For those of you who don't know my writing style I write short chapters. Due to that I can post frequently!
I could hear Bella putting her clothes back on. I could sense her frustration at her supposed friend as she walked out of the changing room. I pretended to look through a rack of coats while looking at her from the side of my eye. For some reason the urge to make her fear me had dulled.
She glanced at the store clerk and began putting the dresses and skirts back in their places around the store. I could feel her eyes linger on me and I felt a tinge of recognition. She was in the doorway of the store, curiosity and intrigue made her pause. I wasn't used to those sort of emotions being directed at me.
I turned towards her and she looked away, still standing in the doorway. Still no fear… so beautiful. This wasn't right, this wasn't how humans were supposed to react to me.
I stalked over to her and grabbed her by the arm while sneering. Her brown eyes went wide. She opened her mouth to speak, but I put a finger over my own lips while glancing at the sleeping man. Her mouth snapped shut, understanding my silent message.
Before she could change her mind I pulled her back into the store then into the changing room, still not loosening my grip on her arm.
"Why aren't you scared?" I asked while pushing her against the flimsy wall. I was surprised that my voice was more confused than angry.
"Am I supposed to be?" She whispered back. I scowled and grabbed her other arm, dragging them above her head and pinning them there. She was unaffected.
"Your eyes are red, skin pale… what are you? Albino?"
"Yes, do you have a problem with that?"
"No, I said I was sorry for bumping into you in the street. Why are you attacking me?"
"Why aren't you scared?" I asked again. I was tempted to growl at her, but didn't want to give away that I wasn't human.
"Because I don't think you're going to hurt me."
"And what makes you think that?"
"An instinct."
What do you think of Bella's last line? Of her albino comment?