Authors Note; I'm actually getting back into the groove, and have outlined the plot that this story was lacking when I started it so long ago. I do fully intend to finish this, and since I'm out of my rut hopefully I can actually get around to completing my first story...So let's do this yeah? Alright, made this a lot longer chapter than the rest. To see if you guy's can get a feel for the way the chapters are going to be...written.
Oh and there's a lot of foreshadowing, clues, hints, all those this like that...
Surrender
The prosthetic, and disinfectant tainted the air heavily, shrouded the room to near suffocation. Her throat itched, and ached with the various chemicals lurking about the room. Her eyes scanned the rather large office area equipped with; a tiny one seat couch, loveseat to the very far left of the room placed directly in front of a row of three very well furnished bookshelf, small table seated an arms length away from the cushioned sofa she was currently sitting on. The lampshade above cast a near natural glow onto the room itself, but the open spaced windows surrounding two of the walls contradicted the light with the eerie darkness spilling into the room. Eyes residing to have an assurance, she sets her vision with the intentions to scale the forest and relies on her enhanced vision to soothe her tense posture. When nothing of the ordinary is noticed, she strains her hearing to the furthest range she can manage; the various sounds of nature shrouds her, and she had never been more calm to hear the eerie silence of their avoidance of civilization fill her whole.
"We're trying to figure out how exactly she went undetected, but I wonder how exactly she even evaded your keen senses."
Very vital; She couldn't ignore the defects that took hold of her, but she couldn't exactly face the arising issues with an effective argument. She hadn't been equipped with the proper defence to override the instinctive mannerisms. It would lead to her ultimate death if it continued to steer her with a livid, frantic, and unclear mind she would fail. Not only herself, but the one she's meant to protect—It'd merely be another critical force that would divide her from someone who could truthfully find a safe manner to protect her mate. Or sprint ahead into the threat with a clouded head fuelled by an unconscious anger. If she couldn't find a solution to embrace the instinct to protect, and combine it with a clever mind, then she'd have to watch the through a livid haze as her own hands created a destructive path that doomed not only her, but also Bella.
The barriers creating a destructive course towards the turmoil she had formed, were tainted within her own fault. Her keen hearing had been swindled, while her potent nose was the uncontested concern for the truthful mistake. Her instincts had been at fault and neither could she deny, nor accept the stress in which the instincts were the main deception in her own strive to cradle the one she valued most. It's the mechanism that seemed very foreign, and familiar all the same. An odd vessel that had slithered into her mind, and captured her senses; her drive for survival. It delivered a process very deliberate, merely a spectacle she couldn't detect—Deceiving her without a consent unnerved. Her throat ached, burned with the searing strain she'd force herself into due to the persistent desire to fend away her core need for human blood. Even then her body couldn't resist the urge to allow the new found territory seep into her core without even searching for a defensive outlet. It had become a reality that seemed to relish in the fact that even with her far superior senses, they could breach uncharted levels of mind with a found torture that surpassed the previous tormentors of her her inner turmoil.
Her defensive mechanisms had been trumped with a moment of a keen lack of awareness with the conversation leaking the topic she had not even the faintest clue had arisen from. Even then her potent hearing had not detected the near mute footfall that would have been evasive to a ordinary vampire, yet she herself would have been able to have heard without hitch. Her line of offense had conceded to her mate, by having her sense of smell dominated with the familiar scent encasing her nose, and she had noticed the spicy cinnamon far too late and far too close to the territory she had staken a protective claim around.
"She can breach even your visions, managed to find a hole in the mutts territory. She's dare I say, cunning. Should it have been such a peculiar realization she can even evade my senses?"
It's rhetorical and spite with a tone that hadn't meant to morph into such a harsh temptation.
The audible breath exhaled is meant to invade her ears, and demand her attention. Her eyes land on the tiny vampire settled on the door frame, and she took note of her calm posture—Though she couldn't argue that it was always a default demeanor, that most of them seemed to acquire during the years near the empathy enthusiast.
"Have you forgotten your own abilities," Rosalie narrowed her eyes at the tempting tone.
"Or have you lost sight of what your capable of as well?"
The rumble in her chest is unwarranted and another evident issue with her fitful control over her own emotions. Grasp on the linen blanket, tightening she averted her eyes away from the resting brunette, and sent an attentive glance towards Alice. It's the imaginative comfort in inhaling the air, and the soothing scent filling her nostrils has her lips pursing with a mellow frustration. She does not dare to entertain the impending truth that the decades spent withholding the information to her enhanced abilities from her family were being revealed, with there unrelenting prying ears.
"I'd find it rather beneficial if you kept your insistent need to blurt on revelations not meant for you to speak," She mutters, voice deathly calm.
"The threat to her life will continue to lay within these walls if my temper cannot be tamed without her in close proximity."
Fiddling with the hem of the knitted sweater Alice let the slight inclination of her head speak her agreement, and her lips found the sorrowful smile without much effort. Rosalie was far from naive; even she could see that it was far more complex than the mere sentence.
"What exactly will that accomplish? Even if you could find a way to control the lust you feel to spill the blood of anyone that proves to be a threat to her safety. There will always be the vulnerability you have whenever she's near,"
Taking a hesitant step towards the resting brunette, Alice watched with weary eyes as the blonde rose to her feet with a steady scowl pinning her to her spot.
"It's fine."
Alice whispered with a low murmur; soft and hesitant, that seemed to deflate the blondes rising frustration.
