I apologize for the delay, I wasn't allowed on the computer… I'll be working on another chapter right after this (I may not finish it until tomorrow, but I'll definitely work on it)!!! Enjoy!!!
Chapter 7
BPOV
"How could he be a threat?" I asked James as he drove me home in his SUV.
"Bella, Edward is a hunter. When he smells a human's blood and he likes it, he tracks them. You NEVER want to be tracked by him. He will stop at nothing, and nothing usually messes him up!" James said, a hint of anger in his voice.
"Okay, so, each time he walks in a room where I am and he suddenly turns around and leaves, it's because he wants to track me, THEN kill me? Rather than just eating me then and there, I mean." I said cautiously. He nodded. "So why is he always around you and your family? And why doesn't his dad track people?" I asked, eliminating two more questions from my list.
"His dad is different. He wanted to be a doctor even before he was a vampire, so he learned to control it. Edward just does it because he was told not to, sort of like teenage rebellion."
"Okay, so he just wants my blood. Great, so I'm officially dead." I sighed and felt myself frowning. But I had a good reason to be upset. Two reasons, actually. One, I was eventually going to be eaten by one of my classmates. Two, this officially meant I couldn't fit in ANYWHERE!
"I can help you, but we need more people. More vampires, that is. There's a clan in Denali, I can go there and see if they will help. They're animal eaters, they won't hurt you." James planned while I worried. I just couldn't see how he could be so calm about this!
"Wait." I cut James off in the middle of his explanation of transportation. "If we plan and get people from Denali or wherever to help, won't Edward be suspicious? I mean, a whole group of vampires TOGETHER with ONE HUMAN is kind of odd!" I explained. James was silent for what seemed like forever, and then he finally turned to me.
"You're right. This game is complicated, especially when the opponent is a master. We need to get you out of here, fast. Before anyone can do anything." James began formulating yet another plan, but I stopped him.
"How can we get my dad to let me go? I can't just walk in and say, 'Dad, I'm being hunted by an evil vampire and my good vampire friends are taking me some place safe, be back whenever!' I can't do that, he'll freak out and send me to a mental hospital or something!" I thought hard, but nothing came to mind. Suddenly, James' eyes lit up, and a devious smile spread across his entire face.
"Bella, is your dad the kind of father who yells?" James asked mysteriously.
"No. Why?" I asked, kind of freaked out.
"So, he wouldn't yell at you if you suddenly left?" James asked, still being very awkward and strange.
"No. James, what are you saying? That I should run away?" I was definitely NOT running away, I couldn't hurt my dad like that.
"It's perfect! You just have to freak out about how you hate Forks and can't stand another minute in this stupid town! Then, I can drive you to Phoenix and then we can get the Denali vampires to come there! It's perfect!" James was ecstatic about his plan, but I was a little hesitant.
"When? I can't just go over there now! I'm not ready!" I suddenly realized that the car wasn't moving. We weren't at Charlie's house, either. "Where are we?" I asked, suddenly afraid.
"My house. We still need to plan. You didn't think I would take you home right away, did you? Seriously, I'm smarter than that!" James laughed, and I was relieved.
"Well, just give me some time, and I can go ahead and pack before Charlie gets home. Then I only need five minutes to talk to Charlie. Okay?" I had it all planned out in my head, but I was nervous. How could I hurt Charlie like that?
"Okay," James agreed. "Do you want to come inside or do you just want me to take you home?"
"I would actually like to come inside." I said. James stepped out of the car and walked around to open my door. I sighed and got out of the car, shaking. Was I scared? I couldn't believe it.
"There's nothing to be nervous about." James said reassuringly. He led me to the front door and slid in the key before I could even blink.
I stepped through the door, thoroughly unprepared for what I saw. I had been expecting things like dungeons, cobwebs, and skulls of dead beasts scattered everywhere. So of course I was shocked when I saw no dead animals, nothing that looked like a trapdoor to a dungeon, and not even a speck of dust in the corners. Instead I saw white walls, a crème carpet, and spotless furniture. I suddenly felt embarrassed about the red stain on the couch at home that was a result of my carelessness and homemade egg dye.
"So, what do you think?" James asked.
"It's beautiful!" I replied, trying to breathe. I suddenly noticed something peculiar about the room. "No TV?" I asked, somewhat surprised.
"My dad's really awesome when it comes to technology." James said, hitting a button on the TV remote (which still didn't help with the whole no 'TV' thing). There was a quiet whirring sound and the TV dropped down slowly from an opening in the ceiling. It was attached to a metal bar that came down on two wire cables.
"Wow!" I said, my eyes glued to the simple yet complicated structure of the object.
"I know."James said. "It gets kind of boring after awhile, though." We both laughed, and then James led me upstairs. "Uh, yeah, this is my bedroom." He said nervously as we walked into a very bright, open room.
"No bed?"I said, confused.
"Vampires don't sleep." James explained.
"Oh," I said, looking around the room. There were stacks of papers everywhere (neatly organized) and there were cups of pens, pencils, markers, paintbrushes, and many other writing/drawing utensils. The walls, painted red, were decorated with creative lighting fixtures and pieces of art. There was a desk, an easel, and a few window seats in the room, but that was it when it came to furniture.
"It's not much, but it's what I like." James said nervously.
"I like it," I complimented. "You like drawing?"
"And painting." James was suddenly very relaxed, and probably glad that I understood.
"Nice." I smiled, then looked at the clock on the wall. Five o'clock! "I have to go! Charlie gets off work in ten minutes!" I ran out the door and hopped into James' SUV as quickly as I could, but he was already there, buckled, and ready to leave.
We got back to Charlie's house with only two minutes to spare. "Thanks!"I said, racing to the door. I unlocked it and ran inside, ready to throw a fit. I just hoped my acting was good enough. The door opened, and Charlie came in. It was now or never.