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What happened last chapter:
Yes, today was going to be a very long day.
I heard the bell ring, signalling next class. I got up, staying here was pathetic in the extreme, and besides, I did feel fine now. Or as close to fine as I could possibly get.
But as I walked out the bathroom, I remembered Edward. He had seen Alice's mind, seen that I would fall and shed blood. He knew it was going to happen. I saw Bella's memories again. Him holding her, suspending her lightly, his vampire strength enabling to lift her with ease.
He had seen me fall.
And yet he had not saved me.
Suddenly in that instant; I knew I was alone.
The Crimson Stains.
So far, the day had not been great. And yes, that was an understatement.
I'd managed to attract one hell of a lot of attention, just by walking to my next class, History. Then, I tried to work quietly, to distract the attention from myself, the glances, whispers and comments. It did not work. I heard people talk, and it did not take much to figure out the subject of their gossip. Me. Everyone now, was wondering if I had an illness, I couldn't really blame them, after all, I'd already fainted twice in the space of one week. My thoughts were subdued and black. I could not feel anything towards trivial things like that at the moment, Bella again, rose to the surface of my mind.
My feelings towards Bella were odd. For one thing, my first feeling towards her was not resentment, like it should have been. I was, not intimidated, but scared. It was an irrational feeling to feel, and my reasons were just as irrational. I knew Bella's past, her every emotion and thought, was still locked up in my head. I knew about her feelings towards Jacob, her secret that she couldn't reveal, so in most senses, she should be the intimidated one. Except for the fact, that no-one knew my own secret. No, the reason why I was scared of Bella was simple: I had secrets of my own, ones that she could never find out about. If I, for instance, confronted her about Jacob, I would have to reveal my gift in doing so. In revealing my gift, the Cullens would either flee from me, or stay. But the risk was too high to put that to test.
The real reason I was scared was because of Edward. He loved Bella, more than she could possibly imagine, I saw the way he walked around her. Always ready to save, to protect from anything that would cause her unhappiness. I fitted into that category. But if Edward found out about Jacob. The werewolf, to whom Bella loved, he would crumple. I could not let Edward be unhappy, him suffer because of Bella. Again, why was I not feeling resentment towards her? For loving Jacob and hurting Edward? Why, because I had seen her past. Seen her struggles and turmoil. None of this was Bella's fault. If anything, it was my own. For being born with a gift, for wanting to see Bella's past. Yes, everything was my fault.
I stood up. The bell had just rang. I'd only realised it was time to go, when others started standing up. It was still only second lesson, time today was stuck, taking forever to move. I knew I had Maths next, and my stomach clenched uncomfortably at the thought.
Edward.
How would he react to seeing me? I knew there was no doubt in the fact that he had seen me- in Alice's vision- fall, shed blood. Would he be disgusted? Surprised and angry that I hadn't gone home? Worried for his family, and their control? I knew he didn't like me. How stupid was I to even think for one second that he liked me. Edward wanted Bella to be safe, that much was certain, my safety wouldn't have crossed his mind for an instant.
I walked into Maths, looking at the floor. I did not want to see his face. I knew that it alone would raise my pulse, send my heart flying, my oversensitive emotions would give me away. I could not let that happen. I sat down and looked up. He hadn't arrived yet, a let out a small sigh. He'd probably gone home with the rest of his family, after my little incident.
Maths was simple; as always. I wrote and drew the numbers stubbornly looking down at my work, but my heart wasn't in it. It couldn't be, for one thing: it was Maths, so I really didn't mind if I didn't concentrate. And for another: my mind was far to preoccupied by other things to worry about my work. Namely, Edward. I ran through what happened earlier in my head. He'd been talking to me, joking, he complimented me. Then there was Alice, urgently standing at the door, her face full of sincerity. Edward had looked from me, to Alice and decided. To let me fall. Then well, Mike Newton had fallen on me, causing me to bleed, causing me to see my blood. Causing me to faint and in doing so, causing me to be the main topic of practically everyone in the whole school. Great.
