Hey!
Ok first of all I apologise… massively, this is a very late update, so I'm really sorry! I had lots of time off school because of the snow, and when I got back, I had tonnes of work to catch up on, not to mention numerous tests, also I couldn't access the Internet, therefore I couldn't respond to reviews! Ok, I know it's a pathetic excuse but it is true!
Thank you all for reviewing, I was really taken aback by the number :175! It made me really happy! This chapter was originally very long, and it kept switching between Edward's and Lucie's perspective, but in the end it was simply too long, and a bit confusing, so I've had to split it into two chapters. Please review this chapter, it's all from Edward's perspective, so it might not be too good, I've never written an Edward POV before. Feedback is greatly appreciated, so thanks to everyone who has done that in the past!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Twilight, is that clear by now?
I've also added a little snippet from Edward's first thoughts of Lucie, it's basically a drabble, but I couldn't just leave it out! Anyway it might help slightly in understanding this chapter, so here it is:
Edward's POV (- his view of the chapter'Curiosity Killed The Cat?' from when he first saw Lucie, in Physics.)
My day so far, had been dull. There were not many other words to describe how I was feeling, the lead aching sensation that appeared, it happened whenever Bella was out of my sight. I was in Physics, at the back of the class gazing out the window, my mind completely and utterly focused on her.
She'd been acting odd lately and again the feeling of uselessness overpowered me. I simply could not penetrate her mind, what would I give to hear her thoughts? But, I supposed if it made her happy my suffering was worth it.
She had looked so beautiful today, when I had taken her to school, her auburn hair falling past her shoulders, that cream top, matching her skin, the blush rising to her face whenever I looked at her…
But, now it was Physics. A subject in which I was far more superior to the teacher- Mr Banner, who was at this particular moment in time, aphetically writing the date, and doing his lecture in one low monotone.
If I could sleep, now would be the ideal place. A subject in which I knew far too much, a teacher who probably wouldn't notice me and his voice could probably send me to sleep in an instant.
If I was human.
But the fact of the matter was, I was not human. I was a vampire. A cold blooded killer, destined to destroy, destined to kill. Even now I felt the desire grip me, twist me internally, make my throat ache. Blood. An eternal desire that would grip me, forever.
That's why I needed Bella. She alone was a perfect distraction, around her I could forget about myself, simply concentrate on the most important thing in my life: her.
Suddenly I heard footsteps, quick anxious ones, approach the classroom.
A girl appeared at the door way, wearing a midnight blue short top that clung to her petit figure. An odd attire, considering the weather. Golden hair, fell loosely down past her shoulders, which were alabaster pale. She caught my attention- which was a rare occurrence for one like myself- but I didn't know why?
Several people had started to notice her now, the thoughts ran through my head, fast and quick, it was a buzzing sound, like a trapped bee.
Who's she?
What's she doing here?
Woah - nice!
Ha she's late, stupid girl, ugh, Mike's looking at her, honestly she's not that pretty! Bet she's wearing loads of makeup, people don't naturally look that pale unless, you're a Cullen, oooh…
Jessica Stanley's thoughts stood out the most her banter being one of the most annoying ones in the school. I didn't try to listen to her thoughts though, which were once again becoming incoherent, a regular incidence when it came to her thinking about my family. She already didn't like the girl, she'd had this very same reaction to Bella, all that time ago.
But the girl just stood there. Dead still. A giggle erupted from Lauren's seat, she was just as jealous as Jessica.
And suddenly I realised why she was different, why she'd captured my attention. I stared at her, and sure enough I was correct.
I couldn't read her mind.
I sat there for a second, regaining my thoughts.
What was happening to me? I could read everyone's thoughts, aside from Bella's and I knew why now, what with Aro's speculations. But there the girl stood, frail, anxious, embarrassed and upset. I could tell her emotions, they were evident on her face, much like Bella's.
The girl was getting red now, embarrassed by the attention- Mr Banner hadn't noticed her arrival, she let out a small cough, evidently trying to get his attention, but it didn't work. Eric sneezed, easing some of the tension and drawing some eyes away from the girl. Mine however, didn't budge.
