Author's Note: Yay! Thanks to all of you who reviewed! I absolutely loved all of the names you guys shared with me and if I could, I would use all of them, they are all so cool!!! I wish my name was a few of those, seriously. Anyway, *nameless girl*'s name will be revealed in this chapter [it was decided on after a hardcore game of eenie-meenie-minie-moe] and credit will be given at the end of the chapter so it's still a surprise for that reader as to what her name ended up being! So, enjoy the chapter!
Disclaimer: I own nameless girl...who now actually has a name...
I've been debriefed. I know of vampires. I know of werewolves. I must be the most normal thing in the area for once. Not to mention most mortal. The mythical creatures clearly can tell I'm about to have some sort of meltdown because they're all smiling in that really annoyingly sympathetic way. I wipe Jacob's sympathetic smile off his face with a nice lapful of vomit, which is various shades of the rainbow.
As Jacob runs to clean himself up, my heart pounds, particularly because the guy in the corner, Jasper, is eying me like I'm a cream puff or some other irresistible dessert. Which I'm not. I kind of want to scream "Humans are friends, not food!" But I restrain myself. Who knows, sudden movements or loud noises might set vampires off, and that probably wouldn't be so good, considering I'm in a house filled with them.
The feel of a very cold palm encircling my wrist jerks me out of my thoughts. Emmett, the massive one, is standing above me, grinning goofily from ear to ear. "That was one hell of a mess you made. Even in my partying days I never blew chunks like that," he discloses, although he seems proud at the volume of my barf, which is creepy yet funny and I'm not sure how to reply; so I merely raise one eyebrow and ask if I can go home, please.
"Er," Emmett seems unsure, and he looks across the room to Edward for assistance. Edward shakes his head no. Drat.
I study Edward for a second. He can supposedly read minds. "Yes, I can," he yells over to me in affirmation, drawing the attention of everyone in the room, which makes my stomach flip-flop with nerves, resulting in a repeat episode of before, as Jake had just re-taken his seat next to me.
"Aw, man," Jake exclaims, glaring down where a new puddle of my lunch is pooling once again in his crotchal region.
"Sorry," I blush in embarrassment, making Jasper fidget as the blood rises in my cheeks.
Jake sighs. "Not a big deal," he huffs, heading back to the bathroom.
I decide to see how in tune Edward is with his 'gift' and think: I'm making Jasper wiggle. I wanna go home.
"That's too bad," Edward smirks. "For both of you."
I scowl, crossing my arms, careful of my now bandaged wrist. Stupid mind reading leech.
Edward chuckles. "That was rather derogatory. You seem to have been hanging around with the dog too much," he hypothesizes.
My jaw drops and so does Jacob's, considering that's the line he reentered the room on. "What did she think?" he demands to know.
"None of your business," Edward informs Jake haughtily.
"It's none of yours either," Jake points out angrily. And I have to say, I agree with him.
They begin to verbally spar and I mockingly mumble, "Battle royaaaaal."
This annoys Bella, who glares at me, then rises from her seat and tries to stop the boys from killing each other; which they just might due, considering their argument has become much more heated and is most likely no longer about whether my thoughts are anybody's business but my own.
Bella glares at me once again as I begin to chuckle at the petty fight before me. Oh no, I've angered the beast!
Edward breaks away from the struggle for a second to remind me that he can hear me think of his wife as a beast. Bella glares some more, but the blond one, Rosalie, smirks and gives me a curt nod of approval. Good to know she accepts me…sort of.
A tiny girl plops down next to me and blinks innocently with large eyes. "Hello…" I half-heartedly greet her. I'm not really into kids.
Jacob leans over the couch and lovingly gazes at the girl. He and Edward have apparently had enough of each other for now. "This is Nessie," the werewolf practically coos.
"Okay…"
"Nessie, this is Reece," he introduces us.
The girl looks at Jake and nods, then swivels in her seat to face me once again. She reaches out with both hands towards my face and I back away. I have this thing about being touched. I don't like it.
A hush falls throughout the room and Nessie is obviously disappointed. Oops.
"She's iffy about being touched," Edward explains sensitively. I'd very much appreciate it if he would get out of my head. He hears that too and grins. Bella looks as if she's trying to decapitate me with her eyes. How dare I reject her spawn.
Nessie doesn't seem to care that I dislike other people's hands and reaches out once again. "Um, no," I say, very clearly, holding up my index finger so that she'll understand.
She furrows her eyebrows and jumps at me swiftly, trapping me beneath her tiny little body. "For the love of--!" I shriek, but she's gazing deep into my eyes and telling me, no showing me, her story in less than a minute. I see Bella lying with a bulbous and bruised stomach, Edward in agony, Jake and a few other La Push residents wandering outside. Then she shows me a picture of a delectable looking sirloin steak and interchanges this image with a picture of my head, along with a few frightening visions of a blood thirsty vampire. She's explaining why I was attacked. She breaks away and sits down again, content with herself.
