"Dude, I'm telling you, tonight is perfect!" "Yeah, and you know this how?" Rolph sneered at his buddy as he took a swig of whiskey from his flask. "I was sweet talking that new gal that works the reception desk over at the hospital. I overheard that goodie two-shoe's doctor say his family had all gone to visit relatives or some shit up north for the weekend. With the doc working tonight and the heavy rain keeping everyone in, tonight's the perfect time to hit that house" Donnie explained as he steered his beaten pickup down the dark road that lead to the house deep in the woods. The same house that had been the talk of the town after the graduation party that had been thrown by the rich doc's daughter. What was her name again? A something…April, that must be it. Not that he really cared what her name was, no he was picturing something a little more tangible. Like the jewels that surely sat in all the women's dressers, or the expensive looking watches the boys were known to wear. Hell, Donnie would swear that was a real Rolex on the doc's wrist tonight.
Donnie pulled the truck to a quiet stop in the drive. Truly he figured he and Rolph would chicken out when they actually got here. They had never taken their petty thievery this far before. But the beer they had drunk at the house, and the whiskey they swigged in the truck gave them both liquid courage. Without making a real decision, they both pushed open the truck doors and stepped towards the darkened house.
Bella, of course assuming Carlisle was home, placed a scrap of paper in the book to mark her page and made her way out of Edward's room. She was dressed comfortably in a pair of leggings and a long, loose fitting sweater. Her feet, covered in the bright red sock-slippers Esme had gifted her on Valentine's Day, padded silently across the wood floor. Still, she knew Carlisle's enhanced senses would have no problems hearing her.
She took her time walking down the stairs, even with the treaded soles of her slippers she knew better than to press her luck with her balance, or lack thereof. So when Bella turned the corner from the hallway into the kitchen, she was not the only one to gasp in surprise.