DISCLAIMER: Margoite de Flench does not own TWILIGHT.

Chapter Three

I spent the entire time for a human sleep staring at Bella, watching her.

And then, morning came.

Bella woke up with a radiating smile pasted on her face, and it made me feel warm in my heart to know that it was for me that smile I was seeing on her face. As usual, Bella was beautiful, only now she was more charming than she used to be. Although her face seems to hide something more sinister, it made her even more beautiful.

"You did not leave me," she said happily.

"Because it seems like you don't want me to leave," I answered happily and not trying not to hide it. It was even of a lighter teasing. Bella didn't mind; she allowed me to tease her, talk to her naturally like nothing really happened bad between us at all.

She smiled. She kissed me lightly on cheeks.

"Bella-" I began but she hushed me.

"Later," she whispered. I heard banging downstairs. Because of my concentration last night on Bella, I was not able to detect any thoughts in the place, so I didn't know if it was Charlie who was banging downstairs now.

I looked at Bella with confusion in my eyes. She smiled knowingly.

"Please do wait for me," she said. Her eyes were pleading. I took note of its deeper color, and of the way she made me feel like she was more unfathomable than ever.

She smiled and turns her back from me.

I'm hoping, I heard someone say that. And I thought it was from Bella. Was she talking to me? And can I read her mind now?

I laughed to myself. Maybe I should really let myself be checked by Carlisle. There is something really wrong in me.

I listen for the conversation downstairs.

"Good morning, Bella," said the voice downstairs. It was Jacob Black. So, he is living here? Surely he must have noticed that there is no change in Bella in anyways. "Your food is ready."

"Good morning yourself," she said glumly.

Jacob Black sniffed audibly. I stiffened. He can smell my scent.

"Is there something?…" He began.

"Don't bother to talk," Bella snapped. From the tone of her voice, it was clear that she is not happy to be with this man. He sighed.

I sighed, too. It's not Bella to be like this. She always treats everyone nicely as possible, even if she doesn't like the person. Maybe her feelings for Jacob has grown to a maximum hatred she can feel.

"Yes," she said to Jacob. But Jacob didn't say a word or two to her.

"You got it right. And its for both of you," she said loudly.

"Don't try to stop me. Or you will be sorry. Even with the help of your friends, you will not be able to stop me. This is my happiness and I have been unhappy for so long after my mother died. She died an unhappy person. And I will not be like her, to die as an unhappy person," Bella said firmly. She continued, like someone was still speaking to her. "You can, but make it sure that you will not harm him or you will have to face me, Dad."

Dad? What does it mean?

"Go then," Bella said. "But don't try anything silly. You know I will be listening."

I heard footsteps coming to her room. Was she talking about me? As the footsteps sound increases, I can also hear a wave of thought, that which of Jacob Black.

And he opened the door. I was surprised. It is an old Jacob Black. It didn't need a mind-reading for me to read the look of his eyes saying, 'we have to talk'.