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Charlie's mind then began to wonder towards reasons of why she would be keyed up. Was she sneaking out? Was there a boy involved? Did she have plans with someone she didn't want to tell him about? I grinned widely at this, because there was someone she wasn't telling him about, and that person is in her room.
"No plans tonight?" Charlie asked, trying to figure out what was going on.
"No, Dad, I just want to get some sleep." Bella replied, a little annoyance in her tone.
"None of the boys in town your type, eh?" Charlie asked, still trying to get more information.
If only she knew the type of boy she was interested in.
"No, none of the boys have caught my eye yet," she told him, and she slightly emphasized the word boy, though Charlie didn't notice.
Suddenly, I was...angry...or jealous when I heard Charlie's next thought. He wants Bella to date Mike Newton. If only he knew what kind of kid he really was. Mike would easily trade a girl out for another one that is a better model, how could he want that for his daughter?
"I thought maybe that Mike Newton...you said he was friendly." Charlie smiled at the thought.
"He's just a friend, Dad." Bella said, annoyed.
The jealousy was still raging inside me, I loathe the Newton kid. I would damage him if he were to try to take Bella from me.
"Well, you're too good for them all, anyway." That's an understatement, I thought, "Wait till you get to college to start looking," Charlie was pleased she wasn't dating anyone, or looking to date anyone for that matter...if only he knew.
"Sounds like a good idea to me," Bella agreed.
I was hoping I was excluded from that statement, though I am sure that I was, since I am the one waiting for her in her bedroom with her unsuspecting father in the kitchen below.
I heard Bella's light footsteps going up the stairs, slowly. I wanted to run down them, grab her up into my arms, pull her close to my chest and race back up the stairs, just so I wouldn't have to waste another second away from her.
"'Night, honey," Charlie called to her.
Charlie was still not completely convinced, and he was making plans and arranging ways to keep Bella home, just in case she were to try and leave without his permission. I didn't blame him though; I was just as protective of her as he was.
"See you in the morning, Dad." She called out.
Bella was still climbing the stairs, slowly, deliberately slow, even. I was becoming impatient. She finally reached the top of the stairs and entered her bed room. She rushed across the floor on her tip toes in an attempt to muffle her footsteps. It worked for Charlie's ears, but not mine. She didn't see me, and I just continued to watch her. She reached the window, flung it wide open, looked back and forth, squinted her eyes, and then whispered, "Edward?"
During her scuttle to the window, and her searching outside, I walked swiftly to her bed and lay there, placing my hands behind my head all without making a single sound. I chuckled then, and whispered, "Yes?"
She turned around so quickly that I felt a breeze from her movement. Her fragrance lapped at my tongue when I caught my breath. It was still amazingly sweet, and doubly tempting. Her hand reached up and grabbed at her throat while her heart starting pounding out loud palpitations.
I had a large smile splayed across my face.
"Oh!" she gasped and sank quickly to the floor.
I pursed my lips, trying to hold back a chuckle, "I'm sorry."
Her heart was beating rapidly, "Just give me a minute to restart my heart."
I sat up slowly, as to not shock her again. I leaned forward then, and reached out, grabbed her by her arms and placed her on the bed next to me. I didn't want her to be sitting on the floor. And I want to be closer to her, I added mentally.
"Why don't you sit with me," I suggested. I put my hand over hers, "How's the heart?"
"You tell me ?C I'm sure you hear it better than I do." She said sarcastically.
I chuckled low, it was true, I could hear her heart, and tell her that it was beating at eighty beats per minute, which is fast for her heart, but it has lowered since I startled her, then it was ninety beats per minute. We sat there in silence for several long moments. I was listening intently on her heart, as it finally reached about her normal heart rate of sixty-five beats per minute. Once she calmed down she turned to look at me, "Can I have a minute to be human?" she asked.
"Certainly," and I motioned my hand to indicate she should go ahead.
She looked at me for another moment, "Stay," she commanded.
"Yes, Ma'am." I replied and in that moment I froze, showing her that I wasn't going anywhere.
She rose from the bed swiftly, grabbed some clothes off the floor, a bag off the desk and left the room. She left the light off, but that was not an issue, I could see clearly in the dark. Her scent was still lingering, and I breathed in several generous gulps.
