Wicked Casters
Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Saga or American Horror story.
A/N: The fanfic takes place in 2007. I know in the book it is in 2005, but I decided to do it in 2007. Just to clear that up in case of confusion.
Warning: Strong Language
Chapter 13: Cold
Ginger's POV
I held on tight to the Volvo seat as Edward drove like a mad man on the road. He makes a sharp turn, almost colliding into another vehicle before zooming down the road. By the look on his face, he was furious as his golden eyes darkened by the minute. If he is genuinely a vampire, he can hear how fast my heart is racing and the double-take of panic breathing. Hell, his knuckles are whiter than white on the steering wheel.
"I should go back there and rip those guys' heads off," Edward growled.
"Uh, hell no," I panted.
"You don't know the vile, repulsive things they were thinking." He said.
"I can imagine," I muttered, then stopped. "And how do you know?"
Edward hesitated for a second, then replied, "It's not hard to guess."
I scoffed, trying not to blurt if not accusing him of being a vampire. Edward tried to breathe as he snapped, "Can you talk about something else. Distract me so I won't turn around."
"Put your fucking seat belt on." Was the first thing that slipped out of my mouth?
"You should put your seatbelt on." He laughed.
I rolled my eyes and did it just in time as he cut around another car. Oh, mighty heavenly beings up from above, please don't let me die from a car crash. I like to live and see a hundred. Shit, my coven sisters are going to kill me if they find out about this.
.o0o.
Edward pulled over to another parking lot, slamming on the breaks. Instantly my body lunged forward, only to be stopped by the seatbelt.
Holy shit, I thought as my head was nearly two inches from the dashboard. I quickly unbuckled and got out of the car as fast as possible to escape this mad man.
"Ginger!" Edward said, chasing after me.
"Stay away," I yelled. "You're insane."
"At least let me escort you to the restaurant." He suggested as he grabbed my shoulder.
I stumble slightly but manage to catch myself. Taking a deep breath, I glared at Edward. "You need anger management."
"You can say that again," he sighed. "Allow me to escort you back."
Is he from another time period or something? Unable to reject his offer, he walked me to the front of the restaurant. Already Jessica, Angela, and Eleanor were leaving the joint. Eleanor held a bag of takeout as they talked about their meal. Awe, my coven sister, is sweet. She got me dinner. I'm seriously indebted to her.
"Hey, sorry I'm late." I apologized.
"Where were you?" Angela said. "We left you messages."
"Yeah, we waited, but we were, like, starving, so we…." Jessica explained.
"Sorry, my phone died." I lied.
"At least I ordered you something," Eleanor said.
"I'm sorry I kept Ginger from dinner," Edward apologized, walking over. "We just sort of ran into each other and got talking."
As if the two of the three girls got God smack as they giggled, smiling like buffoons. Angela and Jessica say it's alright. Although Eleanor stood there a bit tense as she placed a hand over her pendant. Oh right, she doesn't trust vampires.
"No, we totally understand," Jessica said. "I mean, that happens, right?"
"We should probably return home," Eleanor suggested.
"Um, yeah, let's go," Angela said.
"Ging, if you wanna . . ." Jessica pointed to her car.
"I think I should make sure Ginger gets something to eat. If you'd like?" Edward offered. "I'll drive you home myself."
"That's all right. I got her something." Eleanor said with a hint of venom.
"Sure," I accepted. "I like that."
"Ging," Eleanor gasped.
I look at her in the eyes giving the gesture I'll be alright. In fact, this is the perfect opportunity to know if Edward is a Cold One or a Strigoi. Inside I desperately need to know this so I can make the decision if it is safe to be around him or not. Okay, yeah, it's not safe to be around a vampire, but hell, things have changed over the centuries.
"Okay, so we'll see you tomorrow," Jessica said.
"Yeah," I assured.
Eleanor glared at Edward before Angela led her to the car. Edward smirked with pride as he led me inside, holding the door in such a gentlemanly manner. I walk past him into the restaurant stopping at the host podium. The joint wasn't crowded either off-season for tourists or on a weekday. The hostess greeted us, more towards Edward, as she silently salivated at his attractiveness.
Edward ignored the hostess's flirtatious behavior by asking for a table for two. I saw her eyes flicker to me, then away, grabbing two menus, leading to one of the large tables which were in the center of the floor. Before I could even sit, Edward shook his head, kindly asking the hostess for a private sitting. She was dumbfounded for a customer to ask for a different table. It was considered rude unless there is a specific reason to change if you are elderly or a family with obnoxious children. However, Edward asked her as if complimenting her appearance without saying specific words.
She led us to a booth in the far back corner, away from prying eyes and more isolated. She told us our waitress would be here momentarily, then walked away silently, confused. I sat down, took my coat off, and looked at the menu. Edward took his seat across from me, snickering a bit.
"What?" I asked.
"Your blouse, it is amusing." He said. "You nearly wear something associated with human anatomy."
"Well, I like to wear odd things," I said.
"I've noticed," he agreed.
I rolled my eyes, seeing things of interest on the menu. I found what I wanted to order in about five minutes and waited for the waitress. The waitress was a Caucasian girl with retro black hair and tattoos. She told us her name is Amber, and she'll be taking our order. Again, a staff member's attention was on Edward. And I thought having cranberry red hair would catch people's attention, but apparently not. Edward said he would have a glass of coke and nothing more. I gawked because this totally blows the theory of him being a vampire. Amber nodded and asked for my ordered. I ordered the chicken parmigiana and a glass of coke. She nodded, writing it down before leaving.
"You're not hungry?" I asked.
