Just a reading suggestion for you, guys.
Try listening to Waterloo from the Mamma Mia! soundtrack during the kitchen chase scene.
It makes it even funnier.
Angela had always loved Sundays. It was a ritual in the Weber household to get up early and make their way to the church. Her father would be busy with preparing for the service. Her brothers would be left with their Sunday school teacher. Her mom who was the choir leader and Angela would be warming up with the choir.
However, on that Sunday after the events of Port Angeles, Angela just wanted to stay in bed all day and never leave the safety of her comforter. Her mother was surprised to see her still in bed as they were a family of early risers. Aside from the twins, they were usually up before eight. Her mom lightly knocked on the open door of her bedroom.
"Morning, love," Her mother greeted softly, albeit a bit worried. "Are you not getting up?"
"I'm not really feeling well, mom," Angela kept her head under the comfort, feeling the guilt gnaw her insides. She was a terrible liar and knew her face would give her away. "I'm sorry. I don't feel well enough for church."
She had never faked being sick to get out of anything. She always feared getting caught and reprimanded or worst of all, the disappointment on her parents' faces. Her good behavior had some use now as her mother didn't even question her fib. Anna Weber simply reminded her that there was still leftover soup in the fridge and to feel better.
Angela lied under her comforter in disbelief. She couldn't believe that worked. She stayed in bed and listened as her family left the house and drove away in her father's old Honda Civic. Finally crawling from her bed and still in her pajamas, she made her way to the kitchen for some soup.
Mr. Mozart had just finished his own breakfast and watched her as she worked on heating a bowl of Hot and Sour soup. Angela had never felt more drained in her life. The previous night felt like a fever dream that wouldn't leave her alone. After she ran away from Edward, she headed back into the cinema and hoped witnesses would deter him from doing anything to her.
He didn't follow her inside but Angela spent the rest of the film, watching the door of the cinema in fear that he would shuffle in and find her. Even after they left the cinema and got into Lauren's car, Angela kept checking out the window for any signs of him. Her friends asked her why she was shifty and she said she was merely excited to get home. Jessica had put on the Mamma Mia soundtrack and her friends sang along with it as she worriedly stared at the window for any signs of a Volvo in the darkness.
Lauren dropped her off at her house and she ran inside without looking back. Her family had gone to bed and she moved around the house locking every door and window she could find. She grabbed the small wooden cross in the living room and placed it on her desk, finding comfort in seeing it as she lied down in her bed. She didn't fall asleep for a long time, sitting up at every sound she heard outside. Mr. Mozart must've sensed her distress and lied down on the bed beside her, snuggling close and she stroked his soft fur gratefully.
The soup was warm enough and she transferred it to a bowl and found a spoon to start eating. The simple comfort of food was something she always appreciated. She focused on each spoonful and the flavor of the soup, letting it fill her with warmth. Contented, she finished her meal and washed up.
Mr. Mozart had jumped on top of the fridge again and she stared up at him, deciding whether to just let him come down when he wanted or try to bribe him.
"Moz, do you want some treats?" She cooed. "I still have those chicken ones you like…"
He hissed at something behind her. She froze and found herself paralyzed in awareness and fear. Slowly, she turned to find what she knew had to be there. Edward Cullen stood there in her kitchen, his expression bemused.
"Please don't scream."
Angela didn't scream. She ran past him to the bottle of holy water her mom had placed next to the TV. Uncapping it, she turned back to Edward and held it up like a weapon. He held up his hands in surrender but was still moving closer. Mr. Mozart was yowling from on top of the fridge.
"Angela, please," He said. "Let's just calm down…"
"Stay away from me!"
He didn't stop. She threw the holy water and it hit him straight in the face. He froze in shock but he didn't burst into flames or even get a little bit smoky. He wiped at his face and tried to get the water out of his eyes. Blinking, he stared at her in annoyance.
She looked in dismay at the empty bottle in her hand, wondered why it didn't work. They had that bottle of holy water for years. She didn't think it could expire. She looked up and saw Edward was still coming towards her.
