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Chapter 34: Missteps
Bella slept restlessly through the rest of that night, with soft grumbles escaping her perched lips. Her complexion glowed as the moon light lit up on her bare skin as she tossed under her comforter, and let it fall halfway off the bed. I could not be sure she was dreaming, for she seemed more uncomfortable in her sleep. She kept latching herself onto the pillow next to her, holding onto it, barring her left cheek against it. But she slept. And I watched. I would have more preferred to have been the pillow she latched onto, but I was not the love of her life anymore.
I do not know if love is what Bella felt for Jacob, infatuation may have been the right word, but love for me is no longer there. As she slept, she had said she was sorry to me, and for what? I haven't a clue, for I was the one who had left her behind and told her horrendous things to let her go. And she did, she believed me so easily. I expected to have to convince her more, and that the conversation that day would have gone much longer. I believed I would never have left Forks if I had to try and continue to convince her that I had to go, but she believed me. It was unchallenging for her to warp her mind around the idea of me not wanting her.
How could she have possibly believed I did not want her. She was the reason for my existence ever since I had met her. At the time I did not understand my lure to her, for I had thought it was because she was my singer, or for my curiosity about her blank mind, but no, it was her. It was her for her incredibly well read intelligence, it was for her maturity at such a young age where she should not have had to grow up so fast, it was for her selflessness, and it too was for being able to be surprised by her. For yes, in ways it was that I could not read her mind, but she always surprised me with the way she thought about life, or the things she would tell me that had run through her mind. Her favorite things, her relationship with her mother and father, her taste in books, movies, music, and how her favorite color changes by her mood of the day. I want to take her to the places that she has always wanted to go. I have never met someone with that much humanity, other than Carlisle, but he had years of experience and time to form that empathy.
I was in love with her—I fell in love with a human. And I had wished for her to encounter bliss and happiness for the rest of her human life.
She woke up that morning, so I had fled her room before her eyes had opened and I made sure the window was shut behind me. She did her normal routine in the morning except she had taken a shower before school instead of the night before. I hid by the side of her house and waited for her to leave. When she walked out of her house, she was wearing a burgundy button-down shirt, with light colored jeans that were very loose on her. I noticed she was much thinner almost as petite as Alice, so I suppose she had not gone clothes shopping in a while. That's something I could do for her, possibly without her noticing too much. Maybe I would go to a thrift store for her and find some jeans that she would not recognize were new to her. She headed towards the school, and I followed behind until she got to the parking lot. I listened to the thoughts in the building throughout the school day. Confessionally, I knew I was stalking. More than stalking, really. It was odd for a man to follow someone around, especially at school, listening.
Her school day went by normally, except she had told Angela that she was heading to the Fork's newspaper today to volunteer and had asked Mike Newton if it was possible for her to change her schedule around at work. I was particularly interested in that, in how she chose to volunteer there, where I still felt compelled to figure out what she had planned for her future. I wanted to ask her about her day, to ask her about these things, to learn more about her life while I was gone, but I could not.
After school let out, I watched her head to her truck. The line in the school parking lot was already filling up, so she sat there, shuffling through some papers until there was an opening and she pulled out, and passed a few people. I followed her down the windy roads as she took a few turns, pulling out into traffic until she finally turned into the small building. She got out, holding her arms to her chest, and headed inside with her head down. I got closer, to listen in. Apparently, Bella was speaking to a woman about getting an appointment with someone about the volunteer work she would do.
As the woman gestured towards the doorway and Bella followed it, I decided I would head inside myself. I found the woman she was speaking to. The woman behind the counter was a small framed woman, with dark short hair that had a red hue to it. Her skin was a pale peach tone and she was dressed in a white button-down shirt, with the cuffs buttoned up. I walked up to her, smiling in hopes to in a way distract her by 'dazzling' her, as Bella would say.
"Hello, sir," her eyes gawked as she looked at me.
Wow, what a handsome young man. Shh... Shh… he is much too young for me.
