AN: Sorry for the delay! I had a busy weekend, but here's chapter 6. I'm a bit disorganized right now. I know where I want this story to go, and I can't wait for Edward to come into the picture but there are some other events that have to happen first. So sorry if this chapter isn't the best but at least its kinda long! Anyways, toodles!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
An hour passed. Two. I took my shower and changed my clothes.
What were the others doing?
I walked up to the door. I couldn't hear their voices. The house was quiet.
It was time to try transforming again.
This time it was easier, probably because I knew what was about to happen. The morphing didn't look as grotesque as it did the first time.
I didn't change my appearance too much. My hair was the same colour but shortened to a bob, I made my eyes green and blue and my nose a bit longer.
After a minute of admiring my creation I imagined my own face and shortly I was back to normal. I smirked in satisfaction. I'm sure the others would be ecstatic. It was time to show them.
Suddenly a wonderful idea appeared and I grinned. The others were no doubt somewhere around the castle, but us being vampires, hearing each other was almost impossible. Nevertheless I could always smell them out. I opened the door and begged for it not to make a sound. Surprisingly it didn't and I glided out into the hallway. Right away I was hit with 3 scents. Atticus, Blaise and Tyr were somewhere here. Blaise's smoky scent was by far the strongest.
I crept down the hallway forming my plan. This would be revenge for these agonizing two weeks.
I reached the door leading to the living room. He would no doubt hear me open it, so I would have to transform here. I imagined myself blond, tall, and curvaceous. My eyes turned blue and my lips plumped up. I didn't have a mirror to check my appearance but I was confident in my new found ability. I reached for the handle.
There he was, sitting on the couch reading a book. I could see his profile, but he didn't seem to hear or care about someone coming in the room. I realized he probably heard the door open but based on the lack of smell automatically assumed it was just me and I was clearly not worth his attention. Boy was he in for a surprise.
I walked towards him. He still wouldn't look at me so I decided to take the matters into my own hands.
"Hey, Blaise," surprisingly even my voice changed. It sounded sultry and sexy.
His head whipped up at the unfamiliar sound and his jaw dropped. His face was priceless and I really wished I had a camera to capture this one of a kind moment. I leaned against the wall and gave him a smile. This seemed to snap him out of his confused state and in a second he was pushing me against the wall, his hand on my neck.
He growled, "Who are you?"
To anyone else Blaise would seem painfully frightening but I just found this extremely funny. I started laughing and once again he seemed confused. Suddenly his eyes widened.
"Bella?"
My laugh didn't sound alien anymore. I got too distracted to keep my façade perfect.
The door flew open and Atticus and Tyr ran in. They heard Blaise's growls. I was already transforming back and the tingling sensation was welcome.
When I was back to normal I was immediately confronted by three very shocked males. To my satisfaction even Tyr looked impressed.
"Bella, that was amazing!" Atticus's melodic voice rang out.
Blaise scowled, "I could have killed you, Bella! That was a stupid trick."
I ignored his anger, "Whatever, Blaise. You should have seen your face."
I couldn't control another fit of giggles. Blaise growled and walked away. I could have sworn he muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "stupid girl."
Atticus's smile seemed to take over his face, "This is wonderful! I'm going to go see if anything like this has ever been recorded previously. If not, then this power might only be available to females." He almost skipped out of the room.
I looked at Tyr and was amazed at how intently he was studying me. Suddenly I was painfully aware of the fact that we were alone. I gave him a timid smile and walked over to sit on the couch. I expected him to leave but to my surprise he sat down beside me.
I bit my lip and looked at him. Tyr really was beautiful. His sleek black hair made quite the contrast with his white dress shirt. I noticed this was the first time I've seen him wear white. It looked good on him.
He smooth voice broke the silence, "That was quite impressive, Bella. I've never seen anything like that before."
I blushed and looked down at my hands. His praises were unnecessary.
He continued, "Do you know what triggered the ability to show itself?"
I continued fiddling with my fingers. I couldn't bring my eyes to look at him. I had to answer but could I tell him I was jealous of him and the others? That I cared so much about how I looked in comparison to them?
I felt his fingers softly gaze my chin and he lifted my face to meet his gaze. His touch was cool and involuntarily I shivered. I could only hope he didn't notice.
His eyes were so alluring, and the moment I looked in them I knew I would tell him the truth.
"I was jealous. Jealous of your beauty. I guess I always thought that being a vampire makes you perfect. But I'm not perfect, or graceful, or beautiful… Not in comparison to any of you."
I wanted to leave but Tyr kept his hand there and I didn't dare to move. He remained quiet and I closed my eyes in shame. He was probably laughing at my childishness.
Suddenly his fingers moved to trace my cheek. I breathed in but kept my eyes closed. He caressed my face, slowly moving from one cheek to the other, over my eye lids, forehead…It would have felt relaxing if I wasn't almost trembling. Nevertheless his touch sent shivers down my spine and I was fighting soft moans that wanted to escape.