The girl looked upset now, and an overwhelming feeling fell over me, she was unhappy, almost distraught. I had to stop that. Besides, maybe if she looked at me, I might be able to hear her.
"Mr Banner, I think we've got a new student." I said, resuming my usual slouch on the chair, she looked at me then, her eyes locked on mine.
They were wide with embarrassment, so different from Bella's and yet just as captivating. Almond shaped with a thick frame of long eyelashes, so unlike most girls in the fact that they were abundant of mascara, or any makeup for that matter. At first I thought they were green, two emeralds lustrous and full of mystery. but as I looked closer I noticed the caramel tint around the emerald. They were hazel.
But…
Nothing.
She didn't seem to want to look away, her eyes were still boring into mine, filled with unmistakable curiosity. A blush rose to the surface of her cheeks.
"Ah, yes!" Mr Banner turned, looking at her.
The new student, hmm, she doesn't look very intelligent, maybe she's in the wrong group. Mrs Cope probably miss-read her previous records.
Not very intelligent? On the contrary, for some reason, I knew she was the opposite, even if I couldn't read her thoughts, her intelligence was clear, just through her eyes, so lustrous and complex.
"Are you Luciana Raven?" asked Mr Banner, his mind was scanning her figure, and deciding where to put her.
Her reaction to this was odd.
I watched her face, she portrayed a sign of annoyance and her eyes seemed a little bit greener, if that was at all possible. She was then ordered to sit next Ben Cheney, and I felt disappointment fill up inside me. She walked slowly to her seat, content it seemed on not tripping up, just like Bella, frail and impenetrable.
Stop making comparisons, my mind shouted.
Ok, yeah, I said it was short! But I don't want to write too much about Edward's perspective unless you people out there like it! But hey, back to the actual chapter:
(This extract is taken from when Lucie left from arguing with Edward- I've added it in as people requested an Edward POV, plus the questions regarding whether the Cullens had heard Bella and Lucie's argument whilst Alice was stopping Edward from escaping. This hopefully should answer those questions better than just "No they didn't hear." It shows why, anyway enough babble from me, here it is!)
The Glimpse Of A Complex Mind
Edward's POV:
Her fragrance lingered in the room, an ethereal reminder of her presence. Apple blossom mixed with that terrible scent. The one that I, the killer, craved: blood. It shocked me then to realise how much I wanted hers, Bella was the only person I'd ever known whose blood could be so tempting. I felt sickened to know that she was not the only one I was drawn to. I left the room fast, sped to my own. Where I slammed the door in aggravation.
My emotions were going haywire. I was confused, in the extreme. I tried to think of something, anything, but her. Erratic thoughts continued to swirl around my head, I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration, trying to erase her from my memory. Yet my attempts were abortive: futile. Her pale face just wouldn't leave my mind, the way her subtle hair fell from her small face. Lucie; with her delicate body and determined mind. A mind, that not even I could reach. That alone infuriated me, what I would give to hear her and Bella's thoughts? Bella's I was used to by now, but Lucie's was not. Again I felt useless, I needed to match her mind, to her voice. I could still see her eyes; furious, a brilliant shade of emerald green. It was almost as if they got greener when she was angry. She'd hit me. A felt a small smile form on my lips. Her irritation amused me, the way she'd assumed that hitting me would cause any pain. I couldn't help but grimace as I thought about the bruise that had almost certainly formed on her hand.
I'd come back from my mornings hunting trip. I knew hunting would be a good way to calm down, when I was hunting, my senses took control, leaving no room for thought. I relished that time, in which I could forget, only concentrate on my prey. It was the closest thing, I supposed, to sleep.
But when I'd come back, she was there. The very reason why I had gone hunting was because of her. Because of what I had done. Her face had looked peaceful when I'd encountered her, awed by the forest, surrounding our home. She had looked so composed, so content. That was, of course, until she saw me.
She changed instantly, her stance became rigid, her eyes lost some of their caramel tinting. She looked afraid. I remembered my words as I spoke them to her, in an attempt to break the silence that had formed. I breathed then, and the pain in my throat ached. I'd just hunted, but the desire for her blood was almost overwhelming. It was sweet and potent, second only to Bella's. I concentrated on her other smell, just as pleasant, but not in the food way. I wondered absently what she smelt of, deciding that it was an unusual, but oddly fitting, mixture between apple blossom and the fresh pollen of Lilies. Her scent suited her, it seemed so innocent and pure.
