A/N: Hi! I just got back from Orlando (it was so fun! But now I'm so sore from walking to much) and decided to give you the chapter. I hope it's good and i hope i made Edwards charater convincing (not an easy thing to do with a someone like me trying to mimick the marvoulous charater of S.M.) . The next chapter shouldn't be all that long to get up. So here is your quite long( i think) chapter 6!
Chapter 6
ELLA POV:
It was dark and unseasonably cold for July; I wasn't to sure where I was exactly. I looked around, ominous looking trees stood tall over me. Where was I? Shivering, I took a step toward the beam of light, which had suddenly appeared fifteen yards away.
BOOM! I spun around toward the sound. There was nothing but darkness that weaved through the trees. I looked back at the light, which was dimming slowly. I wasn't to sure what to do, the light looked warm and safe, but the darkness held something I wanted.
Then suddenly a keening noise ricocheted off the trees, my legs felt like they would collapse from underneath me. The noise broke off into a snarling growl. Before I knew it, I had bolted into the darkness, weaving through trees as if I knew the exact step to take.
Then I froze, standing before me was three beautiful people—vampires. One I recognized, his coal black hair was a mess, his tall form was crouched, tense. The other male was crouched also, but with a more relaxed posture. My eyes widened as I caught sight of the female, her red eyes where extremely bright. She stood the closet to Alexander with hungry eyes.
"It seems, Alexander, that you will lose this one." The male said casually.
My eyes slid back to Alexander, and I fought back the lump in my throat. I hadn't noticed before, his shirt had large rips in it, and white crescents clustered his forearm.
"No!" I yelled. They ignored me.
Alexander attacked, I was surprised that I could see his movements; he acted as if he was going for the male, but went left toward the female. She had no time to defend herself, he was suddenly behind her. A painful scream formed on her lips, I closed my eyes unable to bear the scene. The screaming was abruptly cut off, and I opened one eye.
"I think my luck has just changed," Alex said, chuckling darkly. He shoved the decapitated body to the ground and raised the head. I felt nauseous, as he grinned at the male, who looked horror struck for a second.
"HOW DARE YOU!" The male's voice boomed, vibrating the ground under my feet. Alexander seemed unimpressed.
"Easy," Alexander shrugged and tossed the head, where it hit one of the thick trees which shook unsteadily.
The male attacked this time, there demeanor seemed to change. The male seemed the tense one, while Alexander dodged his attacks with relaxed grace. I watched, terrified. Something bad was going to happen, I could feel it. As if to prove me right Alexander made a slip, he glanced at me as if just noticing me there, yet I felt as if he was looking beyond me. His face looked worried, which was replaced by a look of pain.
Then, my worst nightmare, the male had slammed into him and they both fell to the ground. Alexander was trapped; he struggled underneath the other male's weight. but it didn't do any good. The male bared his teeth, leaning toward Alexander's neck.
"Alexander!" I screamed, I tried to move, but my feet were frozen to the ground. My vision began to blur, I saw Alexander grind his teeth together as the male planted his teeth into the side of his neck. I screamed his name again, but no sound came. Darkness began to close around my sight. A wild, furious roar erupted as the darkness enveloped me…
"Alex!" I croaked, my eyes snapped opened and I shot up in bed. I looked around, only to see the sun's warm rays shining through my window. I shoved back my covers and ran to the window, which had been left opened. I leaned out of it scanning the ground and glanced at the cloudy sky, which the clouds looked like an odd color of purple.
It was dream, I told myself. It was just a stupid dream. He is ok.
Forcing the unwanted dream deep into the vault in my head, I convinced myself he was fine. I then became aware of the soft piano music downstairs.
I dressed quickly and slipped out of my bedroom door quietly, my parents must still be asleep. I descended down the stairs with one hand skimming the banister. I wandered into the living room, where I spotted Edward at the grand piano. His hands touched the ivory with such grace that his fingers danced. Not wanting to interrupt, I sat down on the couch.
I let myself wonder, and the nightmare reappeared in flashes. I could see him, in agonizing pain. I felt sick to my stomach and I felt a deep hatred for myself. I couldn't do anything, I was useless. What if he was hurt or worse…? I
"You're up quite early, Ella." I blinked at Edward's cool voice. I refocused on him; he was turned toward me with a crooked smile—it didn't match his tired looking eyes.
