§Izzy§
We walked out to my car-thingy, I didn't really know what to call it, in silence. What was I suppose to say? I can talk to the dead, but I'm not crazy! Yeah right, like that would work. The only reason he had to believe in me was the fact that he saw me hanging in the air by nothing. At least that was what it would look like from his point of view.
"So, are you going to tell me what happened in there?" He asked me as he slid in to the passenger seat. I slammed my door shut and started the old thing, it roared to life and I jumped a little, making him laugh. He had a nice laugh, almost like music. It was like nothing I had heard before. On a human anyway...
"No, I'm not. Would you tell me your deepest darkest secret right now? Even if I found out something about you? We just met, how am I suppose to know if you're goanna tell anyone?" I asked him. He looked thoughtful for a minuet.
"I guess your right. But you can trust me, just so you know. I'll prove it to you, you'll see." He said so confidently, that I was almost tempted to just tell him everything.
"Were here. It's not much, but it is enough for me." I said with a small smile. I really like the house that my mother had gotten me.
"And Jamie." He said with a grin. I scowled at him and he laughed again, walking up to the front door. I realized something that I hadn't thought about before. That little girl would be there…and if I pretended that she didn't exist, she would be mad and I could never help her again. And I couldn't make Edward leave ether…
"I guess I have to tell you…seeing as you won't leave. But I will tell you this. I have some friends back in phoenix, who is dead scary, who could haunt you for the rest of your life. Trust me, you do not want these…people, after you. So if you ever tell anyone about what I am about to tell you, even your family, I will send them on you." I threatened him. He looked a little shocked, then amused. He nodded his head but didn't say anything. You won't be like that when I'm done explaining, I thought to myself as I sat down on the couch. Jamie was there, and so was the little girl. She was sitting in one of the chairs, and Jamie was standing behind it.
She was wearing something from the 1800th century, that much was for sure. And her beautiful green and white dress was soaked with blood that was running from her neck. She looked scared and was shaking slightly. Edward stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, so I patted the space beside me and he sat down, smiling at me. He was about to speak, but I stopped him when I took one finger to my lips. He shut up and watched me curiously.
"Hello, my name is Izzy, what's your name?" I asked her sweetly, kneeling on the floor in front of her chair. She looked up at me in shock and then up at Jamie, she sniffed slightly.
"Cynthia." She said in a tiny whisper. I smiled gently at her.
"Do you know what year it is, Cynthia?"
"It's 1872." She said slowly, watching my every move.
"I've tried to tell her that the year is 2007, but she just won't listen to me." Jamie explained. I nodded at him.
"What happened to your neck Cynthia? Did someone hurt you, or did you fall?" She got a scared expression on her face and pointed at Edward. I looked at her confused.
"A lady, like him, she…she ran after me into the woods…and then she kicked me. And I yelled at her and said that my daddy would come, but he didn't. He promised he would come but he didn't come…And then she bit me in the neck…She was like him." She said again, pointing at Edward. I stiffened and looked up at Jamie, he was just as shocked as I was. Edward was a vampire? Sure, a lot of ghost's had told me that they had been killed by a vampire, but they were usually killed at once, not played with like Cynthia had been.
"But I'm not sensing anything wrong with him!" Jamie said frustrated. He ran a hand through his spiked brown hair.
"Even if there was anything wrong, Jamie, it would be to late for that now." I told him. He nodded and glared at Edward.
Edward, oblivious to the fact that he was being glared at, sat still as a statue, staring at me transfixed. "Ask him." Was all Jamie said. I knew that I didn't really have a choice in the matter. I was already here, alone. Even if I didn't ask he would probably kill me. At least now I had a head start. And if he knew what I could do, he might even spare me a little while longer.
"Edward." I started, my voice a little shaky. I loved the dead and all, but to be one was an whole other thing.
"Yes." He asked me smoothly. I wanted to hit him or yell at him. Do something. Here he was, this perfect guy, ready to kill me, and yet he tried to charm me. How many girls had he done that with?
"Are you a vampire?" I whispered. I looked up at him and he was shocked, to say the least. He was just sitting there, with wide butterscotch eyes, his mouth hanging slightly open.
"Wha-what!?" He finally asked. He looked at me with awe and fright, and I glared right back at him.
"That's right, I know. You were going to drain me, weren't you? Take the new crazy girl as lunch? That was why you were so persistent to come home with me, acting like you were concerned. And I actually believed you!" I yelled at him. He was staring at me with hurt, shock and awe, like he could not believe someone would say anything like that to him.
"I- I'm not here to drain you! I swear, I- we, we drink from animals! Not humans! Look at my eyes, there Topaz, not red. Just ask whoever your talking too, please, I swear. You have to believe me." He pleaded. He had sized my shoulders and was holding me firmly, his eyes were full of panic. I looked down at the chair and stared at Cynthia, who was shaking.
