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Nessie
Alice is a genius. She already replaced the pictures above my bed with a generic poster of a puppy. Besides that, Rosalie went through the whole house and removed any pictures that would look suspicious to a human eye. The whole family is on edge waiting for Lizzie's arrival. Grandma Esme is cooking as if all the wolves were here. I'm excited to see my family so happy, but I'm a little nervous about how Lizzie will react. Most families don't do this for one guest. Even I know that.
The TV is on but I couldn't tell you what I'm watching. I mean, I'm freaking out about everything. When I got home from school I googled all the typical activities at a sleepover. Most seemed too young for us, but a few I am willing to try out. The doorbells rings and I am out of my seat in a flash.
I saunter to the door and open it with no obvious excitement. "Hey," I say to my dark-haired friend. She has a backpack on her back and a pillow in her arms.
"Wow, your house is huge," she comments. Then she turns to the driveway and waves goodbye to the woman I presume to be her mother. The gesture makes my stomach ache for my mom.
"Come in," I say out of politeness. "Welcome to the Cullen house of freaks."
She laughs at my small joke, but I can tell it made her a little apprehensive. Rather than prolonging this awkward moment, I escort her into the main area of the house. I take her coat for her and hang it in the closet. She slides out of her shoes and looks around with probing round eyes. "Wow, this is really nice."
"Yeah. I like it," I reply because I have nothing better to say. "Wanna see my room?"
"Absolutely."
As we walk past the kitchen, Grandma stops and introduces herself to Lizzie. Lizzie seems to really appreciate her kindness and agrees to eat whatever she wants. I lead her into my bedroom and turn around so I can see her expression as she sees it.
Just as I expected, Lizzie seems to be awestruck. I must have looked just like her when I first came down here. "Nessie, your room is so cool."
"Thanks. Esme did it for me. She wants us to feel safe and secure after so many years of foster care," I lie smoothly.
"You are so lucky."
"Well make yourself at home." I slide in past her and sit on the edge of my bed. She follows suit. "So, what do you want to do? I've got lots of movies and music. And if you like video games we can do that too."
"Can I look at your collections?" she asks, pointing toward my many shelves of CDs and movies.
"Yeah, feel free."
She lingers at the shelves for quite awhile as if she is looking seriously at each and every one. Finally she turns to me and says, "You have so many. Half of these I have never even heard of."
"I get that a lot," I reply with a grin. "Here," I say as I plug my iPOD into my massive stereo. I choose the play list of today's most popular hits. Even though this isn't my favorite music, Lizzie seems more at ease hearing the normal stuff she is used to.
The rest of the night goes extremely well. Grandma feeds Lizzie until she wants to throw up. We watch two different movies—one really sappy love story and one violent movie that Emmett insisted we watch. Around 2 A.M. we begin to get sleepy and end up passed out on top the covers on my bed.
My phone vibrates underneath my leg, waking me up much earlier than I would have liked. Lizzie feels it too and opens her eyes slowly and looks around with groggy eyes. I open the phone to find a text from my mom. It says, "Good Morning Sweetheart. We miss you. I hope your first week went well ."
"Who's that from?" Lizzie asks mid-way through a yawn.
"Bella," I say remembering not to call her mom.
"Your sister calls you Sweetheart?" she asks with one cocked eye-brow.
I decide it best to just play it off like a joke. "Yeah. I call her Cutie Pie. It's just this joke we have." I hope I am convincing. Usually I don't lie because my family knows everything about me.
"Oh," Lizzie says with a shrug of her shoulders. "So what do we do now?"
"Eat. I guarantee Esme has prepared us a huge breakfast."
Lizzie licks her lips and grins wide. As we run up the stairs I realize that maybe I am more normal than I thought. I mean Lizzie doesn't mind hanging out with me. She doesn't seem like ready to leave as soon as possible. I think I can do this.
Jacob
I don't think I can do this. The idea of spending another 2 weeks, at least, in this stupid place pisses me off more than much of the other talk going on today. "What the hell do you mean it will take another 2 weeks?" I hiss.
"I'm sorry, Jacob. But we need more time to fully understand your particular breed of beast," the bloodsucker with long, dark hair remarks. Behind me Seth shakes slightly, just as angry as I am at the new developments.
"Aro, is there any way we can get out of here sooner? We want to get home to our families," Bella pleads from Edward's side.
"Bella, dear, you know that cannot be. Your daughter is safe, is she not?"
"Well yes, but—"
"Then you have no real hurry to return home. You will stay until we have run our tests. You know the consequences if you leave." A snarl rips through Bella's chest and I can feel my own chest beginning to rumble. Edward moves slightly in front of Bella not to protect her, but to save the stupid leech from losing his head. Leah's hand wraps tightly around my bicep as she tries to relax my trembling.
The blonde one speaks up now, somewhat amused at our hostility. "You mutts are stinking up the place. I will be just as happy as you are when you get to leave."
I am surprised when Leah steps forward and growls. She is on the verge of phasing and I know I must stop her now or else she could die. A fight is the last thing we need. "Leah, stop. Now." I rarely use my Alpha voice, but it was needed now. She immediately calms herself and returns to her rightful place.
"That really is quite fascinating, isn't it?" Black-hair says, grinning widely. "Bella, why won't you let your shield down just once so I can understand this Alpha power?"
"Because it isn't fair of you to be able to pick through everyone else's minds all the time," Edward answers. I am obviously not the only one to notice the irony in this statement.
"Do you understand it Edward? I mean you have witnessed it first hand."
"If you must have an answer, no. I do not understand how it works, it just does," Edward scoffs.
"Pity. Anyway," he adds with a faraway voice. "You better go if you don't want to feed with us." From outside the doors I can hear many human hearts beating. I feel sick to my stomach knowing how many humans are about to die.
"Thank you," Edward says politely. I don't know what he is thankful for. I would do anything to rip these leeches's heads off right now. I don't know why we didn't all come here and ambush them. Edward turns and grabs my arm, leading me out of the room before I attack.
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