"I didn't expect you to be here." My voice had come out hard, frostier than I would have liked. Though this was probably better, as with a stab I thought about how I'd acted, not but the night before. I knew she must hate me.
Though her reply was what hurt me. The way her voice was just as sharp and icy, hatred evident in her tone. I knew I should have expected as much, all things considered, but still. She'd looked down after she'd stated why she was here. Because of Alice, and I couldn't help but feel disappointed, but why, I wasn't sure. I'd apologised to her. My voice again, lacked emotion, it sounded false, but I could not portray how I felt. I didn't know what I felt towards her. That scared me, more than anything.
Eventually though, her indifference had annoyed me. I lashed out at her, asking what was wrong with her. Her reaction had made me instantly regret it. She'd looked livid, furious at what I'd said, though it was the way she'd replied that was haunting. The dead edge to her words, making them sound dark and sinister.
"Many things Edward." I knew I'd hurt her, and felt horrid in doing so. That was twice now, twice that I had hurt her. I couldn't afford to let it happen again. I'd whispered my next question afraid of her answer. It was a thought that tumbled through my lips, I never meant her to hear it. I asked her why she hated me. But her reply had been so unexpected.
She'd fought back, ever getting more impatient and cross, and it dawned on me just how much she disliked me, my responses had been cold and callous. They did not show, or give anything away, about how I really felt.
I sighed then, and paced around my room. I had cleaned it yesterday, and now it was still in the same spotless state, not allowing me to improve it. Gently I ran my fingers against my CD collection, and wondered absently.
Did Lucie like music?
I was shocked at the thought. About why I was still thinking about her. I began pacing again. I had to get her off my mind. But then I heard Carlisle's thoughts, and they did not help the situation.
I wonder why she looks so upset about this gift of hers, it seems immensely powerful, never have I encountered something so remarkable, and yet her control over it is an odd one, she seems unable to choose whose mind to see. Hmm, yes that's an interesting theory, ah, she seems reluctant… His thoughts became incoherent towards the end, though this was typical of Carlisle, always wondering, seeking out knowledge, he was intrigued by Lucie then, by her gift.
I listened to the conversation, curious myself over her power.
Her voice sounded from the kitchen, it's fury had vanished, leaving only her soft chime of a voice.
"No, it's ok Carlisle, I suppose it is a bit like what Alice sees in reverse, except I don't just see their past, I can feel it, their every memory, emotion, thought…"
I was surprised at this, indeed her gift seemed powerful, especially for a human, I listened more intently, eager to hear her voice again.
No!
I had to stop this. I was angry at her. She hated me. As much as I hated her. But a small voice at the back of my mind mocked me.
She can't hate you very much then…
I cursed silently under my breath at my thoughts. I wasn't sure what was wrong with me today, my whole mind was confused and disorientated, I wasn't thinking straight. So I opened my window then. I did not want to hear anymore of their conversation below. I did not want to hear her voice; or more correctly, I did not want to want to hear her voice.
Lithely I jumped out in one swift motion, feeling the power of my legs propel me forward, landing by the river that separated our house from the forest. I did not need to hunt, I was still full from this morning, but I wanted to run. I didn't want to think. The trees around me blurred as I ran, faster than usual. I smelt the air, damper than this morning, a low fog clung to the tree tops, which blocked out most of the light. But as I ran, my sense of oblivion was ruined, though it had only just arrived, I heard the thoughts, and recognised the voice.
Jasper.
I ran to him, he'd gone hunting for some reason, though it was an odd time, I wondered why he'd gone alone, without Alice. By the time I reached him though, my question had been answered. His thoughts circled about the girl, the very one I'd tried to stop thinking about.
Jasper grimaced as I met him, well aware that I could read his thoughts. But it was only then that they made sense, and the realisation of what Jasper was actually feeling towards her was disturbing. He wanted her blood too much to stay within the same room as her, though his control was the weakest, I supposed, out of our clan, so it was understandable. We didn't talk, but soon Jasper left, telling me he was going to hunt, he needed to, his eyes were a shade off onyx. I wondered when he'd last fed.
