I lied. I am updating today. Sorry. /hangs head in shame/ yes. So, I own nothing, because, if I did, I wouldn't be here…typing…I'd be outspending all my money in entirely useless fashions and using and abusing my many male admirers. Hehe
The doors that led to the bathrooms and water fountains were swinging on their hinges. They were air pressurized so you couldn't push them open too fast, but as Bella swathed through them, they were flung back so hard, that they cracked against the wall.
She stalked over to where Mike was getting a drink. She grabbed his shoulder, swung him around, and pushed him against the wall.
"Michael Newton, (I don't know if this is right. I couldn't find his name in my book. ) what the HELL is wrong with you?" Bella hissed angrily in his face.
He cringed back, turning his head so he wasn't looking her in the face.
"What's wrong with YOU?" he countered, trying to duck out of the hold she had on him, and failing. He shook his hair back, to make it look like he had struggled on purpose.
"Nothing's wrong with me. I haven't changed. I'm still Bella. Isabella Leigha Swan. I lived in Arizona before I moved here to Forks. I live with my dad Charlie Marcus Swan, who is the resident police officer here in Forks. See, I'm still the same person."
Mike hadn't looked her in the face this whole time, but now he looked her square in the eyes.
" You have too changed. You haven't tripped once. You move like an angel," (if only he knew, Bella thought) "and you…just…I can't put my finger on it. But you have too changed. And I don't know if I like the new Isabella Leigha Swan."
" Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," Bella whispered, close to Mike's ear. " and I can bring the fires of hell down on you like… this." She brought her hand up to his eye, snapped her fingers, and returned them to her side, all before he had the time to blink.
"Go away." She shoved him back against the wall and walked away. Mike went back to getting a drink like he had been, and then walked into the boys' bathroom, went into a stall, and threw up everything he had had for lunch.
Bella wound her arms around Edward's waist, and kissed him on the cheek. He swung her around until she was caught up in his arms and he was holding her like a baby.
"Bella, spend the night with me in my room." He whispered in her ear. "Tell your dad you're with Jess. I want you with me, in my space, tonight."
Bella bit her lips, looking into his loving eyes with her nervous ones.
"Edward, I don't know. I don't like to lie to my dad." Edward pressed his lips to hers.
"Bella, you know you want to. Just do it. Lie, whatever you have to do. I just want you with me."
Bella paused, looking him in the face. His eyes were different somehow.
"Edward?" she whispered, suddenly afraid, like she had been right at the end, that night in the ballet studio.
"It's me, baby. Don't worry, sugar cakes." Edward never called her pet names. He said they made a mockery of his deep and unfathomable love for her.
"You're not Edward." She stated, pulling away from him, and trying to swing her legs out of his arms.
He looked deeper into her eyes, and enforced, " Yes, I am. I am the Edward you love. I am the vampire Edward."
He also rarely said the word "vampire". He said it was a curse word to him. Dirty. Vile. Disgusting. Not proper for polite society.
"Let me go!" Bella cried, hitting his chest with her hands. "Put me down! Help! Oh, help!"
She gave a sob, drew a deep breath, and screamed. She screamed with all her might, all thoughts of embarrassment, and modesty, and diffidence aside. She screamed for what felt like hours, but must have only been seconds, because "Edward" dropped her…and the spell was broken.
She sat up in a dark room. There was no light. But that was no problem. She could still see. But once she looked around, she wished she hadn't.
The room was like something out of a horror movie, or a Stephen King book. The walls were draped with horribly spiky symbols for holding and terror and panic. On the floor was painted a pentagram, which, in of itself, wasn't horrible, but it was painted in blood. And the blood was fresh. And it was human.
She heard movements outside her door, just before the portal opened.
Wow. I didn't know that would happen. I thought I was going to make Bella and Edward sleep together. Guess not. Guess Bella's not quite ready for that yet. Hmmmm. I wonder who took Bella? I guess you're going to have to read on to find out.
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