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BPOV
Once home I hopped on the computer and started trying to find some thing I figured I'd look up was their features. So getting on Google I started my search. Once I finished loading all the facts in a few websites popped up. One looked promising it was about all types of legends and it also appeared that some of those legends were from around this area. I clicked on the link and up popped several facts about shape shifters, witches, and vampires. Just out of curiosity I clicked on the shapeshifter legends. I started reading and the more I read for some reason Jacob came to mind. It was pretty much the same instinct as when I first saw Jacob and Billy at the house. I just knew that this was about them. No wonder my instincts were telling me to stay away.
Next I clicked on the legends of the witch. It seemed they were immortal and had powers that would grow to full maturity at 18. Their powers started between 16 and 17 and had to have a parent that was also a witch. Huh I guess that was something I'd have to think on later. Since it seemed to have some characteristics to me.
Last was the vampire. After just a few lines I was thinking that I had hit the jackpot with this website. It seemed to describe the man from Phoenix to a tee, but I still didn't understand the difference in the eye color of him and the Cullen's. All the other stuff seemed to be spot on though. It says according to the legends from this area they were called The Cold One's. They drink blood and were supposed to be extremely dangerous. So what was a whole coven of them doing at the high school, and there weren't any reports of missing teenagers. I also got more of a reaction from Jacob then I did the bronze haired God Edward. Okay I can't keep thinking of him this way. He's dangerous and I have to believe that. So why does my heart hurt so much at the thought of not seeing him. This has to be some kind of crazy magic. I've never had any guy turn my head so why now. Oh well I'll figure that out later I have to find some answers.
Now back to the witch legends. It says one parent has to be a witch, but I've never seen anything out of the ordinary or have I? Just the thought brings up a memory of when I was a little girl and a box my grandma Swan had. It had a strange design on the front that I had been fascinated with as a child. I had snuck a look once, and inside there was a book written in some strange language I didn't know as a child and a few herbs and things in jars. Wow how could I have forgotten something like that? I know Dad keeps a lot of old stuff in the attic and I'll just go and look when he's not around. He's at work most days and he said something about going to fish with Billy this weekend. I sure hope he doesn't invite me to go. I'll have to think of an excuse if he does I sure don't want to be down there.
I shut down the computer and decided I might as well try the attic before he gets home. Once I got there and tried to turn the door knob it wouldn't budge at all. What's going on here? Seriously all the stuff that's been happening and now the attic is locked. It's never been locked before. What am I not supposed to find? Is it going to be that bad? Those were just some of the thoughts going through my head. I wish there was someone who could help me find out where the key is and just like the other times before I just know the key is in dad's pocket of his work coat. Great now how am I supposed to get it? I'll have to come up with something soon, but for now I better get dinner started before he gets home and catches me up here. I don't have a good lie for what I would be looking for. Oh well I'll figure something out after I'm alone later.
I jogged down stairs and pulled the steaks I'd had marinating in the fridge out and put them in the pan to cook. I grabbed a couple of potatoes and stuck those in the oven and then went and started on the salad. I figured dad needed some healthy food since all he seemed to have eaten over the years living on his own was diner food. I knew he'd probably try to skip the salad, but I wouldn't let him. About the time everything was done dad walked through the door. "Bells is that you?" "Yay dad it's me. I'm just about done with dinner. Why don't you wash up?" I got the stuff on the table and we sat down to eat.
Dinner with my dad was always a quiet affair, except for tonight. He seemed to want to bring up the Blacks and Jacob in particular. I so did not want to talk about him. Dad kept asking me if I enjoyed talking to Jacob the last time he was here. My only response to him was I didn't know him well enough to make that decision. He seemed to be trying to get me to agree to something with Jacob and that just was not going to happen. "Dad sorry but I'm honestly not attracted to or have any feelings whatsoever for him. He's not someone I'd even consider for a boyfriend." My dad didn't seem to like that and had said he and Billy had always liked the idea of us being together so I'd stick around and be close. Yay sorry that's not going to happen. "Sorry dad but I don't have any desire for that to happen." While dad was talking about me and Jacob being together I could have sworn I heard a growl from outside. No it couldn't have been anything it was just me imagining things. After me shutting him down he said we could talk about it later. Yay I don't think so.