Sorry there wasn't any note on that other chapter, I didn't have time. It was also really short, but this one'll be longer, I promise. BTW, I do NOT own the Twilight saga, Stephenie Meyer is the awesome one who created it. = )
2. Witches
"...and the witch twins. Jane and Alec."
I gasped and the world spun around me. I remembered Jane - her short, neat blond hair, snowy skin, and deep red eyes made her look more angel than vampire, but deep down, I knew that she had a shocking mental ability - she could cause her victims to feel an illusion of pain, an illusion so real that it made vampires fall to the floor and writhe with agony. Jane did not like me, I recalled cheerfully. Who cared?
Alec was another matter. He was handsome as... nothing could describe his looks. Heck, nothing could describe the looks of any vampire. But Alec... Edward was way better-looking, but still, Alec still gave you an intense feeling of attraction. It was partly his pitch- black hair, dark bloodred eyes, and papery skin, but also partly his subdued, mysterious, dangerous demeanor. After all, he could make a roomfull of vampires go completely blind and deaf with his ability. He didn't particularly enjoy the fact that I was alive, either.
Luckily, we Cullens had protection on our side. My beautiful shield could protect my family and friends from the witch twins' startling abilities. Ha! Although it was mostly the reason why Jane and Alec hated me so.
"Bella," Edward murmured. "We have your shield, my mind-reading, Alice's precognition, and a pack of twenty giant wolves on our side. Do you really think that they are going to harm us? Sure, they are not bound by the laws of the Volturi anymore, but still! We also have Kate and the rest of the Denalis, I'm sure, and Garrett... well he is one good fighter, the patriot. Bella, dear, I swear by the soul of Elizabeth Masen that no harm will come to you or Nessie. Not EVER, or may I sizzle on my altar, dying!" Edward finished his speech by kissing me. I wrapped myself around him, my mouth moving, stretching forwards, trying to kiss him as passionately as posssible. Then Carlisle quietly cleared his throat, and, embarassed, I pulled away from Edward. "Later, in my room," he hissed, smiling. "Definitely," I responded, pecking his lips. Then I turned to Carlisle. "What shall we do?"