Fifteen minutes had passed, and again the hour seemed so long; unlike Physics, which had passed by with ease. Dimly I looked up from my work, it was the first time I had done so, all lesson, not wanting to see the stares. Thankfully, Maths, it seemed was now on most people's minds, rather than my health. I had finished my work, an so began to doodle, absentmindedly on the side of my maths book. I drew the scene I had visited earlier- no one would think that the decorative swirls and patterns belonged to a meadow, it was filled with darkness though, no light this time illuminated the path.
With a jolt, I snapped out of drawing, someone was at the door.
It didn't take a genius to work out who.
"And, what do you think your doing this late Mr Cullen?" Asked Mr Varner(for some reason, Mr Banner wasn't teaching Maths today,) his eyes resting on what I could only presume was Edward's glorious figure, I couldn't look at him myself.
"Just trying to make an entrance." I heard him say casually, not swayed by the teacher's comments. A ripple of giggles went around the class at Edward's response. Mr Varner added quickly, his tone evermore impatient.
"Enough. Mr Cullen, kindly sit down and do your work."
"Why of course sir." The innocence thick in his musical voice. I didn't hear his approach, which was why I jumped ever so slightly when he drew the chair out next to mine.
"Hello, Lucie." he whispered, and I gave up. Lifting my head, making sure my hair obscured a lot of my face, and soon to be blush, I looked up. He was the same as always, his eyes a burning golden, his hair bronze and tousled, but still, I couldn't help noticing the difference in him.
"Edward, what's wrong?" I managed to ask when I'd regained the ability to talk, quoting him from earlier. He didn't avert his gaze from mine, and again, I saw something in his eyes. Was is it remorse? Guilt? And if so, what for? I had too many questions in my head, I didn't realise he hadn't answered. He gave me a rueful smile, before inclining his head towards my work.
"Finished I presume?" he asked, starting to write himself.
"Surprised?" I questioned, I couldn't help talking to him. Ignoring him was impossible, whereas speaking was instinctive.
"Funnily enough, no." he replied in a dry tone. His work was practically complete, his hand writing far neater than my own. Was it a vampire trait? Could all vampires write so neatly, especially male ones? But again, my mind was full of trivial, pointless questions. I hadn't replied, I was now staring down at my own handwriting, suddenly ashamed by its messiness.
Abruptly, I felt his breath as he leaned over me, examine my drawing I'd done previously. I'd forgotten it was there. I looked up, scared, he couldn't know what it was, if he did, all would be chaos. But his eyes remained impassive, like before, still tinged with guilt. I couldn't take much more, his face, normally so alive with emotion, almost looked dead.
"Edward, please, what's wrong?" My voice trembled slightly, and at this Edward seemed to realise something, it only took him a moment to reply.
"I'm sorry Lucie, about earlier." he looked down, his shoulders hunched in a rueful stance, his eyes cast downwards. Sorry?
"Why?" I asked, not being able to utter another word as he looked up, his gaze once more hitting my eyes, preventing me from looking anywhere else.
"I heard about you f-" I stopped him, knowing what he was getting at. Sympathy. Stupid sympathy, for me being hurt. Sympathy I didn't need or deserve.
"Edward, don't worry, and please don't go on about it, I'm getting sick of people asking if I have a terminal illness." I said, and luckily his eyes had lost most of the initial guilt, now replaced by humour,
"Terminal illness?" he questioned, amused, his eyebrow, just one of them rising, I forgot his question and stared stubbornly at it. Why couldn't I do that! His chuckle made me realise I hadn't answered his question, I felt my face redden, but again, I forgot to stop looking at the perfectly arched eyebrow.
"Lucie? Erm- do you mind telling me why your looking at my eyebrow?" he asked, again his voice amused. I couldn't stop the blush now, I looked down furiously at my finished work, glad for the waterfall of blonde hair that protected his eyes from my now red face.
"Nothing, I've just always wanted to that, eyebrow thing…" I muttered, mainly to myself, Edward's laughter broke the silence.
"Sorry, I'll stop doing it, if it annoys you?"
"Please." I said, unable to prevent my small smile.
"You still didn't answer my question." Edward mused, I could feel his gaze on me, even though I couldn't see him. I decided to reply. This at least, was a conversation that avoided anything regarding Bella, that had to be good.
"Which one?" I asked, hoping it was the latter of the two.
