Hey everyone! This is 'NewMoon' in Edward's point of veiw.
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Times without Bella were dull, to the point where I wished nothing more than to be close to her fragile, and delicate body; it gave me too much time to think about complicated things, I didn’t want to think about. “Alice, she doesn’t want anything for her birthday.” I murmured, to my most annoying sister. Alice narrowed her eyes at me, and pulled on my arm again.
“Edward, she must want something.” I sighed, Alice was obscured for thinking she could reel Bella in, because the chances were, she couldn’t. I had the best summer of my long life, with Bella. But it was hard, I kept thinking about the unthinkable danger I had put her in. I wasn’t her protector anymore, I wasn’t her guardian vampire, I should leave her.
Stupid idiot! Rosalie snarled mentally. He’s so boring! Ugh! Why did Emmett want us to come back for this. It’s stupid and pointless! Rosalie’s vain and irrational dislike for Bella annoyed me frequently. They had just arrived back, and I wished it was just Emmett.
Can’t wait for Bella to come today! Emmett thought smugly. Imagine her face, when she sees me, human memories always tend to dim down. He pictured himself three times smaller than he already was, and shivered.
Alice stopped tugging on my arm, and a vision of Bella consumed my wild thoughts. I was approaching her truck, and she was looking at her dashboard. She ripped a ribbon off a new radio and kicked it under the floor. For some reason, I wasn’t in the brightest of moods.
“Yes!” Alice hissed happily. “We’ll get her a new radio for her car!” Another vision consumed my already side-tracking head. Bella was walking into a store, the new radio in her arms, and she was returning it. Alice pursed her lips. Emmett can fix it in whilst she’s here. She concluded.
“Alice, she won’t want anything.” I whispered. She shrugged, and skipped to Jaspers side. The sun was rising, and day time was approaching. Bella’s birthday, eighteen years ago. Yes, she was eighteen, and I never would be. I sighed, I wanted so much to be with her forever, but I was determined to keep Alice’s vision from happening. I would not turn her into a monster, the one she wanted to be.
I imagined her blush, and how it shined beneath her ivory skin. My throat burned, but I ignored it. No, I wouldn’t take that away from her. I wanted her to go on with her life, as if I wasn’t here, as if things went the way they were supposed to, I died before she was born.
I ran my fingers down the cool piano keys, toying with the tunes, and testing out each black note. Bella’s face was fixed in my head, and held a sturdy lead in engulfing my concentration. With a sigh, I began playing her lullaby. Edward’s playing! Esme thought happily. I played almost every day, though. My fingers swept up and down the piano into the familiar tune, until the sad end brought its darkening clouds upon me. “Play my favourite, please.” Esme whispered. I looked at her, and smiled. She ran her fingers through my hair, and squeezed me tightly –well, tightly for Esme, that is- so I began playing.
It wasn’t long before the sun kissed the cloudy sky, and it was time to leave for school. I sighed, and shrugged from my piano stool. All tension and panic would be gone when I got near Bella.
Alice skipped to my side, and slung her arm around my waist. “Can you drive today?” She asked, puckering out her bottom lip slightly, and fluttering her eyes lashes. She wanted to watch out for Bella’s presents, so she would need her concentration. I sighed; Alice had a way of getting what she wanted. “Of course, Alice.”
She jumped up and down momentarily, before skipping towards my Volvo. I smiled as I remembered what Bella had said, during the summer. I had taken her to a private beach, -she didn’t really enjoy herself, she kept falling over her cast- we spent most the day in my Volvo, because she was too cold. She had said, “It’s funny, every time I picture you, I picture ‘The Volvo’ beside you.” I smiled at her, and started the engine. “Why would you need to picture me?” I had asked. She had blushed, and said nothing. It had driven me crazy, never knowing what she was thinking.
I drove into the school parking lot, and stared franticly for Bella’s truck. She won’t be long, Edward. Alice thought, rolling her eyes. “Try to be patient with Bella, Alice.” I said to her. “It’s her birthday.” Alice glared at me, and stepped out the car.
“Just remember to bring her back to ours,” She said sourly. I leaned against my car, and ruffled her spiky hair.
I stared at the ground, waiting for Bella to arrive, until the familiar rumbling of her truck got closer. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see something was bothering her. She looked pained, almost hurt, until she saw me standing against my car, and her face lit up.
