Sorry it took so long. Writer's block. One of my reviews said I was going rather fast with my story, so I added in a few extra chapters, so this one digresses from what I planned on writing about. There will be alittle bit of fun, before the witch council. Also, I didn't have Angela in here very much, so I gave her a bit of a part in this chapter.
Chapter 11: The Dance
It
was a rainy day. I was dressed in black, as was the rest of my
family. We were standing outside and the sky threatened to open
up and drown us. We were standing near the back of the Mark's
graveyard as the preacher droned. I caught a glimpse of Mr.
Odgon holding his wife. Carol's eyes were red from crying.
The coffin lay in the stretcher, waiting to be lowered. The
harsh smell of embalming fluid seeped out from the shut casket. A
large picture of Mike Ogdon was put on a tri--fold in front of the
coffin. In a flash we were all running, hiding from the town of
Marks. They would surely be searching for us soon. We were
going to hide out for a decade or so in Siberia. My mind couldn't
focus. Too many thoughts were flashing through. It must
have been Renesmee. She was showing me her thoughts.
I
watched helplessly as Renesmee lunged and knocked Mike to the ground.
I saw her teeth lower towards his neck. Renesmee was
incapable of turning anyone into a vampire. But if she was
inclined, she could bleed him dry or rip his throat out in a matter
of seconds. Mike flew back and skidded on his butt for a few
seconds. Renesmee still stood.
"Don't
pick on my family." She hissed, clearly angry. Mike looked
stunned. She had avoided biting him. She looked close to tears,
her breath ragged from restraint.
"I
–I - I didn't mean anything by the outfit." Mike
stammered. "Your family seemed to be reclusive, it was
Carol's idea." He pointed his finger towards my imitator. "She
said you were weird, and pale. And she said we should dress up
as vampires to make fun of your family." Mike was scared. I
smiled, I would be too if a little freshman girl had knocked me on my
butt. He stood up and Edward put himself between Mike and the rest of
the family. He went into a protective crouch, keeping the outsiders
from coming in. Or was he keeping Renesmee from attacking them?
Carol rolled her eyes.
"It
was just a stupid joke. You guys are so touchy." With that,
she made a flourish turn and the rest of her friends followed her,
leaving Mike to fend for himself. I watched Renesmee go from furious
to embarrassed in a matter of seconds. A deep red blush crept over
her face.
"I'm
sorry, Mike. It's just, you haven't been the first person
this week to let me know that I stand out from my family." She
sighed, " It's hard being the oddball." Mike stood up, a little
shaky at first.
"It's
all right. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." He made a
gesture towards Renesmee, but Edward still blocked her. The boy
looked truly sorry. I put my hand out and touched Edward's
arm. Edward turned his attention to me and I gently led him away from
Renesmee and onto the dance floor. He took my hand and we
started elegantly dancing to the music. The song was a slow
song and from the looks of the auditorium, the Cullen's were the
only ones that actually knew how to dance. The other high
schoolers swayed from foot to foot; we glided smoothly across the
floor. The other kids exited the dance area and let us
dace.
"I
don't like Mike's thoughts." Edward whispered.
"And
what were your thoughts like when you first got to know me?" I
asked Edward innocently.
"I
wanted to take you to a secluded place and kill you, tasting every
droplet of your blood." He smiled as I turned, gracefully under his
arm.
"See?
Mike's thoughts couldn't be that bad." I changed my tactic,
"Face it Edward, she's growing up. She can do some things
on her own." Edward relaxed a bit.
"I
guess you're right." Edward looked up and turned his head. I
turned around and noticed he was staring at Angela. I looked at
him questioningly.
"The
council is coming soon." He stated quietly, then he smiled. "And
she's bored." We twirled over to the edge of the dance floor
where we stopped. Edward walked over to Angela and bowed
deeply.
"Miss
Weber, care to share this dance with me?" He stood and put his hand
out. She blushed, smiled and accepted. Edward could have glided
effortlessly with Angela, but he tried his hardest to make the dance
look uncomfortable. She was our teacher, after all. Even though
the music was loud, I could hear, with perfect clarity, everything
they said.
"The council head said she would come by in the
next day or two." She started, awkwardly.
"What
is this interview going to be like?"
"I honestly don't
know, this hasn't happened in over three hundred years, and your
family isn't like the typical interviews they did." Edward
shifted, trying to make the dance look uncomfortable. Angela
was our teacher, not a friend, and normal teenagers wouldn't dance
with their teachers.
"I guess this is the dance with the
groom, that you missed out on at the wedding." Edward continued to
guide Angela around the room. She blushed.
"I have to
admit, back in Forks, I had a small crush on you. But I knew
you were out of my league." Angela looked confused. I knew it
was Edward's ability to dazzle the truth out of people that was at
work.
"You are beautiful, Angela. You need
confidence. I know that perfect person will come by." Angela shook
her head.
"You don't understand, Edward. I'm a freak.
If I go with a guy, he will age. At first, I will age
with him, but I will stop when I'm in my thirties, and he will
continue. He'll die and I'll still be thirty something."
"Angela, Believe me when I say this." Edward whispered.