"Hello," I returned the smile, "I was just curious about the work you do here."
"Oh! I would love to help, but right now my boss is talking to another young woman about volunteer work. Would you like to wait?"
"Oh, that won't be necessary. I was hoping you could just tell me about your job," I beamed a half smile at her while I leaned against the counter. Her heart skipped a beat, and it increased as I moved closer, but not too close that would signal a flirtatious action.
"I—I— how rude of me. My name is Terra—uh, Terra Campbell. Would you like me to take your name?"
I had thought about this many times as names I could use for aliases. Many I had used before numerous times, but I decided to use a different one, one that I had not used so frequently, but was my own name entirely.
"My name is Anthony Masen, nice to meet you," I said as I held my hand out to hers to greet her accordingly, and she held hers out to me, setting her hand into my palm. Her cheeks had blushed and grew in color. "So, tell me about your job, Ms. Campbell."
She had talked to me for some time, ignoring incoming phone calls and emails that had come in through the desk computer. I was rudely not paying attention but kept my gaze on her as if I was. I was more interested in listening into the conversation in the other room. The man that Bella was interviewing with was named Daniel Sanders. He had recognized Bella apparently from his past conversations with Chief Swan over a year ago when he had mentioned that Bella was coming to town to stay with him. They talked for a brief period with questions about what she intended on doing in the future with college, and why she wanted to volunteer here.
Journalism turned out to be something she was interested in, which I was intrigued by. I was even more intrigued by the idea that Bella was saving up money for Princeton and would attend the community college her first year to increase her GPA and hours doing volunteer work here for a better resume. I contemplated the thought of possibly sending Princeton a nice donation for Bella's chances of getting in to increase, along with helping with tuition costs. Apparently, Bella also had a job at the Newton's Olympic Outfitters that was run by Mike Newton's family. Bella was working on her life, and she was doing it responsibly. She was carrying out normal things that women at her age would do, all because I had left her. These things were something I wanted for her when I was still in her life, but I felt I was holding her back from her potential. She was too fascinated by wanting me to turn her, and that was not something I would ever take from her; humanity.
"And that's about it, really. It's not the most fascinating job, but it pays the bills," Terra had said to me.
"Well, it sounds like you do a great job," I laughed a bit, nodding at the lights blinking on the phone line that she had held off from during her conversation with me.
"Oh, wow! I should get back to work. Is that all you were interested in? Can I help you with anything else?" She asked, but I could hear Bella's conversation with Daniel Sanders coming to an end, so it was my cue to leave the building.
"No, that would be all, thank you very much, Ms. Campbell," I smiled at her again, tapping the top of the desk and pushing myself away from it. She returned the smile, pushing a few strands of hair that laid across her cheek behind her ear.
I wish I could have asked his age, he looks young, but damn, I could totally lay him down.
I walked away, looking down embarrassingly at the floor, grinning a bit. I shook my head as I opened the doors, and I walked towards the left of the building, hiding behind the side of it.
Bella had then exited the same doors and headed towards her truck. Bella looked over towards the gas station, and I had also looked over in that direction, but kept my view out of sight. She was looking at a tall bronze skinned woman who was holding her arm up, waving at Bella. The woman's hair was long and tied into a ponytail with bangs that swept across her forehead. She was wearing a white long-sleeved yoga top, with dark blue athletic shorts and black tights underneath. When the women shouted over at Bella, acknowledging her as if she knew her, Bella reciprocated the wave and then opened her truck door as it screeched open, and hopped in. The engine roared to life as she turned the key in the ignition.
The bronze woman began jogging over towards Bella's truck. I looked over at Bella as she held her face down towards the steering wheel, holding onto it tightly. The woman made it over to her truck and began tapping on the window signaling for Bella to roll it down. My body tensed up at their interaction for I was not familiar with her.
"Bella, hey! Crazy seeing you here!" She said.
"Oh yeah, you too," Bella replied with a less enthusiastic tone.
