Stupid Vampire Mafia

Bella POV

I hadn't expected him, in my dreams maybe but in reality well that was a big fat no. But when looking at every thing that has happened – which lets face facts if I admitted to anyone my mental wellbeing would be seriously questioned – how could I expect anything less than for my dreams to come true. Ok well not entirely true but hey here he was in all his godliness and not quite looking like he wished he could kill me and get away with it - so it's a positive thing right?

He had looked startled when I opened the door almost ashamed he had been caught, which doesn't exactly put a girl in a good mood, knowing that he was trying to avoid contact with you. I had planned just to keep on walking to the store but he had followed, I tried so desperately not to smile at this but it happened without me really ever becoming fully aware. His face was so conflicted he didn't know what to do or say so in true form I decided to add a small bit of humour to the situation. The moment my comments had left my lips I regretted them – now he would want to know the whole story and for some reason I didn't want to tell him, maybe for fear that this little fantasy I had going on in my head would have to come to an end – something I was not ready to let happen.

I should have known trying to avoid his questions would get me nowhere, over a hundred years of experience definitely puts him in the driving seat when it comes to interrogations and he was so damn good at it. I found the words falling out of my mouth without having the time to choose them carefully; he now knew everything and that scared me more than the animal that I had been confronted by on our first meeting. I hated the feeling of being at someone else's mercy – it was now up to him what happened next, the possibilities were endless and nightmarish. He could leave and never come back, he could stay and ignore me, stay and kill me – I pushed that idea away instantly – could he find a way to make me forget? , would Sofia still haunt me if he decided against what ever it was that she was no doubt planning? My head spun so it surprised me when he said that Sofia had said the same to him about me – that I needed saving – now she is one tricky ghost what was she up to and more importantly what did she know that we didn't?

I could have exploded when he agreed to share his thoughts with me but in all honesty I couldn't handle any more tonight so I decided to be very brave and boldly ask if we could maybe carry on this conversation another night. It was excruciating waiting for his answer it felt like hours had passed, I could mentally hear the clock's second hand just ticking away in the background tick tock tick tock tick tock. He uttered the words so feverishly it was like he couldn't get the words out quick enough. He said he would wait until I had processed what had happened tonight – which I didn't understand in the slightest – and then we would talk some more. I liked that idea way more than I should have.

I didn't even make it to the store, I begrudgingly dragged my self of the bench and began to stumble back to my house, Edward – my heart almost stops every time I think his name, no I shouldn't feel like this bad Bella – walked close next to me the whole way home, I could see out of the corner of my eye the few times I tripped his hands would shoot out to help but he would hastily retract them no doubt before I would see them. We neared the door and I began to panic what do I say to him? I mean it was important that we left with clear ideas what would happen next else I would no doubt over analyse everything and wonder what he had meant.

I took in a deep breathe, steadying my self hoping I would become inspired but the fates smiled upon me and he spoke first;

"I'll come back when you're ready" that was just beyond a ridiculous statement, how would he know when I was ready, come to think of it what did he mean by ready and how would even I know I was ready? The confusion must have shown in my face as he let out a slight chuckle. "Trust me; we have ways of knowing these things"

I could just about summon enough air to mutter back "Who do you think you are, the bloody vampire Mafia" which made me laugh slightly. The air grew thick and the anxiety was getting too much to bear with that I said goodnight to the fallen angel on my door step and went off to bed to have some very vivid dreams - ones that I should not be hoping would come true.