Okay, here's the next chapter. That's really all I can say right now.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer does.
Wind like a breeze of fresh air surrounded me. It encased me. Brought me pleasure. As well as brought me a new round of vengeance.
I could smell her scent so clearly from the branch I sat on. Her father and mother sat in the kitchen, near the phone. Her mother was bawling loudly for whatever reason. I didn't really care. Her father was acting like stone, sitting there staring into nothingness. Phil, I suppose that was his name as her mother had been calling him that, was pacing the room restlessly. I didn't know why. Humans were just weird like that. As well as dumb and I shunned the idea that I used to be one.
All this I could see from my perch. Still staying hiden in the shadows, I climbed down. Toward her window. Easily, I slid in.
I was surprised to say the least. Her room was abandoned, a slight dust coating everything. Her scent was faint. Obviously she hadn't been here in a few days. Maybe not for weeks.
Even fainter was the smell of him. It was like he hadn't been here for months. But, why. He was attached to his little pet. Was he not? I was sure he was. He'd killed for her. As well as ruined my life. I hissed. Even thinking about the young boy with bronze hair made my hatred for him worsen.
I sniffed the air, again. His scent was faint, yes, but there seemed to be a place where it came from. I walked over to the middle of the room and crouched down. That's where it seemed to becoming from the most. Right under the floor board.
With my rough hands I bent the board up. Making it snap slightly. I didn't know if the humans heard. I didn't care. In the floor was a little whole. The whole held pictures, of her and that boy. There was a CD and passports. Downstairs the phone rang and I heard the father finally move to pick it up. As he picked up the phone I picked up the CD to examine it. His odor was heavy on it. It snapped and I growled loudly. She. Was. Gone? That was why her mother was so upset?
Damn it! I was too late.
I grabbed one of the pictures. The one that had her and him sitting together. She looked panicked in that picture. He looked too calm. Almost like he wasn't feeling anything. Quickly I tore the picture in half, throwing the half with him aside.
I looked down at her panicked face.
"Isabella Swan. I'm coming for you." I smiled cruelly.
The door opened and the human, Phil, came into view. He had heard me. My red eyes grew darker.
I growled, low and menacingly. My muscles coiled and I lunged.
And there's the next chapter. I know it's short, but like the last short chapter I needed to add this to make my story work.