Shoulders reducing to a subdued and silent surrender. She cannot decline the turmoil wreaking a bruising havoc into her mechanisms, nor rebuff the intentions of her mind convulsing with a depth of refusal as her mood is diminished into a tamed demeanor itching for a miniscule temptation to kindle the sharp unease. Her mate lay within an extension of her flexed fingers—breathing, while shallow, even breaths escaping her lips, heart strumming a soothing rhythm. The visual and vivid scenery soaring through her mind never wavered with the refinement; would not cease delving into a vice handle of her hands merging with the pale skin in a morbidity that amused the lax of her under examination morality, or the achievement of tearing into the solid bones being tore into at such a leisure pace no one could dare inquire on the torture it would enforce. Her own emotions sending their approval of her teeth tracing a devilish grip on the fair neck while the owner screamed very loud—enough that not even a vampires venom could repair the damaged vocal cords. It would be to her ultimate mirth reflecting in the coal eyes peering at the sight of the dismantled form burning into ash, while merging with the soil that permitted the ground.
Locking with the fingers ebbing into her skin, Rosalie titled her head to the ground while in deed her focus had be shined to the immaculate bocote wood flooring. Hearing the slight whimper leaving the humans lips, her teeth grounded together and she could not tame the sorrow flourishing through her chest bearing a vengeful smile. It was a reminder that while the horrid images swept through her mind, that Bella lay with a tormented rest; bearing an arm sling for the dislocated shoulder, wrist encased with a delicate binding, and torso that could have gone unscathed—If her mind hadn't been in a muddled mist constructed with vexation. Rosalie had heard the disheartening sound resonating in her ears. The shift in the humans bones while she tore Bella from vampires clutch without care for exactly how much force she had used pertaining to her enhanced strength. Even then with the plea of her chest, she could not fend off the desire to decimate the male. It hardly dawned on her, until she had quenched the leviathan within. Until the pain riddled voice teetering the boarder of pure anguish had probed at her heart, until the lust for an evident death could not even repel the instincts to cater to her mates desperate necessity for proper health care.
Due the persistent quell of anger that would mount into a series of strewn rumbling in her chest, and tethering warning sounds emitting from the instinctual manners that held her captive, she had escorted herself from the room while Carlisle tended to Bella's injuries. Her own emotions surged with a momentary loathing for the doctor when the painful scream tainted her ears as Bella snapped into consciousness while he was setting her shoulder into it's sockets. Her thoughts had peaked and she couldn't banish the unholy visions of harming the man she has seen as a father for more generations than she could fathom at the moment. The mere reason she hadn't succumb to the unpleasant desires were due to the pure fact that he had been the sole person who could detect the extent of the humans injuries, and her mate would have been in an immense fixture of pain.
Once done, she had been victim to the rather vile thoughts and emotions that have consumed her whole. It frightened even her, and had her stomach aching to retach a bout of venom. The protective need had thrust her into a destructive demolition that would stream a series of uncontested terror fuelled with an uncanny resemblance to the irate form in which she would never fail to deem as a monstrous creature that spew a constructive hell without remorse. Incomprehensible; a fine line that would become victimized in the way it was smeared with ease, a blur that would demolish her sense of morals, and demand dictation on all logic that shrouded her mind. Until she could not distinguish even her most distinctive fundamentals, nor recognition could flood her while she fell into a catatonic state of conscious and her limbs moved and only served the one intent. The necessity felt in order for a death to be in order to create a peace of being, and mind for her mate.
"You're desperately searching for a leverage to fend your instincts," Alice spoke with a certainty that captivated the blonde.
"It's inevitable. The anger, frustration, temperamental outburst, the constant desire to kill with even the miniscule comment pertaining to her health or even an opinion. You feel like your obligated to come to her defence. In an odd way you are. You can't control something that's bound to happen either way, but it does get easier. The frustration gets much more manageable,"
Watching the blonde with an attentive examination she tempted a tiny step towards the resting brunette.
"You can't control what you have to find first."
Rosalie was searching; desperately trying to search for an uncertain needle in a rounded maze—for who she was as an individual. Alice had come to the conclusion with the detailed describing of the various emotions that spewed from the blonde as of late, from Jasper. The bind seemed to be far advanced for a vampire mated to a human, and it sent the rest of the family into a stupor. It hounded them to observe the pair that seemed connected even to a sense—One that the other could even have an edge pertaining to what the other was feeling. Human mates were far too rare to have give any of them an opinion as to what was exactly occurring between the two, and from the attentive observations it seemed that Bella had acquired an unconscious skill to read into the blonde without much examination with a depth that pure vampires mated, could not achieve. Even in a slumber it was as though the brunette could gain a sense for the blondes internal turmoil, and it sent her into a fitful rest.
Yet even then it was deathly plain that the blonde was on a constant ledge, attempting to fend off the searing anger she felt whenever spoken to regarding Bella. Inflaming the frantic storm wrecking any logic whenever provoked with a mere offhand comment. Her mind seemed to be a distance from the emotions she was undergoing, and it made the blonde uneasy. The lack of control was stripped of it's shrouded protection, and left barren for most to see.
"Searching for something and having to rebuild are to very different concepts Alice."
Letting her eyes fall to brunette who has yet to show signs of waking from the deep slumber, Alice trailed over the rather fragile human with concern and a lingering hope tethering the insides of her stomach. Flicking her gaze back onto the blonde watching her through a narrowed, yet curious frown of concentration Alice let a small smile grace her lips.
