Siren
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in Twilight.
Wish I did just to pull some strings.
Hope you enjoy.
Zee~
Vanishing
That morning, dawn pulled over right through my window, I woke up from dreamless slumber, after briefly scanning the room for Rosalie and with no sign of her. I pulled the covers aside, lingering for just a moment and slipped out, heading straight for the bathroom. I slipped out of my nightwear and entered the shower. The feeling of dread had not died down, the anxiety inside re-generated a certain degree of uncertainty. I turned the water to hot, scolding water began to cascade down my body but I didn't care. I could only think about Rosalie. The truth. I hadn't lied when I told her that I was no harm to her family or the human race existing in Forks but I had kept out one thing. The inevitable truth, she will die because of me. Explaining why she would have to die would be harder; breaking sacred veela laws was another thing. I suddenly felt myself wishing my grandmother to be alive. Despite her bitter personality, she was someone to look up to, someone I could always go to for advise. She died when I was 12 but I had gotten the chance to see her transform, her harsh beak up with pride. The feathered wings, beaming with colorful displays. Her eyes slit black and grey but full of happiness. She looked free. She was one with her veela. Something Renee had come to terms with. Something that I had not fully accepted.
Escaping my thoughts, I slid a towel around myself before making way to my bedroom; taking a glance out the window, I hoped to see Rosalie but disappointment yet again dawned on me. I dried my body before chucking on purple skin tight jeans, a black tank top alongside a green and blue flannel shirt and my high top converse. Absently, I grabbed a hooded leather jacket and book bag before making my way down. Finding Charlie wasn't awake yet, I grabbed some ingredients and started on breakfast. The same feeling of dread was now overlapping everything, I wanted to scream out in frustration knowning that I couldn't do anything. I sighed and stared out at the sunny weather outside. I willed myself to smile, to think of something that would pull me out of this great pool of suffocating anxiety. I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Charlie descending down the stairs.
"Bella, kiddo...you awake?" I turned to face him in his full gear. He was smelt and looked fresh. Pinewood. His voice sounded tired, I had hoped that I had not woken him with my screaming.
"Yeah, dad. Would you like some coffee with breakfast?" Of course, he would. Who was I kidding? Cops and coffee. I placed the plate of eggs, toast, bacon and beans in front of him and poured myself a bowl of cereal. Once the water had boiled over, I poured him a steaming cup of coffee and put it beside his plate. He smiled appreciatively as he yawned.
"Do you have any plans for after school today?" He asked, making small talk. I didn't plan anything but I was hoping to speak to Rosalie after school or during.
"Yes, I'm hoping to meet someone." He looked up from his meal and paused. I raised my spoon up to my lips and looked up at him before shovelling the cereal in my mouth.
"A boy?" He stared intensely, I could have sworn he was attempting to read my mind. I shook my head before answering.
"No. Rosalie Hale." Saying her name had brought back the anxiety full throttle. I picked at my brain until I realized there was one thing among many things I was curious about, she had literally drank a glass of juice. Victoria certainly didn't. She hated the taste of food. I didn't agree with her choice of diet but then again, who was I to tell her who or what to feed on? Perhaps it was due to her being a hybrid. Charlie broke my train of thought yet again.
"I haven't heard that name before."
"Rosalie Cullen." It didn't sound right, Rosalie's last name as Cullen; I liked Hale better.
"The Cullens." His tone was happy. He seemed proud which told me that he knew them or at least Carlisle. He resumed eating. It was silent for at least 10 minutes.
"What are your plans for the day?" I asked hoping to switch the subject away from the Cullens before he could ask any upcoming questions.
"Long day at work. Coming home late so don't wait up for me." He dropped his fork and knife after finishing and downed his coffee before taking leave.
"Have a good day, dad."
"Have a good day too, kiddo." He ruffled my hair and left out the door and soon, I heard his cruiser peel out of the driveway. Rolling up my sleeves, I prepared to wash the remaining dishes. My previous thoughts came back to me. How on earth was I supposed to explain this? I could always avoid her and keep my distance. One thing I knew, Alice would always find me if that was the case. She always seemed to know something, something that I didn't know. I tucked away the dishes to dry, dried my hands and rolled my sleeves back down before shoving my jacket and pulling my book bag on and heading out the door. It took a two seconds to lock the door with the spare key Charlie had given me.