I hated myself.
She shouldn’t be happy to see me, she should be disgusted. But I was always wowed by Bella’s reactions, her complicated mind didn’t work the same as others, and her reactions were backwards.
Alice stood next to me, her impatience began to annoy me. C’mon Bella! She thought. I wish I could run up to her! I elbowed her lightly, and she poked her tiny tongue out at me. She was holding Bella’s gift, and I rolled my eyes. Alice and I had decided to record my piano playing, for her birthday.
Bella looked at us, and frowned. “I told you she didn’t want anything.” I whispered to Alice. Shut up, Edward. Was her only thought. Bella got out her truck, and slammed the door, thousands of rust specks covered the dark black floor. Alice was almost jumping up and down with happiness.
She walked slowly towards us, and glared at Alice’s face, she skipped forward to meet Bella and sang,
“Happy Birthday, Bella!”
“Shh!” She hissed, quickly glancing around her, to see if anyone had heard. She made me want to laugh, but at the same time, her reaction annoyed me. Most human girls would be happy about their birthday, up until the age of twenty nine. I sighed, her reactions were always backwards.
“Do you want to open your present now or later?” Alice asked eagerly as they began to walk towards me. “No presents,” Bella mumbled. Alice turned her enthusiasm down a notch. “Okay... later, then. Did you like the scrapbook your mom sent you? And the camera from Charlie?” Bella sighed, not seeming surprised at all, that Alice knew what her parents had given her for her birthday.
“Yeah. They’re great.”
“I think it’s a nice idea. You’re only a senior once. Might as well document the experience.”
“How many times have you been a senior?”
I was automatically annoyed at Bella’s words. She seemed settled on ruining the rest of her life, and yet she didn’t understand. I held my hand out when they reached me.
She took my hand happily, and seemed to forget her annoyance at Alice. I didn’t smile though, I felt like everything was wrong. I squeezed her hand gently, in encouragement. She would have to be patient with Alice, it was impossible not to be.
Bella looked into my eyes, then. I stared back into the depths of her deep chocolate brown eyes, and I had to smile. Her heart stuttered, and I couldn’t help it. A grin crept around the edges of my lips, again.
I pulled my hand up to the edges of her lips, and began to trace them, the warmth was nice. Her scent flared my nose as I took a deep breath. That’s it, I thought to myself. Feel the burn. Her heart beet stuttered again, and my smile grew. “So as discussed, I am not allowed to wish you a happy birthday, is that correct?”
“Yes. That is correct.” She said, mimicking my tone.
“Just checking.” I said, and then ran my fingers through my hair, quickly. “You might have changed your mind. Most people seem to enjoy things like birthdays and gifts.” Ah. But Bella was not like most, so I should probably kiss that excuse goodbye. Alice laughed, as if in agreement. “Of course you’ll enjoy it. Everyone is supposed to be nice to you today and give you your way, Bella. What’s the worst that could happen?” She said.
I choked back a sarcastic laugh, with us around, there was allot that could happen to Bella. “Getting older,” Bella answered, her voice slightly unsteady. My smile crumpled, and changed into a hard line. Why did she want to be a monster?
“Eighteen isn’t very old,” Alice replied. “Don’t women usually wait till twenty-nine to get upset over birthdays?”
“It’s older than Edward,” She mumbled.
I sighed, annoyed.
“Technically,” Alice said, trying to keep her tone light. “Just by one little year, though.” I tried to ignore what had just been said, I had to make Bella happy. She had the small little pucker in-between her eye brows, as if she was debating something, or was she annoyed?
“What time will you be at the house?” Alice asked in the same tone.
“I didn’t know I had plans to be there.” Bella replied, annoyed that Alice was doing something she had asked her not to.
“Oh, be fair, Bella!” Alice complained. “You aren’t to ruin all our fun like that, are you?”
“I thought my birthday was about what I want.”
“I’ll get her from Charlie’s right after school,” I interrupted, as much as I loved Bella, it wasn’t fair to ruin Alice’s fun. Thanks, Edward. Alice thought happily.
“I have to work,” Bella said, looking for an excuse.
