HOLY CRAP AN UPDATE :D YAY! Yeah, I've always got the same excuse- but whatever, anyways it's going to get a little climactic. Remember how young werewolves are unstable…. :P
Lizzy POV
The past few weeks have been nothing but pure bliss…. Well after we told Mom that is.
When we told Mom- I expected her to have an Edward reaction, but she had quite the opposite thankfully. When I'd finally sputtered out the words 'Mom… Dean imprinted on me", I cringed and waited for the explosion. She stood in silence for a few seconds, and then I was wrapped in a death grip hug. I was a bit more than confused. Later on Edward told me she encouraged it so much because she knows he won't hurt me- which is a win- win situation.
The Cullens invited Dean over for dinner- only I knew he hadn't told the werewolves. He said something about how they'd shove the whole "you've got to exercise restraint and you got to keep calm" lecture down his throat. I let it slide; Dean had never hurt me- why should I doubt him now?
But what worried me was… the dinner part. If they didn't eat, what does the concept "dinner" mean to them? Hunting? No, predictable. Going out to eat? Oh please god no, I remembered last time we'd gone out. I shuddered at the memory.
Dean and I walked up to the house, arms linked; I knew it was stupid but, it felt weird just to waltz in there like I owned the place. So I rang the doorbell knowing darn well they knew we were here. I heard laughter on the other side and the door swung open.
"Oh wow, we weren't-" snicker. "Expecting you…" They all broke out into hysterical laughter. Ha-ha, I guess they thought all this was funny… but I had to admit, it sort of was. I couldn't stop the giggle from escaping my lips and I heard Dean chuckle a bit beside me.
They brought us into the house and sat us down in front of the long glass dining table with china plates with intricate designs. I looked down at the swirls and patterns painted delicately on the glasses and china. I stroked my fingers across it- entranced by the detail; then I considered that I was going just a bit crazy.
I looked up to see all eyes on me, staring at me as though I was mentally retarded. I blushed scarlet and dropped my head and glared through the clear glass table.
I suddenly remembered that we were supposed to "eat" per se; and wondered how we would get through this whole dinner thing.
I was surprised to see them bring out about a dozen plates of various foods, stage fright sunk in. Would it offend them if I didn't eat it all? I mean I couldn't eat that much!
Then I looked over at Dean and saw him staring at me with deep emotion in his eyes; I blushed yet again and looked down. I then saw him looked hungrily at all the food being set down. I remembered how much Dad would always swallow down- barley leaving us anything to eat. I started to contemplate if the appetite was an acquired thing with… werewolfism? I felt stupid just thinking about that made up word.
I made a grab for the corn and put a tiny bit on the plate- because as soon as my hand moved I saw Dean's twitch. I knew he was being nice and letting me get mine first, but I knew he wanted most of it and was afraid I'd take too much. Ok, maybe I was cutting him down just a bit.
He gave me a grateful look, and made a mad dash for the rest- but before he could get there, it was gone. When I looked up I saw Edward putting corn on Mom's plate while giving Dean a warning look; Mom bushed crimson and looked away.
Edward, slowly, placed the dish back in the middle and put his hand up in front of Dean and he sat down without moving it. After a good ten seconds he motioned for Dean to get his share, and Dean pretty much made a dive for the thing.
I looked around and saw chicken, steak, mashed potatoes, turkey, green beans, peas… the list went on and on and I wondered why Dean was so desperate to get the corn. Was he really that hungry? I recalled how Mom would always make five trips to the car when coming back from the grocery store.
I moved my hand tentatively towards the chicken, expecting to reprimanded or something, but I never was. I sighed and took a fried chicken breast and set it on my plate- I looked around and saw all the Cullens staring at me curiously.
"Why'd you pick that piece specifically?" I heard Uncle Jasper ask in wonder.
"Yeah… why not a leg or wing?" Aunt Alice.
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH THE OTHER PIECES? ARE THEY POISENED?!" Uncle Emmett asked exaggeratedly.