"What are you doing over here?"
"I just put in some paperwork to get some volunteer hours here."
"Oh, neat! You're graduating this year, that must be exciting!"
"Yeah, it is," Bella's monotone voice made me assume that she did not want to encounter this woman or proceed a conversation with her. I could see an image of Jacob flash across this women's mind, and next to Jacob was Bella who was wearing a tight waist fitting maroon dress that accentuated her curves and hips. She looked absolutely stunning in the image that flashed in her mind of her last interaction with Bella. I assumed by the way she pictures Jacob, and the small jealously she felt, that this was Malia. I could see that Malia was emphasizing on that image of Jacob being close to Bella.
"So, have you seen Jacob around? He hasn't returned my calls," Malia said, pushing her mouth to the side of her face, frowning. It seemed that Malia was very interested in asking Bella this question. Images of Malia wrapping her arms around Jacob had also flashed across her mind.
"Oh, yeah I've seen him… and not returned your calls?"
"Yeah, it seems like he's avoiding me. I haven't talked to him since Saturday." Saturday? That was the night I came back to Forks when I had found Jacob in her bedroom, underneath Bella.
"Well, if I see him again, I'll let him know I ran into you."
"Awe, Bella! Thank you so much, Jacob did say you were dependable. Well, I need to go back to my car, thank you for having this chit-chat with me!" Malia said, winking at Bella as she walked away cheerfully, in an almost skip back to her own car. I could see the worry that flew across her mind. The idea of Bella hanging out with Jacob since Saturday had bothered her, especially since Jacob had not returned her own calls.
Bella had rolled up her window and left the parking lot. I was a little interested in speaking to Malia, so I decided to run behind the Newspaper building and creep into the parking lot of the gas station, meeting up to Malia's car. It was a silver 2006 Volkswagen Jetta. I walked near it, watching Malia pull out the gasoline hose from her car, placing it back into the pumping station. I then proceeded to get closer and pretended to be eyeing it as if I was interested in her car. She looked over at me, and back at her car, and then back at me.
Who is this? Why is he looking at my car?
"Um, hello?" She said to me. I looked up at her, smiling.
"Hello, there. How're you?" I said, to her extending my arm out. "Sorry to have bothered you. My name is Anthony. I was just admiring your car."
Her face gawked at me as I spoke. Her eyes grew wide, and I could hear her heart rate increase.
"Oh, ha, this new thing? Yeah. I got it for my birthday! My name is Malia!" She walked closer to me, placing her hand into the palm of mine.
Wow, he's absolutely gorgeous. A little pale for my taste, but that hair… those eyes…
"For your birthday? Well, happy belated birthday, Malia. If you do not mind me asking, and I hope you do not, how did you know that woman over there?" I gestured my hand towards the parking lot that Bella had already left. I had hoped with her youthful age, that she would not have found me to be a little strange for intruding on her when asking that.
"Oh! Her? That's Bella! She's friends with my boyfriend! Jacob Black, do you know him?"
"Yes, I believe I have made acquaintances with him," I replied. With this statement, I had hoped that with her brief conversation with Bella about Jacob not returning her calls would mean that she would not be able to remind him later of our exchange. "So, you say he is your boyfriend?"
She blushed at my question, "Yes, we started dating on Tuesday of last week! He's so amazing, and so funny! We are practically in love!" She dipped her foot in the air, and clasped her hands together against her chest, smiling with glee. She was more than likely a young girl who has watched plenty of romantic movies. But Malia had believed that she and Jacob were still together, hence the conversation Bella had with Charlie last night about Bella being a good girl and not getting in the way of Malia's and Jacob's relationship. But Jacob did not seem to reciprocate the same emotions for Malia that she had for him.
"Well, congratulations. Love is a rare thing to find. I am sorry to have bothered you. I do not think you and I have met before."