“You don’t, actually,” Alice said smugly. “I already spoke to Mrs. Newton about it.”—I cringed at the second name, but Mike had backed off now—“She’s trading your shifts. She said to tell you ‘Happy Birthday.’”
Horror took over Bella’s expression now, as she searched for a new excuse. “I—I still can’t come over,” she stammered. “I, well, I haven’t watched Romeo and Juliet yet for English.”
Alice snorted, she knew Bella wasn’t getting out of this. “You have Romeo and Juliet memorized.” It was probably true, Bella loved the classic.
“But Mr. Berty said we needed to see it performed to fully appreciate it—that’s how Shakespeare intended it to be presented.”
I rolled my eyes, she had already seen the movie three times.
“You’ve already seen the movie,” Alice said, getting worried now.
“But not the nineteen-sixties version. Mr. Berty said it was the best.”
Alice’s smug smile disappeared, and Bella’s was replaced with the smiled that had been on Alice’s face. Alice’s annoyance and frustration was rambling in my head. Isabella Swan! She thought to herself angrily. I swear... “This can be easy, or this can be hard, Bella, but one way or the other—”
I thought I better stop Alice’s rage, I wasn’t going to let her hurt Bella. “Relax, Alice. If Bella wants to watch a movie, she can. It’s her birthday.”
“So there,” Bella added. I smiled to myself.
“I’ll bring her over around seven,” I continued, watching her expression. “That will give you more time to set up.”
Alice laughed at her expression, too. “Sounds good. See you tonight, Bella! It’ll be fun, you’ll see.” She grinned at us, and then ran to her class, making a hasty retreat.
“Edward please—” Bella began to beg me. I pressed a finger to her lips before she could talk me into not letting her go, I gulped, which would resolve in injury for me. “Let’s discuss this later,”—I knew we wouldn’t—“We’re going to be late for class.”
I was relieved when no one stared at us, as we took our seats at the back of the classroom, -I had convinced Ms. Cope to let me have my classes with Bella- as my expression wasn’t something any normal human would find “pretty”.
Mike Newton turned to smile at Bella, it was a relief that he didn’t think the usual thoughts. Cool, Bella’s here. He thought happily, ignoring my presence. Maybe I should wish her a happy birthday? He debated over it for a moment, and then decided not too.
I was glad Mike had settled for Jessica Stanley, even though I didn’t like her and they were in the face of breaking up, but it got him off Bella’s case, and that made me happy.
And I knew it shouldn’t.
Mike had changed allot over the Summer, his thoughts were more mature, and so was his face, he had squared-out a bit. I smiled to myself, as I remembered how he had began to style his hair like mine, something he thought would impress Bella.
Bella had the small pucker between her brows all day, I sighed, realising she was probably trying to get out of Alice’s party. Bella was strange, backwards, weren’t human girl supposed to enjoy their birthdays? But Bella had never enjoyed the spotlight, she was kind, and preferred not to be caught falling over. I chuckled, that was most likely to happen.
I did wish I could get her a present. One that I hadn’t made, I’m sure she wouldn’t like the CD, it wasn’t anything special. I wanted to buy her a piano, so I could play her lullaby for her, at her house. I knew how much she loved it, and I was glad. But because Bella had ordered. “No gifts, and no money spending!” I decided to settle for the CD Alice was currently holding.
Bella was very difficult with the money spending, she wouldn’t allow me to pay for her college fund. She wouldn’t even let me buy her a new car, every time I asked “Why?” She just mumbled,
“Because you are my gift.” I had snorted at her answer. I wasn’t a gift, I was a burden, something too selfish to leave her in peace.
She didn’t want to be human, she wanted to become a monster. I shivered. My family –especially Alice, Emmett, and Jasper- were not much help. Bella was decided on her “plan A”. My family couldn’t wait to doom her life, but she was too precious to me. She was worth too much, and I would not threaten her, and end her soul by turning her into a blood thirsty monster like myself.
I winced, remembering Alice’s vision of Bella. Her crimson eyes shining, and her ivory skin turned into a bone-chilling pale...
I pushed that vision away, that was the last thing I wanted to be thinking about on her birthday.
The day only seemed to progress faster, Alice and I sat with Bella’s friends. I had to nudge Alice every now and then, to stop her wanting to talk about Bella’s birthday.
