An Unwanted Fate.
Chapter 5.
EWWW!!! What is that smell?!
Edwards P.O.V.
No… I cant believe it… my Bella is a vampire, and now she has to put up with being able
to smell other peoples emotions. But she is so beautiful… not that she wasn't before
but… but that's beside the point. She wont cope with it all- what with the hunting and
special abilities… it will take about 50 years to even slightly get used to hunting animals
instead of humans… I mean look at Jasper, he can barley control himself, he was
absolutely delighted when Luci mentioned the word 'feast'. But I'm sure we'll work
through it.
Emmett's P.O.VAfter I took Rosalie to speak to Bella, and walked in on their kiss fest, I couldn't help
myself but to go and talk to Jasper about this new situation.
"Hey Jasper, just wanted to talk to you… alone, if possible," I asked him, looking
sideways at Alice, who was standing in the doorway of the bathroom in a hotel dressing
gown, glaring at me. I really didn't want to know what they were up to…
" Do we have to speak now?" he asked in a strained voice, looking over at Alice
as if to show something.
" Well… bu…b…but I really want to talk to you!" I replied, in I higher pitch than
I had wanted. " Please!!!"
" I'm really sorry Alice… it'll only take five minutes," Jasper said sadly.
" Thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou!!!" and I ran over and jumped onto the
bed next to Jasper.
"Just wanted to talk to you about Bella," I said in a satisfied tone.
" Emmett! Not now! I was in the middle of something fun!!!" he said and pushed
me out the door and grabbed Alice. He then continued to slam the door in my face. I was
thinking about opening the door just to annoy him, but I heard the bed squeak, and
thought otherwise. Talk about eww…
Rosalie's P.O.V.
I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her, cow, she better looking
than me. I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her…
Edwards P.O.V.
Wow… she's not thinking happy thoughts… I think I'll tune out now. I look over my
shoulder towards Bella, and look into her golden eyes. Golden? But she hasn't hunted
anything yet… maybe… no… maybe because the smell of blood made her sick when she
was human, she might be immune to it as a vampire. There is only one way to find out.
Tempt her.
"Hello room service?" I say into the speaker of the phone. "Yes I would like I
bottle of wine brought up to my room. Yep that's the room. Thank you." The test was on.
Bella's P.O.V.
I was starting to feel really sick, as Rosalie's feeling smell came through the wall, and it
was so sickening, that all I could do was to think of what Edward was doing ordering a
bottle of wine. I mean, we can't eat or drink anything, can we? There was a knock on the
door, I presume room service, and I could smell how much that person wanted to go, to
not be here. It smelt like… I couldn't quite put it… strange. Sour grapes maybe, or
something else. The door opened and Luci walked in.
"Sorry guys, am I ruining a moment? Anyway, I just wanted to see how Bella was
going with the change and all." She had a saddened look on her face, which I saw as she
took a glance at me. She then looked back, and starred in shock, the smell ammonia hit
me. She looked over at Edward, and he shrugged as he read her thoughts.
"There's someone coming up with some wine in-" and he was cut off by a knock
on the door.
"Room Service," said a muffled voice. Edward quickly ran round and shut all the
curtains.
"Edward! I've only just become a vampire! I can't believe that you're bringing in
a human!" I hissed.
"You haven't looked in a mirror yet, have you?" he replied in a whisper, with that
crooked smile on his face. I had absolutely no idea what he was going on about, but I had
no chance to respond as he opened the door. There was a woman standing there with a
bottle of wine in her arm, and a big smile on her face. "Hi! Thanks for bringing that up"
Edward said in his smooth voice, and the woman just starred in wonder as he spoke.
"Could you just pop that on the table, we're going out for some fresh air first." And
through all this, I noticed that I hadn't even felt like attacking her, or doing whatever it is
that we do, and that I hadn't even noticed her smell. She smelt a little like lavenders, as if
she was somewhere she liked, or as if she was happy. I looked in the mirror on our way
out of the room, and noticed that I had big golden eyes… I thought they would be red or
black… wouldn't they?