"The one regarding you fainting." He said, all amusement gone from his voice. He was worried about me. So why did I now feel worse because of it? "Look Lucie, I know you don't want to hear this, but I am sorry. Alice needed me, I had to go to her," Lie. I thought to myself, you saw me fall. "If I hadn't gone, none of that would have happened."
Correction: if you had been there, either Mike would have probably had a worse accident, or the same would have happened, causing you to be in immense pain as you tried to stop drinking the blood that poured out of my arm. I thought silently. I was right though, Edward had only left to stop himself hurting me. I felt so naïve and ignorant for thinking so trivially about him not saving me. He had done what was best, no-one could deny that.
"So yes, I'm sorry Lucie, also, you sure your okay now, I mean, Alice would be more than happy to-" I cut across him at this, having just realised why he had left me previously. It made me happy to think he didn't hate me, again though, his voice was sincere. Too sincere. A sincerity that Bella would surely disapprove of. No, I couldn't think of her now.
"Edward, we both know that been looked after by Alice would be far more painful than surviving a day at school." I said, finally looking up. Relived that the pain and guilt had left his bottomless eyes. Though this was a but distracting, now-without him looking sad- my eyes stayed put, unwilling to move from his beauty.
"True." Edward muttered, he looked up at the time, and was it just me, or did he look sad about it? He began packing up his bags, and, as if on cue, the bell rang, signifying lunch. The thought of lunch made me feel sick. And that was not due to the prospect of food. I didn't want to go to lunch because there I would not only be confronted by Jessica and Lauren, who were sure to torment me in the extreme. But also, the Cullens would sit across the hall from me, not knowing how much of me desired to sit with them. A desire that would never, could never be revealed, not without disastrous consequences. Consequences, that I would not allow to happen. I just had to keep the truth safe, at all costs.
As I walked across the cafeteria I felt my heart sink slightly. Angela was not at our usual table, she was evidently doing extra work in the library, I sighed sadly, thinking of where to sit. Anywhere was better than the table with Angela and Jessica.
However, as I made to sit down, I heard a voice behind me.
There was no mistaking that voice.
"Lucie?" Edward's voice asked, I turned quickly, half tripping in doing so. Edward caught me, steadying me again.
"Thanks." I mumbled, unsure of why he'd called my name. he just smiled like he'd done in Physics, as if catching people tripping was a day-to-day-occurrence. But, then again, he was with Bella. The thought of her made me whip my head round anxiously, but once again, my thoughts were cut off short.
" Lucie, do you want to eat lunch with me today?" He asked fluidly, his voice, ever polite. I didn't know what to say. What? Eat lunch with me? Why? Bella rose to my mind again, and in response my eyes flashed to the Cullen's normal table. Edward chuckled slightly at me and added in response to my un-asked question. "My family have gone out, something to do with Alice and her emergency shopping trips." he muttered amused. "It appears not even school can get in between Alice and her shopping."
"Now why does that not surprise me?" I muttered to myself, but Edward laughed all the same.
"Shall we?" he asked, inclining his head towards the lunch queue, I'd forgotten that we were still standing in the middle of the cafeteria. I mumbled a 'yes.' and we reached the busy queue. I hesitated, I had no money on me. Normally I skipped lunch, food was only something I ate to stop people getting worried, I wasn't normally very hungry.
Edward noticed my abrupt stop and looked down at me, his left eyebrow raising questionably. I scowled at him in response to his 'eyebrow-skills-that-I-didn't-possess' and he grinned and raised the other. Then I was reminded about my problem.
"I'm not hungry." I blurted out, but my stomach betrayed me, I felt myself go red at the sound, but Edward merely shook his head before saying lightly.
"You really are a terrible liar Lucie." he started piling food onto a tray, and it was then that I remembered he didn't eat.
"Edward, stop; that's loads." I muttered, he just sighed slightly and paid for the food, I made a mental note to give him money tomorrow. We sat down at his usual spot, and I felt oddly uncomfortable. This was Bella's seat, not my own. I picked up a pear curiously, I actually didn't feel hungry- despite what my annoying stomach sounded like.
Suddenly, I was aware of Edward's eyes on me, I looked up, inquisitive to find him staring at me.