With Rosalie, Jasper and Emmett gone, humans found Alice and I a little less scary. I sighed, I was definitely loosing my touch. All of Bella’s human friends sat at the other end of the table, well, we weren’t completely losing our touch. I didn’t understand how Bella could be near Lauren, Tyler, Eric and Jessica. She wasn’t really friends with any of them. She didn’t really speak to Conner, either. As much as I hated to admit it, Mike was one of her friends.
I didn’t mind Angela or Ben, though. I had never really got on with humans, I found them so petty and childish. But Bella had brought out my human side, so perhaps that made me relate to them easily. Ben and Angela had such kind minds, though, they were the best people to watch Bella from.
Oh, Angela thought. I have to buy Mom a present, she took me out. Angela remembered the daughter-mother time she had spent with her Mother. They had gone to the cinema, and she was planning on getting her a present for a ‘thank you’.
Ergh! Jessica’s thought were different. Stupid Mike! Just because you have a freakin’ crush on Bella Swan! Ergh! IDIOT! She shot an evil glare at Bella, I bit back a growl. “Jess, I’m going out tonight,” Bella said, glaring towards Alice. “So could you call later?” Did she just speak to me? Jessica thought, panicked. Oh. Crap! What did she say? Erm... “Sure,” Jessica said slowly. Bella nodded, and turned back to Angela. Cool... Jessica thought.
I shut her out, I couldn’t take anymore of her pettiness. I don’t even get why I sit here. Lauren thought, another girl who didn’t like Bella. I gritted my teeth, trying not to lash out at her. Mike’s an Idiot, Jessica Gossips too much, Tyler is vein, Connor is another idiot, She looked quickly at Alice and I. The Cullen’s are F.R.E.A.K.Y , she turned to glare at Bella last. Urg! Don’t even get me started on Bella Swan, she’s a naive little...
I blocked her out hastily, she wouldn’t live if she finished that thought. I’m sure Bella wouldn’t be impressed, even if I did kill someone she didn’t like...
The rest of the day went just as fast as the first half had. I walked Bella to her truck, Edward! Alice thought, somewhere from behind us, take Bella home, please? Keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn’t do a runner. I nodded, and opened the passenger door for Bella, her driving was far too slow for me.
She folded her arms, and stopped by the front of the truck, she wasn’t moving. “It’s my birthday, don’t I get to drive?” She asked.
“I’m pretending it’s not your birthday, just as you wished.”
Some thing in her eyes gave her away, she was very good at playing this game, “If it’s not my birthday, then I don’t have to go to your house tonight...”
“All right.” I said, shutting the door, and walking round to the driver’s side for her. I opened it, and felt like sighing. “Happy birthday.”
“Shh,” She hushed me. She climbed in, her expression was regretful. I smiled when I looked at her radio, Alice had said she was getting her a new one... I began fiddling with it, pretending to be disapproving. “Your radio has horrible reception.” I said, she frowned. She loved her truck it had “character”. She glared through the windshield.
“You want a nice stereo?” She asked. “Drive your own car.” She was sharp, I pressed my lips together, trying not to smiled. There it was, the tiger-kitten attitude.
She parked in front of her father’s house, and I took her face in my hands, trying to be exceptionally delicate. I could not afford mistakes, she was a breakable bubble, and I was a needle.
“You should be in a good mood, today of all days,” I whispered, adoring her beautiful face. How could I be so lucky? That this amazing creature had said yes to me. Her heart began to race, and her breathing was uneven. I tried not to smile. “And if I don’t want to be in a good mood?” She asked.
How could she not see what was coming next? “Too bad.” I whispered again, and then –very carefully- I pressed my lips against hers. My throat burned like heat lapping at my un-expecting mouth. But I didn’t care, her warm lips were exceptional against mine, and it felt like the magic I would miss if I left her. I didn’t want this kiss to end, and apparently, neither did she.
She threw her arms around my shoulders, and kissed more enthusiastically. The monster inside me grew stronger, asking for her blood, I smiled at her enthusiasm, and pulled her arms from around my neck. I didn’t want to get too uncontrolled, I would end up hurting her.
“Be good, please,” I breathed against her cheek. I didn’t want Alice to be mad, because she would take her anger out on me, and nothing was worse than an unhappy Alice. I kissed her warm lips one last time, and then folded her arms around her stomach, so she couldn’t pull me in.