His fingers moved down and stopped at my lips. I held my breath. It felt like time has stopped.
In a moment of courage I opened my eyes. He seemed to move closer. His lips were slightly parted and his soft breath almost reached my face.
Suddenly I heard a door bang in the distance and instantly swore to murder whoever it was. Tyr seemed to snap out and his hand dropped. He stood up, and turned away but I thought I saw a blush on his cheeks.
He reached the door in two steps but hesitated before leaving. He cast a final look at me and whispered, "Your thoughts are nonsense."
I would spend the next two hours trying to decide what he meant.
The next time I saw him was a day later. Deidre kicked us out of the house and told us not to come back until the evening. This would be my first practice with Tyr and I still wasn't quite sure what we were going to do.
The moment we were alone the tension set in. He wouldn't look at me and I tried not to look at him either. I was embarrassed and confused and my face probably showed it.
He started running and I followed. We passed mine and Blaise's usual clearing and continued deeper into the forest. I saw a flash of fur here and there but Tyr didn't stop and I didn't say anything.
Finally I could see he was slowing down. We reached another clearing but this one was much smaller then the first one. The grass seemed longer and softer.
Tyr was standing opposite of me, looking into the forest. I turned to see what captured his attention but before I could realise what was happening I was pinned down to the ground. I looked bewildered at Tyr who was now sitting on top of me yet still careful not to crush me.
His eyes finally met mine and he smirked.
"Lesson one. Don't let your guard down."
In a second he was standing up again, but so was I. So this was what we would be doing.
He assumed a fighting stance and I tried my best to copy him. This time I would let him catch me of guard. Without any further instructions I sprung at him.
To no surprise he avoided the blow, and tried to get me from the back, but I dodged his fist.
I was fast but he was also fast and definitely stronger. When I managed to land a hit on him he seemed to barely mind it. I on the other hand felt it quite well.
I couldn't help but admire his gracefulness. He never tripped or made an awkward move.
The way he pushed his hair back from his eyes was surprisingly boyish, and suddenly I was aware of the fact that he probably wasn't much older then me. In human years, of course.
We continued our dance for what seemed like hours. Neither of us ever managing to pin the other down but I was sure he was just holding back. It was probably for the best as it kept the fight smooth and I could feel myself improving with every hour.
If I was still human I would probably have already collapsed from so much physical exertion, but as a vampire I was just starting to feel tired. I noticed that stamina was something vampires gained with time. Eventually I would start to feel the need to eat and then no doubt Tyr would win.
Soon I lost track of time, but I did notice that it got considerably darker. Apparently so did Tyr as his offence gained more power. I was struggling more and more to hold him off and my muscles ached.
He grabbed my arm and swung me into a nearby tree. I braked before the impact, but this little distraction was all he needed. I moved sideways trying to avoid his blow but he was too fast.
I was on the ground, my hands pinned above my head. I was panting and so was he. His breath smelled subtly sweet. Suddenly, I was extremely aware of his body pressed up against mine. He was wearing a tight sleeveless shirt that exposed his toned arms and showed the outline of his built stomach. His hair fell past his ear and softly caressed the side of my face.
He seemed to also realize our proximity and I could see the cautious look in his eyes.
I don't know what possessed me at that moment. Maybe it was his smell of pines and snow or his brilliant grey eyes, but I tugged my hands from under his grasp and surprisingly he didn't hold them down. Carefully, keeping eye contact, I placed my hands on his chest. They seemed so small compared to his broad frame. I felt him shudder at the touch. I waited for him to push me away but he didn't.
Slowly I started moving my hands. My fingers traced patterns over the black material and I could feel the coolness of his skin through it.
His lips were parted again, just like they were in the living room, luring me in. He wasn't breathing and neither was I. His eyes fluttered close and I could see him inch down. His perfect lips were moments away from mine as I closed my eyes as well.
Once again I felt like an idiot, playing a game that wasn't all that safe. I was on my bed my face hidden by the covers.
I couldn't think about what happened in the forest without putting myself through myriad of emotions. I waited for his lips to meet mine but they never did. When I opened my eyes all I could see was a streak of black disappearing between the trees. He left again.
I could see why he'd choose to do that. I wasn't even sure what was happening between us. One day we're strangers and the next day we almost kiss.
This in itself was probably strictly forbidden. I was a "Queen". Him and the others were my protectors as Atticus explained. If any of them got a whiff of this I could only predict their reactions.
Another part of me also never failed to remind me that what I've felt towards Edward would never be rivalled. Yes, I was attracted to Tyr. He was beautiful, intelligent and kind towards me. I could tell he felt at least a bit of the attraction as well.
Nevertheless, I would never care about anyone else the same way I cared about Edward. Of course, my feelings were dulled down by now. I didn't miss him anymore. I didn't love him anymore.
I didn't. I didn't. I didn't…Why did my words sound so wrong?