"Lucie, have you ever really seen your eyes closely." He asked. Was he talking about them again? I mean, I already hated my eyes, but I didn't need to be reminded of them again. He saw my face, and just like before, rushed to explain. "It's not a bad thing Lucie, it's a compliment, they're stunning; and have so many different colours."
Had he really just referred to my eyes as stunning? I felt silly not talking, and so tried to add something to the conversation- even if the topic was my eyes.
"Thanks, I don't like them personally, my pupils are always dilated for some reason as well, I'm not sure why." I had no idea why I'd just told him this. Everything just seemed so natural around him, I couldn't help telling him my secrets. I had to be more careful.
Nevertheless, he looked surprised at this news, and peered deeply into my eyes again, I felt my self blush. I really wish he'd quit the whole staring thing, with him around I was almost always constantly red in the face, not that I objected to his company.
"Belladonna" he whispered. What? Bella?
"Nope, I'm Lucie…" I mumbled, embarrassed. He chuckled slightly and shook his head.
"Not Bella, Belladonna, it's a drug from a plant." he stated coolly, leaning back on his chair.
"Right." I said, utterly bemused, a drug from a plant, wow, fascinating…
Edward saw my expression and smiled, before continuing.
"It's the Italian for deadly nightshade, and-" but I cut him off, so that's what he meant, I knew what deadly nightshade was, it was the small purple flower that held the drug, which I now knew was called: Belladonna. This was used long ago to make young lady's eyes diluted, as apparently it made them look more beautiful. They were my mother's words. She had told me that.
"Yeah, I know what that is, I get it now." I said smiling, Edward smiled back, and then stared pointedly back at me, his face scrutinising.
"Your not eating." he stated.
"I know, I'm not hungry." I countered.
"You need to eat." he stated again, his eyes told me I was not going to win the argument. I disagreed.
"As do you." I said smiling, well aware of his diet. He grimaced at this, yet there was no defeat in his eyes.
"Eat Lucie." he said, and I complied, I did feel a little bit more hungry now, I set aside the pair and bit into a chicken sandwich that he had bought, ok, I was quite hungry after all.
Lunch passed quickly with Edward, he talked politely the whole way through, I even laughed at one point, something I hadn't done properly in a long time. Edward kept asking me questions; which I answered as truthfully as I could. I empathised with him, I mean, not being able to hear people's minds…it frustrates me too.
***
After lunch the day passed reasonably easily. Whether that was due to Edward, or Bella's
disappearance I did not know. I found myself bored mainly, throughout the rest of the day. My distractions had run out, and by time it was fifth lesson, I was glad the day was drawing to a close.
I walked into Art with a submissive mind, I knew I would give in to anything if people asked me to do something. I walked to the table to where I worked, paired with Angela. This work was an assessed piece, and so the whole class remained silent. I was glad for this. I wasn't really in the mood for communicating with people. Or, for that matter, assuring people that I was okay, for umpteenth time.
I found my painting where I'd left it. Behind the green lockers, unseen. Picking it up and taking it back to my spot, I steadily started to continue the picture, but I couldn't ignore the nagging sensation on my mind.
It's not right.
My mind was correct, as I looked at my painting of the meadow with Edward, I realised that it wasn't right at all. The meadow in my painting looked far too dull in comparison to the real thing, I simply could not ignore this factor. I was scowling down at the picture and felt Miss Taft- the Art teacher- behind me, breathing down my neck. For the second time, I was glad it was a test. Her talk really was strenuous on the ears.
I did try to draw him, his smooth lines and pale features, as much as I tried to draw the meadow. But I couldn't, not with knowing what it really looked like. It just looked too pathetic to even improve on. And again, there was that terrible emotion inside me, mounting with each look I took at the picture. Desire. I fought it down, it could not re-surface again. Remember what happened last time. I thought. Yes, It definitely could not rise again. Last time I'd run to the meadow in the middle of the night, reached it and then ran back again. I didn't know what happened clearly, the event still felt hazy in my mind. Like a dream.
But I decided something as I got into my car. The desire had not subsided, and it was burning me, I needed to get to the meadow. I didn't take the normal route back, I swerved quickly on the road, and stopped outside the forest, to where my destination lay. Dropping my school bag on my seat and just grabbing a sketchpad and pencil, I opened the door, the desire once again fuelling me, spurring me forward.