Her heart rate was at a worrying speed, it was odd, the affect I had on her. “Do you think I’ll ever get better at this?” She wondered. I didn’t know whether she was talking to me or not. “That my heart might someday stop trying to jump out of my chest whenever you touch me?” I smiled, I liked the affect I had on her, it was slightly amusing.
“I really hope not,” I said smugly.
She rolled her eyes at me. “Let’s go watch the Capulates and Montagues hack each other up, all right?”
“Your wish, is my command.”
I sprawled across her couch while she started the movie. She fast forwarded through the opening credits. She sat on the edge of the couch, and I frowned. I pulled her to my chest, worrying about whether she would be warm there. I frowned deeper, of course she wouldn’t.
I grabbed her old afghan off the back of the sofa, hopefully it would warm her up. I draped it over her, crossing my fingers for it to be enough.
“You know, I’ve never had much patience with Romeo,” I said, as the movie started. I never really like Romeo, it was mistake after mistake. Of course, I had already made one mistake with Bella, but that was never going to happen again. She frowned.
“What’s wrong with Romeo?” She asked, obviously a little hurt. I ran through the previous conversation trying to figure out what I had said wrong. Then it clicked, and I began to resent Romeo even more, out of jealousy.
“Well, first of all, he’s in love with Rosaline—don’t you think it makes him seem a little fickle? And then, a few minutes after their wedding, he kills Juliet’s cousin. That’s not very brilliant. Mistake after mistake. Could he have destroyed his own happiness any more thoroughly?” I thought about what I had just said.
I wouldn’t make the mistakes Romeo did.
I wouldn’t hurt my Juliet –Bella— Bella was the world, the sun, I wouldn’t hurt her. Bella sighed, seeming a little annoyed. “Do you want me to watch this alone?”
“No, I’ll mostly be watching you, anyway.” It was true, I would. I traced patterns on her arm, treating her like that bubble. “Will you cry?”
“Probably,” She admitted, “If I’m paying attention.”
“I won’t distract you then.” I kissed her hair. Hoping that I would get to see one normal, human, reaction out of her.
She didn’t seem to be listening to the movie, so I began to speak Romeo’s lines. It was easy to remember, like looking into a big book, my head, and reading out the words. She seemed to concentrate then. She cried, when it came to the death seen. I chuckled, even though her sadness wasn’t amusing, but her reaction was so normal. I didn’t understand why she cried though? I didn’t find it sad, it was his own fault.
I picked up a lock of her hair, and began drying her tears. “I’ll admit, I do envy him here,” I said, when Romeo took the plant extract.
“She’s very pretty.” Bella said. I made a disgusted sound. How could she think the girl was prettier than her?
“I don’t envy him the girl— just the ease of suicide,” I clarified, in a slightly teasing tone. “You humans have it so easy! All you have to do is throw down one tiny vial of plant extracts...”
“What?” She gasped.
“It’s something I had to think about once, and I knew from Carlisle’s experience that it wouldn’t be simple. I’m not even sure how many ways Carlisle tried to kill himself in the beginning... after he realized what he’d become...” I tried to keep my tone light. “And he’s clearly still in excellent health.”
She twisted around so that she could look at my face. “What are you talking about?” She demanded, her kitten fury raging. “What do you mean, this something you had to think about once?”
“Last spring, when you were...nearly killed...” I had to take a deep breath, this was not something I wanted to think about. I tried to keep it light. “Of course I was trying to focus on finding you alive, but part of my mind was making contingency plans. Like I said, it’s not as easy for me as it is for a human.” I gritted my teeth, trying not to think about last spring. That draw was shut and never opening again.
“Contingency plans?” Bella repeated, she was the angry kitten, and she was very angry. “Well I wasn’t going to live without you.” I said, rolling my eyes. Wasn’t it so obvious? She goes, I go. “But I wasn’t sure how to do it—I knew Emmett and Jasper would never help... so I was thinking maybe I would go to Italy and do something to provoke the Volturi.” Yes, like lifting up a van, or just maybe stepping into the sunlight. I thought. Bella was furious, and I didn’t understand why.
“What is a Volturi?” She demanded again.