"No, I'm on a special diet." He answered
"Planning to be a model or something?" I sarcastically said.
"I prefer music." He said.
I look at him in horror, "Tell me you're not going to be the next Justin Bieber?"
He chuckled, shaking his head, "I'm more into classical. I play the piano."
"So, the next Beethoven," I sighed.
"Most likely without the deaf part." He said.
We exchanged no more words as we waited for Amber to return without orders. About ten minutes later she returns with a tray of my dinner and both glasses of coke. Once she sets it at the table, she looks at Edward with concern.
"So are you sure there isn't anything I can get for you?" Amber asked him.
"No. No, thank you." Edward rejected kindly.
"Let me know," Amber said, walking away.
I sighed, taking a few bites of my chicken parmigiana. The hot food helped with the nerves and mild shock I was in from before. As I ate, Edward watched me with such fascination, like he was gazing at the Mona Lisa. At first, I ignored him, but his stare became so uncomfortable that I stopped.
"Not hungry?" I asked.
"No, I'm on a special diet," Edward murmured.
Yeah, a bloody one, I thought.
"Alright, you gotta give me some answers," I demanded quietly.
Edward thought about it for a moment, then said, "Yes. No. To get to the other side.3.14159265 . . ."
"I didn't ask for pi." I interrupted.
"You knew past 3.14?" Edward asked, amused.
"Doesn't matter," I countered seriously. "How did you know where I was?"
"I didn't," he answered.
"Bull," I said, raising my hand up for the check.
"All right." Edward grabbed my arm, lowering it down. "Don't leave."
"So, are you stalking me or something?" I asked.
"I . . ." he paused, catching himself, then continued. "I…I feel very protective of you."
"That is something a stalker would say," I said.
"I was trying to keep my distance unless you needed my help, and then I heard what those low-lives were thinking." He explained.
"What, are you saying you're clairvoyant?" I asked. Edward looked stunned as he laughed slightly but nodded. "So, you can read minds."
"I can read every mind in this room. Apart from yours." He answered. He gestured his head to some of the customers, quietly saying what each individual was thinking. "There's money, sex, money, sex, cat." I snorted, looking at the guy who seemed bored of his date. "And then you, nothing. It's very frustrating."
"Good, you don't want to hear the things I'm thinking," I murmured, relieved. It must be another power of mine if Edward can't read my thoughts. Then I thought about how Eleanor tried to use Concilium on me, only to get smacked in the face by an unknown force. Maybe I have another ability that allows mental privacy and blocks other forces.
"See, I tell you I can read minds, and you act like there's nothing wrong with that." He chuckled.
"Well, I can tell if a person is lying," I told him.
"Is that so," he challenged.
"I know you have been lying to me since your return to Forks about your eyes, the accident, and anything else. We might make this easier if we don't lie to each other."
Those dark golden eyes stared at me for a moment, and then he exhaled, "I don't have the strength to stay away from you anymore."
"Then don't," I breathed.
Nothing could be said after that. So I went back to my food while Edward watched me, deep in thought.
.o0o.
After dinner, Edward drove me home. This time, he seemed more relaxed as he went five more additional miles over the speed limit instead of thirty. Earlier, he turned on the heater to warm me up when I mentioned how cold I was. There was silence between us. No words were exchanged.
I thought about whether Edward is a Cold One or a Strigoi. So far, the deep animalistic growl is added to the list and his powers of telepathy. But it doesn't conclude the theory of what type of vampire he is. Cold skin that can reflect the sun. What the hell does reflecting the sun even mean? Soon the car started to get a bit stuffy from the heater.
"Okay, I'm warm enough," I said, leaning forward to turn off the heat.
Simultaneously Edward leaned forward at the same time that our hands touched. I gasped as if being shot by electricity. The moment his hand touched mine, it was like touching frozen ice. Edward immediately pulled his hand back, keeping his eyes on the road.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"Seventeen," he answered. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen," I replied. "Though I was supposed to be a sophomore."
"Why is that?" he asked.
"My mom screwed up and missed my preschool application. I had to spend summer school catching up to join my age group."
"Explains the AP courses," He noted.
We continued to drive till passing by the police station. Somehow, it was more active than ever before, as all the cruiser lights flashed about, an ambulance, and such. What happened? Was there a robbery or murder? Edward noticed something but continued to drive. Another twenty minutes, and we were back at the cabin. The Volvo stopped by the porch next to the Wagoneer.
"Thanks for the ride," I said.
"You are welcome," he said.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked.
"Yes," he answered. "But can I ask you one thing?"
"Sure," I said.
"Can you and Eleanor keep yourselves out of the woods?" He murmured.
"Why?" I asked.
"There have been more animal attacks. It might be wise not to go into the woods." He explained.
"I'll pass the message," I promised, then got out.
Edward nodded as he sat in his Volvo. I closed the door and then walked inside to the front door. I turned around, waving Edward off before getting inside. The Volvo tread through the gravel, then down the private road. I sighed, walking inside, taking my boots and jacket off.
"Hey, I'm home," I called.
Eleanor didn't respond, which had me apprehensive until I heard a snore. I walked over to the couch to find Eleanor asleep with homework all around her. But on the table was a map of the Olympic Peninsula with a crystal attached to a silver chain. Was this another sort of divination, or was she tracking me? I sighed, cleaned up the mess, and then placed a blanket over her.
Afterward, I headed upstairs to my room, took a quick shower then put on my pajamas. Once done, I lay in bed, going to sleep. As if trapped in some cycle, I had another dream of Edward Cullen watching me as I slept.
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