This momentary joy breeds months of pain;
This hot desire converts to cold disdain.
Lucrece 690-1

She would hang on him
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on.
Hamlet 1.2.145-7

Chapter VI

The sin: Lust

It's been only a day now since I had that very emotional conversation with Claude. I miss him dearly...if only he were to come here today, but no the stupid journey from London takes atleast a day or so. From what Claude said, he's going to be here tomorrow. I think.

I spent the whole Saturday morning thinking about him. I know, it sounds very stupid and girly, but I love the guy to bits. To take my mind off him -much to my dismay- I went for a walk down the forest, as the stupid fog rolled in, blinding my vision. Hell, I didn't know where I was going. But all I could think about was how to take my mind of Claude. Take my mind of Claude. Take my mind of Claude. Blah. It won't work.

I decided I should hed back to Penelopé's, as I started to get exhausted from my constant blindness from the fog. I picked up my pace a little, until I finally reached the doorstep. I didn't bother to ring the doorbell, as I had the keys. I opened the door, only to be hit by silence. I took off my coat, hanging it up on the hooks which were mounted on the entrance hall. I stood in the centre of the hall, and looked around for Penelopé, Luciano or even Violeta. No sign of them.. I called out for them.

''Penelopé? Violeta? Luciano? Hello...anybody home?'' My voice echoed in the grand entrance hall.

''Baby...we're in the salon,'' called out Penelopé's deep voice. I smiled with relief, and made my way to the salon. The minute I walked in, I was met by seven pairs of eyes. Three of which were burgundy red, and four of which were topaz. The Cullens. And ofcourse Luciano, Violeta and Penelopé.

''Erm...hi...this was...unexpected,'' I said, my voice shaking, putting on a weird expression.

''Aha, Giselle. Where have you been these past few days? I haven't seen you in quite a while,'' Luciano said, smiling.

''Actually, the real question is, where have you been Luciano?'' I asked with a smirk.

''Well, I was on a business trip,'' he smiled. I could tell he was trying hard to make conversation with me, trying to make me loosen up. Probably even feel comfortable and welcome. Bless him.

''Ahh, I knew that you see,'' I said, leaning against the door frame.

''Where were you?'' Violeta hissed, allthough, nearly everyone could hear. I just laughed.

''You needn't worry darling,'' I smiled. I looked at the three Cullens which were keeping quiet. I realised that only the male Cullens were here. Carlisle, as usual had that warm expression to him. Emmett wa sitting there, in his bulky form, fidgeting, Jasper was looking around. And Edward...well, Edward was eyeing me suspicously as usual. As though I were some sort of alien species or something.

''Come take a seat,'' Penelopé offered. I just looked at her with a blank expression. There were no seats left.

''Come here,'' Violeta said from the armchair, tapping her lap. I just laughed as I walked over, and sat on her lap.

''Well...that's rather...awkward,'' Luciano said, turning his attention away from us, and to the Cullens.

''So, what's the gathering for?'' I asked.

''Well, Carlisle, Edward and Emmett kindly offered a game of baseball, since Bella, Esme, Alice and Rosalie were out of town. It's tradition...usually when it's thundering,'' Penelopé said.

''Thundering? Why would you need it to thunder when playing a game of baseball exactly?'' I asked, lifting an eyebrow up.

''Because our species have a tendency to be very strong and fast, and when we hit a ball at such strength and speed, it would be extremly loud. So thunder would cover it up,'' Edward said, breaking the silence with his know-it-all voice. Jesus.

''So, where is the game being held exactly?'' Violeta asked, her voice reverbreating against my back. I looked around. By the looks of it, no one was anywhere near to answering Violeta's question.

''In the forest,'' Jasper stated simply. Finally, someone atleast has a brain. I guess the rest are all airheads, apart from Carlisle and Jasper.

''Oh, I see...well, let the games begin then,'' I said, hopping off Violeta's lap. I started to make my way out the door, and as I did, I heard Penelopé call out.

''Giselle...you can't exactly play ball in heels, now can you?''

''Oh,''I whispered to myself, and whizzed upthe stairs. I went into my room, opened my closet and put on my extremly comfortable, baggy ripped up jeans and grey vest shirt with my black converse. I tied my hair up, and went back downstairs. Only to find everybody filed out in the corridor.

I realised I was the only one who needed a change, as everyone else was in either sports clothing or very casual, comfortable clothes.

''Well...are we getting a move on or what?'' I asked, eyeballing everone. They just laughed at me -apart from Edward, that is- and started making their way out the door. As I stepped into my car, and revved it out the driveway, I started to think at how much Edward actually annoyed me with his silence and weird looks. He just gave me the meanest glances ever...I really didn't understand. I had to get things straight with him.