“The Volturi are a family,” I explained. Not really listening, I was thinking about ways to kill myself, not that that’s depressing. “A very old, very powerful family of our kind. They are the closest thing our world has to a royal family, I suppose. Carlisle lived with them briefly in his early years, in Italy, before he settled in America—do you remember the story?”
“Of course I remember.” She snapped.
“Anyway, you don’t irritate the Volturi.” I said. “Not unless you want to die—or whatever it is we do.” I kept my voice as calm as possible. But I didn’t think we went to heaven, we went straight down to hell, when we were ripped apart. Her face was horror—struck.
She took my face in her hands and held it as tight as she possibly could.
“You must never, never, never think of anything like that again!” She ordered. “No matter what might ever happen to me, you are not allowed to hurt yourself!” I looked at her, I couldn’t make that promise, I couldn’t say I wouldn’t.
“I’ll never put you in danger again, so it’s a moot point.”
“Put me in danger! I thought we’d established that all the bad luck is my fault?” She began to get mad, but why was she blaming all this on herself? “How dare you even think like that?” She was very, very angry.
“What would you do, if the situation were reversed?” I asked her. She glared at me. “That’s not the same thing.” She said. Yes it was! She was more precious than me, of course it was the same thing.
“What if something did happen to you?” She said, taking it further. “Would you want me to go off myself?” Never! I thought. Something felt like I had been hit in the gut, but I covered it up.
“I guess I see your point...a little,” I admitted. “But what would I do without you?” My existence was better with Bella, without her, I would be nothing. Just a speck of dust on the side of Esme’s perfectly polished table.
“Whatever you were doing before I came along and complicated your existence.” She answered coolly. Silly girl, didn’t she know how much she meant to me? I sighed. “You make that sound so easy.”
“It should be. I’m not that interesting.” She was! Especially when she slept, i was about to argue, keep it light. I reminded myself, besides I could hear her father’s cruiser on the top of her road. “Moot point,” I reminded her, I quickly sat up, and pushed her gently to the side. Making sure we weren’t touching, that would annoy Charlie.
“Charlie?” She guessed. I smiled, she knew me too well. Her Fathers cruiser pulled into the drive way, Bella got her mental silence from her father. I could not completely hear him, but I could feel his feelings. He was... anxious? I...if...Bella...mind...game... , was all I got from Charlie’s mind.
Some of his silence blocked it out. It was like bad reception on a TV, but I didn’t find it nearly as frustrating as Bella’s silence.
Bella took my hand, and smiled. Her chin edged up, stubbornly. Her father opened the door, he had pizza, although to me, it smelt like dirt. “Hey, kids.” He said, grinning at Bella. Must...game...Edward...Bella...holding...doesn’t...game! There was a game on, that he really wanted to watch. “I thought you’d like a break from cooking and washing dishes for your birthday. Hungry?”
“Sure. Thanks, Dad.” Bella said.
I (of course) denied the food, and said I was going to eat at my parents. I watched them eat, wondering why they never really spoke. Perhaps it was just the way they were... “Do you mind if I borrow Bella for the evening?” I asked Charlie. Not at all! ...Game...Now. It was easy to pick up on his rejoice. Bella’s eyes glistened with hope, and I chuckled under my breath.
“That’s fine—the Mariners are playing the Sox tonight,” Charlie explained, I understood. All the hope fell from Bella’s deep chocolate brown eyes. “So I won’t be any kind of company...Here.” He picked up Bella’s camera, and threw it to her. It fell off the tip of her finger, and I caught it just before it hit the ground. Reflex.
“Nice save,” Her father said. “If they’re doing something fun at the Cullens’ tonight, Bella, you should take some pictures. You know how your mother gets—she’ll be wanting to see the pictures faster than you can take them.”
“Good idea, Charlie,” I said, handing Bella the camera. It would be nice to get some pictures.
She turned the camera on me, and took the first picture, I rolled my eyes. “It works.” She said.
“That’s good. Hey, say hi to Alice for me. She hasn’t been over in a while.” Charlie frowned, I smiled. He would always be grateful to Alice, for Saving him unnecessary discomfort. “It’s been three days, Dad,” Bella reminded him. Alice had come over to take Bella out, which she declined, so they watched movies instead. “I’ll tell her.” Bella said.
