Chapter 2
EDWARD'S POV
"My name is Lucas. Lucas Anderson, otherwise known as the Van Helsing of werewolves."
I was standing near the table, staring at his wild hair. It was crazy; it almost reminded me of a clown.
"So what exactly are you doing out in the woods, setting up traps? And why aren't you bothered by us vampires?" Jasper drilled the stranger.
"Well," Lucas leaned back in the chair, "first of all, I believe that there is a werewolf somewhere around here, and I'm going to find it. I figured that it would be in the woods; however, I caught you by mistake."
"But you still haven't answered my question." Jasper sat down.
"Which one, you have so many."
Alice and Bella laughed.
"Why aren't you bothered by us?"
"Oh. Well you see, my father was killed by a werewolf, and so I swore to kill all werewolves. If you don't tell on me, I won't tell on you." He smiled.
"You should stay here." Bella piped up.
"He should?" Jasper and I asked at the same time.
"Yes he should." Alice smiled sweetly at Lucas.
"Well only if I'm not a bother. I should be out of here in a week at the most."
"You can sleep on the couch. I'll go get you some blankets and pillows." Alice skipped out of the room, and Jasper followed close behind.
"Bella can I speak to you for a second?" I asked, pointing to the porch.
"Sure." Bella got up, and followed me outside.
"What the hell were you thinking! Going out into the woods! I told you not to go out there, and what do you do, you go out there!" I shouted.
She sat down on the steps. "Edward, cool it. I'm fine."
"I will not cool it! I told you not to do something and you went against me anyways!"
"Edward, you don't always have the authority to tell me what to do." She was standing now, her hands on her hips.
"Yes I do Isabella Swan!" I knew right away what I had done.
She gaped at me. "What…did you just call me?"
"Bella-"
She waved her hand at me. "No, I'm out of here."
"Bella wait, I didn't mean it."
Don't you dare follow me or I will become your worst nightmare.
I stopped at her chilly words. I watched her run off, and sat down, covering my face with my hands.
BELLA'S POV
Before going to Charlie's, I fed so that I could avoid temptation. Charlie seemed delighted to see me.
"Bella, what are you doing here?" He hugged me.
"Hey Dad." I went past him into the familiar kitchen. Edward used to come in and sit down, and I would wonder how someone so beautiful could be in a place so…not beautiful. No, I wasn't going to think about him.
"Did Edward hurt you Bella?" Charlie sounded mad now.
"No, we just had a fight. Do you mind if I stay here tonight?"
Charlie's face softened, and he came over to me. "I'm sorry Bella. Of course you can stay."
I smiled. "Don't worry, it'll be alright."
He nodded. "Do you need anything? I was just heading to bed."
"No, no, go ahead." I shooed him away.
When I was alone, I walked slowly up the stairs. I remembered bolting down the stairs, and Edward was there…his kiss made me faint…
"Stop thinking about him." I whispered to myself.
When I was up the stairs, I stopped by the bathroom. So many human minutes, now all of them were gone. Now they were vampire minutes, and sometimes I spent them with Edward.
My room was still the same. It was empty of my things, but it was full of memories. Memories of Edward watching me as I slept, memories of Edward and I cuddling, memories upon memories of us together.
I sat down on the bed, and sighed.
Why were all of these bad things happening? First it was the Richfields', and then we think someone is hunting us. Luckily, Lucas wasn't after us.
Suddenly, I heard music playing softly outside. I went to the window, and saw Edward, standing below, a boom box over his head.
"Oh my God." I opened the window, and looked out.
"Bella, I'm sorry." Edward looked up with sad, topaz eyes.
"Don't tell me you've seen Say Anything." I groaned.
He smiled, and turned down the volume. "I was flipping around on TV once and saw it."
"This is so cliché."
Edward quickly climbed the tree outside my window, and leaned forward so that our faces were almost touching.
"Can I help that John Cusack has very good ideas?"
I laughed. "Aren't you creative enough to come up with something on your own?"
But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
"Shakespeare? Come on now Edward."
"I'm sorry, all of the good stuff is taken."