I knew how he felt about her though. Lucie smelt almost as good as Bella, but to me, only her scent would cause the same desire. Bella was everything to me. Without her I was lost, and suddenly, I knew I had my cure. I could concentrate one thing alone, causing all else to be blocked out.
I would think about Bella.
The way her auburn hair fell, framing her heart shaped face, her deep eyes, filled with hidden secrets. Bella was my angel, she alone, was the soul point to my existence.
"Edward!" Alice's pealing voice floated through the trees, I heard her thoughts and my dead heart almost leaped. Bella was here. I sped through the forest to meet her, I hadn't seen Bella since last night, when I'd rushed her home, only to watch as she slept, how her face became so peaceful and angelic, when not ruled by fear.
I ran towards Alice, and blocked out her frantic thoughts, which were, for some reason, reciting a tune in French, though, try as I may, I could still hear her thoughts, they seemed to be very loud for some reason and, not to mention incredibly annoying.
Je me levé,
je me lave,
je me brosse dents!
Je m'habille,
je prends, un petit croissant!
I raised an eyebrow at her, bemused at why she was reciting a general routine in French, she just smiled mischievously in response, it was all very suspicious. Alice was definitely trying to hide something. Though we had reached the house now, Alice danced into the room, and there stood my angel. I smiled her favourite crooked smile at her, the blush slowly rising to her cream cheeks.
"Bella." I breathed, well aware of how much emotion was portrayed within the simple word. I could not avert my gaze, now a brilliant gold, for I was entranced by her eyes once more, the way her brown eyes were so unfathomable in their chocolate brown. Her cheeks became redder now as I stared, my face beseeching hers, though I broke my gaze, noticing the other person in the room. Lucie. I ignored her presence. I would not think of her anymore. Though while this happened, Alice's thoughts (the only ones I could hear in the room,) slipped, the French tune disappearing.
Yes! Bella can come shopping, I know the exact place, finally I can buy her that dress, I'll hide the price and then we can get those-
Alice's frantic thoughts were cut of short by my glare.
"Alice, that's just cruel." I stated, not changing my menacing look.
"No it's not." she trilled in her peal of a voice. I intensified my look. I wanted to be alone with Bella today, I hadn't seen her in so long. But Alice continued. "Lucie's still on recovery mode from what you did Edward, this is how you shall repay me!" I ignored the name she'd just uttered, as Alice smiled and gestured towards Bella. I was going to complain once more, but not before my angel spoke.
"Hey!" her voice sounded beautiful in its frustration, "I'm not any sort of money Alice!" I grinned widely at her response, proud at her courage, towards the now scowling Alice. She really didn't understand how many times Alice got her way. Nothing came between Alice and shopping…
"Bella!" Alice's voice had raised an octave in pitch, "You are coming, we need to get you more clothes, it's a necessity!" Bella began to splutter at this, unsure of how to respond, I cut in.
"Bella looks perfect in what she is wearing Alice." I stated coolly, telling the truth, she was wearing my favourite colour on her, a dark blue, showing off her flawless skin, cream with roses. At this though, I turned back to her, were another blush was forming, I couldn't help but smile. Even if I couldn't read her thoughts, they were often portrayed easily upon her face.
Alice cut in then, her voice becoming shriller, even higher than before.
"Bella is coming! I don't care how, you can come too Edward, but Bella shall come shopping with me today!" her voice now, was filled with command.
"Alice, if your voice rises any higher, we shall all go deaf." I said again, my voice did not waver. Bella was staying with me today.
But I looked at Lucie then. She hadn't moved once since my arrival, her fair hair was lifting slightly in the breeze through the open window. But she was not looking at me, nor Bella or Alice. She was simply staring into the distance, a remote look in her almond eyes. They were not the brilliant shade of green they had been before, now, they had returned to their usual hazel, the caramel brown framing the subtle green in her irises. Her pupils still larger than usual. And then, I did not know what washed over me, because I felt sorry for her-despite my angst- she was detached from the conversation, and I noticed something about her expression. Her neat eyebrows were furrowing in thought.
