Chapter Six: Riddles

I don't own Twilight or New Moon.

Isabella Swan November 1, 1885

I sat in the library looking for something, anything, about the riddle that Jacob had placed on me. Maybe he was just joking, but something inside of me tells me that he is not. Of course that leads to other questions like why does Jacob care, and would Edward really hurt me? But do I really know him. I have only talked with me three times, I haven't known him or his family for along time, but they seem like nice people, of course looks can be deceiving. Why do I always run into this type of things, why can't I be normal? But what is normal? Who says what is normal and what is not normal? Who says when someone is crazy or sane? Who has the right to say someone is not normal when they might have some flaws themselves? Who, society? But who is society? Who can say something is unnatural or terrifying just because we don't know about it? I felt my head spinning from all my thinking, so many question that no one can answers. I picked up one of Walt Whitman poems and read, 'Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems.' I put it down not wanting to think anymore, just relax. I picked up and random book and walked outside to read it in my favorite place, under a weeping willow tree. I sat down and opened the book, Dracula. I chuckled lightly, who would believe such nonsense. Vampires, going around sucking peoples blood, and can't go out in sunlight or would burst into flames. Nonsense as it was, it was still good literature. I slowly got lost in the book; it was nonsense, but fascinating nonsense.

"Bella?" I jumped dropping the book and losing my page. I looked to see Jacob standing there trying to hold in a laugh. I glared at him, he was the one that gave me this riddle, and he was the cause of my headache.

"What do you want, Mr. Jacob," I asked fixing my hair and smoothing out my dress, trying to make myself look proper.

"I wanted to talk to you, Bella," he said bowing over and picking up my book. Joyful, more riddles! He booked the book and saw the name and raised his eyebrows.

"About what, Mr. Jacob?" I asked grabbing the book from him. He smirked at me and folded his arms across his chest.

"Anything on your mind, Bella," he whispered so sweetly. I started at his Indian face into his beautiful brown eyes.

"I want to know about, you Jacob," I said.

Jacob laughed and pointed his index finger into his chest, raising his brows, "Me? You want to know about me? Wouldn't you like to know about someone else first?"

"I will get to that someone later," I said quickly.

"Well, my name is Jacob, I'm of the Quileute tribe, and that is about it," he smiled.

"Ok, how do you know what they are?" I asked looking into his eyes.

"All of my people know, silly Bella," he laughed. I frowned. He stopped laughing, "please be careful, Bella," he whispered so quickly.

"Why should I?" I asked watching me closely.

"Don't think that Edward is the only one that cares for you," he whispered then turned and left. I stood there stunned. I quickly rushed back in the house for dinner. My mother talked about her gossip and father talked about how little crime there was. I smiled and ate but not really tasting it. I thought about Edward and now Jacob. Jacob was a nice looking young man, not as handsome as Edward but still handsome. I thought about how my life seemed to be a massive riddle now and something told me that everything was going to change.

"Yes, well, I have invited the Dr. Cullen and his sons to the gentleman club to get to know them better and to see how they like it here in Forks. Renee, why don't you and Bella invite Mrs. Cullen and their two daughters to go to your club, hum?" asked my father looking up at my mother.

"Mrs. Esme Cullen, Alice, and," said my mother then wrinkled her nose in detest, "Rosalie. Esme and Alice are wonderful ladies but Rosalie is very pigheaded about the rules of society and how to be a proper young lady."

"Well maybe Bella could become friends with her and help her, wouldn't that be nice," said my father smiling at me.

"It would be something," murmured my mother.

After dinner I put the book back in the library. I walked down the hall still thinking about Edward and Jacob.

"Miss. Bella," said William rushing up to me with a letter in his hand.

I smiled, "Hello, William, how is your wife doing?"

"She is well, Miss. Bella, thank you, but you have a letter," he said handing me the letter. I looked up in his wise old blue eyes. They were sparkling that told me something was going on. I was about to question him but he smiled and turned and left.

I walked down the hall looking at the letter. All it said in the front was 'Bella' in the most beautiful handwriting. I opened the door to my room, walked in, closed the door and sat down on my bed. I gently opened the letter. The letter had a wonderful smell to it, I have smelt it before, but it slips my mind of were. My eyes flashed to the letter to read:

Dearest Bella,

I hope that you are doing well since last time of saw you. No more runs through the woods I hope. I wish I could see you face to face but I have a feeling your mother doesn't like me very well. I think it has something to do with Michael Newton, but I am not sure. I do wish you are safe and I think of your safety every second. I hope that you are well and I hope you are not too bored. I wish to really talk with you but every time it seems like time slips away. I hope I don't get in trouble by your mother from this letter and if you did I am very sorry and I hope that you can forgive me. Alas, all the paper in the world would not be able to hold all that I wish to say to you and all I wish to hear from you, so I must end my letter. Bella, please don't go into the woods without someone else with you. I would feel terrible if something were to happen to you. I hope to see you again soon. Bella, be safe.

Edward

He cared about me, about my safety. I felt my heartbeat wildly as I gently folded the letter back up and put it in a safe place. I wanted to see Edward so bad now. I quickly got ready for bed and lay down. I closed my eyes to hear Jacob voices saying, 'Edward is not the only one that cares for you.' More riddles in my life, just what I need.