"You have a mate for a reason Rosalie. Use her. It's not going to make you any bit selfish to feed off of her energy, her emotions. She'd gladly accept some of the weight on your shoulders and it'd be quite the achievement of you realized that as well."
Darkened eyes returning to a much more lighter hue, twisting from black to a honey tone—her shoulders fell, while her lips pushed out a steady breath she hadn't meant to escape. The contours of her face drew to a firm frown, before smoothing out considerably with one glance towards the human; her mate. Rosalie allowed the smile aching to be shown with a fierce battle, and couldn't refrain from breathing in the soothing scent.
Smile morphing into a insistent grin, Alice nodded with appreciation.
"She wants to help you Rose. Let her," The short haired vampire pleaded.
"You're searching for who you are, let her ease the pain of the process. I assure you it'd be the most honest decision you'll ever make."
"Bella—She's the most precious human I've ever encountered, and she's my sole priority. The bond we share consumes me whole, and I need to protect that. The fire she ignited, the flame is a scene that's so beautiful—incredible even, and I have to hold it with a clutch that I don't intend on letting my hands slip even in the slightest. I find myself falling into her scent, smile, the permanent blush that illuminates her cheeks, her nonsensical insecurity of believing to be a dainty human that without an ounce of astonishment—"
Hearing the deafening stutter in the brunettes breathing pattern, Rosalie shot a miniscule smile towards her vampire companion. Alice relied on the absurdly large grin to show the blonde that her every word was understood, and stored for future development of the conversation.
"I'll help Esme with dinner, I'm sure she's been itching for the moment Bella wakes."
Letting an air of amusement marinade in the large office space, Alice sent a nod towards the distracted blonde before her feet fled the room without much sound.
Her ears are trained, senses—forbidden to even spare a moment torn away from the arising human.
Her brow furrows with a concentration meant only to sustain valuable information, and she watches with concern to gauge the brunettes reaction. The parted lips wailing for a breath stolen by the owner has her mouth pursing into a thin line. While the heart beat is erratic for a miniscule amount of time, she can hear the pulse adopting a rapid pace. Bella twitches; form tempting the binding around her torso, and bares the signs of becoming a victim to panic. Hovering a hesitant hand above the brunette that had yet to open her eyes, is intuitive, and imbued to the blonde vampire. It's her attentive and leisure examination of the brunette that has Rosalie startled for a sharp second, when a pair of doe brown irises drizzled with an ounce of discontent are snapped onto her loitering hand. Having been stunted with the sheer speed that has the moment revealing itself and swiveling into another, the blonde begins the lethargic process of retracting the limb. The faint moan emitting with a hitch, and scratched note did not defy the blondes ears. It had been a building course, before the sound became prominent with an impromptu disagreement. Rosalie stiffened, before her mind drew to a conclusion and her hand started it's descent; landing on the heated skin with a steady, grasp on the unwrapped forearm, while attempting to create a pattern meant to soothe.
Breathing calm, and pulse tamed with the revelation that the eyes set on her were familiar, Bella heaves an unsteady exhale. Her mouth is numb, with a detected needle threading her aching throat, she solemnly lets the dull strum of her shoulder blade envelope her. Her attention trembled to the weight encasing her left wrist, and she could not formally attain a meaning to her sketchy inhale until the heavy bounding around her midsection was felt as her chest moved to the beat of her breathing. Without having a second to attempt to retain the previous dwelling that had recruited her into the moment, there is a cool, slim glass levitating above her with intent.
Keen on straining to not have a glance at the face that will bare more dormant pain, rather than the familiar quirk of lips that became an insistent necessity to receive, her lead hand accepts the offer. A silent heat scorch the applied pressure to her bounded stomach with ease, the lurch is persistent and inevitable. Her features contort to maintain the pain, yet the recovery to sustain a neutral expression is fulfilled with a series of in-issued hiss. The position allows the pain to simmer, and erupt into a stupor founded upon an reduced burn.
The liquid dents the thirst with a searing temperature probing the confines of her throat, and commands it to ease with a ferocious coaxing. Her senses begin to clear from the misty haze, and her eyes settle in the blonde staring with an intensive attention. The cool hand touching her with even, the faintest amount of pressure still emit a care; One that transmits a steady warmth, drilling a heavy flame into her veins, and creates another dose of nausea that never boarders a lack of comfort. It's jolting, and reverting all the same. Breath hitching when the golden irises tinged with a hint of darkness flicker between relief and care, before developing into a delicate guilt.
"I'm fine." Bella murmurs with a sketchy tone drizzled with effects from being unused.
"You're definition of fine is an entire contradiction to mine, Bella."
"I'm alive, physically the pain is bearable. On an emotional standpoint, I don't think—I have this need, a yearning to be exact," Levelling the blonde with a hesitant brow creased with a curiosity, and layered with a certain concern. "To know whether you're fine. On you're wellbeing I know that you're intact physically. I just, tell me you're fine."
Head nodding with an uncertain acceptance, eyes tilting towards the large window having no control over the forest blaring it's tormenting truth, before returning to the brown orbs mimicking her own—clouded with a sincere conflict.
"Esme spoke to Charlie. He believes you were injured due to a hike. We've promised to have you home noon tomorrow," Hesitation ebbs into the formal sentence; Rosalie debating, the internal friction evident with the creased forehead, and distance spreading in the golden irises.
