Edward POV
My fingers drummed on the table while my son paid for the abnormally large box that was being set up in the living room. Annoyingly enough, my wife had been told to shield all of the workers and my son and daughter in law, so I had no idea what it was that was being placed beside my large TV.
I felt the weight of the letter in my back pocket and shifted, eyes on the clock as it continued to tick around, closer to where it would stop, and I would have to be at the library in the proposed section.
As a mind reading vampire I very rarely was left to do the bidding of other people, un less it was my wife, then as it always was, it was a case of, 'your wish is my command.'
"Okay, come on dad, its ready!" Ant called from the lounge.
I repressed a groan and followed my wife into the lounge, my eyes narrowing at what I saw in the centre of the room.
It was a fish tank.
I raised an eyebrow, "Wow."
Ant's face fell, "I know what you're going to ask dad and..."
"How much did it cost?" I asked and Bella sighed, rubbing my arm with the hand that wasn't holding my own.
Ant shifted uncomfortably, "Close to six hundred dollars."
At this point I thought that my eyes were going to fall out of my head, I looked my son over, to see my daughter and an ashen Ness as well as Ellie looking slightly triumphant, as if they had said that this would be my initial reaction.
"Six hundred dollars, on a box of water?" I asked.
Aimee and Ness went to get dressed and Ellie left the room to do something I was no longer interested in. What I wanted to know was why exactly my son and Chris had thought that I would possibly want what it was they had bought.
I ran my hand over the waist of space, knowing that I had little of an hour left to leave the house in time to meet my meeting with Zara.
"Dad you could at least pretend to be happy." Ant muttered and Chris excused himself as we all heard Renesmee groan and vomit upstairs.
I knew it was wrong, but I suddenly found myself praying that she wasn't pregnant.
"You spent six hundred dollars on a box of water, how is that supposed to make me feel?" I demanded.
"Err I don't know, happy maybe?" Ant cried and I growled at him, telling him silently to stop acting like a child. Under the circumstances that may have seemed really hypocritical, because I was acting like a child to get out of the house, to make my secret deadline.
"Dad look at it this was okay, how would you feel if Chris bought you a lavish gift?" He demanded.
I raised one eyebrow, "I'd wonder why you didn't get me something."
He sighed, "In all seriousness dad, look at it this way, you did better than your father, you would want to show him how well you've done wouldn't you?"
Whether he was speaking about Edward Masen Senior, or Aro, I was unsure, but regardless as to his subject, my answer would have been the same.
"I had no competition when it came to my father." I snarled and stormed form ten house, climbing into my car and screaming down the streets of Forks. I seemed to get out of the car before it had even stopped moving.
I walked through the double doors into the library, taking a deep breath in as they swung shut behind me. The over whelming stench of dust and packing dirt hit me, along with some other humans insignificant blood flow under transparently thin skin.
But over all that, there was the smell of too much perfume, and ten secret scent of triumph. I swallowed, and walked forward to where I knew the scent would be strongest.
I found her flicking through a book idly, her back to me and one tight red dress over her skin and hair in exactly the same place as the first time we met.
She smiled to herself and threw the book at me over her shoulder. Caught it in one hand, and fought the urge to snort upon reading the title.
"The complete works of William Blake." I mused and she turned to look at me, folding her arms over her chest and raising an eyebrow.
"I didn't think you'd solve my riddle that easily, I am quite impressed." She stated.
I smiled wryly but it faded as my face hardened.
"I don't have one ounce of me left that doesn't want you and your sister dead." I snarled and took a step towards her. She swallowed and then realised just how thin the ice was she was standing on.
I continued to advance, until she could back no further, her spine moulding into the shelves of books as I towered over her.
"I am giving you the chance now, to tell me where my son is." I snarled.
She swallowed, "I don't know."
My lips curled back over my teeth and my hand smacked down beside her head on the books, catching the edge of her temple, causing her to cry out quietly.
Due to the nature of the time of day, at just gone lunchtime, the library was deserted, even of the people who worked there. There was no reason for them not to leave the place unguarded, what was there for youths to steal in a library?
"We'll try this my way now shall we?" I snarled and she whimpered.
I swallowed like I had battery acid in my throat, "Where is my son?"
Zara shook her head, "I am not going to tell you."
I was about to smack her into co-operation when the door slammed open and a group of hormonal teenagers fell in laughing. I felt a whoosh under my arms and I growled when I saw that Zara was no longer between them. I smacked the shelf and watched as part of the metal bent under my hand.
My hands raked through my hair and I frowned when I saw one of the books fallen on the floor.
I crouched and picked it up in my hands straightening up to flick it open at the page it had been bent at.
I read quietly to myself, "And until we meet again, may god hold you in the palm of His hand."
The book was all but thrown back onto the shelf as I went to storm out to my car. I growled and started t drive home.
I was still no closer to finding my son, and had been lead down a blind alley and seen all my hope crushed when my son was not back in my arms.
I swallowed, what a way to spend my birthday.
