Look at the chapter title...this is making up for not updating all weekend. Time to show Damien how amazingly kickass Rose and Alice can be. Hehe. Some language...although, haven't you always wanted to cuss Damien out, too? Oh, and Bookwormac...you asked for it!
Disclaimer: I own...Bastard, Nick, Greg, That Drunk Guy, Neshaeida, and Melissa. Did you know my mom was the inspiration for Melissa? My mom's name is Melissa, too. If I owned Twilight, my inspiration for Mike would have been Cameron, that kid I mentioned in an earlier chapter when Bella was talking about her stalker. Sadly, that actually happened to me, except for getting expelled. Real Life Experiences+Twilight Characters=Good Story.
After the close call in the clearing, nobody felt the need to finish the baseball game. After we were gathered in the living room for the second time that day, Alice had broken the silence by suggesting we go shopping, to "you know, keep our mind off things." Not my idea of a fun time, but it would distract me for a while.
So there we were, walking through the mall with no plan and no purpose. I was willing to bet money the reason for this shopping trip was meant to benefit mostly Alice, who couldn't have been enjoying all of the recent drama.
We walked out of Hollister, and began strolling across the mall again. Naturally, Alice strolled faster than Rose and I, and was soon far ahead of us. We walked slowly, chatting animatedly.
Alice, who was about three stores in front of us at the moment, suddenly stopped and turned to face Rose and I, her eyes glazed. "Crap," Rose muttered, before we both sprinted to catch up with her. I stumbled, but caught myself before I could fall.
Thanks to Alice's quick reactions, anyone who didn't look to closely at her would think she was waiting for us to catch up. She was just coming out of her vision when we reached her. "We need to go. Now." she said, her eyes wide.
"What did you see?" I asked, bewildered.
"Come on!" she said, turning and running for the exit. Rosalie and I broke after her.
We all stopped as soon as we stepped out the door. There, in all his glory, stood Damien Chace.
"Rosalie," he said, nodding in her direction. "Alice." He had obviously been watching us for a while, if he knew their names. He turned to me, smiling maliciously.
"Bitch." he said mockingly.
"Bastard." I replied coolly, trying not to show the fear that was threatening to make itself known.
"It's been awhile."
"Not long enough, asswipe."
For a few seconds, he looked like he wanted to let out a scathing retort, but controlled himself. What had he been doing in his spare time, punching walls?
I crossed my arms, just noticing that Rosalie and Alice had taken up defensive positions around me. "What do you want, asshole?"
"Just to warn you. I'm watching you, bitch. And I'm waiting for my time to strike."
"And when will you have that moment?"
"Maybe you need more convincing." Damien glanced at Rosalie and Alice, and obviously not seeing them as a threat, he moved forward, his hand raised in the air as if he was going to hit me. I flinched, and immediately Rose rounded on him.
He certainly wasn't expecting a girl-much less a fashionable, beautiful, blonde-haired woman-to punch him in the face. So, even if he had been fast enough to stop her, he wouldn't have been prepared to.
Her hit sent him back a few feet, and Alice appeared behind him, catching him and throwing him forwards. He tumbled to the ground, catching himself just in time and rolling onto one knee. He stood slowly, rubbing his jaw, his eyes narrowed. He turned to go, and his parting words were, "Soon, bitch."
As he disappeared into the shadows of the parking garage, I relaxed, though Alice and Rose stayed stiffly in their positions. I waited a moment, then turned in the opposite direction, towards Rosalie's car. I could hear their footsteps begin to follow mine after a few seconds.
We sat in the BMW,and Rosalie made no move to start the car. She turned to me, her eyes sad and furious at the same time.
"How long is soon?"