"Also, I am relieved that you are alive, breathing. Yet even knowing the chances for Victoria to strike again are slim to none, but I...I wish to hunt. Search for her myself instead of waiting for her to deem an opportunity perfect to attack."
Her throat contains a strict binding, and the venom seeping into her mouth is swallowed with a bitter taste. Bella eyes the visible hand trembling, examines the quaking form of the blonde. Her attentive stare seems to be taken into account, as the physical deflation to the vampire is thrust into existence the next best of silence. Instead of shoving another inquiry towards the blonde, Bella waits. Sending her concern, and soothing nod, while attempting to calm the vampire with a gentle coax to the pale hand encasing her own. It's success for a brief moment, very impermanent.
"As shameful it is for me to admit, Bella you've seen what I've done. I became irate, the burning sensation of anger and hate had merged and with that I lost a grasp on self control. The short temper I have is not something I can become accustomed to and because of that. I fear it will be the cause to even more damage than already done. It's, he was planning more than—" The blonde heaved a breath filled with a burden.
"I wasn't able to hear him, smell him, neither had I Victoria, but before then I was focused on you. Then my need to quench the lust for her death had blinded my senses and he took the distraction as an opportunity to strike. I cannot lose the battle to my frustrations again. It could lead to not only your death, but mine as well."
Listening for every detail, registering the blondes every word, Bella inclined her head when Rosalie did not seem to be continuing. Her eyes met the honey irises, and she could not rid herself from the mute strike of pain enforcing a rueful rule in her chest. Before the lurking thoughts, images, of the vampire falling victim to the hatred Victoria had cursed them with, she let her mind flicker over the comments from the days events. Her head tilted in a curious fashion, while her toes wiggled with discomfort.
"Victoria. She mentioned something about you having a similar experience—"
The flared nose accompanied by the averted eyes had her question falling from the edge of her tounge. She wanted nothing more than to ease the sorrowful air shifting into her system. Instead she shut her mouth with a simple frown directed to the intricate details to their quilt covering her. With a tense silence crawling into the atmosphere, Bella swallows before entertaining another approach. A different question.
"What happens now?" Bella instills into the silence.
Rosalie opens and shuts down the reply tingling on her lips. With a deep intake meant to sooth herself, she closes her eyes with irritation. It does nothing to help the stiff posture returning to her shoulders, instead she opens her eyes and lands them on the brunette watching her with curiosity.
"I would suggest we try to solve the impending question as to whether or not she had acquired more than one...follower, but it seems we have a few visitor's."
Examining the tense posture, guarded stare, and evident scowl, Bella searches for a conclusive perpetrator. She reminds herself that she has seen this defensive vampire before. When she finds the time period she has, she winces with mild frustration. "
Jacob?"
She knows the answer and with the unimpressed nod she receives, she reckons Rosalie realizes she has as well.
"You care about him."
Hitching eyebrows, increasing confusion, and pursed lips, before her expression lands on a relentless curiosity. She wants to refrain from spewing another question from her mouth, and she nearly relents until the cool tone and accusing voice enters her mind. It's not that she finds the speculating stare being thrust in her direction uncomfortable. It's more so she finds the narrowed eyes irritating, and for the first time in a while she thinks that the vampires inquisitive nature a bit crass.
"He's been a friend since birth really. He only worries and he's had this insane need to be the protector, since preschool."
Bella watches the blonde survey the office space with disinterest, mind occupied. It could be the insistent frown on the vampires features, or the compulsive need to assure Rosalie of an idea the vampire has shrouded her thoughts. She cannot find the answer, and instead she manages to shift herself into a sitting position. It gains the attention of her companion, who in return slides to the edge of the wooden chair.
"I should have connected the foreshadowing earlier really. He tried hard to deter me away from this family, but I mean the stories he's told me should have been the obvious signs that there was more to him than initial belief. It's a little hard to believe that the little, scrawny kid that lived a couple houses down is this enormous wolf. Not to mention is in some odd pack that presents itself as more of as some eerie cult. I just—I worry."
Another wearing anticipation crawls into her stomach. While the dull ache to the injuries have subsided into a low whisper, she tries to distinguish the emotion from the physicality of the injury. Her eyes land on the blonde observing her with a cautious twinkle, and for a miniscule second Bella worries that there is an odd recession to their progressive relationship. The ill advised thought is simmered with the truth that there's a detected relief floating around in the honey orbs. She comes to the revelation that does not seem as jarring—It's absurdly obvious that the vampire is regarding her in such a cool manner due to the factor of the bounty the red headed vampire has self placed on her head. Rosalie would accept blame with a welcoming grin; however somber, it proved to be vital in the elaborate warren that far exceeded the difficulties of solving a well produced labyrinth. It was another trait that had morphed, and merged into the personality of the blonde. Receiving the burden of another issue that did not include the vampire seemed to be an endearing mind set that the blonde had. It reminded Bella of the unwavering and altruistic behavior the vampire provided on a common basis. Despite the situation it caused an uplift of her mouth; curving into a fond smile.
"I care about you."
Her blurted response has the vampire blinking rapidly, eyes flitting around the brunettes face for any indication as to where the comment had derived from. Cheeks that would be quivering with a tremendous amount of heat surging to them, are currently burning underneath the perplexed stare. The statement had been uttered with a reverberating truth all the while trembling beneath a sincerity that looked over a very much, buried answer that not even she could transcribe. The peculiar expression faded and transformed into a psychotic bend of pink lips; it had her toes tingling, head clouded, and pulse trickling with a sensuous flame.