"Oh, definitely not. I would have remembered," she said, blushing some more at me. "So, how did you meet Jacob?" She asked, and I wish she had not. If she did not receive contact with Jacob in the future, I hoped this conversation would not become harmful to my undercover habit here.
"I used to live here, so I had seen him around the town. He made an appearance at the Forks High School's prom last year."
"Forks' prom? He goes to school on the reservation," I could see perspiration form on her forehead, and her eyebrows formed downwards in worry. "Wha—why would he be there? Did he have a date?"
"I do not remember, if I am being honest. Like I said, acquaintances are what we are to each other." I tried to save myself from this small inconvenience. "I did not introduce myself to him there. I had brushed past him when he was leaving early."
She nodded at my response, twiddling her fingers across the palm of her other hand.
"Oh, well. Okay…" she kept nodding.
"I should be going. Thank you, and congratulations on your new car. Very fuel efficient," I said smiling at her. Her eyebrow raised in confusion as she kept nodding, and then her expression immediately formed into a smile and she waved at me cheerfully.
"Thank you! Nice meeting you, Anthony! I will tell Jacob I ran into you!"
Well, shit.
I walked away into the gas station after that waiting for her to drive out of the parking lot. I then proceeded to leave the gas station after buying a pack of gum to make sure I did not seem to be loitering. I walked towards the road, looking around me for searching eyes, and then proceeded into the woods, running down the tree line back to Bella's house. Bella was cleaning the kitchen from last night and cleaning the downstairs floor of the house.
I had waited, but I did not fully feel comfortable keeping myself outside. Any stalking of the house by the wolves would immediately alert my return, so I had to go back upstairs into her room.
I made myself through her windowsill, sliding in. I looked around as if to look for any changes she had made in her room. There were none, besides some laundry on the floor, but other than that, it was the same. Of course, it was the same, because I spent the night here last night, gazing upon her. Wishing for her dreams to be full of bliss. I wished more to have held her into my grasp while she slept, but alas, she could not know I was here. I could not interrupt her life, but I could wait, and watch her from afar to make sure she would always be merry.
A vibration in my pocket had interrupted my thoughts, and it was Rosalie who decided to call this time.
"Well, hello grave digger," I whispered to her in a hushed voice that the humans downstairs could not hear; annoyed.
"Ha, cute," she replied. I could hear the sarcasm and displeasure in her tone, "I am sorry about that. I just wanted you to come home, to be a part of this family again. I had no clue she was alive."
"Took you a long time to call, I see. What a graceful apology."
"Well, good thing I had called. You sound more chipper than usual," She replied.
"Chipper, huh?"
"Well, you answered the phone. And, your voice does not sound hoarse anymore, or as sad as it usually does. I find that to be a win," Rosalie's tone became more smug.
"Get on with it," I said sternly, impatiently.
"Wow take a pill. I heard you were back in Forks; that made Esme very happy, you know. I was calling to see if that is permanent, wanting to know if we could all come back. Be a family again, or whatever…" she broke off her sentence, "Look, Ed. We all miss you, and if Bella is back in your life again, then I suppose we are happy for you," Rosalie said, annoyed.
"Well, hold the applause then, Rose. Bella is not back into my life, I am merely watching her, making sure she is safe. No one else is returning."
"Safe? Safe from what?" I could hear her laughing loudly through the receiver.
"Safe from her own two feet?" Emmet busted into a laugh in the background. I started to grind my teeth together, hissing.
"Hey, I know, I know. I heard there were new pups in town. I would love to tie a bone to their tails."
"Rosalie, if you called just to chat, then I will gladly hang up," I replied sternly.
"No, wait. Wait. I want to ask you something…" she paused, taking in a deep breath. "Edward, the way that Alice talked about that pup and how it showed up to check on Bella when Alice arrived at Forks… well, I have to ask. Is there something going on between them?"
I hesitated at her question. While I hoped Alice would heed to my warning of not gossiping about Bella's life or my intentions being here to the family, it was in a way comforting to speak about it, even if it was Rosalie.