Oh please, as if I didn't know the vampire wanted to eat me. Honest, I thought she was going to invite me back to her lair for tea. I hear Edward cough; he doesn't care for me thinking so sarcastically about what his daughter deems suitable to show me.
"Why am I not allowed to leave again?" I ask rudely.
Nobody answers and instead they all jump to ask me what Nessie showed. I roll my eyes and give in. "You—" I point to Bella "—fat. You—" I point to Edward "—angst ridden. And you—" I point to Jake "—prowling around like a creeper."
No one seems satisfied with my blunt answer.
"I wasn't fat," Bella clarifies as she gracefully sits down next to me, cradling Nessie in her cold arms. "I was pregnant."
"Therefore fat," I utter. I'm not in the best of moods considering I've been here for what seems like eternity.
Carlisle enters the room before Bella can respond to my comment. "I've called your parents Reece, just so they're informed," he tells the room.
I tilt my head. "Oh, really? And they accepted the fact that I'm being held against my will by characters from a Harry Potter novel?"
Carlisle smiles. "I told them you'd be staying for dinner."
My eyes pop wide and Bella laughs from her perch beside me. It's not a very nice laugh I decide. Jacob, who eerily enough is hardly more than five feet from Nessie at any given point in time, lays a comforting hand on my shoulder. He's standing behind the couch rather than sitting next to me, which is probably a good idea. "Not like that," he explains.
I'm still uncertain.
Jake rolls his eyes. "You're just being chicken. Do you even know how many people would love to be eating with werewolves? And vampires too, I guess," he adds the last part quietly.
"I'm not one of those many people you speak of," I clarify, just so he knows, even more, how terribly much I don't want to be there.
Nessie squirms from Bella's arms and crawls onto my lap, making herself comfortable. Jacob begins to chortle to himself. I see why. Bella's face is most likely a mirror image of my own. Splayed across it are irritation and awe at the fact that her daughter decided on my lap instead. And although I'm not a people person, specifically not a young people person, I can't help but smirk. And that, my friends, is not something you do to an angry vampiric mother.
"Well, she definitely broke it again," Carlisle explains, pressing against the skin of my wrist. Oh really, Carlisle? She broke my wrist? I guess I didn't realize it when it snap-crackle-popped for the second time today! How keen of you to point it out!
Edward laughs next to me and Emmett engulfs me in a giant hug. He is the life size teddy bear I always wanted but never had. He pulls away, claps me on the back, and grins. "You'll be just fine! Carlisle'll fix ya right up; just, uh, don't mess with Bella…"
No shit, Sherlock. I shrug though. "Once I get home, I doubt I'll see any of you again. 'Cept for maybe Carlisle if I need a check-up or something…and Jake at school…"
Edward looks a little bit uncomfortable at this statement and Emmett shifts his muscular form from one foot to the other. Both of them are stealing glances at Carlisle, who looks perfectly peachy.
I give the doc a look. "I do get to leave, don't I?"
Carlisle smiles easy. "Of course you do, Jake will take you home right after you two eat. It's just, we may have to keep you under surveillance for a while. You know, in case of any more rogue vampires appearing."
"You're joking, right?" I ask, deadpan.
"…No."
My eyes are beginning to bug out and I start to flail my arms, which, I'm sure, makes it very difficult for Carlisle to finish off my wrist. That is, until he seizes my arm with an iron grip. "Well," Carlisle proceeds, "there's a good chance that this vampire is a lone nomad; however, there is also the slight chance that she came from a pack. If that is the case, they may want to hunt you down, as a sort of revenge."
Emmett leans towards Edward and mumbles, "De ja vu?"
Edward grimaces at that. "Not funny Emmett. I went through hell with Victoria."
I want to inquire as to whom this Victoria that they are speaking of is, but before I can even get a word out, an excited Esme sweeps me out of the room and plops me down at an elegant table. There's an unbelievably enormous platter of pasta and salad and breadsticks spread out at my place setting. Across from me Jacob has a tray of his own. And, excuse the pun, is wolfing down the food like there's no tomorrow. He grins at me, still chewing, then dives in for more.
I gingerly pick up my fork, peer up at the eager faces of Esme and Alice as they bob their heads in encouragement, and begin to eat.
Author's Note: And so goes the third chapter. And nameless girl has a name! REECE!!! woo!! Thanks to 808LONEWOLF801 for contributing it :D Also, you may have caught the references to Finding Nemo, Accepted, and Harry Potter...they're in there...so here's the credit. Review with comments and criticism [but be relatively nice, thanks] and any ideas of what you think would be totally cool to add to the story! Thanks!!!