigh and squeeze. He swallows his bite rather hard. Ooo, hard. I get a stern look. Then, he winks and puts his head down. Charlie gives us both a warning stare.
With dad in the house at night, he is a great cockblocker, Edward's afraid to touch me, let alone look amorous. So, yeah, I keep the play going and Edward balls get bluer. Poor baby!
After the pie contest... Yes, Dad, Jasper and Mags decide to challenge one another on who can eat the most pie in the shortest time. Let me just say, pie stuck in a mustache is really gross. And usually Jasper's table manners are impeccable, but competition mode is on and he gets pie in his hair and all over his shirt. Mags looks as though she rolled in it. We'll have to hose the three of them down later.
Esme video tapes the three of them. They look as though people threw pies at them. They are a sticky mess. Believe it or not, Jasper is the winner. Five pies and not one hurling moment, Jasper reigns supreme on loving pie. I did hear him say to Alice that her pie was better. And I wonder, hmmm, Alice doesn't bake. Oooooo...
Once we get pie boy clean, we ready ourselves to drive to the airport.
The plan is simple. We put the truck in the long-time parking garage. That way, we don't need anyone to drive back and forth. It's three and a half hours to Seattle. Although Charlie and Esme appreciate did put up a fuss, they finally let it go.
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Sea-Tac is a busy airport. Our flight departs at 7:15AM and we arrive at JFK at 3:30PM. We have a layover for over three hours. Alice wants to shop. I don't want to set foot on solid ground. My luck, Renee` would be in my face.
We did harness Alice's bags by promising her a shopping trip in Paris. Oui Oui. Mon Ami! She has a carry-on and two large suitcases. For her, that is good.
We stand in the long boarding line. I lean my head on Edward's chest, as he stands behind me. His arms are around my shoulders. He rests his chin on my head. I intertwine my fingers into his and kiss his fingertips and look up at him. "I can't wait to be in London with you."
Edward kisses my nose. "Bella, we're only there for a day." He sighs.
"I was thinking we could spend a few more days?" I plead.
Oh, I get the sly smile. "Maybe."
We giggle.
Alice turns to us with evil eye. "Paris!"
"Yes, Alice!" I blandly say.
I'm about to read her my riot act, when I hear a whiny, lispy voice.
"C'mon, thupid, we went to the wrong airline," she screams.
"I can't help it if I can't read your writing," he nasally rasps. "Its too fucking early to go to Boston, Sherry."
"Thop your complaining, Thamuel Armthrong. It's a free trip!"
I freeze in Edward's arms, as he watches our home invaders walk away.
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