I Ran to the meadow, I had to get there, my head hurt, I needed to feel free once more. To empty my thoughts. My sketch pad, tucked firmly under my arm. This would be the only place where I could finally unwind, my feelings expressed through drawing, ridding my body of a mixture between guilt, self loathing, sadness, and of course: the terrible desire.
Most of the snow had thawed, I noted, as I ran through the dense forest. Yet there were still patches left untouched, standing out brightly amongst the thick green. A mist hung low on the air, I slowed down to a walk, a stitch forming in my side. My tracks from the morning had vanished along with the snow, and I was both grateful and worried because of this. Grateful because no-one would know of my visits to the place. Worried, in case I couldn't find it again.
But somehow, I knew the way. It was not like before, when my limbs had moved without my will, pulling me along. No, now I had complete control, and yet, it was as if I was being pulled towards the place. Lured, something in me just knew I was going the right way. After all, I couldn't get too lost, in theory I'd been to this place many times. Albeit through Bella's memories, but that still counted, didn't it? The only problem was, I couldn't tell If I was making any progress. All the trees were identical, along with the dense undergrowth beneath them. The moss was still damp beneath my feet, my new shoes Alice had bought me were now coated in mud. Ah well, no doubt Alice would soon find another for me, in fact, she would relish the opportunity, I sighed slightly at the thought of this weekend, to which I had promised Alice yet anothershopping trip. That, would be interesting (if you liked to be tortured…)
I was close now; I could tell. I saw a light ahead, and I knew I was near, next second, I was through into the clearing, into the meadow. It was beautiful, exquisitely positioned, hidden away in the forest, with a ray of light shining down, illuminating the place. Snow still lay quite thick at the bottom of the trees surrounding the place, whereas only a thin blanket dusted the grass. The mist around me lifted in quick lithe ribbons, dancing around the meadow. I simply could not bare to ruin its perfection, but I needed to draw, I had to express my feelings. So I carefully walked around the clearing, to a small spot, it was a patch of untouched grass, a little way from the meadow, the perfect place to see and yet not be seen. Here I could stay unnoticed and safe.
I lowered the sketch pad slowly to my lap as I took out my pencil placed it on the paper and began to draw.
I forgot all else around me; the birds' song was silenced, along with the flow of the river, all I could concentrate on was the drawing, steadily devouring me into its perfect world. My hand was moving slowly, elegantly. The only time I could ever be considered as elegant was when I drew, the way my hand moved, swiftly drawing swirls and curves. It was the only time I could unwind, be free.
My picture was of the meadow, I simply could not ignore it's presence. However It was different from the one I had drawn in Art, brighter, and more complete. Yet just as complex and enthralling. As I drew the person on my mind, the desire to see him gripped me, but I ignored it, completely away in my small unspoiled world. Time passed, yet I felt no change.
Edward's figure stood out, lean and powerful; showing grace even without movement. Steadily I drew the smooth outlines of his shoulders; the hard line of his mouth framed by full lips; the incongruously sincerity of his eyes and the knowledge behind them.
I was so engrossed, so encapsulated within the picture, near to completion, that when a movement flashed in my peripheral vision- at first I did not react, my brain not registering the disturbance. That was until I heard the voice.
"We're here." it shattered the silence, leaving me paralysed where I sat, the note pad, with my drawing of the person who had just spoken, fell to the floor.
I looked towards the voice and sure enough, there in the centre of the meadow was Edward, Bella clinging to his lean body, holding onto his back. Edward swivelled around so quickly-a move he would never do in public due to the inhuman speed- and faced Bella, his eyes full of contentment. He gently placed her on the snow-lined earth and pulled her towards him, cupping her face in his hands. For a long moment they just stood there, staring into each other's eyes, both gazes intensely filled with passion. The love made me feel sick, I couldn't move, terrified the slightest sound would give away my position.
"At last." breathed Bella, stroking Edward's face, he shivered slightly at her warm touch and she smiled. Then she sighed, and Edward's face changed into worry, "Today was long." she stated, at this Edward's face eased up. He began playing with one of her auburn strands of hair, I could notice small red streaks with the light shining down.