I frowned, and backed away a little. "I still haven't forgiven you."
"I said I was sorry Bella."
"Sorry isn't good enough." I turned to walk away.
Edward leaped through the window, and pinned me against the wall, holding my arms above my head. I could have resisted easily, but I chose not to. He seemed pleased with my decision.
"How about this?" He kissed me gently, and then deepened the kiss.
"Where did you get that from?" I opened my eyes when our lips parted.
"That one was an Edward Cullen original."
EDWARD'S POV
"Are you kidding? Bella how many showers do you need?" I rolled my eyes.
"Edward, just go do something until I'm done." Bella slammed the door.
"Geez, you'd think she'd be nicer to me now."
I heard that!
I went into the bedroom, and pulled my shirt off. I heard Bella humming her lullaby, and hummed along with her.
A shadow went by, and I slowly walked to the door. Lucas was opening the bathroom door, and stood, watching for a second.
"Lucas," I didn't hide the snarl in my voice as I closed the door, "my wife is in there."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't even realize. Is there another bathroom perhaps?" Lucas seemed surprised to see me.
"No."
"Then I'll just wait." He smiled, and quickly went down the stairs.
I looked at the bathroom door one more time, and then went back into the bedroom. There was something funny about that Lucas guy, and I was going to find out what it was.
BELLA'S POV
What was that all about?
Nothing.
"Liar." Bella pulled on a shirt and a pair of shorts before climbing onto the bed.
"Will Charlie be worried?" Edward asked, trying to change the subject.
"No, he'll figure it out." I looked at the book in his lap. The cover was black, with a pair of white hands holding an apple. "What's that?"
"It's called Twilight, it's about some guy who falls in love with a girl, and the guy is a vampire."
"Sounds cool, let me know when you're done reading it."
Edward put the book on the nightstand, and pulled me into a hug.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Lucas is bothering me."
"Why? He seems nice."
"He was trying to look at you while you were in the bathroom."
My eyebrows rose. "Really? His thoughts were pretty clean, he was just thinking about how to catch the werewolf."
"I'm telling you, that guy is a creep."
"You're a creep."
"So are you." He ruffled my hair.
"Don't do that! I hate that."
Let's just say that Edward ruffled my hair a few more times…and we ended up breaking the bed.
EDWARD'S POV
"So Lucas," I sat down next to him as he shined his pistol, "any suspects as to whom this werewolf might be?"
"As a matter of fact yes." Lucas didn't look up.
Just don't shoot me for almost walking in on your wife.
My lips curled into an evil smile. "I won't."
He looked up. "Won't what?"
"I won't shoot you."
"How did you-?"
"Bella and I can read minds. I won't shoot you, just be more careful next time."
"Of course." He tipped his hat, and went back to shining his pistol.
"So who is this guy?"
"Actually," Lucas laughed, "it's a girl."
"Oh?" I leaned in.
"Here's her picture." Lucas pulled a picture from inside his overcoat, and handed it to me.
The girl looked about the same age as Lucas. She had blonde hair, almost white. She had one green eye, and one brown eye. She looked pretty nice, not the type that would kill people.
"Her name is Amber Hutchins. I believe that she's responsible for a few missing persons cases, and that she came here to hide from me. But I found her."
"So you did. Why do you think it was her?" I handed the picture back.
"Well, when I was hunting in Los Angeles, I came across a werewolf, but I didn't kill it. As I was driving that same night, I saw Amber walking down the street. Her clothes were tattered, and when I stopped to ask her if she needed a ride, she seemed surprised and scared.
"Later that week, I came across her again at a bar. She was quick to get out of there when the sun started to set, and so I followed her home. She went inside her apartment, and later, I found her door broken off its hinges, and when she returned, she didn't seem angry or upset."
"So you're going to kill her?"
Lucas loaded the revolver, and put it into his overcoat. "Yeah."
"But what if you're wrong?"
"I haven't been wrong before." He started for the door.
"You were wrong about us."
He paused, and then laughed. "Nothing gets past you…does it?"
Before I could respond, he was gone. Alaska would have to wait.