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Into The Woods

Edward

He had never been good at being patient. And now, now he was accustom to the speed of the life of a vampire, he couldn't stand the silent and patient mood that ruled the living room. He shoved from side to side on his armchair, waiting for something that might break the pregnant silence.

He repressed a sigh and waited a little longer.

Rosalie was driving him crazy with her thoughts. He had never heard somebody thinking that fast. She was making him dizzy, even for a vampire. The urge to leave the house, to disappear in the forest, was becoming an enormously great idea. He realised in that second he forgot to feed on the blood that he craved, due to him being a vampire.

Vampire.

How strange that a word that raises the pulse of far too many people in a fear ridden state made him feel somewhat at ease. It sounds mean, like some sort of disease. Though he had never experienced it as a disease, never thought of it as a disease. He knew that Carlisle had fought against it for a long time, even before he was a vampire.

But then again, he was the son of a priest, and priests do anything to eliminate them. It was and will always be a bad word in the ears of men. Having his mind wondering about vampires, Edward could focus on something else then listening to Rosalie's dazzling thoughts and Carlisle's worries.

Shoving his feet and arms in the chair, he finally gave up. He had enough of it. Quickly, but silent, he stood up and left the room in rapid pace.

He walked up the stairs, not believing that already 3 hours had past. Uneasiness was something he was not familiar with, but today he felt strangely on edge. Something had changed with Rosalie waking up. And he wanted very badly to know what. He needed to think; the only thoughts he would hear were those he thought, and no more.

He walked down the stairs again, not pausing at the end of it, instantly sure of what he was supposed to do. He walked straight through the front door, down the steps in front of it. He was heading for the woods; for he knew that that was the only place he felt comfort in. Safe under the thick dark trees, he let his thoughts go free at last.

It was a big forest; one could hide in it for months and yet never be found. On the east side was the town, their house in the north. They hadn't been long enough there for Edward to remember the little towns' name. It must be Blackborder or Woodborder or something like that, it was named after the forest that lies on the border of the town. He did remember the name of the forest though, Jenna Blackwood.

It was named after a girl who was missing for three years and later found in the heart of the woods. She was only dead for a couple of weeks. Apparently she was the prey of a small pack of animals. This resulted in her family, and all the families that supported them, to take on their hay sticks and start a huge investigation in the deep, black, forest.

They found nothing.

Of course they didn't, because her death was an extreme scandal in the vampire world. The Volturi searched the world for the murderers of the poor little girl, but found nothing. It remained a mystery for many years. In honour of the girl's death, they named the forest Jenna Blackwood. It all happened at least 200 years ago.

But the eldest of the village still knew the exact story. Edward wasn't really intrigued by the forest's history, but couldn't help to think about the young girl. What had driven her so far, that she would choose a life in the woods rather than her loving and caring family. But then again, not all families are as loving and caring as they seem, he had come to notice.

Humans have a tendency to hurt each other, to treat one another as animals. He hated them for it, and could not understand why he did not found this before. Eventually he came to the conclusion that you become a different person once you've changed. You stay the same as you were before, but your character is more...there. Everything seems clearer.

And so he went on. It was a relief to think of that for a while. It wasn't important, it didn't mean anything. It was just a thought to distract him from the mess at the mansion. Raindrops started to fall on his face, but still he did not return the way he came. Instead, he kept walking to the centre, to the place were the girl was found. It's strange, that after three years, they find her here. In the part of the woods were nobody was supposed to come, ever.

'Guess there are always people who fall through the cracks', he thought. 'They are predictable, but not as predictable as we think they are. There are always exceptions to everything, just as we are an exception to our kind.' Philosophizingwas one of his major distractions. You ought to have distractions when you're reading the minds of others. It was frustrating, irritating and boring to listen to the minds of insignificent little humans, but it also was a necessity. For if a human starts to suspect them of something, they have to move on to another country, another state, another town.

They moved down here, 2 years ago. And now Carlisle was trying to pass for 31 and he for 23, they had to move soon. Edward was soaked from the rain that had fallen since he left the house, though the cold didn't bother him at all. He stood still and looked up to the sky, filled with dark clouds that produced more raindrops in his already wet face.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of little soft water drops washing away all his worries. It had been dark the whole day, due to the storm. But he didn't need the sun to tell him that it was time for him to go home. Carlisle had to go to work and it was his time to watch Rosalie. He sighed, turning his head back to beautiful sight before him. Slowly he turned and walked back.

When he was in front of the house, he paused a minute to look at the most gorgeous home they lived in now. It was bigger then they were used to, and they enjoyed the space and the isolation from town. Still dripping from the rain, he almost ruined the antique carpet lying on the floor in the hallway, with tiny spicks of mud. Not making a sound, he went to his room and changed, drying his hair for a moment before he went to Carlisle.

The first thing he noticed when he entered the room, was that neither Carlisle nor Rosalie had moved since he had left them.

"Carlisle?" Edward was surprised to hear that his voice had a strange pitch in it. He was quite shocked by the scenery; he didn't know the right words to say. So he said, "It's time". Carlisle nodded almost to himself and slowly he stood up.

"Take care of Rosalie", he said and almost immediately followed by 'Why is it taking so long?' The last question was merely a thought, Edward was the only who was supposed to here it. "I don't know", he whispered back, when Carlisle passed him in the threshold. He looked at Rosalie, a beautiful statue with a face of an angel. He sat down next to her on the couch; there was enough space for the both of them.

Uncertain of what to do, he laid his arm around her shoulders. Comforting her. When his fingers touched her, she dropped her head into her hands. He heard her sobbing, struggling to keep up her façade. He knew that the real tears would come when she was finely alone.

Special thanks to Random Dice for beta-reading!