But then I was brought back to the discussion of 'the shopping', because of Bella's voice, seeming to shatter all around in its beauty.
"I will only come if I take Edward with me." Her tone was final, stubborn. I smiled widely at her, but was distracted slightly by her face, again, the troubled look was in her eyes. How I begged to know her thoughts. Why was she forever troubled these days? What was causing her so much discomfort?
And then Alice said something that made me instantly afraid.
"Good, Edward really does need some new clothes!"
"I do not!" I said indignantly, panic portrayed through my expression and voice, because the truth was I was horrified at the prospect of more clothes from Alice. Who seemed to insist on having one outfit for every day of the year. But again, my eyes found Lucie's, who was smiling now, absently staring at her feet, I knew she was happy from being withdrawn from the conversation. But, I was distracted by thinking this. I looked back to my so-called-sister and was once again reminded of the dreaded shopping trip.
"I need to get something." I said, then quickly I muttered something low under my breath, too low, I knew for human ears, only Alice would hear what I said. "I'm only coming if you can catch me." With that, I sped up the stairs, but not before I saw the fury rise into Alice's golden eyes. I smiled widely.
I listened to her reaction, and sure enough her voice was murderous.
"Oh no you don't!" she muttered, "Bella! He's trying to escape!" I grinned, running to the open window, and in one bound I was there, I would escape through here, the plan was utter genius.
But then Alice was standing there, her eyes had an impish look about them. She was swinging something from her tiny white fingers. The key to open the window.
"Going somewhere Edward, dearest brother?" She said darkly, smiling evilly. The window could not be opened without the key, I was surprised at her timing in retrieving it. Was Alice faster than me?
Damn. I thought stubbornly, there goes my great escape.
"'Resistance is futile.' Edward." She said darkly.
"You know," I said, as an inspiration hit, causing my grin to reform. "I can just smash this window."
Alice's expression did not change at this, and if possible she smiled wider, only uttering one word. But it was powerful enough for me to understand her confidence in this situation.
"Esme." I stared at her, realising what she meant. Esme would not be happy if the window was smashed. Great. I only had one more option. In a flash I snatched the keys from Alice, smirking at her expression of shock and horror, and in the next moment the window was open.
I needn't have worried.
I was definitely still faster than Alice.
In one vivacious jump, I was outside. Jumping through windows almost seemed part of a routine now. I turned to Alice still smirking at her, she was glaring murderously at me, and hissed something low under her breath.
"Edward. Come. Back. Now." Now she was speaking through her teeth, intensifying my grin. Teasing Alice was hilarious. We were near the forest, my jump had taken me far, I pondered on running through the place. But I turned back to Alice, deciding I would tease her a while longer. If I ran though, I knew she would not keep up.
"No." I said calmly, she glared at me again, but then her gaze went distant as she had a vision briefly, and I saw what would happen if I did not go.
"Fine, I'll just go with Bella then." She countered at me, immensely pleased at her vision of Bella looking frustrated in a shop full of expensive shoes.
I would not let Bella undergo such torture alone.
"Ok, ok, Alice. I'm coming." I sighed defeated.
"Knew you would." Alice smirked.
"Sure." I muttered sarcastically.
"I did," Alice said with dignity, and she tapped her head slightly, "Fortune telling does help!" I scowled at her, my favourite adopted sister, and was going to make another sarcastic retort, but not before Emmett bounded into my line of sight.
Did I miss all the fun?! his disappointed thoughts exclaimed, I grinned, Emmett always liked a good fight.
"You didn't miss much." I assured.
"Nah, I just proved to Edward that shopping is inevitable, and essential."
"I'm not so sure about the essential part." I muttered. Emmett grinned, and Alice jumped slightly in remembering.
"We need to go ready!" She squeaked.
Why, why did she always sound excited about pure torture?
But then I remembered Bella, and didn't need anymore persuasion, we all ran back to the house and were back upstairs, Emmett's thoughts had now reverted back to Rosalie, at the prospect of no fight. Sometimes, I really hated being able to read his mind.
"Emmett, please think elsewhere." he just grinned again and sped off, thankfully too far for me to hear anymore of his thoughts. Alice had sped off lithely, to get 'ready' no doubt, now certain I would not escape. I wondered whether to see Bella and was just about to join her hen she walked in the room.