She threw the empty bottle at him. He dodged it, moving impossibly fast to the side. The bottle landed somewhere near the fridge. Her heart sped up in fear and adrenaline as she looked around her for a weapon. She eyed the big wooden cross on the wall but knew she wasn't strong enough to get it off the wall or carry it.
Edward was only a few feet from her. She ran past him again and he sighed. She went back to the kitchen counters and grabbed one of the knives on the rack. There was a gust of air and Edward was suddenly beside her. He grabbed the knife from her and threw it across the room. With a short pause, the whole knife rack followed.
"Hey!" She yelped. "Stop destroying my stuff!"
"You were about to try and stab me," He intoned, irritated. "And probably hurt yourself in the process."
She was about to argue back that she had the right to defend herself against a vampire. Either legally or morally, causing harm to another person was not okay but she did not feel like becoming his meal. And she didn't care if it wasn't very nice. Then, Mr. Mozart jumped from the fridge and landed on Edward's face.
Angela stared in shock as Mr. Mozart clawed at Edward's face. Her cat yowled as Edward tried to get the cat off him. Fearing he was going to throw her cat across the room, she grabbed Mr. Mozart from him. Her cat continued to yowl and hiss at Edward even as she clutched him protectively to her chest. She worriedly checked to see if he was harmed but he appeared to be fine. Edward, on the other hand, had deep scratches all over his face like somebody crudely carved into marble with a knife.
"Damn feral cat," He growled. "He keeps attacking me."
"Why aren't you bleeding?"
She was very disturbed that there was no blood coming out of his wounds. Her cat had scratched other people before and her father even had to get stitches one time.
"Wait a minute," Her eyes widened. "You said he keeps attacking you? Have you snuck into my house before?"
He grimaced before nodding. "Only once. And your damn cat jumped at me from the top of your dresser."
She remembered when she found her window being slightly open. She didn't recall being awoken in the middle of the night by Mr. Mozart trying to claw an intruder's face off. Then again, she and her family were all deep sleepers. She probably didn't even stir as the whole thing happened.
Edward sighed. "You slept like the dead."
"You would know, Mr. Vampire," She retorted. "Is Edward even your real name?"
"Of course," He leaned back against the kitchen counter behind him and sagged. "At least you're not screaming and running away anymore."
"What do you want?"
"To talk," He told her, gently. "I just want to talk."
She kept Mr. Mozart clutched to her chest like an overprotective mother, fearing he would try to eat her cat. "No biting?"
He nodded. "You're not even my type."
She knew she shouldn't be offended but she was. As if her blood not being good enough for the vampire was a negative. She kept Mr. Mozart close to her as she walked to the couch and took a seat. Edward followed her and tried to sit beside her but she put her feet up and took all the space. He sighed at her rejection and sat on her dad's armchair.
She stroked the fur of Mr. Mozart, the world's best cat, her protector. She was going to give him as many treats as he wanted from now on. Edward fidgeted when she met his gaze. She frowned at him.
"What do you wanna talk about?"
"Oh, um…" His brow furrowed. "I just wanted to clarify I don't want to kill you."
"Great."
That was nice to hear from a vampire. Not that she had any reason to trust him.
"Well, it's not that I don't want to kill humans but I choose not to," He continued. "It's a lifestyle choice for myself and my family."
He made it sound like they were a family of vegans and not a family of vampires. Fear and horror bloomed in her chest as she realized his whole family were all vampires. There was a family of vampires in Forks and nobody noticed. Which looking back was truly unbelievable with how pale they were and how they always disappeared whenever it was sunny and how they never ate anything….
"Oh my God."
She buried her face in Mr. Mozart's fur. She was an idiot. Everybody in town was an idiot for not seeing it. He even said yesterday in Port Angeles he had 'a specific dietary requirement' which apparently was human blood.
"Animal blood," He corrected. "We don't drink human blood."
