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It's my first day of Fork's high, and Charlie didn't even wish me luck or anything the night before, just grumbled something about a double shift, and not being back till past midnight tonight. I placed my phone on the table, and spotted a note by the kettle.
Bella
Call me if you need anything
Charlie
He has also written down the station number. I put it on the fridge, using an old Chicago magnet, from when he visited me and Renee a few times, when she wanted to live there. My pop tarts, popped up in the toaster just as my phone pinged on the table.
I'm hoping and praying it's not my mother. She really upset me. I should be in Italy, with them like she originally wanted, but then changed her mind last minute, which pissed Charlie off after I phoned him up in tears, and surprisingly, Phill. Everything had been booked and paid for. I even used all my savings from the weekend job I had at the local corner shop.
My mother has always had a way with words and often gets what she wants as she twists and manipulates it out of a person with guilt or other ways. I love Renee and Charlie because they are my parents, but that doesn't mean I have to always like them. Charlie has always been more of the real parent, compared to Renee. He might be quiet and reserved, but he has always been their for me.
It's how I'm here earlier than expected, beginning of January. Renee and Phil got married in the week leading up to Christmas Eve. He managed to talk her out of a big Christmas wedding because half his family couldn't make it. It's now Monday the 5th of January, and I should have been in Voltera Italy, visiting the Volterra castle yesterday.
I decided to open the back door and lean against the door frame. My pop tarts, an arms reach away, as I hold my coffee, and flip my phone. Yup, I'm definitely behind the times, and not a modern girl, that is for sure. I'm more of a suffer in silence type, and prefer books to parties or going out and my basic old laptop, if I need to use it for reasech and email, and sometimes movies.
I felt shocked and almost dropped my coffee mug onto the snowy patio when I read the text message from a foreign number. I re-read the message over and over. Wondering what kinda trouble my mother gotten herself into? I hope and pray she hadn't dumped Phil already and gone off with some dark and mysterious Mafia bloke, like she did in Chicago, only she was single that time! Hell, she even liked Phil.
At least this dude is blunt and to the point. I felt that from his words and felt something from his pretty words to me. Which I will be researching later. Did I believe in the supernatural? Yes, I thought I saw things when I was younger, visiting La Push, but to tell a complete stranger they are yours, and that they'll see you soon and to stay safe, and to stay away from the Cullens? I mean... what?
Who the fuck are the Cullens? And I hope this isn't the Mafia, she's invloved with again.
That is what I put in response. Deciding to say what I am thinking. Though I thought after I had sent it, why would the Mafia ask me about the supernatural of all things? My phone started ringing, but I decided to ignore it, even though I found it hard to, I finished my pop tarts and made my way out of the door and into my classic, beauty of a beast, my cherry red, Chevy truck and glanced at my phone to find two new messages, I'd put on silent after I sent the reply back, but kept the vibrate on.
No, mio caro, I am Aro, not the Mafia. It is probably wise that you did not answer if the coven are around. I am only informing you of all of this because you are my mate, or else I'd be a hypocrite and breaking my own rules for my kind. I have a gift that can see a persons memories from the moment they are born, from a single touch, which helps in my position to find out who is loyal or not.
Then I read the second text.
When I saw you through your mothers memories after she was almost my dinner, Marcus my brother stopped me, with a simple touch to confirm the tornado of feelings I had when I saw you grow up before my eyes, into the beautiful young woman you are today. Your skin colour almost matches my own. If the Cullens are their, I want you to picture nasty things, to see if the telepath reacts, you can't miss them, mio caro, they have golden eyes, and unatural beauty, they don't eat your food! And don't look directly into their eyes either. The telepath has broken our laws before, by dazzling humans, please stay safe.
Eternally yours,
Aro
Dinner? Golden eyes? Mate? Dazzling humans?
Vampire? And that is what she sent him.
Yes, mio caro. Please stay safe, and your mother and Phil are leaving Volterra today. I paid a witch to errase their meories of my coven and their visit to my castle. She owed me a favour anyway, so we are now even. Don't worry, I didn't touch a drop of her blood. I'm most angry with her behaviour towards you, though, Bella. I should have met you when they came on the tour!
Eternally yours,
Aro.
WOW! I think my jaw has fallen to the floor. As another text comes through.
Don't say my name bellissima, unless you feel you are in danger, my kind should know me, look our for red and golden eyes.
Stay safe,
Duties call, mio caro.
I now sit in my truck on Charlie's drive, going through the messages for the second or third time in disbelief for another ten minutes. Surly if one of the Cullen's is a telepath, then he'd be able to read her mind? I can feel a headache coming, and I didn't know if I should feel more upset and angry or not, that my mothers selfishness stopped me from seeing Aro, who claims I am his mate... mate? And seen me through my mother's memories, with his gift.
Fuck me, my head is spinning, it's so not fair! I could have had my answers and confusing feelings to his words explained to me by now, by the man himself. Who said man, is so sure I am his mate, as he stated, or else he'd be breaking his own bloody rules. What is he? Some kind of vampire Prime Minister, President, or something like that?
I closed my eyes, and new I was already late, when Charlie's Police cruiser, pulled up and when I didn't budge from my position he knocked on the window, I looked up at him. I don't know how my face looked, but he looks at me with alarm on it.
"You don't look too good kiddo, is that why you are late for your first day? I got a call saying you haven't shown up yet."
"Yeah..." I say, surprised by the amount of words Charlie used in one go.
"Or is it nerves for your first day?" He asked, surprising her yet again.
"No, you know how many times I've been the new girl, a small school isn't going to bother me. I woke up not feeling good," I lied. He narrows his eyes at me in suspicion.
"Go back inside, kiddo. I've got to go past the school to Port Angeles. Some missing persons case, they need extra hands for. You know Billy Blacks, your godfather, should anything ever happen to me, go to him." Shock!
"Stay safe," I said, we both felt awkward with feelings, and never usually this vocal. But that's one of the things I loved about Charlie. He's quiet, reserved, doesn't lie, manipulate, or twist my words to get what he wants.
"Always am," he said, after a while, and went back to his cruiser, and waited till I got back inside the house, I locked both doors and double checked the window locks before heading upstairs with another coffee and kore pop tarts, and decided to text Aro back.
I'm not going to school today. Thanks to your texts and me feeling overwhelmed, I was late for school anyway, and Charlie decided I should stay home today when he saw me sitting in my truck, so thank you. I also don't feel bad for lying about being ill when I am not, which isn't like me. B
I double-checked all the upstairs window locks, closed my curtains, and saw the cruiser still there then, Charlie hit the horn and left. I then decided to grab my laptop, not expecting a reply for a while, as he said: duties call. I looked up some of Aro's fancy words and felt myself feel even more shocked and confused.
mia regina - my queen.
mio caro - my dear.
bellissima - very beautiful or most beautiful.
Why would he refer to me as my queen?