"Cynthia…this woman, did she have red eyes?" I asked her in a low voice. I don't know why, but I desperately wanted to believe what Edward had said, I didn't want him to be a monster who killed little girls and boys just for the heck of it.
"The Priest told us that she was a devil, and that she was evil, because of her eyes…he said that we had to stay away from her." Cynthia sniffled again, and looked up at Jamie. I looked up at Edward again and I saw that he was pleading with his eyes.
"Just because you have Topaz eyes and she had red eyes, doesn't mean that your not goanna kill me." I told him. He dropped his arms to his side and sat back down on the couch.
"I don't know how to convince you. But don't you think that I would of killed you already? I've had a lot of chances." He told me. I nodded my head but wasn't satisfied.
"Are you sure Jamie, nothing?" I asked him, he snapped his head up and looked thoughtful for a moment. He shook his head and went back to talking to Cynthia.
"And how could we live in such a small town if we drank from humans? They would notice the people gone missing." He said again, as if finding another point to prove me wrong. I actually wanted to be proven wrong.
"And my dad, Carlisle, he's the town doctor. He couldn't have been that if he drank human blood now could he?" I shook my head slowly and sank down in the seat next to him. I didn't really know what to think. What do you think when your home alone with a vampire and two ghost's?
"Cynthia, what did the woman look like?" I asked her. She looked up from the game she and Jamie were playing and looked me straight in the eye.
"She had long fire red hair, and she was pale, with red eyes. She was one of the prettiest woman I had ever seen." She said and went back to playing. I don't think she knew that she was dead yet.
"Victoria." I whispered, and then groaned. Why, of all the dead poltergeist things she could have been, did she have to be a freaking vampire?! I was as good as dead.
"What's wrong?" Edward asked concerned. If it was real or not, I didn't know, but if he was faking, he was a damn good actor.
"Victoria, the school poltergeist, is a Vampire. And I have to fight her. I'm as good as dead!" I threw my hands in the air and went into the kitchen. I started making a huge sandwich. I didn't even bother to ask Edward, he was a vampire, after all.
Edward walked after me into the kitchen and hopped up on the counter.
"Is she the one that attached you in school today? And why do you have to fight her? This is all really confusing." He said, trying to take everything in at once. I sighted and stopped making my monster of a sandwich. I always ate when I was nerves.
"Edward…this is really hard for me to explain. And if what you are saying is real, your family has a right to know my secret, because I know yours. And I really don't want to say everything more than once…so, I think I want to meet your family and tell them. Everything. Jamie can come and help me explain, and I have to take Cynthia with me, because she isn't going to disappear anytime soon." I told him, going back to what I was doing.
"Can you tell me who Jamie is?" He asked me curiously. I wanted to tell him, I really did, but…what if all he said was lies, what if this was all just a trick?
Of course it's not, I scolded myself. Jamie would of sensed that miles away!
So really, what was I scared about?
"You can tell him about me, Izzy. It's okay." Jamie told me, smiling. I smiled warmly back at him.
"He is my best friend. I've known him since I was three. He is also the first ghost I saw, at least the first I remember ever seeing. He follows me around everywhere, and he can be a bit annoying at times. But everyone has flaws." I said as I put sliced cheese on the bread.
"How did he…you know…become…?" Edward asked hesitantly. I giggled at him.
"He died when he was 24. He found his girlfriend and best friend making out on the couch. But before he could say anything he was shot in the head. It sucked really, because he was going to break up with her." I said shrugging. Jamie glared at me, and I stuck my tongue out at him.
"That sucks." Edward said bluntly. I laughed and nodded.
"So, can he hear me?" He asked me hesitantly, looking around the room as if he was looking for someone.
"Yeah, he can hear you, see you, go through you. He can even possess you. Well, he can't, because he hasn't been dead long enough for that. You see, the longer someone is dead, the more energy they get, and then they can do stuff. That's why some people know that there house is haunted. They can turn of the lights, set things on fire, make sounds. Its all different really." Edward seemed awed, and then he looked down at my sandwich and chuckled.
"What?" I asked defensively. I could get what he was laughing at, because it was seven inches high.
"Just wondering how someone as small as you can eat that much." He said, shaking his head. I blushed and looked down at my food.
"I eat when I'm nerves. And I'm pretty nerves right now." I told him quietly. He looked concerned and lifted my plate up, walking it back into the living room.
"What are you nerves about?" He asked me gently.
"Fighting her…I just know that I can't win, unless…unless I do an exorcist. But the potions are usually painful to make, and the Exorcist itself isn't just a walk in the park." I told him shakily. He took my little hand in his and smiled.
"Just explain everything to my family and me, and then we will help you the best we can."