She gaped at him and remembered something else from the previous day. He mentioned something about reading minds. He winced as she threw one of her mother's frilly couch cushions at his face. She let go of Mr. Mozart after he squirmed to be freed.
Edward sighed. "Please stop throwing things at me."
"Stay out of my head!"
"I can't. It's not something I can shut off," He explained. "I wish I could. Most people's minds are horrible."
Like hers? She felt very self-conscious, knowing now that he'd been hearing every thought in her head. She always thought her mind was a safe place for her that nobody else could touch. She felt violated.
He looked pained. "I'm sorry. I really can't help it."
She hid her face in her hands. She didn't know how to process any of this. Her mind was spinning. She wanted to go back to before Port Angeles and she had no idea vampires were real.
"If it makes you feel any better, I like your mind," He offered, lightly. "It's kind and soft and even a little funny. I don't dread hearing your thoughts."
What was she supposed to do with that? She looked up at him and saw the pleading look on his face. Why was this creature of myth bothering to talk to somebody like her? Eric was right how he described her that lunchtime. She was just Angela.
She liked who she was, ordinariness and all. But why did he care if she hated him? Or feared him? It didn't make sense.
"Because I like you," He confessed. "I don't know when it started. I was around you for over two years and I didn't saw you. Then I finally did and I couldn't look away."
"Why?"
He got up from the armchair and knelt down in front of the couch and she could stare directly into his golden eyes. "Remember what you said about love being quiet and steady?"
She recalled them sitting in that same living room and how annoyed she was with him.
"Falling for you was quiet and steady." He smiled ruefully. "And even when I tried to fight it, I couldn't stop."
She looked away, unable to face him. She was going red as she tried to take in his confession. His words were sincere and lovely and she should be melting. How many nights had she fantasized about a boy feeling this way about her? She just didn't think it would be with a vampire.
"Um," She tried to get her brain to work. "I need time to think."
He nodded as if he expected that. He got to his feet. "Take all the time you need."
She got to her feet and wrapped her arms around her torso in an attempt to center herself and not fall apart. Too many things had happened in a short space of time. Finding out Edward Cullen and his family were vampires and now Edward Cullen telling her he liked her. Her brain was going into overload.
"I'm going to go," Edward almost whispered, like he was scared she would start screaming if he was any louder. "I'll see you tomorrow at school."
He walked towards the front door. She stopped him.
"How'd you get in?"
Sheepishly, he answered, "Bathroom window. You forgot to lock that one."
She inwardly cursed. He smiled softly. She remembered he heard that. He shrugged, unable to really do anything about it.
"Edward," She said. "Please never sneak inside my house again. "
He nodded and finally left. She ran to the bathroom and found the open window. After closing and locking the window, she went to the sink to splash water on her face. She flinched at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was messy from sleep, her face still puffy, and she was wearing her pink pajamas with the yellow ducks.
She would've never left the house looking like that. Edward confessed his feelings to her while she looked at her worst. She wondered maybe he really did like her or maybe vampirism caused impaired vision. Either way, this would only happen to her.
The part where Angela threw holy water at Edward's face made me laugh so much, I had to stop writing for two minutes. I will be honest and say I never intended for this story to be funny but there are just too many moments that are naturally funny in Twilight.
1. A lot of Christian households have at least crucifixes or holy water (but not all). I grew up in a Christian household so I know. And this is a pastor's household and if there's any house with holy water, this is it. In case you didn't know or were curious, Angela's dad is a Lutheran minister.
2. This is the confession in the woods without the sparkling (yet). Angela's blood doesn't sing for Edward so he doesn't want to kill her as much as he did with Bella. And he genuinely enjoys her company. Also, I'm tamping down some of Edward's creepier/problematic qualities.
3. Chapter title is from the Mamma Mia! soundtrack. I actually listened to the soundtrack while writing. Mamma Mia for Angela running from Edward in Port Angeles, Waterloo for them battling in the kitchen, and Why Did It Have To Be Me? for Edward's confession.
