Chapter Eight

Accusations

Margarete and Emmett went their separate ways. Mainly, because Margarete needed to find a shirt. She couldn't go back there with a ripped up shirt. She told Emmett to focus on Rosalie, not to think about what they had just done. Taking a look in to his mind, she could see that he was having a bit of trouble with that.

She sighed, walking alone in the woods now. She tied up her shirt, trying to make it look like it was the style of the shirt, to be ripped and tattered. "Stupid, bloodsucker owes me a new shirt," she muttered, walking slowly.

She walked in to town, passing by the small shops. She looked for one that would be doable for her style. She found a small boutique and pushed open the door. She stepped in, trying not to attract attention to herself. She ignored the stares from the other customers and browsed the racks of clothes. She decided she would buy a whole new outfit, she needed to get Emmett's scent off of her and it lingered all over her clothes. She hoped Emmett was smart enough to quickly changed, maybe even shower when he got home.

Margarete picked out a long sleeve shirt and a long black feminine trench coat. Looking at the jeans, she settled on a similar pair. She frowned, looking down at her mud covered boots, "Can't get a pair like these here."

After paying for her clothes, she found a nearby motel. She rented a room for an hour and showered. When she headed back to the Cullens, her scent was her own. She walked in to the house, the heels of her boots lightly tapping against the hardwood floors. Before she could make it to the stairs, she was stopped by Alice.

"You shouldn't have gone in to town alone," Alice stated.

Margarete smiled, "I was safe, no need to worry."

"People will still ask questions about you."

"I'm a cousin, from out of town," she simply stated.

Alice opened her mouth to say something, but stopped, "Well, I guess that works."

Nodding, Margarete walked around Alice to the stairs, "It's believable."

"Why did Emmett disappear earlier? I saw him with you, hunting. Then he disappeared."

She stopped, turning to face the younger vampire, "We were talking. I don't like people eaves dropping on my conversations. Or maybe there was a werewolf nearby," she teased.

Alice frowned, "That's not funny."

"I'm sorry. He was safe. No worries."

She continued up the stairs, pulling off her coat as she got to her room. She opened the door, hanging the coat over a chair, "Am I not allowed a moment alone?" she asked the room. She wasn't alone.

Jasper was standing near the window, gazing out of it. "I felt the tension coming off of Emmett when he came home. Alone. Smelling like you."

Margarete exhaled, staying by the door, "We were together. I wasn't aware that was a problem. As for tension, I don't know what you're trying to say."

He looked at her, his eyes hard, "I will keep it to myself. Edward won't even bother reading my thoughts. He's too caught up trying to read yours. I'm warning you now, keep away from Emmett."

She nodded, "Of course. I wouldn't want to cause any problems."

"I think you've already caused problems."

"You're young. You wouldn't understand," she replied softly. "Now, if you don't mind," she gestured to the door.

He nodded, "I'll be keeping an eye on you."