Cold Ones and Wolves
Chapter Three: What is this feeling?
I don't own Twilight or New Moon, Stephenie Meyer does!
Isabella Swan, October 15, 1885
It has been days since I have seen Edward but I dream have him every night. Emma is better so Dr. Cullen's services or no longer needed. Its sixteen more days until the ball and I hope I will get to see the earth bound angel that is Edward again. I hear a knock on the door.
"Come in," I said not caring who it was. My mother opens the door with a big smile on her face.
"You have a young suitor downstairs, Isabella," she said smiling. I felt my hopes soar, maybe Edward is downstairs.
"Who is it?"
"Michael Newton," smiled my mother. She thought that Michael or Mike was a wonderful gentleman and very handsome but she has not met Edward.
"Oh," I felt my face fall and my nose wrinkle in dislike.
"Michael Newton is a very wonderful gentleman and quite handsome, you should be honored that you fancies you, Isabella," she said almost yelling that a proper lady never losses her temper. I sighed and got up and walked downstairs. I saw my father, Charlie, talking and laughing with Michael. Michael hair was blond and short like he always had it.
"Ah, Isabella, there you are," my father said turning and smiling at me," Michael is here to see you, Isabella." Michael stood up and took my hand, bowed and kissed it.
"Why Isabella, you get more beautiful every time I see you," said Michael. I couldn't help but blush.
"Thank you Michael," I said grimly thinking of a million others places I would like to be other then here. The one I really wish to be was with Edward.
"Please," he laughed, "call me Mike." I smiled lightly. "Would you like to go for a walk, Isabella?"
I looked at my father and he nodded with a huge smile on his face. I turned to Mike and nodded.
"Wonderful," smiled Mike and took my arm and we walked out the door. The air outside was cool and crisp.
"Will you be going to the ball, on the 31st?" asked Mike will hope in his pale blue eyes.
"Yes."
"Maybe you could save me a dance?"
"Maybe," I said not looking at him but looking into the forest.
"Have you heard about the Cullen's?" Mike and his gossip, he loved it like him money.
"Yes, they are very nice, I met Dr. Cullen and Edward." Mike looked a little upset.
"I don't like Edward, his looks like a fop."
"He is not," I said quickly.
"Do you really know him, Isabella? I met him at the club and he is not a good boy to be around Isabella, I would feel better if you didn't see him again." Mike quickly looked at me. I was shocked, how could he say such things about Edward. I looked into Mike's eyes and saw the answer, he is jealous of Edward.
"I think he is a gentleman," I said looking away from Mike. Mike changed the subject and started talking about his father's business and how he was going to own it and such. I signed and looked down at the ground not listening to him anymore. We somehow made it back to my house. He opened the door for me and I weakly smiled at him. My mother had tea made for us and we sat down and talked. My mother looked like she would have said yes if Mike asked for my hand right now.
"Have you met the Cullen's, Mrs. Swan?" asked Mike. I glared at him. If he told my mother those lies about Edward she would believe every word of it. If Mike told my mother the sky was green and the grass was blue she would believe him.
"No, I haven't," said my mother looking a little sad. She always likes knowing all the society gossip.
"You haven't, Isabella has met Edward," he growled a little at Edward's name. "I don't like him, I don't think dear Isabella should see him, he is a horrible boy, heaven knows what he has done in the past, I fear for Isabella and your safety, if you see Edward." My mother gasped.
"I think he is a gentleman," I said. My father walked in.
"Who is a gentleman?" asked my father smiling at Mike.
"Edward Cullen." I said smiling.
"Cullen," he said rubbing him chin, "I met Dr. Cullen, he is very nice and a wonderful doctor, I think he said that Edward wanted to be a doctor too." My mother weakly smiled, her eyes wide.
"Well, I must be going home of dinner," said Mike getting up, "Thank you, Mr. Swan and Mrs. Swan," he turned and looked at me, "Isabella." He smiled and walked out with my father talking some more. My mother looked at me.
"Mother I feel quite exhausted, I think I will be getting off to bed," I said getting up. I got to my bedroom and closed the door. How could Mike tell such laughs about sweet Edward? A feeling came to me, loathing, loathing Mike for telling lies about beautiful angelic Edward. I laid down thinking about the ball and how I couldn't wait until I saw Edward again.