"Um…" I mumbled, racking my brain for an answer. "The breast has the most white meat…" I trailed off, I couldn't fathom their curiosity.
The rest of dinner went smoothly- sort of. The Cullens watched in disgust as Dean wolfed down the food- no pun intended. I picked at my food and took a couple bites and sipped my water a little here and there.
"Ugh dog…. Has no manners." Aunt Rosalie murmured. My heart clenched, I could see not all of them had accepted Dean. I let a tear escape.
It was silent for a few seconds, then I heard someone's hands clap.
"OK THEN," Uncle Emmett said in a cheery voice. "WHO WANTS TO PLAY GAME!" I saw Aunt Rosalie smile smugly and I saw Edward's eyes narrow.
"Rosalie… why are you singing random songs in your head?" He asked accusingly.
"Geez Edward I can't just think about cool songs in my head? Wow, you overreact too much, you need to loosen up."She scolded him; something didn't feel right about her tone.
We all filed outside, I looked up as the clouds covered the full moon, paranoia started setting in as we all got into a semi-circle to see what game we were playing. My eyes dated around anxiously, I had a bad feeling in my gut, but I dismissed it. Whenever anyone got this feeling it was nothing and I shouldn't let it ruin our good time. I straightened up and tried to have fun but the worried kept creeping back to the forefront of my mind, wavering my focus.
Edward gave me a weird look and I mouthed the word 'nothing' to let him know it was just my stupid humanness… if that's a word. I laughed at myself quietly, trying to get back into a good mood.
I took in my surroundings. Aunt Rose was standing next to Uncle Emmett, Edward was standing between Dean and I, Mom was standing on Dean's left, and Aunt Alice was to my right with Uncle Jasper to her right. Esme and Carlisle were standing in between Rosalie and Mom. Nausea clenched my stomach and I felt suddenly cold.
Aunt Rosalie stepped forward holding a stick and smiling smugly; I felt like I would throw up. Something was very, very wrong.
"Well as we all know we have an extra guest tonight." She shot Dean and angelic look that I immediately distrusted, "and I thought we could play a game that suited his interests." I looked over at Dean and he was shivering slightly, his eyes were shut tight. He'd been doing that all night, because being around vampires was hard for him, I learned. I looked back at Aunt Rosalie and the intense knowledge of what she was doing settled into my brain piece by puzzle piece, a sickening feeling racked through my body; this was going to end horribly.
"So…" she smirked and walked over to Dean, standing three feet in front of him. She raised the stick high and simply said. "go fetch." The stick bashed into his forehead and flew into the forest behind us.
It happened all so fast. His shivering turned into outright convulsing and Aunt Rose took a step back with wide eyes. Edward next to me stiffened and did a double take between me and Mom; he had a horribly torn look in his eyes.
He hissed and leapt at me, sending me sailing across the lawn and into the brush. I was stuck in the leaves and braches so my line of sight was disabled- but I could hear.
Mom screamed loud, I heard a roar and a gurgled cry; an even louder roar filled the air. A chorus of growls and snarls echoed off the trees. I struggled out of the twigs and stumbled forward and fell to the ground.
I looked up and saw a wolf running off into the forest with a trail of clothes being left behind, the Cullens were all huddled together and were whispering harshly to each other. Where was Mom?
I blinked and saw blurred silhouettes going into the house carrying something; I looked back at where they were and saw a puddle of blood.
It clicked in my head.
I was right. Aunt Rose went too far. Dean lost control. Next to Mom. Edward's torn expression was between whether to save me or Mom. And he chose me. Why?! WHY?! I would have rather been killed than have Mom be hurt! Why, why, why…
My mind strayed to Mom… oh no… oh no…
She was hurt- badly. I knew it, I-I just knew it!
I was left outside by myself to cry silently to myself; I didn't want to go in and see my Mom's death.
CLIFFAY! CLIFF, CLIFF, CLIFF! Psh, ya'll know you love me still… -laughs nervously- DON'T HURT ME!