I made my way towards my bike and shoved in my headphones. Music in. World out. Pulling my helmet on, I got on my bike and inserted the key, making it roar to life. I quickly made my way to school listening to . I increased the speed on my bike to a point were I could see the cars as blurs beside me. The lyrics seemed to make sense with my current predicament or the one I would experience soon.
Coming to an immediate stop outside Forks High parking lot where the student body stood until classes began, I pulled off my helmet and began my own search for the Cullens, when I didn't see them, I parked my bike and pulled out my headphones. Within 15 minutes of waiting, two more cars came but none belonging to the Cullens. I waited and waited until coming up to the conclusion that maybe they weren't coming today or they would come later. I began to make my way to lesson, English was first so I had Angela to look forward to.
I opened the door and quickly took a seat next to Angela who waved and smiled my direction. The bell rang before we could say anything more, I was just in time. I took out my notepad and pen to make notes for this lesson. A student entered the door mumbling a quick sorry.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" The teacher at the front asked, clearly irritated at the student's late appearance.
"I'm sorry, I am late. I was...er...talking to-" before he could finish his sentence, the teacher finished it for him.
"I don't care what conversation you were engaged in, just don't be late again." with that, he started to introduce the course that he was teaching for the term. Angela nudged me, I turned to face her with a questioning brow.
"I take it as yesterday went well?" she questioned, digging in for the details. I shrugged shyly.
"Yes and no." Yes, it went well before Edward made an appearance but still, even without Edward's appearance, I would have still had to explain things further with Rosalie's family. Edward was right in some sense, I was a danger to his family despite it being one member.
"Wanna talk about it?" Her tone was concerned. I hoped that I wasn't frowning.
"It's not really anything to talk about. Her brother doesn't like me." I wasn't going to go any further than the brother issue even though I felt as if I could share more with Angela. I definitely didn't want Leah chasing after me for telling her girlfriend I was some bird like creature and all things myth are actually true. It made me wonder how much she had told Angela all together.
"Who cares what her brother thinks, she clearly likes you judging by the fact that she never interacts with anyone outside her family and if she does, it's usually a harsh comment or a full on death glare." I blushed, I sighed grateful for the comfort.
"Not for long." I deflated, taking down the notes I had momentarily forgotten about.
"Why is that?"
"It's complicated...just a complicated situation."
"I've got a lot of time to listen." I smiled, clearly she had progressed further into the relationship with Leah that she was beginning to pick up on the same stratergies that Leah used on me.
"You're starting to sound like Leah."
"Guess she's rubbing off on me now." she smiled happily, thinking of her relationship with my bestfriend.
"How long have you been seeing each other?" I was curious, I would have to call Leah sometime soon to ask her if she wanted to spend sometime together.
"For about eight months." She nonchantly replied, my eyes widened.
"What?" I hissed, surprised at how long it had been and yet Leah had made it sound more or less like a couple of weeks. I was disappointed by the fact that Leah hadn't told me for that long even though we had kept in touch from the moment I left Forks till now. The teacher turned to face me with a deadly glare plastered on his face. If looks could kill, I would be tortured with every known weapon before he painfully sawed my limbs off.
"Can you give me three examples of power?" His gaze intimidated me in every sense of the word.
"Political, Influential and Social group power." His look softened as he nodded and he sighed, shaking his head in annoyance and continued on with the lesson.
"Didn't she tell you?" Angela whispered, ignoring the exchange with the teacher. I shook my head and she shrugged.
"Likes to keep things to herself that one." I nodded and that ended the conversation. The rest of that lesson was filled with intense silence as notes were taken. A pin could have dropped and everyone would have heard it. Another student, looking reasonably flushed entered the classroom and the same teacher gave him the same penetrating glare that he had given me before the poor guy took a seat at the front.
"So can anyone give me a textbook definition of what ideology is?" Angela raised her hand, judging by the look of determination on her face. I knew that she knew what the answer was as much as I did.
"Yes, Angela?" He eyed her expectedly.
"A set of belief systems, attitudes or a world-view held by an individual or group." He smiled, satisfied with the response.
"Can you give an example?" His eyes found another student at the front who shrugged to show that he couldn't give an exact example.
"Can anyone help, Mr Dudley here?" Another student from the back gave answer to the teacher's question.