"They weren't aware of what happened, and we're just here to tell us that Victoria was seen crossing the treaty line a few hours ago. Carlisle has informed him and the others of what transpired today. He wants to see you."
It didn't register to Bella that Rosalie was relaying the encounter between the polar opposites until the blonde has her eyes settled on her once again. Her ears strain to her the near muted conversation, or disagreement occurring underneath them. With a small incline of her head she notices the affirmative nod she receives. Even without spotting the lips moving, she can almost sense the words spewing from the blonde. Rosalie rises to a hesitating stance, before decisively gesturing to the corner of the room; a nook settled between the large bookshelf and overseeing the clear view window.
"It would be best if I weren't in...close proximity of the m—Of Jacob. His smell is quite revolting."
She tries; honestly she does attempt to withhold the amusement fiddling with her lips, she fails terribly. Watching as the vampire moves to the corner, and leans her weight on the bookshelf in causal, calm manner, Bella shoots her attention to the door. She finds herself complacent that Rosalie has even entertained the idea of being a bit...more polite to the wolf, even if the insult was thrown into the sentence, it didn't deter her hope that the two could find common ground. Actually it was indeed the in character comment with the history of the blondes personality, Bella knew it was a lavish observation. There's a heavily armed footfall emitting from the hall, and with a wince she wants nearly apologizes to the vampire. Taking the sensitive ears into account, but she refrains from doing so as the door is pushed open with a frantic force.
Relishing in the moment of peace before the form of the male has her eyebrows hitching with bemusement—the dripping short hair, unclothed upper body, drenched tanned shorts—her features scrunch in scrutiny. It seemed his physique had become even more prominent during the short period of two weeks, the tattoo is even more intricate now without a shirt covering it's design. He was always one desolate of fair skin, but even with the deary weather, but the tone seemed impossible for this town.
"A shirt can be found in a numerous amount of stores. Or in your case not even ten miles away there's an outlet that by not complete circumstance prides itself in selling clothing." Her eyes flick to the unimpressed scowl, before landing on the native.
Jacob does not even spare the blonde a single glimpse, before settling in the chair by her side previously occupied. His eyes rake down her appearance with apprehension evident in his examination. He reeks of relief and Bella does not take the reaction in stride—She knows Charlie will have a much more boisterous one later tomorrow.
"Jesus Bella," His hand slips into her uninjured one, and she duly notes the drastic contradiction in temperature. "You couldn't end with the leg brace from last year. You've really had to outdo yourself, huh."
"It's probably worse for wear, rather than any real physical pain."
Despite the aches intensity she manages to repress the wince threatening to shatter her cool expression. A reprimanding scuffle emits from his lips. She merely raises her shoulders with a shudder that has her drifting deeper into the warming comfort of the blanket. He raises an eyebrow, small frown as his attention traces to their interlocked hands. Her fingers are twisting and bending in anticipation, and it's the activity that has him relinquishing his grasp.
"You don't have accelerated healing and from what Carlisle told us, I seriously doubt that your in anything less of pain."
His features contort into a relentless glare—directed towards the vampire attentively surveying the wooded area from her perch in the window. However the disinterest the blonde is presenting, Bella can tell it's a facade put forth when she feels the calming eyes settled on her when Jacob reverts his attention to her once again.
"I'm fine...Rosalie pr—" His eyes blare a frustrated and grim reality.
"She's the reason your in this position. All of them are and you'd be able to see that if you weren't so—"
"Mind your tone."
Rosalie slithers into the resenting tone; voice not even an inch near threatening, merely the vampire advising the teen to mind the volume. It seems to have the wolf debating on whether to argue on the concept or not. His eyes flicker between them with a sort of curiosity recovered within the inquisitive stare. He rest on the vampire with a detected frown, and Bella tries to decode the leering entrapment binding the pair underneath an informative conversation—Mouth curling around a sentence, then dissipating within a miniscule second. His features are a wealthy comparison to the various emotions delaying his comments. The chair screeches an unruly squeal in protest, it's wooden foundation pleading under the monstrous force. Mouth having a conflicted contortion until conceding to an uncontested creased brow, and menacing eyes sending even a silent shiver coursing down her spine; His step is unwavering and threatening in the direction of the vampire.
Despite the intentions the blonde tilts her chin in warning. Her own stare calm, eyes recounting his every movement as though it's her sole purpose for creation. Lips parting in a silent auction to utter a believability founded on the frantic mind searching for context clues on the scene transpiring before her eyes, her stomach replies in protest when the blonde shifts her attention from the wolf with an audible snort. It's effective to snap the clouded native out from under the momentary battle.
"I should," His tone is remorseful and renovated with a trembling disbelieving frown. "I should go. Sam is done talking to Carlisle."
Attention stricken with a distraction he turns to face her, until she has a visual of his profile. The halve uplift of his lips are met with a withering nod from Bella. She watches his hands clench around the discarded chair, and lift with a stone embedded into his spine. Once the item is settled, his eyes scan the room as though underneath the transfixed frustration he had been a turmoil that had tore into the neat office. Steps taken with a trance, mind preoccupied with assumptions and criticism she could merely speculate, he halts when his hand reaches for the door handle.
"He made his choice, don't let his decisions become your mistake."
