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Written by Nashmeira S. W.

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(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Chapter 5 ✧ﾟ･: *ヽ(◕ヮ◕ヽ)

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ The Couch and The Daana ✧ﾟ･: *ヽ(◕ヮ◕ヽ)

Dad had just walked out the door and we were all alone again. The brick wall that was Emmett Cullen was still consoling Rosalie and Edward kept glancing over at me. He almost looked like he wasn't breathing, the motions of his chest were so few and far between, and it was very audible when he did breath like it was taking him great effort.

Every glance at me was getting longer and longer until he might as well have just openly stared at me. His eyes bore into me and he seemed to be chewing his bottom lip.

Was he...no.

I fixed him with a very critical look before speaking, this was something that I was now realizing that I had gotten from my dad, I like to call it the look.

"Would you like to take a picture, it'll last longer?" Surprise crossed his perfect face before he turned away. Edward muttered an apology and leaned back on the couch.

"So," Emmett spoke up again. "Bells, think you might want to wrestle some time? Eddie here is no fun because he can read my mind and you look like you might be fun." Rosalie huffed and Emmett wrapped an arm around her, smiling.

At hearing his request Edward's eyes snapped over to look at Emmett and I swear he growled at him.

Growling is not a normal trait for a human. Not that their speed or strength is, but I am just saying that they are definitely not human.

There were low hissing noises coming from the group on the couch but I couldn't tell what they were doing. Emmett seemed to have a very goofy grin on his face as he smiled at me.

Not the normal reaction to stuff like this ether. "Sure Emmett, not like there is anyone else around I can rough house with."

"No!" Edward spat at Emmett.

"No?" I said aloud. Hearing this Edward turned to me.

"You can't! You could get hurt. I.. I won't allow it." He won't allow it. Who the hell does he think he is?

"Last I checked you're not the boss of me."

Boy has an ego on him.

"Bella please, you can't put yourself in danger like that. You might have been able to hold off Rose but you can't put yourself in that position again." He wasn't getting the picture.

"Point in case, there was no Bella holding off Rose. There was Rose trying to hold off me. Besides, what else would you have me do? She broke into my home and because of her, my room is wrecked! Pretty sure she wasn't planning on talking."

"You wrecked your own room." Came a calm, quiet voice from the other side of Emmett.

"What was that blonde? You want a round two," I said standing. The blonde followed suit and before I knew it Edward was in front of me, likewise Emmett was in front of Rosalie, both males holding the two of us back. "because this time I'll move up from your neck and mess up that pretty face of yours."

I was starting to see red again and I didn't care. Emmett's eyes grew wide for a moment and a low growl came out of him as he stepped back, moving Rose with him. She was the one that was on my list not him, but if I have to go through him so be it.

Looks like we might get to wrestle sooner rather than later.

Luckily for legally blonde, the front door opened just at that moment. Dad walked in followed by Doctor Cullen and another pale skinned woman though I wasn't paying too much attention. My focus was on the object of my irritation, or rather the object in front of the object of my irritation.

"What part of asses in seats don't you kids get?" Both Cullen parents gasped when they came in to find us all getting ready for another fight.

"Her eyes are yellow… and red?" said the female next to the doctor in the white coat. Edward chanced a glance back at me from his protectivestance in front of me and his eyes enlarged at the sight of me. A few strides and my father was pulling me to look at him, taking hold of my shoulders with enough force to get his point across. Ashamed, I looked down but my father quickly pulled my chin up and smiled.

"Aww my little girl is growing up." He said as he smiled down at me and I deflated. Then it hit me. What the woman beside the Doctor had said.

Growing up…. red eyes…. no wonder I was seeing red, I was literally seeing red, and everything was so clear and precise.

"Oh." I spoke. Dad's grasp lessened enough and I sat down completely deflated as Dad started speaking.

"Here is the deal. The three of us have talked and we all feel that there has been a great misunderstanding between our families." Dad sheepishly scratched the back of his head as he continued to speak. "The three of us have spoken and we think that a nice sit down is in order, and sooner rather than later, so we will talk tomorrow." Charlie finished and Carlisle picked up from there.

"Were going to excuse all of you from school tomorrow, it's Friday so you get a three day weekend and have a sit down at our house," All I heard was that we were going to get to know the people that earlier tonight wanted to murder me. "as it is obvious there has been a great misunderstanding."

"Trying to kill someone in their sleep is never merely a misunderstanding! That's a bit of an understatement of what has happened tonight." I grumbled from my seat.

"Enough Bella. We'll discuss everything tomorrow. For now, I'm exhausted and would like to watch my recorded baseball game... and a beer. So you kids go on with your parents, and Bella go get your pillow and a blanket you'll have to sleep on the couch."

Wait what?

"Couch?" I said. Then it dawned on me how much Rose and I really destroyed.

"Where else are you going to sleep? Not my bed." Dang.

"Come on children," Esme called. "we should get home. Charlie, we're very sorry about all of this and will see you around lunch time tomorrow." She seemed to hesitate for a second then asked. "Is there anything you two might like for lunch?"

I couldn't help but smile at her effort to be friendly, it's like she just wore a sign that said, "I'm a mom". It was really nice to see someone being motherly and taking care of their kids.

Rather than the kid taking care of the parents for a change.

"Oh I'm sure whatever you make will be fine, Esme."

Edward stopped as the Cullens were filing out his eyes were almost black, something they would find out about tomorrow no doubt. He looked like he was still having a breathing issue.

"I'm sorry about all this, Bella." Truthfully it wasn't his fault. The fault was Rosalie's for attacking me and it was mine for losing control and destroying my room.

