Chapter 2 XD YAY!! Thank you to every 1 who reviewed, you seriously made my week ;3 I know it's very early to be saying this but I think I need one of those people whom help you right fanfics, I think they are called beta's? Anyways this cap is longer like you some people asked 4 XD
I was watching him approach the front door, what would he be here for I mused, drumming my fingers on the windowsill. I heard the familiar protesting screech of the front door opening; I made a mental note to remind mother that maintenance on the door was needed.
Mothers voice filtered upstairs, as did the voice of the boy. His voice was not what I would have imagined, wait, did I just say that I imagined his voice? The metallic laugher echoing upstairs made me lose my train of thought. I walked as quietly as possible out of the library. Trying to desperately not to draw attention to myself, looking down at my feet I noticed Clive's water dish needed cleaning, as mother didn't like the idea of a cat sharing the same eating space as us.
Thoughtlessly, I picked it up and went to rinse it under the wash-room tap, forgetting Clive might think I was feeding him. He circled around my ankles howling, both the boy and mother's head snapped up in my direction. I blushed and looked away, not liking the sudden attention. Deciding that it was too late now to bolt I slowly headed down the stairs, looking at my feet the whole way, I stopped before them.
Looking up through my hair, "Isabella this is Mrs Mason's son, Edward" Mother said, gesturing toward the boy whose name I learnt was Edward. "Good evening Isabella" Edward said in his beautiful velvety voice. Beautiful velvety? Where did that come from I wondered I smiled and nodded in response, he scrutinised my face for a second and then added "I best be going Mrs Swan, and I hope to see you at dinner". "Bye Edward thank you for your invitation" with that he tipped his hat at me and left.
Darkness began to shade in our backyard. I wished mother a good night and headed up stairs, flopping down on my bed staring at the ceiling looking at all the tiny marks that you only can see if you look very closely. My mind wondered to the thought of father's grave, would it be covered in weeds, would there be no flowers there to commemorate him? The questions swirled around in my head.
What I needed was a walk to clear my mind; I knew it was stupid to do such a thing at this hour of the night. But I decided to do so anyway, I listened for any sound down stairs, but all was quite so I padded down the stairs and took my cape of the hook. This was insane, my instincts told me but instead of grasping sanity I grasped the door handle and stepped into the cool night air, the wind blew my hair wildly. I drew my cape tighter around me, walking down the path the stones hurting my feet. The sounds of the night startling me occasionally, deciding I better head for home noticing I had walked quite a long way, and the house was well out of sight. I turned around I heard a light pitter-patter of what I assumed horses walking around in their paddocks. The noise became louder, until I was sure it was behind me, I whipped around, catching my foot on a rock. Tumbling to the ground, "Isabella, are you alright" I recognised his voice straight away "leave me alone" I mumbled incoherently he chuckled and then added in a serious voice "you shouldn't be out here at this hour". I looked down at my hands noticing that they were bleeding;
I looked away quickly not wanting to faint as well. Edward followed my gaze down to my hands, he sighed. Gripping the tops of my arms and lifting me up like you would to a small child, steadying me on my feet. "Your hands" he murmured, I clenched my hands into fists at my sides. He gently lifted my hands, pulling my fingers back, pieces of dirt and gravel had imbedded in my hands. "We better fix that" he said, almost to himself, tearing of the forearm of his shirt. "Oh you didn't need to do that" I said flustered, "Look you ruined your nice shirt", he started dressing the wounds on my hands, so gently, I didn't feel any pain.
"I beg to differ Isabella" he started "we wouldn't want such a pretty lady getting hurt, now would we" he said coolly. I looked down, feeling the heat rush to my face, He tucked a lose strand of hair behind my ear. "Let's get you home" he said, for the first time I noticed the large horse behind him, I wondered how I could be so inattentive.
He caught me staring with awe at his horse, chuckled then said "his name is Cesar" and then added "do you have a horse, Isabella", I shook my head and said "used to, when I was little we had a horse, but when father passed he was too difficult to care for" I grimaced and continued "he wasn't nearly as beautiful as yours though". He laughed "beautiful in looks, to terribly stubborn in personality". He clapped his hands together startling me, I stumbled clumsily, "do you need help getting up Isabella" he said gesturing toward the horse I stared at him in dumfounderment.
"Did you not just see that, me stumbling, "clumsy people and horseback riding don't mix well Mr Mason". He just ignored my comment and snaked his arms under my arms. Being careful not to go any lower on my chest, and hauled me onto the hard leather saddle. Sliding behind me "I won't let you fall, and its Edward for you, my lady" he breathed in my ear, a shiver shook through me, I knew my behaviour was irrational, he was just being friendly.
We rode most of the way back in silence, "why did you come out here at this hour Isabella, it was so careless of you" I hesitated before answering, considering the possibility of him telling mother about why I was really out here. But something told me he would see straight through my lie, "I need to clear my head, although I could ask you the same question". "My reason is the same as yours" he said quickly.
The house came into our view. He clicked his tongue; the horse stopped, then he Slipped of the back, skilfully, and threaded the reins over the hook attached to the gate. Then helped me down, escorting me to the front door, "sleep well Isabella" he said tracing the back of his hand down my cheekbone. I felt my heart flutter "you to Edward" I said trying out the name for him, he flashed that beautiful crooked smile and turned on his heels and started walking away, blurring with the darkness I leant against the door.
This feel was foreign to me, but I knew I had never felt it for anyone else