The Truth in My Blood Chapter 4, a twilight fanfic

Chapter 4 - An Interesting Sectional

The father goes by many names. You can call him Dad."

My first instinct was to laugh and pass it off as untrue. The more that I thought about it though, the more the facts lined up. nobody really knew how my father died and all I knew was that my mother followed soon after. My uncle did watch us, but after he passed away my brother was left to watch us. Wait—my brother—how did he factor in?

"So…" I began, "What's up with Jake?"

Quil glowered darkly, "Apparently, wolfiness runs in the male side of the family."

"Jake caught a bloodsucker stench on the way to work this morning. He…he…exploded." Embry said.

I freaked out Where was he? Was he ok?

"How dare you spend time telling me stories when my Jake is dying or dead?" I screamed, "You pig-headed idiots. What if he's…" and with that, I promptly passed out.

I awoke to the best sound in the world, "Jeez, What's with her?" The voice asked, "It's not like I died or anything."

I slowly opened my eyes to see two brown orbs looking at me. "Jake, you're ok! Well, not ok, but…" I tried to scramble to my feet but a dark and warm pair of hands caught me.

"Stay there, ok? You just had a lot pressed on you and I don't want you to do anything stupider than you do in every-day life."

I watched as Embry and Quil snuck out of the house, giving us some privacy. "So, what does this mean for us?" I asked, "Will you not be around anymore? Are you going to run around as a wolf from now on? No time for me anymore, huh?"

No! Of course I'll still be around! I talked to the elders of the rive and they agreed to help us out with money. I am going to stop fixing cars while this is going on, but nothing else will change."

"Why do you have to quit your job?" I asked quietly, "Are you going to spend your days howling at the birds instead?"

"I am going to spend my days avenging dad's murder. That…that leech is still around here, but he won't be for long."

No Jake! You can't! You know what happened last time one of you tried to take down one of them. You'll get hurt, or worse!"

Jake rolled his eyes, "Dad didn't know what he was doing. I'm going to be ready. When I am done talking with you I'm going to go practice…I don't really know how to prepare for this sort of thing, but I'll figure it out."

"What does this mean for me? Am I going to have to quit band? I really don't want to, but I can if it will keep our family together."

Of course you don't have to quit band! Band is what you are about, you can't drop out."

And so the conversation went. Finally, we hammered out some details. I would stay in school and focus on band. Jake would quit his job and work on exterminating the vampires. I wasn't happy about letting my favorite person in the world go fight against the invincible, but I know that I wasn't going to win that argument.

Of course, by the time that our conversation was done, it was well into the night. Jake told me to go to bed and that I could skip school the next day. I stumbled down the hall and flopped onto my tiny bed.

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When I finally woke up the next day it was already two. I ate some food, idly wondering where Jake was. I noticed a note on the fridge.

Bella,

Sorry to leave you like this, but I caught a scent up North. I'm going to head up and check it out. Probably won't be home till tomorrow night.

Go to school tomorrow

If you need anything call Embry or Quil

Thanks…Love ya

Jake

P.S. Please don't do anything stupid…and stay out of the forest.

Well great. It's only been the first day and Jake already ditched me. Oh well. I absently wondered what he meant about the forest as I did the laundry and vacuumed. He just must not me wandering where I can get lost. There was nothing to do, so I cleaned the whole house top to bottom and played oboe for a while, but my heart wasn't into it. I went back to bed, about 8:30

I did not have a very good night's sleep; I tossed and turned the whole time. The next morning I got ready for school and jumped in my car. As I turned the switch, I noticed that something was off. Nothing was missing, but wasn't my sweatshirt on the seat, not the neck rest? And my keys weren't under my seat, but in the door pocket. That's odd, I thought, but passed it off as being worried about Jake.

I managed to get to school and through a few of my classes without any trouble. I got less stares and more people were treating me normally. Mike walked me to band again, but then we split up. Today were our woodwind sectionals. I got my oboe and walked into the theory room where we were meeting.

I was plenty early for band, so was quietly practicing. I didn't even notice the room filling up, so when I heard a baton hitting the podium, I looked up quickly.

What I saw was something I had never seen before. The woodwind section leader was a God, the most beautiful person on the earth, reincarnated. His bronze hair swept into his perfectly gold eyes just a little bit, and his sculptured jaw had to be the eighth wonder of the world. He was the perfect height, the perfect weight, and had the most beautiful scent coming off of him.

All of this I noticed in just a few seconds, but that was all it took. I sighed with wonder, and the embouchure of my mouth loosened for just a moment. Squeak! I swore quietly under my breath and mentally scolded myself for making a fool of myself in front of this God. Everyone tittered quietly until they realized the man in front wasn't laughing.

I looked up to see him, and did a double take. The look on his face was one of pure hostility. I could actually feel the coldness emanating from him. The gold eyes had mysteriously turned black and fury was rolling off of me in waves. What had I done to deserve this? All I had done was squeak, hasn't everyone done that at one point or another? I felt my nose begin to itch and my eyes started watering.

Not now! I tried to stop the tears from coming, but one leaked out anyways. I looked down and stared at my music, hoping that the tension would break and everyone would realize this was all a big joke. No one in the room was saying a word. I snuck a look at him again, hoping he would have returned to normal. No such luck. His face still had a look of fury on it, but there was something else too. Confusion, conflict, desire? I wasn't sure, I have never been good at seeing people's emotions.

I looked back down at my music and mumbled a quiet "sorry" to him. "Maybe I just need a drink" I said, hoping that I could escape his glare for only a minute.

"Get out." He said, his hands still clenched around the podium. I was sure I saw splinters around his hands; he was holding it so hard. I shook my head in disbelief. I had never seen this boy before, what could he possibly hold against me? I walked quietly to the corner of the band room and sat down. I sat there for the rest of class, not practicing, not crying, not even thinking. My expulsion from this class had no logic attached to it; what was there to think about?

People started to come out of the rooms and put away their instruments, so I got up and tried to blend in. I thought I saw a shock of bronze hair storm to Mr. B's office, but I wasn't sure. My red eyes earned me a few odd stares, but I managed to stay away from everyone. The bell rang and everyone filed out of the band hallway.

I started to also, but remembered that I still had my music in my hand. I turned to put it away, but dropped it in my haste. A pale hand picked it up in a flash and set it carefully in the cabinet. I looked up to thank who ever it was and faltered. It was him. What was he doing? How could he throw me out of class and then do something that courteous?

I looked into his beautiful eyes as he started to speak. What a beautiful voice! It had a glorious lilt to it, and just the hint of an accent. Something was a little off though, his tone was not as cordial as it should have been; there was a dark side to it as well.

"Hello, my name is Edward Cullen. May I walk you to your next class?"