"A text producer may attempt to project a certain series of beliefs on to a text reciever who is positioned as an implied or ideal reader so that they are invited to share these ways of thinking about the world. These are often in the form of specific lexical choices that express a point of view, for example the choice of terrorist over freedom fighter." The teacher's mood seemed to lighten up, he smiled yet again before heading to lean back on his desk.
"Ideology..." he motioned quote marks as he continued, " is sometimes only used in a political sense; it should be remembered that although many ideological stances are political ones, the true definition of the term is much broader..."
The rest of the lessons that followed became a bore to me. I felt like a drone wondering around the place hopelessly. When lunch finally hit, Rosalie was nowhere to be seen. I'd asked around and found from Jessica in trigonometry that the Cullens usually where not present during sunny. What that meant? I was not sure. Victoria was out and about when it was sunny, maybe it was that she was a day walker or the some of Cullens were some sort of other vampire species. Picking up a tray, I made my way into the line. Today, I was hoping to sit alone just so I could think, the solitary would allow me to get some peace.
"Saw you getting cosy with Rosalie, what's going on there?" Jessica asked, I turned to face her and shrugged as I picked up a fresh apple and added it to my tray.
"Oh well, she's probably using you." Jessica mused, looking ahead thoughtfully as she began to gather her meal.
"Excuse me?" I questioned, clenching both my hands, the tray I had been holding was shaking but not noticably. I felt the adrenaline begin to swim around inside my stomach.
"Jess, come on...it's Bella's business." Angela commented as she mysteriously appeared behind Jessica who blushed.
"What? I'm just telling her the truth." Angela pressed the bridge of her nose and sighed asperatedly as Jessica began to hum as she moved along the line. I wanted nothing more than to shove my music in and shut the world out.
"Jess! Come on." Angela attempted to reason with her seeing that I was getting agitated.
"So what are you girls talking about?" Mike interrupted, hooking his arm over my shoulder as I made my way towards an empty table.
"Nothing." I shrugged his arm off and Jessica glared at me.
"We were talking about Rosalie and Bella." Jessica dismissed my comment and took a seat facing me.
"Wasn't she going out with Emmett awhile back?" Eric questioned frowning as he joined in the conversation, completely oblivious to how uncomfortable I was. My brain paused, she was with Emmett? A gutteral growl almost escaped out of me, the Veela inside clearly was more than just a little annoyed at the information.
"Yeah, she's straight, isn't she?" Mike added on, smiling arrogantly.
"I wouldn't know. Rosalie was getting cosy with Bella on her bike yesterday, they left together." Jessica sneered, I was stuck between two conflicating situations. Ignore her or just shut her up by other means. Eric and Mike both looked at me expectantly, looking for an explanation. I turned to face Angela, blanking the unspoken question.
"We are going to La Push tonight, you should come." Angela commented, trying to change the subject and it worked. Mike looked up at me hopefully.
"Um...I don't know." There was only so much of Jessica that I could handle and that was in very almost neglieable doses.
"Great idea, Ang!" Mike commented, hooking his arm around my back yet again. I growled in distaste before I caught myself, Angela looked at me questionably.
"Yeah, it'll be so nice to have you there." Jessica murmered, clutching on to her plastic fork and bending it to breaking point.
"Leah and Jake will be there." She smiles and gives me the puppy eyed look. It's a surprise to me that Angela even knows Jacob; I would understand if she knew Seth but guess it couldn't be avoided.
"Fine. I'll be there." I could only look forward to the fact that my bestfriend would be there and there would be decent conversation to have.
"Who's Jake?" Jessica questioned. Me and Angela looked at each other with secret smiles.
"My childhood bestfriend." I nonchantly answered her.
"Is this Jake cuter than Mike?" The curious question made me look at her with disbelief. I wasn't sure whether to call Jacob and tell him to avoid coming to La Push or whatever it was called.
"I wouldn't know..." I turned my attention to the door hoping that in that moment, the Cullens would appear but they didn't. The silence with Angela was comforting but with Jessica, it was suffocating. It was like being in the same room as Edward except you couldn't provoke her with just thoughts. I was luckily saved by the bell announcing that I make my way to Spanish. Angela went her own way to her class but it was then that I realized that I had no idea where Spanish was.
"You have Spanish with me." Jessica stated, walking down the hallways to a route I was not yet familiar with. The shrill of Jessica's voice had disappeared, I could at least still stand a few things about her now.
