Disclaimer: I don't own anything Twilight.
I know that this chapter is alot more disappointing then the one before (by disappointing, I mean you will probably be screaming at the computer screen, telling the characters not to do something...) But you have to put yourself in both of the character's shoes to understand why they do what they do.
I don't know how long I laid there crying. It could have been a few hours or a few days. Nobody bothered me surprisingly. Not even Robert. I guess he probably figured something happened between me and Jon because of how Jon left the room.
Why couldn't I tell him how I felt? Why was I speechless? It doesn't make sense. I've wanted him to do that for years and when he does it I clam up and can't tell him how I feel about him?
But I can't stay cooped up in here, I have to tell Jon how I feel. I have to explain to him, I thought.
I change quickly and walk out of my room, looking up and down the hallway. Nobody's near. Should I knock on the doors of the rooms? Maybe someone is still in one of them.
Two knocks later, I find nobody in their rooms.
"Great," I say to myself.
How am I going to talk to Jon now? I can't possibly find anyone in this church by myself. It's humongous! I could get lost.
I take a deep breath and try to remember the way back to the dining hall.
I walk down one hallway until I hear Jon's voice. I strain to listen to what he's saying.
"Where did you say your mother came from again?" I heard a woman ask.
Then I heard Jon's laughter. "You wouldn't want to know."
What is he doing? I think to myself. He usually never talks to humans.
I take a few more steps towards the voices.
"If you say so Jonny." I hear the woman say.
My eyes search for the human saying these things to Jon. Nobody calls Jon 'Jonny' unless they are being rude.
I find the woman. She's standing close to Jon and she's touching his chest. Why is he laughing? Why isn't he telling her to stop touching him?
"Oh, I love the way you say my name?" Jon then pulls her face to his and my insides crumble.
I can't tell him now, it won't make any difference to him. He doesn't care afterall, just like I thought he didn't.
Why would he? I'm not pretty like her. She has the great body, the blonde hair that's so long it could easily touch the floor and the flirtiness and human warmth.
And what did I have? Short curly blonde hair and an ice cold statue body? Who would want that?
I was never a favorite of any guy, that was always my sister's job. She was the pretty, flirt. I was the some-what pretty scholar.
But that was back before the plague. Once the plague hit, she didn't turn out so lucky. She was the first to go in our family. It didn't take long for it to spread. I was the last to catch it and I was the only one to find a cure. At least, I think it's a cure. One curse for another, I guess.
Jon laughed again and I turned and ran back as far as I could back to where the rooms were. Back to the bed. Back to crying helplessly. Back to hopelessness and loneliness.
It wasn't until later that day I saw someone other than Jon and that maid.
Carlisle knocked softly on the door, waiting for me to answer it.
I sighed quietly and opened the door, changing my expression quickly.
"Oh, hello Carlisle. How are you doing today?" I ask, faking a smile.
"Actually, I doing well, but that's not why I'm here."
Confused, I invited him in and shut the door.
"Then why are you here?"
"Well, firstly, how are you? I haven't seen you for a couple days. Were you ill?"
"Oh, that. I, uh, was a little under the weather, I guess."
"Well, I'm glad you're better now." Carlisle smiled warmly.
I smiled more warmly, despite my sour mood. After all, Carlisle really did mean well.
Carlisle turned to leave, then stopped short. "E, if you were to wonder later on tonight where we are, don't worry about us, we'll be back."
Then he left, leaving me completely confused. Where will they be going? And who is the 'we'?
That night, I sat down on the comfy chair that was in my room, waiting for Jon, Robert and Carlisle to get back.
What was taking them so long? What were they doing?
Then it dawned on me, Carlisle wanted them to help him go on a raid.
Just as I was thinking about this, there was a frantic knock on the door.
"I'm coming!" I said to satisfy the person pounding on my door.
When I opened the door, Robert's face greeted me.
"We must leave, now!" he exclaimed.
"Whoa. Wait, slow down. What?"
"Pack your bag, fast. We have to get out of here."
"Why? Robert, you're not making any sense."
"Carlisle, he was killed by a real vampire. We don't know how much longer until the priest will blame us. We must leave!"
I nodded, running at super speed to pack all of my things in a hurry.
Me, Jon and Robert ran through the hallways, trying to find the exit. Finally, we made it to the courtyard. That's when we had to get through Charles, the gatekeeper. But he finally let us out with our buggy.
We rode as fast as we could with the people running amuck. It seemed to have gotten worse since we arrived.
It took us a few hours to get far enough away from the church to stop worrying about someone finding us.
"So, where were the vampires that you guys found?" I asked Jon, trying to make small talk.
"In the sewers." He looked blankly ahead, barely recognizing that I'm there.
I nodded, but didn't say anything else.
"I can't believe Carlisle got killed," Robert said sadly.
"Yeah, he was so nice to everyone."
"Yeah, too nice," Jon grunted.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked him.
"Just that he's too nice, that's all."
Robert looked at the two of us, examining our every move and expression.
"Did something happen between you two that I should know about?"
"No!" Jon and I yelled at the same time.
Robert shrugged his shoulders. "I guess you guys haven't figured it out yet, then."
"Figured out what?" Jon asked, getting defensive.
Robert shook his head and chuckled. "If you guys haven't figured it out yet, I'm not going to help you."
I looked at Jon, his eyebrow in an angry slant. He and I both knew what he was talking about. We just didn't want to say.