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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8. Pizza Rolls
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“No,” I breathed. I took a step back. It wasn't time for me to die. I had people that said they would protect me... people who said they would keep me safe at all costs.
“Did you really think you could get away from me? Did you honestly think that I wouldn't find you? Be honest with yourself, Bella. I have much more strength than you give me credit for.” She smiled, showing all of her teeth. If she had more strength than I gave her credit for, I really did not want to cross her. It was too late for that, though. I'd crossed her a long, long time ago, and there was no going back. She was only seconds from tearing open my neck and killing me right there. It was not something I was looking forward to.
She stopped and looked at me hungrily. I was there, the one she had hunted so feverishly. All of her working had come to this moment, this minute. She wanted to relish the feeling of success. Her eyes probed into mine, looking into the very depths of me. It was her unwavering glare that disturbed me the most. I knew she was not going to let me die pain free... it was going to hurt. I'd wager that it was going to hurt quite a bit, actually.
She appeared in front of me a second later. “Bella,” she said, smiling her twisted smile. She circled around me. She lunged for my neck.
“Bella!” exclaimed Laurent.
My eyes shot open. A dream, it was just a dream. I shuddered, tears pooling in my eyes. It was so vivid. I could clearly remember the breeze against my face, the smell of the rain in the trees. How could I forget the look of pure hate in Victoria's eyes?
“Bella, are you okay?” he asked. He was still next to me, sitting up. It was dark outside, despite the time on the clock, which read eight in the morning.
I took long, deep breaths. I couldn't answer. The dream... it had seemed so real. Nightmares had their way of digging into my mind, disturbing me right into consciousness.
“Why weren't you there?” I breathed.
“Where? Where wasn't I?” he asked, alarmed. He probably thought I was going crazy.
“She almost had me, Laurent!” I said, trying not to yell.
He looked puzzled. “Please, don't leave me alone with her anymore,” I whispered.
He held out his arms for an embrace. I accepted. I needed to be comforted at the moment. He shifted me onto his lap. I put my head on his shoulder.
“I won't leave you,” he said into my hair.
I had the same dream every night for a week. Laurent would be there every time I woke up, arms ready to scoop me up. After the few minutes of comfort, the day would go on as usual. The rest of the clan never mentioned it, although I'm sure there were rumors swirling around about the two of us.
A week and a half after my arrival to the house, Irina approached me in the living room. She had a look of determination on her face. Laurent and Eleazar were out buying food for me, something they looked at as sort of a game. They liked looking at all the strange people food. They would bring something bizarre back each time. Once they came back with a bag full of bacon flavored potato chips... those were still safe in the pantry.
“We need to have a talk,” said Irina. She walked away, down the hallway that lead to my bedroom. I followed quickly. I was sure to lose myself if I wasn't careful. I had quite the tendency to get lost. I was still learning all the strange twists and turns of the house. It was like a maze. She got to my room, let me in, and closed the door behind us.
I plopped into the chair in the corner. She stood facing me, her hands on her hips. She sighed. “Okay, I know what has been happening between you and Laurent.”
“It's nothing! I just have trouble sleeping sometimes,” I said, quickly defending what Laurent and I were doing. He was just comforting, that was all.
“He doesn't think it's 'just nothing', Bella,” said Irina, staring at me critically.
“What does he think it is?” I asked.
She sighed impatiently. “Think about it. You wake up every night, he holds you, tells you he will never leave you... catch my drift?”
My mouth popped open. “Oh,” I breathed.
“Yeah. I don't approve,” she said.
“I'm... sorry?” I didn't know what I could do about it. Why did it matter if she approved of not? It wasn't like she owned Laurent.
“I don't approve, but I'm willing to...” She sighed again and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I'm willing to give him up to you. He looks at you differently than he looks at me.”
I thought she was being a little dramatic. From what I had heard of her, she was sort of a... well, a tramp. I knew she had quite a few little man candies at her disposal.
I was about to reply when the door opened. “Thanks for that,” said Laurent, glaring daggers at Irina. He had heard what she said.
“I'm just letting her know the truth,” Irina said, shrugging.
“I'll have whoever I want to have. Frankly, my dear, you have no power to 'give me up' to Bella. I have my own life, Irina,” he said sharply. “Now I'd appreciate it if you'd leave the room.”
Irina sauntered out of the room, but not before giving Laurent a nice big death stare. He just smiled. When she left, he sat on the bed.
“Get anything good?” I asked.
“It's so strange. There were these little pizza flavored things, but they were in a roll shape!” he exclaimed. He got so worked up over the funniest things. Like those bacon chips....
“Yes. They didn't look very good, to be honest. Eleazar said that humans like that kind of thing, though, so we bought them. We also got some stuff that I can whip up into a tasty meal for you pretty quick,” he said.
It got quiet. I didn't know what to say after that. The tension in the room was high. We both knew there was an important conversation coming up.
“Look, Bella,” he started.
“It's okay. You can tell me that Irina was lying. I'll try not to be too broken up about it,” I joked.
He didn't smile, though. There was no humor in his expression. “Who said she was lying?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Well... I assumed you would say she was lying. She obviously was saying all those things just to make me.... Well, I don't know why she would say it, but it's not the truth,” I said. It was impossible. Laurent couldn't see me as anything more than a burden.
“Bella, she was not lying,” he sighed. He looked into my eyes, awaiting a reaction.
He looked so vulnerable sitting there. I had never seen him with so many of his defenses down. He sat, hands in his lap, just looking at me. At that point, I was past thinking. I got out of the chair, moved to the bed, and sat on his lap.
He was startled, to say the least. He didn't expect that kind of reaction out of me. Much to his... and my surprise, I placed a kiss right on his lips. He was still at first, not quite sure what to do next. Soon, his lips started to move with mine. His arms wrapped around my waist. He pulled me closer, but he was trying to restrain himself from doing something that would hurt me, I could tell by his tense posture and movements.
I pulled away and looked him in the eyes. They were bright, excited... hungry. I began to rethink my spontaneous urge to kiss him. I had forgotten that he was less controlled than... they were. My heart began to beat faster in my chest.
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