I didn't take log for me to realise that something was wrong. Her stance was odd, hunched slightly, her beautiful hair covered most of her face but not enough for me to notice her eyes. Her eyelashes were wet, she had been crying, instantly I was at her side.
"Bella? What's wrong?" I asked, anxious, Bella only usually cried out of frustration. I swept her hair from her face but she just sighed impatiently, and I realised she was frustrated. I couldn't help but feel relived, frustration was better than her being in pain. Her chocolate eyes found mine again and she muttered her reply crossly.
"It's Lucie."
I couldn't understand my next feelings, for they were all mixed. The first, was anger towards the girl, who had caused Bella to be upset. The second was surprise, and the third was the most worrying. I didn't know whether to believe Bella or not.
What?
I discarded the thought quickly, of course I believed Bella, so I continued, determined that Lucie should suffer from causing Bella discomfort.
"What about her." My voice came out hard again, but Bella did not notice, the troubled look had returned once again to her eyes, and the desire to read her mind was almost overpowering.
What was she thinking about?!
Bella became aware of my gaze and suddenly buried her face into my chest, her sweet hair, just beneath my face; the smell of freesia. The unconditional love for the girl in my arms proved my point in believing Bella. She would never lie to me.
"She's just…" Bella struggled for the right words, her own muffled slightly from her face being pressed tightly against my shirt. "I don't know Edward, she's just always here!" Her tone became exasperated and I frowned slightly, though she could not see, confused by her statement. But when her next words reached me, I understood her annoyance completely. "I feel like I can never be with you without her present." I didn't like the way she referred to Lucie, could I detect an ounce spite? But seeing how Bella was suffering made me forget this thought the second after it reached my mind.
"I know Bella, don't worry, I promise I shall not leave your side, I am yours forever, never forget that." Bella was mollified by this, raising her face up to my own, she gazed at me, and I was dazzled once more. Nothing could compare to her beauty.
"Thank you." She breathed, inhaling my scent. I did not do the same, knowing how her scent caused the terrible desire to rise within me, knowing that the ache would return. The desire, the ache, the eternal temptation for blood. But I looked back into her eyes, determined to forget about that factor. I would never hurt Bella.
What? Like you hurt Lucie? My thoughts infuriated me, as I saw her face again, the way she'd looked so helpless. The shock frozen on her face as she stared at her hand after punching Bella. And then the horror as she saw my expression; how I'd ran at her, enraged by how she'd caused the point of my existence harm, how I'd been overruled by my emotions towards the girl. How I didn't realise my own strength.
How she'd been hurled towards the tree, her side scraping against a jagged branch. The blood seeping from her side, the way the monster within me had growled his approval of me hurting her. The desire for her blood had been far too strong. And then I'd seen her face, contorted in fear and pain, yet she had not yet uttered a scream, she always seemed to refuse to portray her self as weak. Then she'd said my name and I couldn't stand the desire any longer, but I could not hurt her, I could not end her life even though she could be the undoing of all our family had tried to keep secret.
My next actions had been frantic, the girl was now limp, slumped against the tree, Bella's face was still in utter shock, I couldn't comfort her, afraid of her reaction if I had come any closer. Scared if she would hate the monster that had erupted out of me in that fleeting moment when Lucie had hit her.
Before I could react though, Alice had sprinted into the clearing, her expression mirrored Bella's as she studied the scene, as her eyes flickered from me, to the girl slumped against the tree stump, and then to the blood, still seeping from her side.
"Edward!" she had hissed at me, "Get Carlisle!" and I had just stood there, staring from Alice to Bella, fighting down the desire boiling within me. "Now!" Alice had shouted again, and I had ran to Bella, finally reacting to Alice's words. The next memory was of me running with Bella in my arms, her own face white with fear. We told Carlisle, well I told him - Bella was silent all the time. Then I'd taken Bella home, comforted her, and she'd assured me she did not hate me.
She'd even said she was glad at how much I loved her.
So was she glad that I'd hurt Lucie?
With a jolt I was reminded where I was, in my room, staring at the most perfect human on the planet. Bella would never want to hurt someone. I felt disgusted at my thoughts. She sighed again, but not in anguish, in pleasure as she gripped me closer- such a beautiful sound- I buried my face in her hair.
