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A few days had passed since the incident, and it all ended smoothly once Carlisle and Esme got there to clean up the mess.
Carlisle assessed Zeala's problems and said that all the dizziness she feels should be giving her head aches and they are causing her body trauma and caused that bleeding. He has had her on some experimental regiments of aspirin and other medications. She's getting around and everything okay. Carlisle just tells her to take it easy, but this doesn't keep her from daily activity.
But since that day everyone in the house was seeing me differently. They were seeing me as some type of hero instead of a reclusive monster. I hadn't spent much time away from Zeala. I felt like I needed to be around her. Like my whole existence depended on this small helpless girl. She didn't seem to mind having me around either. We spent every day together while Carlisle did his early shifts at the hospital. After her breakfast in the morning we would organize her room putting all of her cd's and books where she wanted them. We would go for walks around the yard and through the trails close to the house. She would talk for hours about her life and stories she's heard and just about anything else. And even though it was all so simple, it felt exhilarating. Just walking and listening to her, staring in her eyes, I was so happy that I could just feel normal with her, not like a monster. Then when 4 o clock came I would leave. Carlisle would talk to her about things like pain management and possible treatments. He had all kinds of ideas on how to manage her pain levels since it was all mostly non-existent to her.
After Zeala's daily meetings with Carlisle Esme always made her dinner. She would pick at her food while making jokes with Emmett.
"Come on man, you know you want some." She would smile and say as she teasingly waved her fork in front of his face.
"No pipsqueak!" Emmett would say jerking his face into funny expressions. Then he would start laughing.
Because you see no matter how talkative and annoying Zeala got no one could ever be mad at her. She had this way about her that made everyone love her. She was just as alluring as us vampires.
And even though she joked around about how my family never ate and how 'beautiful' she thought we were, she would never ask. I didn't want to tell her the truth, but I was so curious as to why she wasn't curious. So one morning while we were walking around the back yard -me watching her every step- I asked her, "Why do you not ask questions about us? Aren't you curious?"
She looked up at me with sweet eyes. "Not really, I just like being around you all. And I told Carlisle that when I moved in I would be very excepting of your life choices. But I love not knowing who you are or what you are. It's like living in a different world. A world where anything could happen, where your all whoever you want to be. A world where I'm whoever I want to be. I know it sounds childish but it makes me happy."
Looking at her, hearing what goes on in her mind, I couldn't help it. My head and every instinct held me back. But like I found before, my feelings for Zeala were strong enough to break through this. I turned her to me and wrap my arms around her waist. "Then it makes me happy."
I held her like this for seconds, while her scent flowed through me causing that burning in my throat. I thought maybe if I stayed here, staring into her beautiful eyes that the pain would go away. But I didn't have time to try because as soon as I finished the thought she pulled away and turned her back to me. She began mumbling about some new treatment Carlisle was going to start tomorrow. I knew she was trying to change the subject but I didn't know why.
After dinner every night Zeala would drag me to the piano to play for her.
Alice and Jasper had finished Zeala's dance studio and she wanted to put the piano in there. So every night we trample into the remade dance studio and she dances along as I play. She has so much strength and energy when she dances, which is really how she is all the time. But she had a certain grace about her, in her smile and her fluidity.
And I could go on like this forever, but Zeala always gets dizzy or too tired. Then we sit on the couch laughing, talking, and watching tv until she falls asleep. Then I left her up in my arms and carry her to her room. I would lay her down in her bed and sit on the floor beside her. Every night I would sit there thinking or reading or listening to her abundance of cd's. I only left when I needed to hunt.
I had now become Zeala's keeper. I would let nothing hurt her. I would be who ever she wanted me to be for as long as she wanted me.
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