"Are you coming or are you just going to stand there?" She huffed in annoyance and I relunctantly followed her to class and eventually found myself sitting next to her.
"Are you good at Spanish?" she asked, it was different from all the other questions she had asked. The personal ones that even after she figured that I wouldn't answer, she made assumptions.
"Er...not really." I answered honestly. I was good at a lot of things but when it came down to Spanish, I was not as skilled as I would have liked.
"I'll help you out if you need." She geniunely smiled at me, it was different and had taken me back.
"Thanks, I appreciate it." She nodded and that was a start of things. I realized that not only did I not know Jessica at all; I barely knew anything about Angela apart from the fact that she had two twin siblings called Isaac and Joshua. Her father is a Lutheran minister and her mother stays at home and helps. She adores photography and anything related to media. Born and raised in Forks unlike Mike who I found from Jessica that he was born in Sacrameto, California and Jessica, I knew she wasn't born in Forks but she was raised her from a young age. For the rest of the class, any difficulties I had, Jessica stepped in to help, I was grateful but there was a part of me that was doubtful of her sudden change in character.
"Listen Bella, I know you are new here but there is something you should know, Mike is mine." Her calm and cool demeanor turned into a threatening one and I nodded.
"I am not interested in Mike, you can have him." She relaxed but still seemed on edge, I had just assumed that it was just some boy crush. I wouldn't be surprised if she kept a shrine of him in her closet. I definitely chose a bad time to return to Forks.
"I don't care if you are not interested in him, just keep your hands away from him." I'd only just met Mike, I wouldn't regard him as a friend as much as I would regard Angela.
"Fair enough, I will, it's not like I want to touch him." In that moment, it seemed as if our almost friendship was ruined. I was starting to think I could actually make friends and be an equal amongst the group. From yesterday and today's observation, Jessica seemed to care about two things only, getting Mike and being popular. Did she just alienate everyone that came around her path to gain those two things?
"Sorry, that was rude- it's just that...I really really like him." she blushed which was alike her but I hadn't known her long enough to understand her. One second she was threatening and the next, she was regretful but calm. It made me slightly sympathize with the lack of control of emotions, the love the veela feels for their chosen is possessive not to the point of making their mate an object but not wanting anyone else to express any more than platonic feelings toward them. The possessiveness came with lack of control, almost obsessional at times.
"I understand. It's fine. Why don't you just date him?" The resigned look in her face made me feel pity for her. I was confused by her sudden switch in character. I was still wrapping my head around the fact that she was threatening less than 3 minutes ago and now, she was apologizing. I was wary of her.
"I have. We just didn't work out."
"Keep trying?" I suggested, not really sure how to tackle her situation with Mike. I was never good at relationship advise considering I was always single but I did observe Victoria's relationships and how she handled them.
"He doesn't want me."
"Well, why not move on to someone that you like and likes you back?" That was her best option. If someone doesn't like you back, you might as well just stay single or find someone worth your time that takes the time to pay attention to you and treats you with respect rather than an object to obtain to gain more popularity.
"It's not that simple." She sighed and turned to look outside thoughtfully. The rain was back, I hadn't even noticed the disappearance of the sun, the rain could have reflected what Jessica was feeling, it was dull.
"Life is never that simple." she yet again sighed and focused at the task at hand. I could only think about Rosalie and what she was doing right now and even with her absense, I wasn't irritated, I couldn't seem to feel alone but I felt longing. A tag of the heart as if a string was attached to it and urging it to follow. Did she feel what I was feeling right now?
As I left school later that afternoon, waving bye to my aquintances or friends. I wasn't sure if that's what I could class them as. Angela was the one I could rely on, if Leah trusted her then I could only assume I could as well if you add on the fact that Leah was guarded. Very guarded. The possibility of Leah getting in a relationship with someone never really came to mind, she seemed not interested in anyone but Paul. After the situation with her cousin, she closed off. Only occasionally opening up to me and Jake eventually it was just me she let me in which I couldn't understand. It wasn't like Jake would tell anyone. When I left for Phoniex, we called each other every single day, after meeting Victoria, the calls decreased and I could only assume it was because we were both busy making something of our lives. Leah had called me one evening, weeks before I managed to convince Renee to let me to live with Charlie and she explained that she had something to tell me, her voice was hoarse almost as if she had been running and crying but before she could say anything more, there was someone else in the background warning, shouting, slamming doors and I could hear her whimper over the phone. I had decided I would come to Forks not only to let Renee live her life wildly and to also look for something or should I say- someone that had kept me dreaming of sensual things but the other reason, was the phone call from Leah. She had called sometime after that but we had not spoken of it since. It was like it was forgotten to both of us.