"I know what you mean." Edward whispered, gently lowering her to the floor, she crawled into his lap, her face troubled. "Bella, love? What's wrong?" again, the worry was evident through his melodic voice, he couldn't stand to see her in pain. Bella's face did not change, she seemed to be deciding something, her expression remaining unsettled. She did not attempt to change it.
"It's, well…" Bella trailed off, and I saw the look in her chocolate brown eyes. Doubt. I knew exactly why Bella's face was troubled, her feelings were portrayed too easily. Edward did not interrupt or cut across her however, merely waited patiently for an answer, his arms tightening around her body, protectively. "To tell you the truth, I'm worried about the exams." Bella grimaced, and I scowled in the concealment of bushes, to which I was situated. She was lying. I knew exactly why she'd just grimaced, why her expression was troubled. She was in love with two people; each ready to kill the other; neither knowing that their love's heart was shared between them. Bella was in love with Jacob. She could not live without him, just as much as she could not live without Edward. She couldn't choose between them; between fire and ice.
But Edward misunderstood the grimace, he lapped up the lie.
"Don't worry Bella, my love, I can help you study for it, we can stay up all night if that's what you want." He crooned her, as she placed her head to his chest a smile on her lips.
"Thank you Edward." she murmured into his chest-listening to the non beating heart- she was speaking so quietly yet I could still hear, my every sense had intensified since his voice had spoken. And then Edward prised her small face from his chest, looked down at her through his golden eyes and whispered into her ear.
"My pleasure."
Bella looked at him, then folded her arms around his neck as her lips met his. His hands knotted in her hair as Bella rolled on top of him, after several long moments- moments in which I was holding my breath, scared that it alone would penetrate the silence. Edward broke apart, smiling affectionately as he saw Bella's scowl of disapproval.
"I wasn't quite finished." Muttered Bella, still staring at him.
"Nor I." said Edward smiling crookedly. If I were Bella, my breathing would have stopped completely. But I was not. Bella pouted slightly as Edward murmured to her, his voice melodic, perfect. "Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again." he quoted Shakespeare, as Bella snorted delicately, once they were finished, Bella said something roughly, out of breath.
"You kiss by th'book." She said lightly as she smiled, spreading a grin onto Edward's perfect face. She lay against him, hugging him closely, and once more he cradled her, as if she were to break any moment. Talking fluidly his musical voice, so soothing and filled with the uttermost love.
"Bella, you are the only person who has ever touched my heart, I have only loved you. I shall never cease to, you are my one and only love, I shall love you for eternity." Bella didn't respond, merely sighing against his muscular chest. Leaving a silence. She, I knew, could not say the same for him. She loved another. The werewolf: Jacob Black, she loved him as much as Edward.
And in that instant it was all too much. My rage at Bella for not loving Edward as much as he deserved, rose up inside me like a turbulent black wave, ready to stop all in its path. But It was mingled with my own heartbreak. I couldn't help it. As it was no anger flew out of me, only my sadness was portrayed.
A single tear escaped, and ran down my cheek.
It fell down and hit a dry leaf on the earth, where several more followed suit.
And that was all it took.
Edward's and Bella's heads both turned to my direction. Bella saw the dense thicket to which I was behind. But Edward, he looked straight at me. Examining my face, his own of utter disbelief. Bella looked from Edward to where I was, she still hadn't seen me.
"Edward, what is it!" she said audibly, too loud, I thought, for the quietness of the meadow. Edward didn't respond, he just kept staring at me, I couldn't move. It was as if iron anchors were firmly holding me where I sat, unable to escape, leaving me terrified.
Suddenly Bella stood up, and marched towards where I was, Edward made a movement to stop her, but Bella brushed his hand away impatiently, where it swayed at his side. She was pushing through the ferns now, ever closer. Then she moved away the last branch and stared at me.
Her face flickered through a dozen emotions, from: shock; to disbelief like Edward's; to hatred and then it settled on pure and utter loathing.
"You!" she spat, her teeth clenched, snarling. Edward still hadn't composed his features, he stood still in the clearing of the meadow, his face distant, as if trying to remember. But my eyes could not be averted from Bella's now livid ones, I couldn't reply, I'd forgotten how to move my lips.
"Were. You. Spying on us?!" Bella said, her voice deadly, filled with angst and spite. I managed to choke out one word, stuttering, scared for myself, despite the fact that Bella was probably weaker than myself.
