Author's note: Computers suck! On a happier note, Sorina painted my nails to look like the Twilight book covers. Yep, she is that talented. And a pair of green eyes (Ehem, like Edward maybe…) on my big toes. They freak people out. It is awesome! So, I had a huge internal debate on whose POV to make Port Angeles. I've decided to just flip back and forth a couple times. As before, bold is logical side, italics are immature side, and regular is the actually sane one. DISCLAIMERTHINGYMADOOGY: I don't own Twilight.
Chapter Six: Ten Thousand Angels
Edward's POV
I was apprehensive about riding in a car with three girls in a tiny car the color of a banana for an hour, but it was the only way I could keep an eye on Bella. That doesn't mean it wasn't torture. That's when I decided I'm claustrophobic. That's also when I decided girls talk too much. Alice spent the whole ride discussing shoes with the blonde in the seat behind her. In Italian I think. Gucci sounds Italian, right? They said it a lot.
Bella kept quiet the entire time. She was usually quiet, and it tortured me so. Her voice would put even a vampire's to shame and her irises were such a deep brown that would make the angels look on with envious eyes as green as mine. You're sounding poetic today.
Great, you again. You know, if we keep talking to each other like this, one of us is bound to start thinking we're crazy.
There you go with the "we" thing again. I already think you're both crazy.
Shut up!
Did we just say that in unison?
Yep!
Weird. Hmm… Maybe it's a sign that it's time for us to gang up on Angel Boy over there.
Angel Boy?
Yes. I've figured it out. I'm his vampire side, you're his angel side, and the annoying one is his human side.
So, we're referring to ourself in the third person now? Uh oh. Do you realize what you've said?
Oh no. Please don't. I'm begging you.
Sorry, but you only have yourself to blame.*singing* We've held the hand of the devil, felt his breath on our skin. Dip us into the water, wash us again. Can we still be forgiven for all of these things, or have we gone too far now? Have we lost our wings?
Are you finished?
Yep.
Don't you think we have enough voices in here already, between the three of us and the ramblings of the human minds, without you trying to turn it into a radio station?
Is this a trick question? Oh look! We're here!
The girls exited the vehicle. Bella took her jacket off and tossed it on the backseat. Most of it landed on my leg. Luckily, they didn't notice the floating jacket. I kept an eye on her through the minds of Alice and umm…Rosalie. When they were far enough away to not see or hear the door open, I slipped out of the car. It only took me two seconds to catch back up to them. Consequently, Rosalie started complaining about the wind messing up her hair.
Alice led the way a store housing all sorts of frilly dresses. Bella stood staring at the building with a look of fear and revulsion that most likely mirrored my own. Rosalie had to physically push her into the shop, which, of course, caused her to fall. I dashed in and grabbed her around the waist. It felt so good having her in my arms.
I released her quickly. They wandered around the place, picking up a dress here and there. Once they both had like twenty, they headed back to the dressing rooms. Bella sat in a chair outside while the other two tried them on. For two hours. She offered Alice comments along the lines of, "Jasper will have a heart attack," or "That'll only cause him to fall and break his leg." She told Rosalie that Emmett would drop no matter what she wore. Alice kept making comments to her about not wanting to think about what she was going to do in them with her brother after the dance. I left for a little bit when she started going into detail about what her and Emmett were going to be doing.
I got back to find Bella missing. I searched the whole place for her, but she was just gone. I picked up from Alice's thoughts that she had gone looking for a bookstore. I practically flew out the door. I sniffed the air for her scent, but it had washed away. I did however smell books. Books have a smell. Really. Why am I explaining this to myself? I came up to the bookstore. Her strawberry scent was no where around it.
I was really starting to freak out. The sun had sunk over the small town. Who knows what kind of trouble she could get into in a strange place in the dark?
Bella's POV
I did not need to hear an in-depth analysis of Emmett's anatomy, so I told Alice and Rose I was gonna look for a bookstore. They gave me directions I'm pretty sure I forgot the second I left the dress shop. I walked in what might have been a southernly direction. I couldn't find a bookstore. In fact, after a while I quit seeing stores in general. They looked like warehouses. I cut through an alley so I could go down a different street on my way back.
A figure appeared at the alley entrance in front of me. I turned around to find a different place to cut across. The way I came in was blocked by two more guys. Panic started to fill me. I was in a dark alley with three, no, four guys stalking towards me. I was too far away from the tourist part of town for anyone to hear me scream. I was trapped.
Edward's POV
My wings popped into existence and I took to the sky to continue my search. You know what I don't get?
Hold on a sec. I need to get the list so I can add whatever it is.
And you call me the immature one. Meh.
Did you just mentally stick your tongue out at me?
Yes. Now, why doesn't our shirt rip when our wings appear?
Wow. Umm… I don't know. Maybe-
Stupid voices go away! Now is not the time! I was flying over a section of warehouses when I caught her scent. It was strawberries and alcohol? I made my way over to her with haste. I was able to hear a male's voice. It was husky and slurred. "This one'll be good boys. She don't even look scared. Here, pretty girl."
I reached the alley the voice had drifted from and was met with a horrific sight. My Bella was backed against a wall with four obviously intoxicated men forming a semi-circle around her. I set down right in front of Bella, my back to her. Looking at their faces made me boil with anger. I wanted, unhunh, needed to rip them apart into pieces so minuscule that no one could put them back together again. I couldn't do that in front of her though. I just needed to scare them away first…
Sometimes being part angel had its advantages. Making evil people run from our presence was simple. As corny, cheesy, and any other food related adjective that means lame, it was, I was going to use light to drive out the "darkness."
Bella's POV
They had me up against a wall. They were saying things that told me their intentions were more than just mugging me. They called me baby and spoke huskily. The scent of alcohol was overwhelming. I was frozen with fear, but I kept my face neutral. The one I pegged as the leader started to take a step towards me. A bright light burst into existence between us. They all staggered back a few steps. The shock was replaced with fear for the miniature sun. They scattered back the way they came.
The light disappeared as fast is it had come. Then, the angel from my dreams collapsed at my feet.
A/N: Might I say, I LOVE THIS CHAPTER! It is my favorite one to have written. So, who wants to know how Bella reacts? Anyone? At all? If you do, review! Do I need to use Edward poem bribes again? Not that anyone expressed a liking of the poems, but…Edward really likes writing them. So, five reviews will get you a poem. (: