Bella is on her own when she finds the clearing. When Laurent finds her there, her werewolf saviors are nowhere to be found. Is Laurent a good guy, or will his bad side overcome him? Thanks a jillion to MRSBellaCullenBlack for the wonderful banner!!! :D
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“Did you enjoy?” asked Laurent, gesturing to the empty bowl in front of me. He watched me like a hawk while I devoured the food he placed in front of me and was quiet the entire time.
“It was amazing, obviously,” I laughed. Laurent was a phenomenal cook, and he certainly knew it. His food did make me tired, though. It was the type of food that fills you up just enough to make you want to take a nice nap.
“Good! Ready for your tour?” He grabbed the dish and deposited it in the sink. I could see where Eleazar and Carmen got the idea for the kitchen in Denali. The one at their castle looked exactly the same, only on a much, much larger scale.
“Ready as I'll ever be,” I answered. He took my hand and led me from the kitchen to the front room. Every place I'd been so far was tiled in the blood red stone. I didn't know why. It seemed that if you were a “vegetarian”, you'd want to be as far away from any reminders of blood at all. It struck me as odd, to say the least.
Laurent pulled me up one of the massive staircases. At the top, a large hallway stretched out to me left and my right. He towed me down the right hall.
“Wow,” I yawned. I blushed. He wasn't boring; I was just a little tired.
Laurent grinned, and squeezed my hand playfully. “This is where Carmen and Eleazar come to get away from the clan. They like having their private time. Living with others does get rather hard sometimes.”
By then we'd reached the end of the hall. He opened the door a crack, but looked at me before he let me in. “I am assuming that you want me to stay with you while you sleep, correct?”
“Yes,” I answered immediately. There was no way I'd let him leave me now that we were in a big, creepy castle. It was only after that I noticed how eager I sounded. I didn't want him to get the wrong idea. My gaze fell to the red floor.
“Just making sure,” he said as he pushed the door wide open.
When I looked up, my jaw dropped. I could fit my entire house in the one bedroom. I stepped in slowly. The walls were curved, like the room was a sphere instead of a cube. The usual cream walls were draped in elegant tapestries in colors that matched the floor. Windows started at the floor and extended up the majority of the wall. To the left, two doorways led to what I guessed was a bathroom and a closet. The ceiling was much higher up than it should have been. I didn't want to look up, it made me a little too dizzy.
Pushed against the far wall was the biggest bed I'd ever seen. It was ridiculously huge, and I felt embarrassed just looking at it. I didn't know why anyone would need a bed that big, especially when the people who owned it didn't have to sleep.
“This is the master bedroom. You look quite tired, so I decided to show it to you first. You can go to sleep if you would like.”
Sleep sounded did sound pretty good at the moment. “I think I'll sleep, actually.”
“I'll call Eleazar while you change out of your travel clothes,” said Laurent, gesturing to the bag sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Will you tell me what you guys talk about?” I asked anxiously.
“Of course,” answered Laurent.
I grabbed my bag off of the bed and stepped into the bathroom. I flicked on the light and was very unsurprised by the red tiling on the floor. The shower, tub, cabinets, and counters were all black. I shook my head, laughing to myself. Carmen and Eleazar had strange tastes in decor.
I decided to take a shower, just to get totally refreshed. I hated feeling grimy, and the traveling certainly made me feel that way.
After I washed my hair, I closed my eyes and let the water wash over my face. It was just weeks ago that I was at my house, spending my days without Jake worrying, and my days with him forgetting about the days without him. I missed Jake terribly, and I hated not seeing him. Laurent was the only person keeping me from breaking down completely.
I sighed deeply. Thinking about Jake would just make me miss him more. I opened my eyes, and screamed. A big, fat spider was hanging down right in front of my face. He was just out of the reach of the water.
“Bella?” asked Laurent from outside the shower door. He sounded incredibly anxious. “Are you okay?”
“Spider! Towel!” I gasped. I'd never needed to tell anyone about my absolute hatred of spiders. It wasn't all that often that I happened upon one, but when I did, there was no stopping my immediate freak out reaction.
Laurent opened the shower door the tiniest bit, a towel in hand. I snatched it from him and wrapped it around myself. I got out of that shower as soon as I could. I didn't care who saw. I left the shower running, much to chicken to reach around the spider to turn it off.
As soon as I got out, I turned to Laurent. He was looking at me with the most confused look on his face. “What was that?”
“There's a spider in there!” I squeaked.
He cocked an eyebrow and brushed past me to the shower. He was back in front of me just a second later. “There's no more spider in there,” he laughed.
“It's not funny,” I said, turning away from him. “And if you could leave so I could get dressed, well, that'd be just great.”
He was still chuckling as he slipped out the door. I silently cursed all the spiders in the world as I pulled on my jammies. I could have kept that hidden for quite some time if it weren't for stupid Spain spider.
As soon as I was done, I exited the bathroom and climbed onto the unusually sized bed. I actually had to climb. I burrowed under the covers and yawned loudly. While I was in the shower, Laurent must have closed the curtains, for the room was almost pitch black. I waited for a second for Laurent to lie beside me.
I didn't have to wait long. Soon, his ram wound its way around my waist. I turned away from him, so he wouldn't be able to see my face. “Sorry about making you anxious with the spider,” I murmured.
“You don't have to apologize. It was my pleasure,” he replied.
“What did Eleazar say?” I asked, changing the subject as soon as I could. I didn't want to be rude, but even talking about spiders gave me a little bit of a fright.
“He said that as soon as we left, the werewolves went home. They just seemed not to be interested anymore,” answered Laurent.
“Where did they go?” I asked.
Laurent paused, and I felt his grip on my waist tighten slightly. I didn't push it, though. I knew he'd tell me.
“They went to a little town right outside of Forks. It's called La Push,” he said slowly.
I couldn't breathe. “That's where... oh no! Oh no, oh no, oh no!” I sat straight up.
“Bella, it's okay. Irina is watching them, she'll tell us if anything happens. Don't worry,” he said.
I lowered myself back down, but my heart didn't stop beating for quite sometime. When I finally did fall asleep, I had one of the shortest dreams I ever had.
Jacob was sitting on a salt-bleached log on the beach. He was younger looking, and certainly more awkward. I was sitting next to him.
“Your people call them werewolves,” he whispered.
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