"Maybe," I replied, gulping in my words.
"Maybe? Well, Edward… This could be good for her. I mean, in a human way. With you—there was always a possibility that she would have to turn, just to be with you forever. I would have never agreed to her desire for that, but it was very likely," she paused," But with Jacob, she doesn't have to. She can be happy and live a human life that I desperately yearned for. Edward… please come home."
"You think I have not thought about that, Rosalie? Of course, I have. All I ever wanted was for her to have a normal human life without me interfering and bringing danger into it. That is why I left!" My voice became rasher.
"Then why are you there, Edward?"
"Jacob Black is a wolf. Not just any wolf, a young adolescent one. Highly uncontrollable."
"I suppose… She's just a human, Edward. I don't understand why it's your job to keep her safe," she replied, and I ignored her. "What are you doing anyways? Where are you?"
"I am watching over her, Rosalie. I am in her room right now."
"You're in her room?!" Rosalie gaffed.
"Yay, bless you, Edward!" I could hear Esme cheering in the background.
"I have not made myself known, I just wanted to be here, to keep her safe."
"Stalkerish, much?" Rosalie said.
"Goodbye, Rosalie," I said, hanging up the phone.
The vacuum ceased to roar downstairs as I then heard Bella scrambling for the cooking pots in the lower cabinet. I decided that while Bella was with Charlie, she would be safe. And that is all I wanted for her, yes? I did want that, her safety. That is why I was here, in her room. I felt oddly unconfident of that decision. I decided I did not want to be up in her room right now. Torturing myself over my mental dilemma; over my true reasoning for being here. I skipped out of the window, jumping down. I decided I wanted to head deeper into town, passing a few stores until I saw the regular hangout area that the high school students decided to hang out at during the weekend, but today was only Monday. It should be necessarily more dead than usual, but I needed to clear my head. I headed inside the Fork's lounge that was teen friendly, but also adult friendly, as well. The bar inside was stocked with alcohol but had many selections for light entrées and virgin drinks. As I headed inside, there were a few people I had recognized from brushing by them in the past, but none that would recognize who I am. The town was small, but big enough for people to not know everyone.
I slid myself onto the bar stool, next to a woman who was generally in her early twenties. This woman was someone I do not think I had come across before. She looked to be nervous, as if maybe she did not usually come to this kind of scene. Her skin was a light chestnut brown, and her dark hair curled and swept around her cheek bones. Her attire was mostly modest, wearing a grey V-neck soft top with a flowy navy-blue oversized cardigan that hung low. Her jeans held tight against her legs but were cuffed around the ankles with grey sneakers to complete the casual outfit. Her scent smells of sweet lemons, as if maybe the body wash that she uses was a lemon scrub. The woman was staring towards the liquor cabinet, with her index finger tapping repeatedly on the coupe glass that was half full.
What a bitch, what a fucking bitch. I—what a fucking bitch. Her mouth clenched against her teeth, and her eyebrows furrowed downwards.
"Hello," I said to her, not making eye contact with. I did not know how to fully approach her. I truly just felt the urge to speak to someone, someone who did not know me, nor I knew of.
She had stopped tapping on the glass and looked over at me with a confused expression on her face. "Hello? Do I look like I want to talk to you, right now?"
"My apologies, miss. I will leave you alone."
She pressed her hands against her face, running them down her cheeks, pulling the skin with it down. She groaned a bit. "No, you're fine. I shouldn't have been rude. Been a rough day…" She grabbed the coupe glass, lifting it to her lips to take another sip. I nodded at her.
Bit, harsh, Olivia, bit harsh.
"Well, I'm free to talk. Bit of a rough week for me, as well." I looked over at her, to make eye contact this time. I pursed my lips flat across my face, forming a half smile at her. Her eyebrow raised at me, and a humorous smile formed on her face.