“Okay. You kids have fun tonight.” He began edging towards the TV, and his game. I smiled, triumphant, and pulled her out the kitchen. I wouldn’t be having my head ripped off by the midget sister of mine.
I opened up the passenger door of her truck for her, she didn’t even glare, that was good. She quickly jumped in, and we made our way to my house.
Her truck was far too slow, it made a grumbling sound as I pushed fifty. Ergh! I hated driving at an extremely slow rate. “Take it easy,” she warned me, she loved this truck. “You know what you would love? A nice little Audi coupe. Very quiet, lots of power..” Yes, and very nice to drive. I added in my head.
“There’s nothing wrong with my truck. And speaking of expensive nonessentials, if you know what’s good for you, you didn’t spend any money on birthday presents.” There was her kitten anger.
“Not a dime,” I promised, it was true.
“Can you do me a favour?”
“That depends on what it is.” I sighed, she was so stubborn. I had to be serious, I wanted to tell Bella why they were so ecstatic, she had to understand. “Bella, the last real birthday any of us had was Emmett in 1935. Cut us a little slack, and don’t be too difficult tonight. They’re all very excited.” She blinked a few times, and guilt was clear on her face.
“Fine, I’ll behave.” She said stubbornly. She was completely oblivious to her living hell that was going on inside or house. “I probably should warn you. . .” I mumbled, looking at her worriedly through my eyelashes. “Please do.” She said, the pucker in-between her brows was deep. “When I say they’re all excited. . . I do mean all of them.” I said, remembering Emmett wanting to scare her, or maybe just even surprise her. “Everyone?” She choked. “I thought Emmett and Rosalie were in Africa.”
“Emmett wanted to be here.”
“But. . . Rosalie?” Rose and Bella didn’t get on. Well, Bella would very much enjoy Rosalie’s company, but Rosalie had an instant disliking to Bella. Her own vanity made her too blind to see what a wonderful creature Bella was. “I know, Bella. Don’t worry, she’ll be on her best behaviour.” I knew from the moment I said the words that she would, her hatred for Bella was cooling, but only for today.
Bella frowned, and didn’t looked very comforted by my words, she was thinking, I could almost hear the serious thought to her brain. I frowned, I didn’t like the fact Rosalie caused her pain. So, I decided to change the subject. “So, if you won’t let me get you the Audi, isn’t there anything that you’d like for your birthday?”
Her answer was automatic, and that worried me.
“You know what I want.” She breathed. I frowned, yes, I did know what she wanted, and as I took a deep breath, I was tempted to give her what she wanted. I was tempted for me to be able to stop thinking of ways to kill her, and drink the warm, delicious blood from her veins. . .
And that was the reason why I couldn’t.
“Not tonight, Bella. Please.”
“Well, maybe Alice will give me what I want.” I growled, I was afraid. Some tiny part of me was saying that Alice wouldn’t dare, unless she had a death wish, another part of me was asking, ‘would it be so bad, having her forever?’, but most of me was saying, ‘Alice would do it, stop her.’
“This isn’t going to be your last birthday, Bella,” I vowed. I would make sure it wasn’t, even if it killed me. “That’s not fair!” She cried out, like a child. I wanted to smile, but I wasn’t in the mood. I clenched my teeth together, hard. It was so tempting, but I would NOT turn her into a monster, no matter what she, or my family thought.
I pulled up to the house, it was decorated with flowers. Bella moaned, I decided to take a few deep breaths before talking to her. Scaring her would be the last thing I wanted to do.
But the heat and venom poured through me, my body coiled slightly, but I gripped the wheel instead, hoping she wouldn’t notice my change in body language. The body language of a killer.
“This is a party,” I reminded her, trying to get off the subject of ruining lives. “Try to be a good sport.”
“Sure,” she muttered. I rolled my eyes at her stubbornness. Then, quickly ran towards her door and opened it. I offered her my hand, but she hesitated for a moment. I began panicking, what if I had scared her?
“I have a question.” She stated, I looked at her through my eyelashes, and waited warily for her to go on. Knowing Bella, this was something worth answering.
“If I develop this film,” She said, fiddling with the camera in her hands. “Will you show up in the picture?” I began laughing, and took her out of the truck. It was so Bella. She had definitely been watching vampire movies.
I kept laughing until we got to the house, I was trying to savour it, for some reason I felt like this would be my last laugh with Bella.
