A/N: Hey guys, sorry this took so long. I've been waiting for my beta to take care of it but she hasn't, and I feel you deserve to read this chapter, no matter how horribly written it may be.
Major Announcement! After this chapter, this (and all other) stories will be on HIATUS! I am participating in NaNoWriMo (), and when you're trying to write a 50,000 word novel in a month, it's pretty hard to write fanfiction on the side. I WILL continue this in December, though, so keep an eye out for updates then!
If my beta ever gets back to me I will add the revisions to this chapter. =]
Chapter 13: Disquieted
I paced frantically in front of the villa, continually having to remind myself that I was an indestructible vampire. No man on the planet could possibly harm me in the slightest. Except another vampire…
I didn't quite know why I had the feeling that no ordinary human was lurking in there. It was the most eerie sensation. Almost a sort of déjà vu, or reminiscence. Like there was someone in there I had met before.
I shook, trying to rid myself of the shudders that rippled my arched back. I had automatically gone into hunting mode. A harsh snarl escaped my lips. I steadied myself. Relax, Bella, it's just a common burglar. We'll walk in there, scare him away, and be done with it. Right? Right.
I took a deep breath and marched up to the door. I punched in the code that Rose had given me on the keypad, and strode in. It was unnaturally silent. "Hello?" I called softly. "Hello?" I called again, louder. My voice echoed off the walls. I inhaled. The scent of the air was distinctly vampire. This was to be expected, of course, seeing as the villa belonged to Rose and Emmett. But—the scent was fairly fresh. It wasn't strong enough to suggest that whoever it was still remained here, but I could sense that he or she had just left. Alas, I could not distinguish who it was.
I sat down on a large white couch in the living room. It was terrifying to think about. What vampire would break into here? It definitely was no ordinary vampire. Perhaps…enemies of Em and Rose? My thoughts whirled endlessly. I finally decided to call Jake and Renesmee. Perhaps they would have a suggestion.
"Hello?" My daughter answered the phone.
"Hi, sweetie. Is Jacob there?"
"No." She yawned. "He's on an errand or something."
I groaned internally. Perfect timing, Jake, perfect timing. "Okay, hon'. I guess I'll explain the situation to you, then."
"Kay," she grunted, bored.
"Alright, so, when I arrived here, there was someone in the villa. A-a vampire."
"What?!" she was suddenly alert. "Did you see them?"
"No, no," I soothed. "Don't worry. I only saw their shadow. But I could smell them when I came in."
"Oh." She was sullen again.
"So—I just wanted to know what you and Jake think. What do you suggest I do?"
"Don't worry about it," she said quickly. "Just go hunt or something. It'll relax you."
I sighed. "Okay. You sure?"
"Yeah."
"'Kay, tell Jake I called, alright? Make sure he calls me."
"Sure, sure." And she hung up.
I sighed. Renesmee really was different these days. She was so much more distant from me. And from Jake, too, apparently. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in her head…
After rapidly unpacking my small suitcase, I decided to take a look around the place before I went hunting. The living room was the epitome of luxury. There were several large couches, loveseats, and chairs. The carpeting that covered the floor of the entire house was a fluffy white. There were two huge shelves of books on every subject. The TV's in the living room and in my room were flat screens that seemed to consume the entire wall they were hung on. The kitchen was, of course, stocked with every kind of non-perishable you could imagine. The clearly expensive fridge, stove, and dishwasher were perfectly pristine.
My room was Rose and Em's guest room. In it, there was the TV, a beautiful handcrafted wooden dresser, and a bed with soft green sheets. On the nightstand next to the bed, there was a lovely brown vase with bright yellow flowers. The walls matched the bed with a forest-y color. If it wasn't for the silver space-stealer known as a television, the room would feel completely earthy. The color scheme was a natural one. I wondered what Rose and Emmett's room would be like, so I went down the hall and opened the door.
The first thing I saw was the gigantic bed with silky blue sheets. It took up half of the space. I nearly laughed out loud; of course I knew why it was so big. On the other side of the room was another shelf, with a full stock of books, movies, and CD's. Somehow I doubted that they used any of it in their time here, so I looked closer and stifled a giggle. Most of the books looked like hardcore porn and the same was true of the NC-17 rated movies.
The walls were pink, clearly Rosalie's choice of color. Hung on the walls were several pictures of Rose and Em together, laughing, having fun. I was glad none of them were of a sexual nature, but I couldn't stop myself from thinking of Edward. These pictures could have been of us. I reminded myself that they'd never be.
I walked out of the room and further down the hall. There was another guest room. I wondered why they had two guest rooms and went to look inside. There was another extremely large bed and TV. There were a few pieces of artwork on the lovely blue walls. I recalled how Edward had loved this precise color on me and had to shake myself of the thoughts. As I looked around again, something struck me as odd. The paintings on the walls were slightly askew by the smallest degree. A human certainly wouldn't notice, but for me it was a ghastly sight. Surely Rose would have fixed this? I grew enormously uneasy and paced around.
I then saw that the bed was tilted too. How could that be? Everything in the room was off by a smidgen and it was killing me. I picked up the roses next to the bed and realized that they were very much alive. They were not wilted in the least. Whoever had been in the house before had, for some strange reason, left these flowers here.