"Yeah, I guess I owe you an apology for the incident at the hospital. I just overreacted and, well, I'm glad you're not human," Edward looked confused. "because if you were then we would both be in trouble. Well, I would be in trouble, and you would be one hand less." He gave me a lopsided grin that on anyone else it might have seemed really stupid, but on him it looked kind of cute.

I smiled back at him.

'It looks cute on him... The hell did that come from?

It was at that point that my father made his presence known to us with a cough. He fixed his stare on Edward once again.

He was just throwing those around like candy on Halloween today.

"You," He said to Edward, pointing. "go home and you," he said pointing to me, "go to your couch." Edward nodded an affirmative and apologized to Charlie as he left and finally we were alone. We stood there till the lights were no longer shining on the front of the house and the car engine faded in the distance.

"So..." I asked even though I knew what he was going to say.

"I don't trust them, not after what happened tonight. I have no idea what they are and that worries me. Bells, we're outnumbered here so if when we're meeting tomorrow things go south, don't you dare hold back just because the red head that needs a hair comb fluttered his eyes at you." To say I was stunned was an understatement.

"Dad, really? You think me and that pretty boy had something going on?" dang it there was something there and he was pretty hot.

What's happening to me? I'm turning into one of those girls.

"You got your inability to lie from your mother. Get your stuff and go to sleep, we'll talk about this in the morning." He said, turning and making his way to the kitchen.

"Wait? You were serious about the couch?"

"Yep." This was his only reply as he rounded the corner. I heard the refrigerator door open.

Dang it, that couch sucks.

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Doctor Cullen had called early in the morning to let us know what the address was to their home. I knew right when he called because the phone was on the table beside the couch; only a foot or so from my head. I involuntarily reached over to silence the ringing menace however I was still groggy so I grabbed the phone a little to hard crushing it. It was a grade A' start to the day...

"So what's the plan?" I asked over my bowl of Coco Puffs.

Charlie took another sip from his mug, cradling it in his hands like the Holy Grail and the coffee within was the water of life.

"Hmmf," was his only reply. Charlie, I had learned at an early age, was and is not a morning person.

"Dad, plan. Do we have one?" He just looked at me over the steaming mug.

"Yes, the plan is just what I said. We're going to talk and that's all. I had planned on watching the game with Billy and Jake this afternoon but I need to call and tell him it's not happening. Then I'm going to call your Grandma Swan." That made me raise an eyebrow.

By no means did Dad hate Grandma Swan. He was her son and her only child and therein lay the issue. The woman doted on him like he was still ten years old.

"Why are you calling Grandma?" I asked as I delivered my bowl to the sink.

"So in the unlikely event they try and manage by some miracle to kill us, there is someone that knows who to hunt down." Another long slurp of coffee followed his reply.

"You're serious."

A nod.

Yes, this day was going just swell.

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The girl was back, it had been a week since she last came to the stone clearing.

Red Eyes tracked every minute movement as the girl made her way to the clearing. It was very calming, she thought, or maybe the wonderful scent was what kept her coming back. At one end were large boulders and around the outer parameter smaller stones, to a normal hiker they would look like the work of children playing but to the Red Eyes, she knew better. She knew they were a special place for the girl with the oval rimmed glasses. Each time she came, Red Eyes would watch her from afar.

"My Daana."

The words were spoken so softly that it could have been only the breeze. In all her years of life, never had a mortal intrigued her.

None of them have been her…

Her mind seemed to answer.

Red Eyes watched, captivated, as the girl with the oval rimmed glasses began today's performance. Hands working in intricate patterns, words followed each movement and within seconds the ground began to burst with small flames. The ground hissed and it seemed to bubble with fire but the flame swayed under the girls control. Liquid fire from the earth, like the flame Prometheus gave to man, this was pure.

It fascinated Red Eyes to watch the beautiful, dark haired girl as she smiled at her own abilities when performing her art. To watch her grow in that art was something else. When Red Eyes was young, she heard of the Daana and there had many practitioners that had, at one time, come to garner the favor of her family.

All fakes and frauds compared to my Daana.

Red Eyes continued to watch in rapt attention as the performer commanded the small flame to take on a harder, solid glow so that it looked like a ball of sunlight was in her palm. Soon the sun in her palm became liquid again and she began to concentrate harder, her brow furrowing as the sun melted fully onto her wrist and arm. Though the liquid looked like molten metal, it did not seem to burn the girl and soon enough it cooled, leaving behind a silver bracer of maybe four inches on her right arm. A soft giggle sprang from her lips as she watched her Daana delight in the thralls of her gift.

She wanted her.

Before it had been a need, before it was just the aroma that the girl exuded but once she saw her, it was different. She wanted the girl more than anything she had ever wanted in her life, and she would have her life one day.

The small sun was extinguished and the girl with the oval rimmed glasses cheered for herself ever so slightly. A proud smile graced the girl's face as she looked around the small clearing of stones and with her newly bracer-clad arm, she wiped the sweat from her brow. She sat down on one of the larger stones, rummaging through her bag and finally removed an apple which she swiftly bit into.

Red Eyes narrowed, it was now time. She dare not approach while she practiced her art, no it was far too dangerous. She was now setting down to eat, and enjoy a reprieve from the performance.

Red Eyes stepped off the limb of the tree and gravity took hold, she landed with a grace that no mortal could match toward the object of her hunger. With no more than a predatory grin and grace, Red Eyes made her way toward the unsuspecting girl with the oval rimmed glasses.

A/N

*Daana is a Urdu word, it means wise, learned, mage or magi in English.