A figure drew itself out of the darkness of the trees and I finally caught sight of who Edward was meaning.
James.
The coldness spread itself through my sides and I gasped against it, the icey rush penetrated my skin and it began to sting.
I let my eyes leave the approaching James for a moment to look down and see where the stinging icey rush was coming from. I wouldn't see anything apart from Edward's arm clamped around my waist, pulling my away from the car door, straining my neck against the edge of the seatbelt.
"Edward," I whispered in the little voice I had left.
He ignore me and looked round to Japers who was on the phone to someone. "Can you see anything? Why's he here?" He asked quickly and quietly down the receiving end. Emmett had his foot pressed down on the accelerator, just waiting for the moment to turn the key and rip the engine.
Jasper ended the call and twisted his neck to face Edward, "James wants to talk to Eloise."
What!?
Edward's eyes went dark and terrifying. It scared me even more, what did this guy want to talk to me about?
"Emmett, drive." Edward snarled.
Emmett nodded and in a nanosecond we were off, speeding down the track. I looked out the back window and screamed.
James was running after us! Was he an olympic sprinter of something? We were driving at 120 mph. Was it humanly possible to run at around 115? I doubted it, but then again, tonight had been rather odd.
It must have been a dream, I convinced myself to believe that and I started pinch my arm, causing redness to surface, it hurt, and I never woke up. My heart jumped and my stomahch lurched. What kind of nightmare was this? As a young child, I was always scared of my nightmares and Nimm was always there to coo me back to sleep, where was she where you needed her? There was big difference between huddling into a warm curvy figure who smelled of musk and roses and huddling into the icey cliff face that smelled of early morning dew and air.
I soon saw a huge white house looming over the dawning sky. It was enourmous and the drive way had three of so lovely, expensive looking cars parked in it.
Emmett swung the car into the huge pebbled drive and cut the engine.
We al quickly got out the car. That's when I realised Paula was still us, we caught a glance at eachother, she looked so pale and scared. Perhaps I looked the same, if I did, it wouldn't be much of a surprise.
Seconds later we were in the house. The door slammed shut behind us and I quickly shuffled over to Paula.
"What's going on?" She whispered, shaking as she did.
I shrugged and looked round where we were, standing in a woden floored hall, from what I could see. The room was light and painted in a white. There was a small platform at one side of the huge space and on it, sat a large black piano marbled by the high spread lamp that curved it's head over the sheet music sitting against the stand.
"Carlisle?" Jasper called, walking through the hall and up the staircase.
A few moments later Jasper returned with the beautiful girl a I recognised from earlier. Her eyes dug into my skin, I shivered against more stone and I realised Edward standing by me again. Rosalie and Jasper were followed by a small little girl with black flicky hair, the term 'wide eyed and bushy tailed' could be used to describe her. Behind her, walked to more people, a tall handsome man with golden blond hair, I presumed he was Carlisle, then there was a lady next to him, slightly taller and very thin, motherly looking with deep comforting eyes and wavy long brown hair.
"Esme, take Paula and Eloise away for a moment." Carlisle said nicely.
The woman nodded and approached us. "Girls, care for some water, or tea? I think we may have some time of juice, Edward, any ideas?" She asked conversationally.
"Not sure," Edward replied, seeming slightly dazed.
Paula and I followed Esme through the hall to what I guessed was the kitchen.
It was largre and chromed. Contrasting the rest of what I had seen of the house.
She hovered elegantly round the room, finding to glasses and filling them with orange juice.
"Hungry? Wait, don't answer that dears, I bet you are, Mmmm, the only thing we have suitable for…"She cut herself off and glanced at the clock, "…Goodness, five foorthy in the morning is toast os cornflakes." She chuckled.
"Erm, could I have a small bowl of cornflakes?" Paula asked feebily, reaching forward and taking the glass from the worktop.
Esme smiled kindly and began pouring the cornflakes and milk into a bowl, "And you…uh, Eloise I believe?"
"No thankyou."
Esme let it pass. "Excuse me for a moment, girls." She said and left the kitchen, making sure she shut the door firmly behind her.
Paula ate slowly, making sure she didn't spill anything on the chrome worktop where we were sat at.
I impatiently waited to find out what was going on, tapping my nails against the metal. I let out a yawned and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Paula asked, sounding scared.
"To find ouy what's happening," I replied, louder then my previous voice had been. I got to the door and opened it, so quietly.
The large family were standing by the fireplace, talking quickly, Edward was sitting on the edge of the fire place gazing through them to the front door.
"Carlisle, how would he of known?"
Carlisle shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, "I don't know, but she can't stay the way she is for long."
Edward growled and sighed, holding his head in his hands.
Didn't he get too hot sitting that close to the fire? I thought to myself.
I tuned in again to catch what they were saying.
"But Carlisle, she can't know! I've only known her for two days!" Edward said, his velvetty voice cracked under the fear or stress I could guess.
"Yes, but it would be best if she found out through us rather then through James."
"Who'll tell her?" Esme asked worryingly.
Suddenly, I hear Alice gasp, she she spun her tiny frame round. "Hello Eloise." She said in her sing song voice.
I freaked. I shouldn't of but I did. I slammmed the door shut and darted through the kitchen and reached the back door, I yanked it open, but before I got through the door and outside, it was forced shut. I looked up and Edward was looking down at me, his hand pressed against the door, his face looked scared and pained.
He kept his eyes on my as I fought against the hysteria, keeping my shallow breathing as even as my pathetic attempts could.
He opened his mouth to talk, his perfect voice completely in tact again, his eyes still focused on my own, quivering.
"I'll tell her."