Chapter 3: my little encounter with a strange super-natural force

I turned my phone off and slide it into my pocket, opened the door and ran out of the bathroom to my car. School was almost over, so what bad could ditching early do?

I reached for my car keys then I stopped in a second to see a dark figure at my car. I paused and started to hear my heart beat. The figure moved and jumped out of my vision. I ran to my car and looked up but saw nothing, at all. What could move so fast and silent? So I jumped into my car and drove out of the parking lot. While I was driving home I was thinking about Carlisle, he had to be a vampire, and the creature near my car could have been to. Nothing could be so beautifully shaped and silent. Nothing… but why would a vampire be a doctor?

I quickly pulled into my driveway and opened the door with a shaking wrist. I saw that Charlie was home and now I could tell that he would ask why I was home so early. And he did,

"Bella your home a few minutes early."

"Yeah I didn't go to my locker, since I didn't use it today." I said, it was a lie but not really, I didn't use my locker at all today, "Well I got a lot of work to do,"

"Well okay…" he said looking up from his sports magazine.

I ran up the steps and into my room, just to see the creature… again. It was sitting on my rocking chair and looking at my pictures of my mom and me. I shook my head. "It was you all along." I said starring at Jasper.

He looked up and his face was less tense, "I need to tell you something." He said.

"So you think that breaking into my house to tell me is the thing to do?"

"Well it wasn't the first time." He said with a dark chuckle.

"Listen," I said, "it's kinda freaky."

"I know, but it's complicated."

"So you're a psychotic vampire stalker." I raised my voice. The words just poured out of my mouth.

"How… what!" he said.

"I just assumed. I mean the Carlisle guy was around in 1918 and that left me with a list of possibilities."

"How, how do you know this?" he was strangely calm.

"Well I mean you can't be dangerous, unless you fest on the morgue like it's a super market." I said,

He looked as if he could have flushed, "you didn't answer my question." He rolled his perfect eyes.

"Well at least you didn't kill them. It's better than just letting them root." I mumbled half to myself; I lost control with my sort of dark humor vomit.

"Still, and anyway old blood taste bad, like old meat to you humans."

"Oh," I breathed, "and I went to the bathroom and searched Carlisle Hale on my phone."

"Technology." He mumbled.

"So your really old too?" I sighed and went to sit on my bed.

"You could say so."

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