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Chapter 5 – Carlisle's Black Pudding

I walked cautiously into the kitchen, feeling scared. There was no explosion, no burning, no throwing out Esme's other kitchen utensils. That's really suspicious.

Sitting on the dining room table, innocently, was a plate.

Carlisle pulled out a chair for me, and I sat. He flipped a napkin and gave it to me, which I put on my lap. He handed me a silver fork and knife.

I felt horribly like I'm in a horror movie. Carlisle had the world's widest and whitest smile on his face. He almost bounced on his toes, waiting for my testing. I couldn't disappoint him, my almost-to-be father. I heaved a breath and looked at the plate.

It was sausage. Black sausage, but still, I felt relieved that this is something normal. In fact, it looked quite good: it had a little burnt edges from frying from the pan. I took a cautious sniff. It smelled okay, too. I smiled weakly at Carlisle, who was analizing my every move. Why was he so excited? He's freaking me out.

I cut a little piece and put it in my mouth, chewed…

… and swallowed.

I gulped, and managed to say,

"Wow, it's really – " before…

SPLAT! SPURGH! ARGH!

"Bella!" cried Edward, rushing to my side and patting my back. "Bella! Are you okay? Bella? Bella?"

I coughed and choked, tears swim in front of my eyes. Oh, my god. Oh, my god. What the hell was that? It tasted horrible! What is Carlisle thinking? It tasted like Emmett's gym socks - and that's saying a lot!

"Bella!" Edward cried, pulling my hair away from my face. "Are you okay?"

I nodded weakly, and tried to smile at Carlisle.

"I'm sorry…"

"Is it that bad?" he asked dejectedly. I felt so bad.

"No…."

"You don't have to lie for my benefit," smiled Carlisle weakly. "I'm sorry to cause you – "

"It's okay, Carlisle," I coughed some more. "Um, I really like it,"

"Bella, that hurts," said Carlisle. "Don't ever lie to me. Please forgive me,"

Carlisle walked away, his head bowed. He looked like he had just performed a surgery and the patient had died.

"Oh, Edward! I didn't mean," I said hurriedly. "I – I,"

"It's okay, love," said Edward. He took up a cloth and started to wipe my sick off the floor. Shit, I had just puke on Esme's carpet. And it's a white carpet. Esme's going to kill me.

"Edward?" I said weakly. "Where' Esme?"

"She's now in New York with Alice and Rosalie. They had taken a day trip to New York for night shopping," he smiled again, patting my leg. "It's okay. We'll replace everything before she's back,"

"Ok. Um, where has Carlisle's gone to?"

Edward laughed once. "He is in his Mercedes, listening to songs,"

"He totally hates me now, doesn't him?"

"No. He was just thinking what he has done wrong," smiled Edward. "he also hope that you don't get food poisoning,"

"Edward, what is black pudding, anyway?" I asked.

"Well," said Edward, looking cautiously at me. "Bella, it's …

"It's pig's blood,"

More chapters up tomorrow! So, please, please review! Tell me what you like to serve for Bella's Dinner. :)