"Rough, week? What are you, like a teenager?" She chuckled, and I joined in as well. While I knew my death age was seventeen, my real age was one hundred four years old, but that was something I would rather keep to myself when encountering a human. But I did go to college in the past and was able to pass myself for a sophomore all the way to senior year, so I decided to draw my hand in that possibility.
"No," I continued to chuckle, "sorry if my youthful appearance deceived you, but I am actually twenty years old. Will be twenty-one in June. My name is Anthony, by the way," I replied, flashing a smile at her. She nodded at me and sipped some more of her drink.
"Free to talk, huh," she kept nodding, with that humorous smile on her face still. "Well, can you relate to a girl who just got cheated on by her own girlfriend who thought she was only into ladies? But turns out, she's not only into ladies, but also into your older brother where you then find her unclothed on top of him in his bedroom?" She looked at me directly, eyebrow raised, biting onto her lip.
I looked at her, raising my eyebrows in shock. I returned that humorous expression, "Well, you said rough day, so I am presuming that this happened… today?"
"Yepp," She said, popping her lips on the P.
"That sounds incredibly confusing. To deter on the obvious issue that is causing your discomfort, may I ask why you thought she was only into women?"
"I assumed, I guess. But you know what they say, 'assuming makes an ass out of you and me.' I don't know. She just had the look," she said, chuckling.
"Oh? There is a look?"
"Well, not entirely. That would sound very generalizing of me, but in a way yes. She had short hair, dyed bright blonde with a few strips of green in it. She would always wear tight tank tops and she had some hand tattoos on her wrist, fingers, and ankles, along with one behind her ear. I don't know. Just kind of screamed lesbian. But that's what I get for generalizing her." She sighed, setting the coupe glass down, holding her finger up at the bartender asking for another round. "Just give me a gimlet this time, thanks." She glanced her eyes at me again, and back down, and then back to me again. "Sorry, would you like a drink, too for your 'rough week?'"
I shook my head, "No thank you. I am not a drinker, nor am I legal till June."
"Right…" she nodded again.
"So, how do you plan to cope? I mean, I know it was just today, but how do you feel? Are you upset about losing her?"
"Am I upset about losing her?" She choked on her own words. "No, not at all. I'm just pissed, really, at both of them. I mean. My own brother? C'mon. And to cope? Well, I am sitting at a bar, talking to a random dude I never met about my day. I think I'm coping pretty well." She held her index and middle finger tight against her thumbs; emphasizing the sarcasm. We both chimed in on a good laugh.
"Glad to hear it." The bartender walked over with her new drink, and he had slid a glass of water to me. I mouthed, 'thank you' to the gentleman.
"And you? What about you?" She asked, propping her elbow on the bar counter, resting her chin on the inside of her palm. This was not something I really wanted to talk about. It was the whole reason I came here. I just wanted a small distraction, but she had already told me her story, so I thought it would be polite to share mine.
"Well, last year I had to break up with my beloved because I was moving. I did not want her to have to worry about forcing a long distant relationship. I rather she had focused on her life, to keep it moving forward, without me being in the way."
"Ahh, well that was generous of you."
"Generous? No, not the way I did it," I replied. She raised her eyebrow at me. I broke off my sentence, hesitating to say more.
"Hmm… well, Anthony. What did you do?" She said, breaking the brief silence to get me to continue sharing.
"She wanted to move with me, and I could not do that to her. I could not take her future from her, so I said some horrible things so she would let me go… I told her that I did not want her anymore, and that she was not good for me."
"Dude, what the hell? You never say that to a woman. I would've probably slashed your tires over that one," she said, chuckling. This time, I did not reciprocate in the laugh.
"I suppose not, but it worked. She moved on."
"So, this is where you moved?" Olivia asked.
"No, I decided to come back. I could not stay away anymore. I love her, and I always will be irrevocably in love with her."
"Well, what are you doing here, at this bar, if you aren't talking to her?"
"I needed to get away from my thoughts..." I said, trailing my words to a stop.
"You need to be less vague, dude," she said to me and I nodded.
