Chapter 12: The Bitch Came Back!
Bella stared long and hard at the blonde vampire in her home. A million questions flew through her head in an almost dizzying speed. If Bella weren't so exhausted and unsettled, then she would have let the blonde have it right then and there. As it is, with not only the panic attack but her mini flashback to hell, Bella just did not have the energy to deal with her estranged mate. Leaning back into Leah's body, Bella released a deep sigh as she tiredly rubbed her face. Closing her eyes, Bella took another deep breath as she murmured to her wolf.
"What's going on now Lee?"
Leah, who had been holding her imprint in her arms and purring to her to keep her as calm as possible, sighed. Bella rarely, if ever got any real sleep even before the war. Every time she came back, her Bella comes home more haggard and broken then before. Usually, Leah would have to fuck her imprint into exhaustion like she did last night. The next day Bella could usually rest easier. But Leah could tell that her soldier had a nightmare, now whatever news she received from the phone sent her off into a panic attack. Leah really didn't want to add more to Bella's already stressed shoulders, but with the leech here in their home and in her territory. Well, there is no way Bella isn't going to want to know what the fuck is going on now.
Glaring at the leech and silently blaming her for the stress she knows this is going to cause her imprint, Leah sighed and kissed the top of her weary mate's head before she told her. "We've got trouble coming Bell," releasing a frustrated growl, Leah grumbled "more fucking vampires are after you."
Bella released a snort and rolled her eyes, she reluctantly got off her mate and off the floor. "What else is fucking new?" Bella grumbled as she went to the nightstand beside her bed and grabbed a cigarette and a lighter. Seeing what Bella grabbed, Leah was about to say something, but a quick glare from her soldier silenced her. Unfortunately, Rosalie has had enough of being ignore and seeing Bella about to smoke a death stick caused her to make her displeasure known.
"Put that thing away! You'll kill yourself!" Rosalie demanded, she had watched as Bella barely acknowledge her beyond a glare at first seeing her. She had watched as that wolf bitch comfort and hold her mate, she would be damned if she continued to watch her mate kill herself with that cancer stick.
Leah growled at the blonde bitch, how dare this bitch come onto our lands, into my home uninvited and dare to command MY Bella what to do! Leah began to tremble, the urge to shift and rip the bitches face off clear as day, but a gentle soothing hand upon her shoulder calmed her instantly. Glancing over her should she saw Bella gently shake her head at her and flick her eyes over to her drawer where she kept her special gun. Confused, Leah looked over to the drawer and saw it was the same drawer she kept her cigs in. Realizing what Bella did, Leah grinned and decided to sit back and enjoy the show.
Seeing that Leah got the hint, Bella smirked at her lover before she faced her unwanted visitor. As she took in the blonde, she was happy to note that the mating bond was still well and truly dead. That was a relief for Bella, knowing how fucked up the supernatural world is, Bella would not be surprised to find that the mating bond would instantly reestablish and for her into an uncomfortable situation that she knew her lover would love to finish. As she looked the blonde over from head to toe, Bella noticed how…shitty the vamp looked. Bella knew that vampires don't change physically, hell sometimes emotionally, but this was insane! Rosalie still had the vampire beauty, but her eyes were black as night and sunken in, like she has been staving herself. Her usual porcelain skin looked somewhat papery and the usual bitchy aura she gave off was replaced with a neurotic anxiousness, masked by her usual bitchiness. All in all, she looked like shit.
Raising a brow at the blonde, both for her looks and her words, Bella walked past her wolf to open a window. After the window was open and a cool breeze blew into the room, Bella casually lit up her cigarette while staring into the blonde's eyes, almost daring her to say something. When the blonde did nothing but glare at her, Bella smirked. This was the bitch she knew and was once crazy enough to love. The Ice Queen, Bella took a puff of her cigarette feeling the effects of the drug instantly calm her. Bella knew smoking was bad, but considering all the shit she has been through and faced, a little white stick of paper and herbs is nothing. Not that the blonde knew that.
The silence in the room was tense and Bella was determined not to be the one to break it, if the blonde wanted to speak to her she will have to start. Bella was to tired to start the next bout of drama and Leah knew better than to start something right knew. Besides, Leah thought with a barely concealed smirk let the bitch get more rope to hang herself with.
Finally, Rosalie couldn't take the silence and the smirks anymore. Rosalie wanted to know what is happening with her mate and she wants her to stop looking at her with that sexy fucking smirk.
"Well?!" Rosalie huffed as she glared at the smirking, smoking brunette.
Raising an eyebrow, Bella took another puff and casually blew out a cloud of smoke.
"So?" Bella mimicked the blonde, her eyes alight with amusement at the familiar dance of getting under the blonde skin. Rosalie growled in annoyance at the infuriating brunnete, but her twitching lips gave away her amusement. Rosalie's stance relaxed and her eyes softened, releasing a small sigh, the blonde decided to be the bigger person and be the first to break the silence. As Rosalie opened her mouth to speak, the human in the room decided to beat her to it.
"So, the bitch came back," Bella's voice was littered with amusement and lightness, but her hard eyes gave away her anger at the blonde. Leah snickered, Bella didn't waste any time to unsheathe her claws. Leah knew that Bella could handle herself in a fight, both in action and with words, but it never ceased to amuse her when her little spitfire rendered bitches as speechless as she did now.
Rosalie was indeed speechless, this wasn't the hapless Bella Swan that she and her family abandoned all those years ago. This was the tough as nails soldier, this was a Bella who doesn't need anyone to make her stand tall. This was Bella Fucking Swan and boy was Rosalie in for a treat if she thought she would take anyone's shit lying down, especially Rosalie's!