"Are you ok?" I asked, standing up and walking toward him.
"Tired," He answered shortly, turning back to the piano.
"You didn't sleep?" I asked.
"I was too hot to sleep," Edward muttered, my eyebrows rose. Naturally, I placed the back of my hand to his forehead, but instantly snapped it back.
"Edward, you're burning up!" I exclaimed; he only shrugged. "Don't you just shrug this off! You should be in bed!"
"I'm fine," He said nonchalantly.
"Edward, this could be that Spanish flu that has been going around killing people…" I trailed off, realizing the horror of my own words.
"It isn't." Edward pushed back against the piano bench, standing up; his hands were on my shoulders forcing me to stare into his intense green eyes. "It's just a simple cold, I'll get over it."
I couldn't argue with the sureness that were planted in his eyes, yet deep in his eyes, something he didn't want me see, showed his doubt of his own words. All I could do was nod, he half smiled.
"Edward? Eleanor?"
"Coming," Edward answered our mothers' questioning voice, yet he still stared me as if he read the doubt in my eyes. "I'll be fine, I promise." He whispered, kissing me on the cheek and brushed past me toward the dining room.
I followed with slower steps.
"Eleanor quit dragging your feet." My mother's rebuking voice made my head snap up. I hadn't noticed, I was in the dining room, my parents sat at the head on either side of the large rectangle table. I slowly took my seat, across from Edward who watched me with warning eyes.
Immediately, two maids burst through the kitchen door with our breakfast at hand. I barely noticed the food, as they placed it in front of me. I ate without tasting.
"You're quite this morning, Ella." I glanced at my father, who was looking at me over his newspaper.
"Tired," I murmured quietly, glancing down at my bowl of oatmeal. It was quite for the longest moment, and I could feel Edwards stare boring into my face.
"Are you planning to visit Beulah today, Ella?" I tightened my grip on my spoon. Beulah was one of my closest friends, who had the Spanish flu. She had a matter of days to live. I tried to visit her as much as possible—I was required to wear a mask that covered my mouth and nose.
"Yes," I said more loudly than was necessarily. My mother didn't seem to notice.
"Very well. Edward, will you escort your sister?"
"No!" I said sharply, I looked up to glare at my mother.
"Watch your tone young lady," My mother said sternly, yet her eyes seemed confused she looked at Edward.
"Yes, mother, I will escort her." Edward's voice was sharp, but not enough to raise my mothers' brow.
I glared down at my oatmeal, furious.
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"What do you think you're doing?" I growled at Edwards's back, as we both walked down the sidewalk. The sun was bright in the sky.
"Escorting you to Beulah's home," He said simply.
"Edward you should be at home and in bed!" I protested.
"For once Eleanor, could you not argue with me and forget about it?" Edward said spinning to face me, his jaw tight.
"No." I said firmly, holding his unwavering gaze. Finally he sighed, but a crooked smile flashed on his face.
"Wouldn't you rather visit Beulah than argue with me?"
I glanced around, to find that we were already in front of Beulah's home. I focused back on Edward, his crooked smiled turned into an all out grin that brighten his face.
"This isn't over Edward Anthony Masen." I said through my teeth. His face lost the grin.
"I'll be fine. Don't worry." He said softly, ignoring my tone. He gave me a push toward the house; I glared at him, but trudged up the steps.
I knocked on the door and glanced over my shoulder, but Edward was already gone. The door opened slowly, a red headed woman with dull, dark blue eyes appeared—with a mask covering her nose and mouth.
"Oh, Eleanor it's you." The woman's voice was lifeless.
"Hello, Mrs. Murray," I said cautiously, she looked like she was about to break down in tears.
"Come in, Ella." Mrs. Murray whispered, stepping back. "Beulah will be pleased to see you have come."
"Thank you," I stepped into the house, it was different from when I was a child it seemed cold—more like death. Beulah had always been the one who brightened a room with just a smile. "How is she doing?"