I broke out of my thoughts as I realized I was already home though Charlie's cruiser was not present, I could also feel someone else is presense in the house. The scent was not Rosalie's nor Leah's or Jacob's. I cautiously made my way into the house, slowly descending upstairs to my room. I stopped outside the door, heart thundering and claws sharply descending. I opened the door to find Edward, sitting on my window sill.
"What do you want?" I questioned him, tense and ready to defend myself if it came to violence.
"How rude? Not even welcoming..." he gave me a self-satisfied smile when I snarled at his attempt to read into my mind, the faint ringing remained. I felt guarded.
"You broke in. I see no reason to welcome you." I growled, glaring at him in disgust.
"You left your windown open, I merely took that as an invite in." He nonchantly replied as if he had not just attempted to read my now guarded mind.
"Well then, what do you want?" His gaze found it's way to the pictures of my friends and family, I wanted to get to the point of his presense in my room, it disturbed me to the core when I thought of all the things he could have touched without my presense.
"I came here to tell you to leave my sister and my family alone." his voice held malice. He wanted to protect his family. I understood that but what I didn't understand is what my relationship with Rosalie had to do with him. The details he had asked for the night before had nothing to do with him. If Rosalie wanted me to leave her alone, she would tell me straightforwardly and I would do as she wished.
"Is that what she wants?" I asked not knowing what she wanted but from what her actions were like- this was most definitely not what she wanted or else she would be here telling me otherwise.
"I am part of her family and I know what is best for her and you are not." He sneered, his face contorting into one of disgust as he gazed up and down at me like I was filth.
"You didn't answer my question, is it what she wants?" I ignored the look of irritation present in his features.
"What she wants and what is best for her are two different things." He replied not answering the direct question I had asked. I already knew the answer even with his denial to tell me what his sister wanted.
"What is best for her is for her to decide as she is old enough to make her own decisions."
"It's not your place to get involved."
"I am already involved whether you like it or not."
"Well, uninvolve yourself." He grabbed at my throat, slamming me to the wall with a wild ferocity in his black eyes. The action itself had caught me off guard, I would have never thought he would attack me; I soon discovered that he had both my hands pinned. He continued his assault of my mind, the ringing and pounding of my head awakening the veela inside and almost immediately came the thoughts of the curse, erupting into my brain. I willed myself to push him out, to stop thinking but that didn't stop them all. When his iron grip on my hands loosened, I clawed his face and in the same moment, his hand came to my cheek, landing with a hard crack, the pain from the blow flooded to my face. I turned to face his slightly disfigured face and as I was about to smile at the damage; he sent a sadistic smile which sent a sickening feeling to my insides, he knew.
"Stay away from her." As quickly as he said the words, he disappeared. I shut my window, although the pain throbbed to my head, I could only begin to think of my options. What were they? I sat on my bed, feeling ashamed for not physically nor mentally protectiong myself from him. I urged myselt to think of something else to drown this sickening feeling eating away at my insides like a parasitic worm. I clutched at my pillow, curling to a ball and just as the tears of shame fell, my phone began to ring, urging me to pick it up. I quickly wiped away the unshed tears building behind my eyes. I could only assume it was Angela asking me if I was still coming to La Push. I let it ring for a moment as I composed myself, I looked down at the caller ID to see that it was Renee.
"Bella! Honey, how are you? How is Forks? Have you made friends? How is your father?" The questions rushed out of my mother's lips not giving me a chance to answer the first. I sniffed as a lone tear escaped my eye.
"I'm...good mom and so is dad. How are you and Phil?"
"We are fine honey, are you sure you are okay? You sound rough. " Her concerned voice echoed through my brain just as Edward's words had. Stay away from her. I cleared my throat hoping to sound normal, my voice box could feel the wavering tickle at the back.
"Yeah, I'm fine mom." I lied. I did not want to explain my situation to Renee knowing she would send me back or better yet, ruin everything the Cullens had built for themselves. Just because of one member of the family, doesn't mean the rest had to suffer.