What if they leave? The thought echoed in my head.
"N-no!" I was still sitting there, suddenly I remembered my drawing of Edward, the shape of his lean figure, my eyes betrayed me, flickering slightly to the discarded sketchpad, now in a pile of thawing snow. Bella's gaze followed my own.
She snatched it up, I couldn't even attempt to stop her, if felt like my arms were lead weights at my side.
As soon as Bella retrieved the sketchpad, her eyes seemed to darken in vehemence as she scanned the drawing, of the perfect vampire standing behind her, who still hadn't moved.
"Liar." she whispered, deadly softly. It was the sound of bottle opening, ready to unleash its contents, which were, in Bella's case, full of wrath. Her hands shook slightly as she continued staring at the picture. Then she looked from my eyes to Edward's figure and back again before letting out a low sound, close to a growl.
I stood up, aware of how vulnerable I felt sitting pathetically on the floor. The moment I was on my feet Bella shrieked at me, sending the sketchpad flying to where Edward stood, still frozen.
"You drew him!" she hissed, furiously, whilst I just stood there. My mind screaming at me.
What have you done?
"First you stalk him, then you spy on him and now you draw him?!" She continued to snarl at me, her face contorted in rage. "Can't you remember what I even told you?" she was still spitting at me, the anger radiating off her in waves. My head felt dizzy again, and I hoped to god I wouldn't faint. Still, I realised, she was screaming at me. I tried to concentrate on her words however harsh they might be. "You FREAK!" I felt like I should say something. Bella's face was red from screaming at me, she was out of breath.
But then again, so was I.
"I-I, no, I didn't-" but her words had struck home. Yes, Bella was the only real one who saw me for what I really was: a freak. She cut across me again, still trembling in anger.
"Stay away from my family." she accented the 'my', showing possession, telling me that I was no part in it.
I tried to reply again, but the words got stuck in my mouth, my tongue seemed to have curled in on itself, preventing speech, I was finding it hard to even breathe, I was reminded suddenly that my head felt dizzy again.
Bella took one last glare at me, one of disgust and hatred before she let her anger out.
She slapped me. Fully across the cheek, her nails piercing my skin.
And I, reacted instinctively, just like my mother had done, all those years ago.
I punched Bella, straight in the face.
After that, every thing was pressed onto high speed. I looked at my hand in horror, not believing what I'd just done, Bella had regained her balance and stood there staring at me, her face white. And then I turned. I saw him.
Edward seemed to have broken out of his stupor, he was staring at me. White fury burning through his golden eyes. Fire. His eyes darted from me to Bella-still cradling her head in her arms- before resting back on me. His gaze was unmistakeable: utter rage.
The next happened, in less than a heartbeat.
I saw Edward hurtle himself towards me.
I felt myself flying through the air, whipping my hair out of my face.
And then the absolute agony hit.
I collided with a tree trunk, I heard it snap in half.
I slumped against it, hitting the hard earth.
I felt my vision swim before me. Bella was staring at me; her anger had vanished, replaced by fear. Edward was looking at me; his eyes still golden, a look of immense shock and pain on his face. He stared at my side, and I followed his gaze.
My side was coated in blood, the smell made my head swim; rust, salt, iron.
My eyes drifted to the ground below me, as my head lolled to the side, I saw the white snow at my feet, steadily becoming stained with crimson. My blood oozed into the snow. I couldn't breathe, the impact had knocked all breath out of me, all but one. I used it, staring straight into his face, forgetting all else.
"Edward." I choked.
Then: darkness.
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Dun dun dunnnnn!!!!
Yeah, so what do you think?
Personally, I liked that one, I had a dream about the bit in the meadow, I was Lucie in the dream.(I have weird sleeping things; sleep talking, walking, you know) It was so vivid I woke up, my back was arched, and my muscles still tensed, like I'd just hit a tree. I was convinced I had blood around me. Yeah, scary…
But what did YOU think? Please review, I need the reviews, this one was hard to write, even though I knew so much about it. And it's nice and long, so please review, PLEASE!
Please, Por favor, S'il vous plaît, Bitte, Merker-bani seh, Gjörð svo vel að!
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So yeah: please REVIEW!
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