When we walked through the door, everyone sang “Happy birthday, Bella.” She blushed deeply, and I winced. She took in the atmosphere, and the space around her. I wrapped an arm around her in encouragement, and gently kissed the top of her head, I grimaced as I pulled away.
I didn’t want to hear Rosalie’s vain thoughts, or Emmett’s cheerful and playful thoughts, I didn’t want to listen to Alice or Jasper’s loving, and encouraging thoughts, I didn’t even want to listen to Carlisle’s remarkable view of the world, or Esme’s loving and kind thoughts.
For some strange reason, I had that feeling. The feeling you get when you can see a innocent child about to be hit by a car, or bus. The feeling you get when you can feel disaster, but just can’t yet put your finger on it.
When I looked around to see what was going on, Emmett was slipping out the room, to install Bella’s radio.
I realised I still had my hand around her waist, and pulled it away. “Time to open presents,” Alice chimed. She put her hand under Bella’s elbow, and dragged her to the table. I followed after, but Bella’s expression of horror made me laugh under my breath.
Bella put on the best smile she could manage, and then mumbled, “Alice, I know I told you I didn’t want anything—”
“But I didn’t listen,” She said smugly. “Open it.” She ordered, and quickly snatched the camera from Bella’s hands, and replaced it with Emmett’s present. She stared at it for a moment, and then unwrapped it slowly. She studied the box, completely confused by the numbers. She shook it a little, and then she stared at it in confusion. She opened the box, and just stared at it, she was very confused.
“Um . . . thanks.”
Jasper laughed, and Rosalie smiled. Silly girl, She thought. At least she was being nice. “It’s a stereo for your truck,” Jasper explained. “Emmett’s installing it right now so that you can’t return it.” Bella bit her lip, she didn’t even realise she was doing it. She was disappointed.
“Thanks, Jasper, Rosalie,” She said, grinning. She suddenly looked like she had put something together. “Thanks, Emmett!” She called. Emmett began laughing.
Alice was impatient, and I was beginning to get annoyed with her. “Open mine and Edward’s next,” she said, her excitement plain. She had the wrapped CD in her hands, she turned to glare at me. I had to admit, even for Bella, it was slightly scary. “You promised.” She said angrily.
I opened my mouth to tell her I had spent no money, when Emmett rushed into the room. “Just in time!” He said happily, and pushed behind Jasper.
“I didn’t spend a dime,” I assured her, putting a single strand of hair behind her face. I brushed my fingers lightly against her ivory skin. My fingers tingled from touching her.
She inhaled deeply, “Give it to me,” she sighed.
Emmett chuckled happily, and it looked like he would clap his hands together. She took the CD, and rolled her eyes at me, whilst she jerked her finger under the package. I smiled.
But that’s when it all went wrong. That’s the moment when I knew I would have to leave her, that one tiny paper cut, ruined all hope I had for our relationship, and it shattered my confidence, too.
“Shoot,” She muttered, and examined her finger, the scent of her blood hit us all, but it affected Jasper and I the most. I could feel Jaspers longing, how much he wanted just a taste of the warm sweet smelling blood that began trickling from her finger. . .
“No!” I roared.
I threw myself at her, and she went flying back across the table, her cake and presents scattered across the floor, and I held my breath. The scent was too much, and I was miraculously fighting back the monster within me, the one that wanted to do what Jasper was trying to do.
I felt him slat into me, but I stood my ground. The harsh crash of our bodies colliding was like boulders. Jasper snarled at me, his teeth baring at my face. Just a lick, Edward, one little lick. . . I shoved him back, keeping his distance from Bella. He couldn’t have her, I wouldn’t let him kill her.
Jasper was a skilled fighter, but he turned into a blood thirsty newborn when he smelt the scent of blood. But this was not anybody’s blood, this was my Bella’s blood. The blood of the one I loved, the blood that sang to me like a siren.
I growled angrily, and shoved him back a bit more. Jasper snarled but I took no notice. Emmett grabbed him from behind, and held his arms behind his back, but that didn’t stop me from growling, that didn’t stop me from wanting to rip his throat out, my own brother.
Bella looked up, and studied our faces, and then she took a quick glance at the warm blood pulsing out of her arm, the blood I would love so much to drink. . .