"Not good," She answered staring up at the stairway. Then she placed her lifeless eyes back on me. "The doctor is supposed to come by…"
"I won't stay long, Mrs. Murray." I said anxiously. For a second there was a spark of life in her eyes.
"No, no, Ella stay as long as you want."
"All right," I said, taking the mask that Mrs. Murray had took out of her skirt pocket.
I deliberately took the steps of the stair case—my legs were shaking uncontrollably underneath me. I reached the top and walked into the short hall. With a deep sigh and a last knot of my mask tightened behind my head I opened the door.
I instantly felt sick; Beulah lay in the bed looking like death itself. Her usually buoyant face was deathly pale and her light blue eyes were dulled. Her beautiful long dark fire, red hair was in strings on her pillow.
"Beulah! Oh, Beulah!" I exclaimed, rushing to her side. I fell to my knees and grabbed her scorching hot hand.
"Ella…it's so nice to see you." Beulah whispered.
"Beulah if I knew it was this bad I would have come sooner! Why didn't you send for me?" I said, tears forming in my eyes.
"Shh… its fine Ella…I didn't want you to suffer with me." She said patting my hand. She looked older than her sixteen years.
"Beulah you—"
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Mrs. Murray came in. My eyes widened as I spotted who was behind her. His overwhelming perfection and white skin—I knew in a instant he was a vampire. His eyes weren't red, though, they were a dark topaz color.
Instinctly, I tightened my grip on Beulah's hand. Though his eyes weren't the menacing red, he was a vampire…a vampire that was capable of taking the very life of my best friend.
"Eleanor this is Dr. Carlisle Cullen," Mrs. Murray said calmly. I narrowed my eyes at the doctor, his eyebrows rose, but his smile never wavered.
"Hello Eleanor," Dr. Cullen said in a smooth, charming voice. I was defenseless for a moment, but when he stepped toward us my alertness rose.
His unmistakable grace as he walked to the other side of the bed, concreted my suspensions. I stiffened as his hand touched Beulah's head. I watched him quite closely as he proceeded with his other examinations. My body ached to scream that he was a vampire! That he was going too kill Beulah and probably the rest of us as well, but something told me to keep quite and be still.
I never released my glare on the doctor; he seemed oblivious of it until he was done. He stared at me for the longest second, and then his eyes flickered to Mrs. Murray.
"May I speak with you outside, Mrs. Murray?" Dr. Cullen murmured. She nodded and walked out of the room Dr. Cullen followed.
What could I do? He was ten times faster than I was and probably hundreds times stronger.
"Mrs. Murray, I'm afraid your daughter doesn't have very much time left, a day at the most." Dr. Cullen voice said softly on the other side of the closed door. Heart wrenching sobs filled the dead silence. "I'm so very sorry, Mrs. Murray."
I was frozen solid, everything felt numb, and nothing seemed to make sense. Flashes of a smiling red head girl revolved in my head. Tears streamed down my cheeks as the truth hit me like a bullet, wounding me.
"Why are you crying?" Beulah whispered, through ragged breathing. I looked at my dearest friend, through my tears. In seconds I shut off my emotions—tucked them away for when I was alone—and wiped at my tearstained eyes.
"Nothing, Beulah," I whispered, forcing myself to smile as brightly as I could.
I continued my fake calmness, the rest of the stay with Beulah. I told Beulah of things that were coming up…things she would never see. It was twilight, when Edward returned to escort me back home—he seemed the only one to know I was crumbling from the inside. He stayed close to my side, seeming to be waiting me to crumble.
I held myself together, throughout dinner and the small talk in the living room—Edward watched me worriedly when my father brought up Beulah. I was finally excused to go to bed. I locked my bedroom door and walked slowly my bed. My legs shook until I finally crumbled to the floor by my bed. I covered my face with my hands and silent sobs shook my body.
Pain. There couldn't be any worse pain than losing someone who knew you more than you knew yourself. Knowing she was going to die, crushed me with a powerful force. I felt like dieing myself
Suddenly, as if like an electric shock shot through my body, I became aware I wasn't alone. I glanced up from my hands and stared into the darkness. A pale silhouette stood only a feet away from me, my eyes connected with bright, menaceing red eyes.