CHAPTER 3
Bret and I casually strolled into the coffee house only a few feet away but to me it seemed like it was miles and my buckling legs felt like they might not be able to carry me all the way to the two seated round tables.
"We're finally here…" I mumbled under my breath forgetting that Bret was indeed was a vampire whether he bothered to tell me or not. His almond eyes, cold and hard skin, his pale… pale complexion, and the way his speech almost seemed to be slowed down as if he could talk as fast as the speed of light. He was definitely like Edward but maybe he was something better, someone I could really count on to never leave my side.
"Uhm, what do you mean by that Bella?" Bret questioned, giving me one of those, 'are you really sane?' looks as he pulled out a chair by the nearest table for me to sit in.
"Uhh, I… uhh… was just getting a little tired. I was… walking a lot?" I struggled to get the words out of my mouth. I could be such an idiot at times. "What shall we have to eat and drink?" I was trying soo desperately to change the subject to get away from my dizziness.
"Well, I don't really want anything but you can get a small latte or something to drink and I'll order us a small brownie delight." Bret suggested pointing to the single, small menu left on the table. It had a few coffee stains on it which made it seem authentic, like it was the only one made of its kind.
"Sounds great. Now back to my question… are you… or are you not? You can trust me, I promise." I managed to blurt out but quietly in a whisper as if it wasn't too unusual for a girl my age to be fantasizing in vampires and things of those sorts. 'He must think I'm crazy' I thought to myself as I unfolded and placed a small paper napkin on my lap.
"Now is not really the time Bella. It's not really the place either." He gestured to the tiny, but yet bustling coffee shop around us. "Waiter! Waiter!" Bret called out as if to try to get the conversation of his life dropped.
"I would like a chocolate latte… and we'd like to share a small brownie delight." I stated as the waiter came to our table and took our menu. He nodded his head and walked off, back to the small kitchen. "Now is a better time than ever, I'd really like to know what I'm getting myself into this time."
"Well, I guess that's fair enough, right?" He chuckled and then let out a long desperate sigh. His two forefingers rubbed the temples on his head. "You're right Bella, I am a vampire, and I know your Edward."
"I… I can't… believe it…" I stuttered going into a daze. Did he just say I know your Edward… he's not mine… well… not any longer. I thought to myself. What had I gotten myself into?