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The Truth

Chapter 2 – A Vampire?

So three days before the wedding we moved into the new house. It was quite far from our old house, which means that it's also far from school. But it's alright as long as I have my roaring truck.

"Let me show you your new room," Aunt Liza said excitedly.

I nodded and I followed her as she climbed up the stairs. I can't really believe that anyone can be as graceful as her. Her cream dress was flowing with her every move.

"There is it," she said, pointing at the door with a carved rose in it.

I walked towards the door and I opened it. I was really dazed with what I saw. The room was very beautiful. It's the dream room of every girl. It was far from my room before which was painted white all over. The walls of the room were wallpapered in lavender with floral patterns. There was a queen size bed, the bed sheet was white, and there were lots of pillows that look fluffy. There was a small bookshelf, my books were already there…a study table, and my laptop was already there and also my school supplies…and many other things…but there's no closet in here. Where am I going to place my clothes?

I looked again to check if there's really no closet in this room…there's none. I didn't realize that Aunt Liza was standing beside me.

"Is there anything wrong? Didn't you like your room?" She asked with a sad smile on her face.

"There's no closet in here," I said truthfully.

"Oh, Isabella. There is!" She said, softly laughing.

I looked around again, there's really none. "But I can't see any."

"There," she pointed to pink door, "there's your closet. A walk-in closet."

"Oh," I said in embarrassment. I know that I am blushing right now.

"There's also a bathroom here," she said, and then she pointed at the white door.

"The room is really beautiful. Thank you," I said shyly.

She smiled at me, I was dazed. She's really beautiful, inside and out. Dad is very lucky, and also me, since she'll become my mother soon.

"No problem my dear. I'll leave you here now; we still need to polish the wedding. Your clothes were already transferred here, Mariah, our maid already fixed your closet. She's also the one who placed your things here, if you are just wondering. But she's not here right now; she'll be coming tomorrow to clean the house." After that she left my room.

This room is really big. It was like my room and dad's room in our old house combined. I even have my own bathroom—which is great. I'm going to have a good privacy here.

I went towards the bed. I laid on it. It was really soft and warm.

Just like Edward's hand, I thought.

Edward? We still haven't talked since the night that they came to our house. It was like he's avoiding me. I didn't do anything bad to him. It's just weird…why would he avoid me?

I realized…I need to talk to him. I don't want us to have a hostile attitude towards each other when we are living in the same house. I just hate the feeling of being awkward.

I went out of my room without knowing where Edward's room was. Oh great. But there were only four rooms here, one for me, one for Aunt Liza and Dad, one for Edward and one for the maid. This shouldn't be a hard search.

Then I realized that Edward's room was just beside mine's. I knocked on the door without thinking of what to say to him when he opens the door. I'm always unready. He didn't open the door, so I knocked again. He still didn't open the door. I knocked for the last time, but still he didn't open the door. Maybe he's not here…or maybe he's just sleeping.

I decided to get inside his room to check if he was there. He can't say that I'm being disrespectful because I entered his room, I knocked but he didn't open.

Lucky I, the doorknob was unlocked. I twisted did and entered his room.

He was there on his bed…sleeping peacefully in the middle of the day. And he was so pale…is he a vampire? If he is cold, then he is a vampire.

I went towards him, and then I touched his cheek. He flinched. He was so hot…his temperature, okay! So he is not a vampire! Ugh! What am I thinking?

"Why are you here?" he asked, his voice croaked.

"You are sick, why didn't you tell your mom?" I said, changing the topic.

"Just get away," he said, he was clearly annoyed by my presence.

He's really weird. He said that he likes me to be his sister. What made him hate me? I am really confused.

"Wait, I'll just get a thermometer," I said.

I went to my room and searched for the first aid kit in the drawers. When I found it, I went back to Edward to check his temperature. I placed the thermometer into his armpit. After a few minutes I took the thermometer. He was 38 degrees Celsius.

He has mild fever. He needs to be treated before it gets worse.

I went out of his room again, and then I head into the kitchen to boil some water. I didn't let the water reach its boiling point. It just needs to be lukewarm. When I already achieved the necessary temperature, I transferred it into a basin, grabbed a sponge and went back to Edward's room.

I need to give him a sponge bath. Great, this would really be awkward.

"Hey, I know you don't want me to be in your room, but since you have a fever I need to treat you. I wouldn't to watch you die. I need you to remove your shirt," I said uncomfortably.

He didn't protest anymore, which is good.

He tried to lift his arms to remove his shirt but it looks like that he has no enough strength to do it, so I helped him. I lifted his shirt and helped him remove it; I also helped him to sit.

So I gave him a sponge bath, which I enjoyed. I know I'm weird. I tried my best not to be distracted by his half-naked body.

He was a like a statue, sculpted perfectly…pure beauty.

Hey stop thinking of that! For goodness' sake, he is your brother—well brother-to-be, I scolded myself.

When I was done bathing him, I grabbed a shirt from his closet and put it on him.

Then I went back to the kitchen to cook porridge for him. It was just plain water, rice and salt, but it's good for sick people, my granny said.

Then I fed him and gave him Tylenol. His temperature should go down in a few hours…

I can leave now, and do my stuff.

I was about to leave but he grabbed my wrist. His grip was painfully tight.

"Don't leave me," he mumbled.

He has really a serious case of mood swings.

Five seconds ago he hates my presence…but now he's asking me not to leave.

"Okay," was all I said. I can never say no to him.

Thanks to my beta, Vasilisa Dragomir…:)

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-ishi :)