"I came back when I heard she had been in an accident. Then I came to find that she had moved on. This would not have bothered me, really. Well, I guess I cannot lie, because it does puncture, but I did want her to move on with her life. Difference was, is I do not think the guy she moved on with is good for her, either."
"And why did you decide that?"
"I know his kind —or well, his family."
"If he's dangerous, maybe you should call the police?"
"The Chief is her father. He does not know the threat that her new boy poses. And now I am here, hoping to keep an eye out for her. To make sure he does no harm to her."
"Tricky situation, but are you sure that is what this is about? Not keeping her safe, but instead are you hoping to win her over? I mean, c 'mon. You can't possibly believe after the things you said to her that she'd want anything to do with you. Like I said, if my 'true love' said that to me, I definitely wouldn't have believed it was true love to begin with." She raised her eyebrow at me sipping her drink.
"I suppose you are right, but no. I assure you, I am here with good intentions."
"Mmhm, sure, buddy." She sipped at her drink some more.
I took a deep heavy sigh, pushing myself on the bar stool away from the counter and lifting myself off of it. This conversation was not helping my mentality. "Well, I regret ending this conversation, but it is about that time I should head home. Thank you, honestly."
"My pleasure," she said, nodding at me with a half-smile. "Thanks to you too."
"I just remembered; you haven't told me your name. I should have asked, I am sorry." I already knew her name from her own thoughts but thought it would be polite to ask. I held my hand out to her.
"It's Olivia. It was nice meeting you, Anthony," she said placing her hand into my palm, shaking it. She smiled at me, and I returned the same. I leaned into my back pocket; pulling out my wallet. I opened it and laid down a fifty-dollar bill towards the other side of the counter. "Oh, gosh, no, you don't have to do that." She placed her fingers on the bill, pushing it closer towards me.
"It's my treat. I hope your week gets better, Olivia," I replied to her, flashing a half smile. She looked down at the bill again, and back up at me nodding with a pressed smile, rolling her eyes, and then she chuckled.
"Goodluck," she said to me. God, for his sake, I hope that girl takes him back.
I headed out of the lounge and decided it was time to go check on Bella. Olivia was a nice girl, but no, she could not understand what I am implying. She knows not of the supernatural this world possesses other than the stories, and even those stories do not present themselves to truth. Even Olivia did not question in her mind about my inhumane presence being near her, so no, she could not understand.
I could hear Bella running down the steps in her home, jangling the keys in her hand.
"Bells, hey wait," Charlie called out to her, "where do you think you're going?"
"I'm going to see Jake,"
"It's getting dark out there, and I don't want you driving around and getting lost. We still haven't caught those wolves that people have been going crazy about."
"I'm not going into the woods, dad. Just going to see Jake," Bella said in frustration as she marched out of the door, closing it behind her. She held onto her keys as she opened the door of her truck, letting out deep sighs as she pushed the key into the ignition, letting the truck sputter and then roar to life.
Bella is going to the reservation. It's dark, and I cannot possibly protect her there for there was a treaty line in place. And Charlie knows of the wolves? Does he know the threat of their existence to Bella, like I had been one to her? But the word 'caught' is what he used. I suppose he does not realize who these wolves are, and that they are just merely animals that are roaming the woods.
I ran after her truck, keeping my distance so she could not see me in the stained rear-view mirror, until she had driven across the treaty line down the road to the reservation.
Bella... no...
Hello, thank you for reading the story! Fanfiction had a technical problem this past week where my last chapter "The Room" that I had posted on Saturday was not viewable! I looked it up on their Q&A bulletin and many writers on this site were having the same problem. None of their new chapters were posting, but their followers and readers still were getting email notifications that a new chapter was posted. For an odd reason, new chapters were only visible via the fan fiction app, but not through desktop. The chapter "The Room," I believe is now visible for you to read.
Please leave any reviews or comments that you have! I want to make sure to keep this story interesting to you all! (: Thank you! ~SavKelly