"You're lying. Bella, a mother knows these things." She sighed, disappointedly. I didn't comment, just stayed silent.
"What's wrong honey?" she was sounding even more concerned than she was before which gave me very few options. If Renee wanted to find out something about you- she would before you even knew that you were telling her.
"Nothing mom, just being a teenage girl can be tough sometimes and I'm still just trying to get adjusted." I replied, hoping to avoid the real problem.
"Aww, honey. I understand, I was in your position once." She sympathized and I felt guilty for lying to her but it was better that she didn't know or at least I thought it was. I knew it was going to bite me in the ass if she found out.
"So who is it?" I paused, nervously looking around. What was she talking about? Did she already know about Edward?
"Who is who?"
"The person that has your teenage hormones raving."
"How do you know there is someone?"
"You just told me." This always happened, I revealed something without even realizing that I had. I wanted to bury myself in a hole. How the hell does being a teenage girl suddendly lead to relationships? She just chuckled over the phone.
"So are you with the person that has upset you?" My face burned, I could still feel his hands around my neck but I shrugged the feeling away.
"No, I am not and I'd rather be on my own." That was another lie. I wanted to be with Rosalie. Renee sighed, I could just see the sad look in her eyes.
"Honey, if this is about what I said before you left then I was only saying to protect you." I definitely remembered that argument. I could remember her hiss the words out. Forget about your chosen, you will never I opted for remaining silent.
"Talk to me Bella. Don't shut me out just like that." She pleaded.
"I'm not shutting you out, it's just that everything is still...raw. I'm not ready to speak about it."
"Alright. I am here if you want to talk." I sighed.
"I miss you."
"I miss you too." There was silence. I could only imagine that Renee was holding herself back from crying and a quiet sniff over the phone confirmed my suspicions.
"There is someone- someone you shouldn't get excited about."
Someone she told you not to get excited about, the veela hissed.
"No because I want you to be excited." The irony of it all was palpable.
"I don't know if I'm excited about it. You know- it's...I just- I don't know what is going on and I'm following blindly into obstacles. It's- it is what it is."
"And what is that?"
"Complicated."
"It shouldn't be complicated. At your age, it should be all about trying to meet the right person, loving, sharing enjoying everything. It's just that- I don't like seeing you on your own like you were in Phoniex even if you did have Victoria."
"It's okay, mom. I'm really okay."
"So tell me about this someone, is he nice to you?"
"Yes, mom. She is nice to me." There was a pause over the phone. Renee was openminded about a lot of things, she didn't seem to care about the gender of people. She even tried to encourage me to date Victoria of all people. Not that Victoria was bad, I just didn't like her like that. She was someone I could be myself around and we understood each other way too much to even consider having a relationship.
"Phil says Hi and I'm glad that this girl is nice to you. You deserve it." I smiled even though I felt as if I had withheld important information. My eyes found the clock and I had to double check before I hurriedly got changed into a pair of beach shots, a tank top and flannel shirt.
"Listen mom, I have to go. Talk to you soon and tell Phil I said hi. I love you." I quickly wrote up a note to Charlie as me and Renee exchanged goodbyes, she urged me to call Victoria. I would call her another time but not yet. Shoving my phone down my pocket, I made my way out, locking the door after myself.
I pulled my bike out of the driveway and headed to the location that Eric had given me directions to. The solitude had brought back the feelings of regret and shame. I felt different somehow as though I had snapped with Edward. I never allowed full transformation of the veela inside. I had never liked violence but Edward seemed to bring out a different side to me. A sadistic side, I felt pleasure over disfiguring his face even if it was slightly and soon that was overshadowed by his invasion of my mind, the anger didn't come but shame did. The irritation caused me to increase the speed. Just because he knew didn't mean he would tell his family, he might have but he was not about to blackmail me with the information. I had only a matter of time before I told Rosalie what I knew of the curse. The only problem was I couldn't explain why we veela had the curse. I was not priveliged to that information. I had not joined a tribe to follow and live with and the truth about the curse was one of the most important sacred vows. Once you knew, there was no way in hell would you even talk about it unless you wanted to die. It was an unbreakable vow. It was a law to never reveal it.
I came to a halt, immediately spotting the van with Eric, Mike, Jessica, Angela and another few that I had only been introduced to briefly. I parked beside them and removed my helmet.