There's a twitch pertaining to the the stoic vampire averting her irises to the tree-line with a relentless purpose. The pursuit of the thick warning permits the atmosphere even when the teen exits the room with a lingering farewell to the human. Her brown orbs seek the blonde while her own mind sends a silent message to leave the rather eccentric event to rest. Against her will, she feels the compulsive need to concede to let the vampire have a moment of peace instead of becoming victim to her mindful questions—even more so when Rosalie levels her with the contours of her face twisted into a pain stricken grief; her chin dips in understanding.
"Esme and Alice have prepared dinner for you. I'm sure they will be thrilled to finally serve it to you, I will make preparations for your sleeping arrangements."
The comment is meant to ease the tension, it does nothing but entertain the tormentors lurking behind the honey orbs. The moment the form of the blonde is out of sight, and she's left to her own silence; the footsteps leave a desolate echo in her chest, and she can feel the ache speak in volumes.
Despite having her dominant hand rendered to a structure that would waver underneath the strenuous exercise—Her endeavor to conclude the finale section to her essay had not ended. It had proven to be futile to seek to complete the task, yet even then she had attempted a more tentative approach to the assignment with her injuries in mind. In conclusion she had succumb to the meek truth that there was not a plausible outcome to even consider to put forth a mounting pressure on her incapable wrist, nor continue to settle into eerie silence, or have to feel the confined discontent of boredom in the depressive environment. Attention flicking across the bedroom with a leisure purpose, skirting around the fairy lights lite and bounded to the upper crevices of her wall, skipping over the various and rather odd nick knacks she had attained through the years of her mother travelling across the country, before settling on the daunting item that had been blaring an incredible amount of torment from it's place on her bedside table. Eyeing the set of keys with an intention shrouded with a mounting—uncertainty, that did not fail the remind her that rest was indeed an activity that required all movement to a minimum, and her own form to be settled between the warmth and contention of her quilts.
Yet her hand twitched, fingers fiddling with the folds of the novel resting on her lap with an idle anticipation. She would not be able to concede to the concerned, and stern features issued her direction when given the rather idealistic instructions that rest had and would be an honest factor in her recovery. Stomach lurching with a winding, and twisted discount; morphing into a tormenting pressure applied to her insides, and firm cut embedded into her chest, while her throat becomes a victim to the foreboding lump that never ceases to bare it's imprinted foresight. The hesitant decision is delayed with the blonde tresses, and darkened irises embellished with the deflection of a proper meal. Her steps are tentative, yet veiled with a poise purpose. Her breath hitching due to the sudden strain on her abdomen her teeth capture her bottom lip to strengthen her being. Snatching the item from the table before doubt could tail behind her, Bella assures herself with the comfort that her stomach no longer bares the burden of forcing her feet to drive a steady pace.
Her abdomen stretched while the demented strain from the staircase ebbed into her sore ribcage. It was the silence encasing the house that gave her the permitted relief that the other human that occupied the house would not be able to fuse, and lecture her about the hazards of attempting to walk around was to her health. She was relieved Charlie had been due to the station, and could not continue to hover over her as a koala bear would leech onto a tree with a firm and unwavering commitment. Though she would have to be able to reach her truck without hitch, and add to the success with reaching her destination in time before her father managed to reach the house—in well record time due to his no doubt frantic driving—and find her missing. She had more than enough time, but with the momentary lapse she had to take in order to even grace her useable hand on the front door handle, she would have to push the speed limits.
Her breath became an ounce lighter with the fresh air entering her lungs, but she had only mere seconds before the scent of rain permitted her senses. The dark skies clung to the clouds with a furnished scowl, and she did not chance her luck and entered the truck with a quick—as fast as her injuries allowed her—a grunted groan escaping her lips. Lips tilting into a tiny grin, with her success, she threw the keys into the ignition. The process was leisure, the silence, before a hum of a disgruntled engine ticking into her ears. Her eyebrows drew thin, and her chest lurched with a small discontent. Testing the flick of her wrist another time, and receiving nothing more than a groan with a hint of a small clucking noise, she let the breath of air escape her lips with a scowl.
"Seems like even when I attempt to ease my boredom, the universe will curse me without much effort." Her mutter is met, with the mute silence of nature, and brings forth an unusual grumble of strewn profanities from her lips.
Tempting the engine once more, her heart rate hitches with a gleaming anxiety with the hard rock of her truck, and thump of a noise emitting from the burrow of her trunk. Her eyes land on her rearview mirror, and the erratic pulse is settled from a firm grasp on fear. Only to strike anew anticipation in her veins, a scorching fire as her eyes connect with a faint smirk tilting into a half smile, and trailing upwards to meet a golden irises bright with a blaring truth that the owner was no longer in need of a meal. Her throat tightens, and her features contort into a mild grimace at the clam demeanor surrounding the blonde, though the tiny signs of a frown on the vampires creased brow. Bella draws her lips into a fine line, while the door is opened with a leisure hand, she turns to meet the turmoil in the bright orbs. A concern, fondling a firm amusement, dancing with a soft irritation, is being thrown in her direction, and she shifts her body to angle the blonde head on.
"Certified in the aspects of mechanical engineering is a broad fact that I am a firm believer in not being quite modest about," Eyes detaching from the human, to the convoy of trees settled in front of the house.
"Though I am a bit hesitant to assist a vehicle in need that will concede to it's owners request to neglect their health, or help transport certain people to a rather dangerous situation."
It's spoken with a layered amusement that fails to latch itself onto the blondes lips.