When we finally arrived at a very secluded part of the forest, we had to make our way up a bit on foot. It was no biggie for us though; what, with our vampiric speeds and shit. Hah.

I realised I was way ahead of everyone, stopping at the top, enjoying the scenery.

''Well, here it is,'' called Carlisle from behind. I turned around to see the rest of the group close behind.

''It's lovely,'' I said softly.

''Indeed,''Carlisle replied.

''Well, we do need to start at some point, right?'' Emmett called out.

''Hell yes!'' I said, grabbing a bat from Emmett.

When we were all given our positions, I looked at Edward, only to catch him starring at me. I whispered low enough for the two of us to hear 'Bring it on'. He nodded, and smirked. And that's when the games began. It was a feirce game, if I do say so myself. It started raining aswell, making it sliperry and making us wet. Stupid grey shirt sticking to me. Stupid hair sticking to my forehead. Stupid Edward for looking so hot when wet. Stupid me for even thinking that about my sworn enemy. Drat.

20 minutes later...

I was still squeezing my hair of it's wetness when I entred my room. Violeta followed in close behind, starting to strip herself of her wet clothes.

''Hey, Im gonna take a quick shower...I thought you might need it...so I'm going to be quick,'' Violeta said, trying to reasure me. She has a tendency to take extremly long in the shower, tis why.

''Sure, whatever,'' I said, grabbing a change of clothes. I put on my black skinnies and a white t-shirt. There was no way in hell I was staying in drenched clothes. I hopped out of the room and into the corridor, only to bump into Edward. Bloody hell. Why were the Cullens still here? Blame Luciano and Penelopé. They 'offered' oh-so-kindly to a change of clothing and let them dry off. I bet you the real reason they offered, was because Carlisle and Luciano wanted some more time together. They seemed to get on pretty well.

''Well, well, well. If it isn't Satan in the flesh,'' I said, sarcasm dripping off my voice. He was no angel, and I knew that all to well. Just a mean glare from him, and your are practically fused to the floor by mental fire.

''Excuse me. Your in my way,'' Edward hissed, through gritted teeth.

''You think I haven't realized that? And I'm not moving anywhere. You have some explaining to do,'' I hissed back, crossing my arms.

''Explaining? What explaining do I owe you exactly?'' He asked. Smart ass.

''First of all, what's the deal with all the death glares? And second of all, what the fuck have I ever do anything to you?'' I rushed, getting angry.

''I think your capable enough to figure that one out for yourself,'' he growled. I already had figured it out. But I wanted to hear it from him.

''I already have,'' I said.

''Then why are you asking me?'' He asked, clearly starting to get annoyed.

''Because I want to know if I'm right...or wrong for the matter,'' I replied.

''Well, what have you figured out so far?'' He asked.

''That your overprotective over Bella, and that yur threatened by me being any where close to her. Your fear me...don't you?'' I asked, eyeing his expression.

''Not exactly. I simply don't trust you. Your a mere stranger to me, and ofcourse I'm going to be protective over a loved one, if possible danger is in their way,'' he replied calmly, looking staright into my eyes.

''Trust me, or not, but all I can say is, that I probably have more control than five vampires put together,'' I said sternly.

''Probably,'' he repeated, his hypnotic eyes peircing deep into my mind. We stood there, starring at eachother, for what seemed like ages. That was until, he hesitantly reached out, cupping my face in such a quick, swift movement, that I didn't know what was coming. The next thing I knew, his lips were pressed againt mine. Edward was kissing me. Edward. My enemy.

Yep, you heard that right. He kissed me. And not just a peck, but a very intimate kiss. He was kissing me so hungrily and passionatly. I began to kiss him back, needing the feel of someone so close to me; embracing me. Suddenly he jerked away, ending the all- too- quick kiss, soon.

''Stop,'' he shouted, pushing me off him with light force ''we can't do this''.

''Your right,'' I whispered, pulling away from his grip on my shoulders.

''I'm sorry...I don't know what came over me...I...I guess I miss the feeling of being able to embrace someone so deeply of my own kind, without breaking them,'' he whispered, lowereing his head.

''You mean like Bella?'' I asked, not able to meet his peircing gaze.

''Yes,''

''I'm sorry too. I too missed the feeling of someones embrace...I guess,'' I said, referring to Claude, allthough, I doubt Edward knew that.

''I have to go,'' he said, and with that he left, not even looking at me. Along with the rest of the Cullens.