"Bella! You came." Mike shouted heading in my direction, I quickly got off the bike and went to Angela's side.
"Yeah, I came like I said I would." I replied absently as the group headed towards the water with surf boards.
"Hey Jess." I whispered as she joined my side, we exchanged smiles and Angela looked at us confused but still accepting that we were on speaking terms regardless of what had happened during lunch.
"Hey Bella." She replied, taking a seat next to me and Angela .
"What are you reading Ang?" She questioned, looking down at the book in Angela's lap. I smirked as Angela silently lifted the book up to eye level and it read 'Girl Who Played With Fire' There was something interesting- no desirable about Lisbeth Salander. She had that thing about her, just like Rosalie that made her intriguing, it made the curiousity build up inside at an alarming rate. We exchanged another smile before watching in silence as the other's surfed. Jessica grabbed the surf board in which I had not noticed until now. She made her way towards the raging water. Angela merely smiled at her and turned a page, attention solely on the book on her lap.
"She's really good at surfing, maybe even better than some of the guys." Angela murmured. I quietly observed the group, ignoring the dull ache of my cheek. The thought of any of the Cullens especially Edward brought me back to Rosalie. I wonder if she knew about everything to do with the curse as Edward had seen it. Her reaction. Would she feel betrayed as the brutal truth is revealed to her? What exactly had I gotten myself into? The question remained unanswered as I continued to stare at the unending waves rolling in and out. A curious thought came to mind, when Angela mentioned Leah, no-one had questioned her about who she was and yet questioned on who Jacob was. Did they know Leah was with Angela?
"Do they know?" I asked, out of curiousity turning to Angela.
"Know what?" A familiar voice asked, I turned to face Jacob and Leah. A smile grew on my face and stood, facing them before Jacob came over to hug me. I missed it. His warm, comfortable hugs, I pulled away before it could be seen as anything more than personal.
"I can definitely see that I was mis-" before Leah could finish her sarcastic comment to me, Angela had her arms wrapped her girlfriend. Lips attached. I smiled at the scene and at that moment, the others decided to join us. The surprised look on their faces told me that they didn't know that Angela was taken. A blushing Angela tried to pull out of her girlfriend's embrace but Leah didn't want to let go, she purred into Angela's neck who visibly relaxed into the taller girl's arms. Once the two had let go of each other, me, Eric, and Jacob had decided to find wood to build a beach fire leaving Leah and Angela to the questions of the rest of the group.
"That was not expected..." Eric murmured clearly still surprised but sadness lingered in his voice as he picked up a block of wood. Not knowing what to say, I put a hand on his shoulder as comfort.
"I know what you mean..." Jacob replied, looking at Eric with understanding but nevertheless, shrugging off the feeling. We made quick work of gathering fire wood then made our way back to the group. Jacob and Eric had gotten to know each other and had been acting as friends that had know each other for years. I was left to wondering off in my thoughts, though the group was welcoming, I felt isolated. Alone. Different. I buried my head on my knees as the others began passing around bottles of beer, the warming fire was built and we had sat around it. Enjoying the warmth caressing soft skin, I occasionally looked up to find Angela and Leah feeling showing off their affection for each other which made my heart clench with pain, I wanted that with Rosalie. I wanted to openly show her affection in front of my friends.
I sipped from Jacob's bottle, wanting just a little taste but as soon as the cool liquid touched my tongue; it left with a splutter. I wanted to wash my mouth out with soup. The taste was just unbearable. Jacob and Eric had laughed at my reaction which resulted in me playfully punching Eric then tackling Jacob down before he chased me around with Mike, Lauren and Jessica following; soon I found myself cornered and called a truce before they could subject me to being carried around over someone's shoulder. When things had calmed down, Mike had Jessica attached to his him, Eric, Angela, Leah and Jacob had been discussing school and the school paper and the Lauren and Taylor and a couple of other people that had arrived later had gone out for more beers, hot chocolate and marsmallows. My phone rang, the number was unfamiliar and I stood excusing myself from the group to answer.
"Hello?"
"Bella." Rosalie's voice rang, my thought immediately clogged up, I had no idea what to say to her now. There was silence from both ends, the sounds of my friends laughing in the distance.
