Living on, Chapter 2
Who could it be? I quickly moved inside the house pulling Edward with me. I knew the real Charlie would object, but since this wasn't him, he didn't. It was almost as if he wanted him there though, him and that stupid grin.
I sat Edward down on the couch, turning off the TV first. Charlie came in with the evil grin, still plastered across that face, whom belonged to the Charlie I loved and cared for no more. The Charlie I lived for is possibly dead.
I knew I had to ask why he was grinning, or this fake Charlie would suspect that I suspect him. Let him suspect all he wants, I need to tell Edward that this was not Charlie. I knew he would say I am paranoid, but for some reason, I just knew this wasn't Charlie.
I need to tell him now. But shouldn't he know, from being able to read this person's thoughts?
That's when I realized the look on Edward's face. Confusion first, then fear, and finally realization.
He knew.
He looked at me then, his angel's face mustered with pain, now that he knows I am in trouble. This obviously has something to do with someone wanting me to die.
At first all I could think was this was not Charlie, but now, I am wondering. Who could this be? Who could possibly want me dead at this point? Wait, that's pretty much everyone, including myself.
I meant in the Vampire sense, where I still exist. But the grin I am getting here, means death, in the non-existing way. Exact opposite of what I'm trying to achieve here.
Only 4 options came up in my head as to whom this could be.
The Volturi, come to change me, or possibly kill me and Edward. But Aro wouldn't do that to us, that would be a waste. If they came to change me, I would be upset, because Edward definitely doesn't want that to happen, so much, that he could kill himself in the process. Just to keep me human, damn it. I didn't want the Volturi to change me either, I wanted Edward to do it. More than anything.
Victoria, or a possible friend of hers, here for Edward and/or me. I am not completely sure it matters. I would die without Edward.
It could be a complete stranger, or friend of any werewolf, come to make sure no one gets bitten. But what kind of Vampire would help a werewolf? One that wants to kill you, of course. I don't think Edward mentioned that some vampires were shape shifters, but there must be some, right?
Unless, Charlie was possessed by another vampire. But that would be basically the same thing a complete stranger, who heard about the vampire and the human who fell in love. Still, no reason to kill anyone, but some people don't need a reason….
This brought my thoughts back to Earth. I leaned forward in my seat next to Edward, and said quietly, " Dad, why are you smiling?"
This only made him smile more. He was about to speak when Edward interrupted.
"Don't worry, I know who you are," Edward's velvet voice said in the same calm tone I had.
Very quietly in my ears, Edward said, " play dumb, pretend you don't know what I am talking about, ask me now, then go upstairs, while throwing a tantrum on the way. Go pack, to leave forever, take everything, I think Charlie is dead," All of this was said quiet enough for only me to hear, not even the vampire.
That caused tears to form in my eyes, so this tantrum will seem real.
I stood up, a really awesome bewildered look on my face.
"Edward, what are you talking about? I don't know, but you said that to my father. He's my father! What's going on?"
Edward said nothing, I knew he was about to speak, but expect me to interrupt, so I did.
" You know what, just don't forget it. I'm too dumb to know anything!"
I screamed all of this, my throat suddenly dry. I ran up the stairs, careful not to trip. MY tears flowed freely, now. I couldn't her anything downstairs, tears and my mind interrupted, my mind screaming at me.
I knew Edward would be OK, I know he can handle whatever was going on just fine. But I couldn't.
I was about to leave the town that changed my life forever. The town I met Edward, and shred all those wonderful times with him. The house, where I actually got to know Charlie. But, know he was gone, and when I become a Vampire, I might not remember him. I was leaving his memory here. No one to pass it on to, since Charlie was alone, most of his life.
I ran to my room, slammed the door, not bothering to look at the window. I knew who was there. Even through my blurred eyesight (from tears), I could make out the small figure, now stepping towards me.