"Edward, I love you." She whispered against my chest. I repositioned her, taking her face, cupping it, within my hands, staring into her eyes, but they were still troubled, I responded, desperate to get rid of whatever was causing her perfect face to look unsettled.
"Not as much as I." I replied, knowing she could never understand how much she meant to me, how my life would simply disintegrate without her.
"You coming shopping then?" She questioned, I smiled despite myself, now partially understanding why she was still annoyed.
"Only for your sake, I couldn't let you go alone."
"Promise you won't leave me." She whispered again, and I couldn't help my expression loose its smile. I would never forgive myself for leaving Bella. She saw my face and sighed again. "Not in that way," I frowned, again confused. "I mean, do you promise you won't vanish off when we're shopping." I smiled, relieved by her cross expression, remembering our last shopping trip with Alice, which had culminated in me fleeing as Alice had led Bella into a lingerie shop.
"I promise." I stated, looking again into her eyes. She didn't reply, her gaze became distant, dazzled by me, yet she would never know how much I was dazzled by her.
"Good." she said finally and broke our gaze, the troubled look once again resurfacing to her features. I let out an exasperated sigh. I had to know what she was thinking.
"Bella, please tell me what's wrong, I will go mad if you carry on suffering in silence." She looked up at me, and I was shocked by her expression as she searched my face. She looked alarmed, but did not cease to search my face, before she gave up and finally responded.
"Edward…how much did you hear?" Her voice had become very quite, less than a whisper, her eyes cast downwards.
"Hear? Hear what?" I asked, unsure of what she meant. She removed herself from my lap and I couldn't help but feel as if a part of me had been ripped from me. Bella was shifting now, uncomfortably, before she finally stood up, still refusing to meet my gaze.
"How much did you hear between me and Lucie?" She asked, staring at the floor. A frown line appearing on her alabaster forehead, the rose blush faded from her cheeks.
"Nothing." I responded quickly, but truthfully, we had been outside when they talked, when I was trying to escape.
"Really?" She said, and was it just me, or was her tone disbelieving?
"Really." I replied, still very confused by her, question. She scrutinised my face then, her eyes flickering from both of mine in turn, as if to catch one of them lying. "Bella, what happened?" My voice was close to a plea now.
"She-" but I didn't hear what she had done, because then I heard a sound, which made me forget about all else. A sound that I would recognise anywhere, even though it was the first time I'd ever heard it.
A sound that caused me to jump up.
A sound that made me forget about Bella.
A sound that chilled me to the bone.
For the sound that I heard was a terrible scream.
And I knew it was Lucie's.
Ok, so that was my pathetic attempt at an Edward's POV, was it a success? Or a failure? I really do need to know because of the next chapter, which will return to Lucie's perspective-which is easier to write! But I could make part of it from Edward's as well, good idea? Or not?
Anyway, to answer a few questions regarding this I'll need to babble a bit more, brace yourself!
A couple of lovely reviewers have mentioned Angela and if she's being forgotten. I can tell you now that she isn't, she just hasn't played a big role in these few chapters because it's still the weekend in this story, try to remember that it is still Saturday in here, Angela will return when Lucie sees her at school, never fear!
Another question asked frequently was whether one of the Cullen's past would be shown, well don't worry there, you'll only have to wait till next chapter to find out! Just remember that I'd really appreciate some reviews, they actually help a lot, don't hesitate to correct any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes (I tend to only edit once before posting these chapters onto fanfiction, so I hardly check them at all.)
Oh, and someone mentioned me sucking up to reviewers by saying that 'I'm starting to think you all must be vampires, your reviews are so perfect!' Well I'm sorry 'IamNotStalkingEmmett' if you think that's sucking up, because it's true, I really feel so happy when I find a review, and they WERE perfect, as many of them were really long. So if that's sucking up, then I don't care, it's how I feel!
Also, if you haven't already noticed, your reviews highly influence what I write, they're not only great to read, but also give inspiration! But I've babbled way too much now, so sorry.
REVIEW!-It'll make me update faster! :p
Lily-who apologies for the long author's note in this!