"You don't have to be so chipper at my expense."
Bella duly notes the faint incline of the vampires chin, and finds a moment to search the blondes appearance. The revelation crawling into her mind, and creeping with a firm wrench to her stomach, she lets her lips uplift an inch. Despite the obvious statement that the coven had indeed chosen to have a hunt—minus a member to find a moment of solace in one another, neglecting the trials that were proven to be held in the near future. It seemed to be increase in the spirits of the blonde—faint, but there was a noticeable improvement in the dare she comment, an air of serenity capturing the blonde. It was the cause to the catastrophic turmoil handling her abdomen, that held more contention rather than discontent. Her hand that was not health ridden hovered an inch in the air to grasp onto the blonde, but she halted mid motion. Brow creasing with a detected suspicion, towards the coincidental arrival of the vampire. The flicker of recognition soaring across the blondes features, were an confirmation.
"Of course Alice," Her shoulders tensed with dissatisfaction.
"I'd expected more of an impulsive approach to keep me away from the reservation."
The words are bitter; tone foreign, and stale on her tounge. An underlying instrument to the strenuous, and rather exclusive insult to the blondes lack of control as of late, has her chest churning, and breath stolen. Mounting guilt unleashing a monstrous creature of torment to run wild amongst her conscious, has her fingers twitching, the intensive discomfort of her shoulder sling increasing with the silence. Her voice mutes, and she hesitates to concede to the unbearable war that proves to be a nuisance, and nearly spews an apology that even would have sent the casualties of that very war home with a pleasant peace. Yet the disappointment that the blonde would achieve such lengths to appease her own worries, without much care towards her decision sends her into a recession. Despite the intentions, Bella can not vanquish the hurt soaring in her chest with a gleeful scowl. It's rather rash, and an uncanny insensitive nature, pertaining to the conversation they had the previous night, and she expects a pain riddled expression to overcome the blondes features.
It's quite the opposite—Rosalie seems keen to not resume the earlier amusement, there's a lurking amount of frustration on the contours morphed into an acceptable scowl. Bella bristles at the swift shift in the atmosphere, and the anger of them both stifles her for a moment.
"I find it rather offensive to a certainty that you find the instinctual manners to protect, impulsive behavior. Yet you're keen on settling behind the lines of a mutt who thrives with a minor comment to transform into a vexed beast."
A flinch could not be too sudden, due to the fact that this can be noted as the first dispute they've had with one another over the months. It's rather overdue, and the absurdity accommodating the truth seems to seek an obscured conclusion.
"Don't—Don't insult him. He's not, he's transitioning into a difficult period in his life. I'd appreciate it if you didn't throw it in his face everytime you two cross paths," With the shoulders of the blonde deflating, her own shoulders tone down with tension, mimicking the gesture.
"That was...—That was not okay. I'm sorry."
Voice tempting the boarders of contrition, and landing a solid tone with a wavering foundation that could be described as, softened with an ounce of remorse, Bella adverts her eyes to meet Rosalie's intense stare. One swiped with the previous furrowed contours, and settling on an pensive one Bella had never seen directed towards her. Rosalie nods with an acknowledgement, and stripes her attention to the dash board of the truck with a detected guilt pooling between them. She seems to be debating the rueful dispute that lasted all about three minutes, and concludes her tiny inner turmoil within a short time span. There's a hesitant smile thrust her direction, and she decides then, that Rosalie was certainly the only person who could rustle her insides, and sooth them without a lashing hour of slipping profanities, and frustrated mutters.
"However fascinating the model of the truck is, the engine is overheating, and it is seems that the low oil level seems to be the issue. While I did tamper with a few wires that would disable the use, you would have gone a meek three miles before this...rather," Sentence trailing to a halt, the hand offered, with the exception of the extended uplift of the smile. Bella was a mere force that would cater to the blondes every whim as her own mouth itched with a grin that dominated her features.
"Historic truck would have sputtered to a stop."
Her appreciation to the blondes refusal to state her disdain towards her truck with a blunt comment, is shone with a small smile and thankful nod.
"Even if Alice didn't have the ability to see the future. I would have wound up in need of help regardless. Perfect."
She receives an affirmative nod, and there's nothing more to the faint smile lurking in
"I do not doubt your ambition, but I have to wonder exactly how far you expected to travel before your body concede to it's injuries?" The question is answered with the entertainment dancing behind the golden orbs.
"You're not going to persuade my decision Rosalie."
A smirk adorns the vampires features—Bella finds comfort at the familiar sight; smile of her own dominating her lips.
"I expected nothing less of your decision. I do have to have a selfish request to accompany you to the treaty line, to further an apology for my rather cunning tactic. I will withstand the horrid stench of the wolf you seem to be so fond of and turn you over to the...The wolves."
It could be the connection they have formed over the months, or due to the dry humor tinged with a sarcasm that never escapes the blondes clutch. Either the answer, the symphonic laughter is a complexity of an orchestra conduction implanted by Rosalie. Her chest has released a heavy burden, and the mute flutter blaring into her eardrums, is her conclusion to the hint of a chuckle from the vampire.
"Have you had dinner?"
While the genuine question is well articulated with a firm interest, and laced with care, the nick of a twinkle clouding the blondes eyes speaks it's intention.
"Very, very, well-played Rosalie, but as a fact yes I have had dinner. So the tactic is completely nullified."