I heard her bang a door loudly, probably the bathroom door. I could hear her running water in the bathroom. After a few minutes, the scent hit me...she was in the shower. Her aroma floated under the bedroom door and right to my nose, surrounding my whole body. I could smell the soap she was using and I could smell her blood, as the shower water warmed it. Bella's scent when she was in the rain enriched her scent beyond belief...but this, this was almost torture.
Her scent was so extravagant and delicious that my mouth was watering and venom flowed freely in my mouth. I didn't know if I could take it, I grabbed at her mattress and pulled my free hand to my chest as I tried to cage the monster that was breaking free in this moment. As the scent continued to flow through the room, I was beginning to see her as my prey. All my desires had reared up in this moment, and I knew that I needed to keep them in check.
The water shut off then and I heard movement in the shower. The thirst was still overwhelming. I was becoming anxious at this moment that I would do something I would regret. Should I flee? I was quickly going through all the outcomes that could happen in this moment. Suddenly, pulling me from my distraction, I heard a thought that was screaming loudly.
Edward! I've only come here to warn you of the many flashes I have seen in my head since Bella left you alone in her room. Please, please, be careful. Alice's thoughts were a warning.
The visions that she had in her head had pulled me out of my hunting status. I was very grateful to her tonight. She could have easily let it play out, and see Bella possibly become a living statue like me. She had stayed close, just like I asked her to, and she might have saved Bella's life. Her visions had flashed through my head and shown me what I might have done. The thoughts instantly burned me, not in a thirsty way, in an way that would make me beg for death if they were to come true. The monster was now securely caged in my chest. I went to the window where I saw Alice standing in the trees, and whispered, "Thank you."
You're welcome, Edward. By the way, I hope you are still planning on asking her to come over. Alice mused.
I whispered with a little bit of a growl this time, "Thanks, Alice, you can go now."
Just a thought, Alice chuckled and ran swiftly from the house.
I heard the bathroom door open in that moment. I moved quickly back to her bed, and resumed my statute pose. I could hear Bella literally running down the stairs. She stopped in the middle, "'Night Dad," she called down to Charlie.
Charlie's thoughts were confused, and he was still not convinced she was not up to any good.
"'Night, Bella." he called back up to her.
I heard her jumping up the stairs. The bedroom door flung open, she turned quickly, and shut the door slowly behind her. She smiled at me and I returned her grin. I gazed at her appearance, her hair was still wet from the shower and she was wearing a holey t-shirt with grey sweat pants, and she was absolutely striking. Her smell was tremendously intoxicating, but now that she was here in the room, the monster who almost got free, didn't even scratch at my chest. I raised one eyebrow then, "Nice."
She frowned. She had gotten the wrong impression, "No, it looks good on you." I tried to explain.
"Thanks," she whispered.
She crossed the room and sat on the bed, crossing her legs beside me. She wasn't looking at me; she was staring at the floor.
"What was all of that for?" I asked about her running down the stairs and running back up.
"Charlie thinks I'm sneaking out." She mused.
She is perceptive, "Oh," I said, trying to sound like I had no idea, "Why?"
"Apparently, I look a little over excited."
I reached over and lightly placed my finger under her chin to lift it up so I could see her face, and read her eyes. I took air in my lungs then, and the aroma coming off her body should be illegal.
"You look very warm, actually." I mused.
In the moment, I had to know what her skin felt like after being in that hot shower for so long. I slowly bent my face to meet her cheek. Bella didn't move. My mouth was to her ear, "Mmmmmm...," I breathed in her ear, she smelt absolutely delectable.
Her breathing picked up along with her pulse. I was instantly eager, like I had been when we first kissed.
"It seems to be...much easier for you, now, to be close to me," she thought.
"Does it seem that way to you?" I murmured.
It was true; it was getting easier for me to be around her. I'm afraid if I were to be away from her for any period of time that I would have to start all over, giving me yet another excuse to stay with her.
I moved my nose so it lightly caressed her jaw line. I reached up to move her hair away from her neck with the lightest of touches. She trembled under my touch. I moved my lips to the hollow under her ear and kissed lightly.
"Much, much easier," she breathed.
Her pulse was hammering.
"Hmm." I murmured in her ear.
"So I was wondering...," Bella began talking, but I hushed her immediately with my touch.
I started stroking her collarbone with my finger tip, but I was still curious, "Yes?" I breathed in her ear. She trembled again.
"Why is that, do you think?" her voice was trembling with pleasure.
I laughed lightly, breathing in her ear, realizing that it would cause her to tremble again. Her pulse picked up, "Mind over matter," I breathed.