"I want to see you." I finally whispered despite what Edward had said, I needed to see her. To spend time with her, this longing feeling was crushing me inside. Every cell in my body was screaming to be granted an audience with her.
"I know but not tonight." Disappointment dug into me, she sighed and waited.
"So when can I see you?" I questioned, hope filling inside me at the chance to see the woman I had only met two nights ago.
"I don't know. Soon." The answer was vague, I had hoped that she would at least visit my room but after the incident before, I was not sure if I wanted her there.
"Can you do me a favor?"
"Depends what it is." Her voice was playful yet serious at the same time.
"Tell your pathetic excuse of a brother to keep out of my houseespecially my room and my mind. Next time, I will happily rip him to shreds and enjoy every moment of it."
"Oh so it was you that marked his pretty little face?" She chided, I could feel her amusement nevertheless, her smirk.
"Who else would manage to make his face look much more attractive then it did before?" I replied back with similiar amusement. I wanted to smile in remembrance of my handy work on his face but the fact still remained that he took important information from my mind.
"Me...if I had known he went anywhere near my mate." I could feel the threat and possessiveness in her voice.
"He took something from me that was not his to keep and I hope you do not stop me when I take something from his that is almost as unreplacible as what he took." I could hear her growl whether it was what I had revealed about Edward or me attacking her brother.
"I would let you tear him to pieces but unfortunately, he is still my brother therefore I would have to protect him." She regretfully elucidated, I heard a happy squeal over the phone and before I knew it. Alice was screaming 'hellos' much to my displeasure, I held the phone at arms length before the screams quietened.
"Hi Alice."
"Bella, we have to go shopping together."
"Okay?"
"Call it sistery bonding time!" She happily squealed and I smiled
"We have only known each other for two days."
"So? Live each day like your last besides- I can see you and my sister together."
"What's that meant to mean?"
"Ooops- Rose, here's the phone."
"I have to go and we will see each other soon. Edward will be taken care of." She finished, her voice sounded void of emotions, I felt almost guilty for jeopardizing her relationship with her sibling. Though they were not related, I could only assume they had spent many years together, unable to age as they wished; only keeping each other eternal company.
"I hope so because I miss you..." The statement was true, I did miss her. 15 hours without her company was more than enough time to miss her presense. I wondered how to go about the relationship or was it a relationships? One could only assume.
"I-I miss you too..." I smiled as I heard the words, the line went dead and I followed back to join the warmth of the hearth and the people around it. I found that in my time away, they had put Angela and Leah on the spot, asking questions of their relationship. I caught on quickly, listening intently.
"I think the whole point of being with someone is so you can talk to them and let everything else around you go-"
"But you could do that with your friends." Eric challenged, his voice sounded harsh and bitter. The tension seemed to build as he openly glared at Leah which Leah returned eagerly until Angela hissed at her girlfriend who sulked mockingly.
"It is different, the person you are with shares not only an emotional bond but a physical, could you do that with your friends?" She reasoned, that statement seemed to ease the conversation as Mike and Jacob joined in.
"You could share that with your friends actually." Jacob high fived Mike and I merely smiled at the exchange knowing in their minds, only disturbing thoughts lingered. Angela whispered to Leah who shifted her gaze to my direction, she lowered her eyes then went on with a thoughtful tilt of her head after a moment or two, she shrugged and cocuned Angela, her arms lazily resting around her girlfriend. It was turned an intimate moment when Angela turned to kiss Leah. I smiled at their openly affections, their affections felt far too private to observe. My eyes found Jacob's who shifted behind me and let me rest against her chest, I allowed the warmth offered from my bestfriend, he was a more robust and rough version of Leah.
We sat by the fire, happily indulging in our thoughts. Marsmallows were passed around and burned upon open hearth, before the clock could strike midnight; everyone had said their goodbyes and we all separated with promise to meet again and all I was left with was thoughts of Rosalie. My body hummed, searching for a similiar drive that would bring me to her or her to me. I miss you too I smiled in the same satisfaction I could feel from inside. I wanted to free the veela inside. To beckon my chosen but I resigned to returning home.
Author's note:
Just thought I would used some of the things I learn in my AS English classes. I'm really sorry to keep you all waiting. I've been at a very deep end, call it a mid-teen crisis if that's even possible. Anyways, chapter 5 will be up this Sunday. Exams are over. Had to miss one due to having chicken pox, migraines and fatigue.
Zee~