There's an entertained smile twitching; itching for the beautiful reality it will become. It's a rare—Incredibly rare experience to have the vampire present herself in such an exuberant state. There has been the mischievous personality, entwined with a meek yet sportive blonde that has shown in a bout of previous conversations. It was no conspiracy that the vampire possessed a strict, and witty personal—more often than not a tad bit sardonic—but Bella found it rather ironic. When the mirthful, kittenish, and at times coltish Rosalie would make an appearance. It was enthralling to watch the vampire transition to one personality trait to another; all compacted to create a being founded on complexities. It had been the sole reason for the breathing grin on her lips widening, as Rosalie inclines her head in apology. The revealing rebellion soaring through the golden irises, the protruded bottom lip hardly noticeable, it's an expression that holds amusement with a witted grasp.
"You are indeed a fine reader between the lines, Bella. You have my deepest apologies," Rosalie directs her attention to the looming clouds.
"It seems to be a storm brewing. May I have the honor to escort you to search for a more accommodating jacket?"
A revelation—sudden, yet lacking the proper leverage to stir her wits; Bella finds the unoccupied hand of the blonde encircling her waist without a stutter of hesitation. It's instant, and boils her very core to the point where she cannot even fathom the difference between the heat nor the cool fingers grazing the skin visible upon the momentary hitch of her shirt. Her breath halts, stills, mind dispersing into a relative recession—the absolute cause to the glitch in her step, and the inevitable free fall into the heavenly scent; an absurdity to even entertain the idea that the blonde would let her own body slam onto the pavement with a wincing disparity. Her senses become keen, potent with Rosalie. The exhilaration strains her uneven breaths, the fickle bunch that is electric in comparison jolts her veins, seeps into her bones. A increase and decline to the chest her face was currently shoved into without care from gravity, it halts as well—the unnecessary air intake from the vampire.
The blood pressure tumbling to her cheeks force her face to resign from it's position. It's a clear lapse of her judgment, a failure to realize the importance of their proximity to one another. Her eyes meet with the familiar irises tinged with concern, a blinding delicacy, and a factor that evades her keen foresight. The outer surface are lined with a detected light Bella had never had the decency to notice, not even with the hour moments spent with attempting to imitate the set of eyes on a dainty sheet of porcelain paper. A measly tool underneath the captured stare, victimized to the captivating orbs, she lets her eyes roam the features. Well defined eyebrows, soft and demanding slope of the slender nose rounded with a miniscule hitch, gentle crater in the pale left cheek, the smooth expanse of skin that did not waver in flawless. Her attentive examination breached a territory that had yet to be sailed across with a victorious cheer. Her eyes fell to the heart imitated lips; a detected hue of pink, noticeable with the bottom lip well more plump than the upper companion, it was an irrevocable fixation. Enticing—inexorable; they were a rivet she could not have escaped. The pair seemed hypnotic, even more so when they parted with an engaging breath scented with mint.
Clouded with the combining natural scent of the vampire, the piercing stare, and the inevitable headache taking her brain for a vacation that left her desolate of any coherence. Her head inched upward, leaning into the solid frame with the softest of touch—
It's the brash thunder echoing in her eardrums with a ferocious pound, that snaps her into existence. She's aware of the rather questionable embrace, the lack of respect for personal space. Even then she doesn't pull away, shove the blonde with a gentle force to ensure an appropriate distance. Instead she relishes in the comfort of Rosalie, and with the weight of the moment binding her, her cheek thumps against the blondes shoulders heavily, before settling with content. The warmth stormed her chest with a wild spread, eyes shutting when she feels the an added pressure on her head. The diaphragm expanding and releasing a exhalation fuelled with a peace is soothing to her own breathing.
"You win," Her hand curls around the pale one, due to the need of assurance.
"You cleverly stunned me and I don't think I have enough energy to travel so far. I'm pretty sure I'll drop within the next five minutes." Bella murmurs. Tone, relaxed and laced with an overwhelming need to rest.
Her mind is muddled, and if it weren't for the vampire supporting her general weight, her body would have sprawled across the pavement. It should have sent her into a mild frantic panic pertaining to the sudden need for sleep. Yet not even she could fathom the reason her own body decided to malfunction with a promise to derail into a
"It was a pleasure to be able to witness your resilience."
There's a thick chuckle echoed, muted yet derailing into a relentless pursuit of sleep.
"Next time Alice won't be able to advise you to use the weather conditions in order to stall time, Rosalie."
"I'd expect nothing less than an even more clever retaliation."
Lips twisting into a fond smile. Her hands wind around the petite figure, trailing down to bend the humans knees in order to lift the brunette from her heavy stance. While the situation at hand should bother her, alarm her, she merely eyes the teen nestling into the curve of her neck. She does not dare to dwell on the previous event that held her speculation as the perpetrator to the sudden exhaustion embedding itself into the brunette.
Honestly I tried to give everyone the best of both worlds. Or in other's perspective the best of half a world really (If that even makes sense) Any who I tried, and I apologize if it wasn't to the standards to some of you precious readers. As I've said I have the plot outlined, locked and ready to be explored. It's a shame my little brain couldn't form a proper plot when I created the story so long ago. I'm thinking of exploring a bit more into the mating bond between the pair. Since their difference being a human and vampire one, it seems a bit interesting to me. What about you?
So yeah...
Any theories on why Bella seemed to be so drained of and physically spent so quickly? Rosalie seems to have the answer though, or a inquisition.
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