"I do understand, and you are not a freak. Your search for
that someone will just be a little harder. It took me a while,
but I finally found Bella." Angela smiled, and Edward nodded,
reading her mind. I was relieved that Edward left out how long he had
been without me. Angela didn't need to be depressed about
that.
"You are a great person, Edward, I wish I got to
know you better in Forks, and you are a wonderful dancer." Edward
smiled.
"It comes with the age and the cold skin."
Angela and Edward walked away from the dance floor next to me.
"I think
I'll return you to your girlfriend, thank you for the wonderful
dance Edward." Angela let go of his hand. Edward took my hand
quickly.
"Thank
you very much for the dance, Miss Weber." Edward smiled his
dazzling smile. Edward leaned in to me and brushed his lips
against my cheek.
"Would
you like to join me outside?" He whispered. I nodded. After
almost six years, Edward could still dazzle me. As we headed
outside, I noticed that Renesmee was leading Mike around on the dance
floor. She had mastered ballroom dancing. Unfortunately, Mike
was a swayer. Renesmee was trying to teach him. The rest
of our siblings were dancing on the floor, completely engulfed in the
good time they were having.
Once we were away
from prying ears, loud music and multiple thoughts, Edward pulled me
tight into his embrace.
"Almost
like our prom." He sighed.
"Almost.
Except, I'm not in a boot." I laughed. He joined in.
"That is
true. Our family is having a great time. We never got to
go to dances before. We never really felt the need to go. You
and Renesmee have made a huge difference in our family." I touched
his cheek with my hand. I left my hand there, cradling his
face.
"We
have many more dances to go to." His eyes looked lost for a moment.
Then he snapped into attention, as if he just remembered
something.
"That
reminds me, the council member Angela sent for, is due to be here in
a few days."
"I
heard. I also heard what you said to Angela. That was very
sweet of you." I rested my head into Edward's chest and we began
to sway like the high schoolers.
"Angela
and I have a lot in common. I hope she finds someone soon." Edward
wrapped his arms around me. Then he stiffened.
"Those
kids that dressed up as vampires want to invite Renesmee to a sleep
over." Edward's mind reading ability crushes yet another
tender moment.
"She's
never really been to a sleep over. Well except at La Push. She
might like it." Soon enough, I could faintly hear them ask
her to spend the night. They were using the excuse that they
would like to learn some of Renesmee's cheerleading techniques.
Edward and I headed inside.
Renesmee
was beaming. Carol and the other girls had just asked her to join
them for a sleepover at Carol's. Renesmee bounded up in front
of us, followed by the girls.
"Edward,
Bella! I was invited to a sleep over at Carol's!"
"These
girls were making fun of you, not even an hour ago." Edward pointed
out. Renesmee didn't even seem phased.
"They
want to make it up to me." She was still smiling. "They want me
to show them my cheerleading moves." Carol looked
annoyed.
"Just
call your mom and dad and ask them. You don't have to ask for
your sibling's permission." Renesmee looked confused for a
second.
"I,
I like asking them. They help me ask Esme and Carlisle." She
knew Esme and Carlisle would just tell her to ask us. Edward
looked at Carol.
"I
don't like the fact that Mr and Mrs. Ogdon are out of town." I
looked up at Edward. He must have read Carol's mind.
"How did
you know that?" Carol asked, proving my theory.
"Carlisle
told us this afternoon." He smoothly shot back. Mike followed up
behind Renesmee.
"I
also don't like the idea that Mike will be there and there will be
no parental supervision." I added. Carol did her famous eye roll.
"You guys
live in the same house and you're all dating each other. I'm sure
you're not always watched." I glared at Carol. Alice
skipped up beside me. She knew what was about to happen. Edward
assessed the situation.
"I
think Carlisle and Esme would feel more comfortable with the idea if
the other girls were there to help supervise." Carol made a face.
The idea of having us at her sleep over wasn't her idea of
fun. Alice's smile lit up the room.
"Sleep
overs? I love sleep overs! Let's have it at our house!"
"Remember
our sleeping arrangements?" I whispered, too low for human
ears.
"But
I like sleepovers at other people's houses more!" She chimed,
remembering that our rooms still look like they belonged to married
couples, not high school teenagers.
"But Edward, Rosalie
has other engagements tonight, she won't be able to go." Alice
whined. I cringed. Rosalie and Emmet were always too busy to do
anything with us.
"So
if these two go, Renesmee can go also?" Carol asked. Edward nodded.
"All right, sounds fair." She continued staring at Edward.
"That's
great!" Renesmee jumped up and down. "Just let us go get
our pajamas and grab a quick bite to eat." Our eyes were getting
darker, we had put off eating in order to get ready for the party.
"Don't
forget your sleeping bags." Carol reminded. I could sense a hint of
sarcasm in her voice. Carol and her friends turned to leave. Alice
and Renesmee were making plans on what to wear over there, when I
heard Carol whisper.
"Just
wait till they fall asleep, then we'll get them."
If
only she knew how long she was going to have to wait.
~*~
YAY
Time for the sleepover! I originally had planned to have Renesmee
bite Mike. But this version turned out so much better! Thank
you to everyone that helped me decided whether to have her bite him
or not.
