Chapter three
The longest minutes of Bella's life were dreadful. Those were the minutes she walked upstairs to face James. Edward had the idea of tricking James into thinking he was too scared to face him, so that Edward could surprise attack him when the moment became perfect. Bella's heart pumped for a long-pending time. The way her eyes drifted to every inch of staircase made her solicitous and on edge. She longed and required greatly for those two strong pale arms to cover her and barricade her, but they couldn't. They were too busy trying to ensure that Charlie and Bella stayed unscathed and guarded. Keeping those flawless arms to herself would be thoughtless and selfish. Truthfully, at this moment, Bella didn't care. But remembering her father and all those times they understood each other at length, made Bella go on and leave Edward to do his required job. To save them.
As Bella spiritlessly walked up the stairs, you could hear a pin drop. The hushed silence gave Bella a severe case of the shivers. As Bella continued the death path to James, she looked around through misty eyes. Noticing for the first time, that Charlie took the time to hang pictures of her all around the house. She noticed particularly one of her when she was little and her parents were still together. The ice-cream smudged face brought even more tears to her already red and swollen eyes. She trudged on tactically and more swiftly, although she paused at some pictures that made her grimace with a sort of smile. She wanted to relive those moments so badly that her heart longed deeply for time to turn around,, so that her mother, her father and herself could still be a family. Like any. And be happy. Together
As Bella reached the end of the stairs, she heard a scream. A pain shot through her body as she noticed the voice. Her father.
Bella ran where her ears guided her to. Her dad's room. As she approached the plain white door, she let out a deep sigh. A hot feeling rushed through her shivering body as she touched the door knob. It was hot, red and smelled like metal. Blood.
" Why Bella, come in, come in" said James, his voice dripping with fake honey. Bella gulped and opened the white door to face James staring intently at her. Behind him, Charlie lay on the carpet, his face a gap. His eyes closed and a big bite mark that stretched on his pale neck. The tan that once lay upon his skin, completely gone. Bella gasped as her eyes stretched wide. Her father. Her father, dead. Dead. James smiled up at Bella, his mouth dripping with blood. His mouth curving into a messed smile even more. Bella just stared at her father in complete shock. Her feet pasted on the floor and felt like paper and glue. Scared of taking another step, Bella just kept her mouth open not knowing that she was.
" Hello Bella. So you found me?" replied James to Bella's silence. Noticing that Bella never took her eyes of her still father, James continued " So I see you found your father?" Bella never looked at James. She stood still, her mind completely blank.
" Bella? Are you there" asked James smiling. " Bella?" he continued as he moved a step up to her.
" How, how could you…?" chocked out Bella, holding her chest as though it might break. James's smile stretched out wider and sweeter.
" How could I not?" he asked rhetorically. " You know Bella, he isn't dead" A flash of hope blinded Bella, but then she remembered who told her the information and returned back to painful reality. Charlie twitched slightly. It would have gone unnoticed if different people were in the room, but since one person was looking at him intently and the other was a vampire, they managed to notice. Bella's eyes stared disbelievingly at what they were witnessing.
"Ha-ha" chuckled James thoughtfully, " I told you. Now would I lie to you? But what I told you, could change drastically Bella. Now if you listen to me, I will not proceed to kill your precise uh… father." Said a cold distant voice to Bella's body. Bella of course was lost in thought about her father. He was becoming a vampire. A vampire. Bella knew the drastic change that would occur, so she looked up at James carefully. As Bella's honey eyes meet James's, she noticed they were red. Bright red. They had a craving look in them that startled Bella and a deep hungry glare that spread by the second Bella looked at them. It almost made her bones hurt. As plan, Edward was outside in the front yard, reading James's mind and getting ready to come up and help Bella if necessary( Both Bella and Edward knew it would be necessary). Bella, being an easy target as she usually hurt herself without any help, was defenceless. The thought that Edward was outside so far away, made her heart ache desperately.
" NOW" yelled Bella as James managed to stutter " What the…". A shattering sound broke through James's yell. There stood Edward magnificently, crouching over Bella then looking down at Charlie. Not even a gasp escape his mouth, nothing. Bella looked over at the shattered window glass that lay broken to small pieces on the floor. A normal person would have at least felt that, but not Edward.
" Hello Edward. Happened to be in town and came to say hello." Smiled James yet fear vibrated from him. Edward probably felt that too because he smiled more reassuringly. James probably still remembered when the Cullen family attempted to burn him to ashes. Unfortunately he made a narrow escape and to this day, still made a little jump when someone startled him.
" Why hello James. Let's do this shall we?" asked Edward.
" Let's go" a growl escaped James's beautiful yet unpleasant mouth as they flew out the window. Bella ran over to her father and crouched down. She prayed to herself. She prayed for Charlie… and for Edward.