I was engaged! It sounded like a swear word to me, but I couldn’t complain about the results that were to follow. I loved Edward more than life itself, and he knew it. I would die for him. I would be immortal as a vampire, as his wife. I wanted to spend the rest of eternity with the most perfect boy on the face of the earth. But of course, he had his own list of things to do before he would change me into a vampire. We had to get married. Edward wanted me to himself, no one else. CHAPTER 16 Will be up soon! Sorry for the delay...I just graduated from High School! Banner by ME! Let me know if you would like me to make you a banner! send me an e-mail at email@example.com!
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9. Chapter 9: The Dazzling Game
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Chapter 9: The Dazzling Game
“Bella watch out for the--”
Before I knew what was happening I felt myself stumble forward over the lip of carpet that lined the door. I reached out a hand to catch myself on the railing of the stairs so I wouldn’t fall down the flight of four whole steps. However, I felt an arm gab me around the waist and pull me back up just as my hand smacked on metal railing.
“Ow! Ow! Ow!” I winced, shaking my hand as Edward pushed me into his chest for further protection. My face was glowing red from embarrassment and I was happy that Edward was blocking me from view. I hated myself for my klutzy moments that I seemed to have all too often.
Edward pressed his icy lips to my throbbing hand, working as an icepack. He looked up from my hand with concerned eyes, his topaz orbs meeting mine. It was as if I could see straight into the soul that he claimed not to have. My hand was now pressed to his cheek, the pain slowly easing away.
“Are you okay?” Edward asked softly, not looking away from me with his powerful gaze.
“Yeah,” I grumbled, hating the fact that I had the worst luck in the world. I couldn’t wait until I was graceful like the Cullens, then I wouldn’t have to worry about embarrassing moments like this.
“Can you promise me you’ll be more careful?” He teased, pulling me closer so that he could kiss my forehead. “I don’t want a broken Bella come our wedding.” He gave me a light kiss before he turned back around to face a tall man with a green apron. I felt breathless as Edward basically carried me to the table. He supported all my weight with his arm around my waist. I felt like I was floating. Edward didn’t want to take the risk of me tripping again. That thought caused me to blush as Edward sat me down in my chair and pushed me in. He was always a perfect gentleman.
I smiled at Edward as he sat down at the table across from me. I noticed his brow raise slightly in amusement; there must have been something entertaining in the waiter’s thoughts.
“Can I start you with some drinks and maybe an appetizer?” the man asked, setting menu’s down in front of us.
“Two cokes,” Edward said, already knowing what I wanted before I had even opened my menu. He knew me too well, and I liked it that way. “And some breadsticks,” Edward finished, giving the man a nod.
The waiter looked at him and then turned to me before nodding in return and leaving us alone. I pursed my lips, looking down at the menu, trying to decide what was the cheapest and most appetizing thing on the menu. I felt guilty for Edward having to buy me lunch. But suddenly, Edward chuckled, causing me to look up from the long list of pasta in front of me.
“What?” I asked, my brow raised. Edward was obviously amused by something that I couldn’t see or hear.
“It seems that you’re pretty popular here,” he chuckled. I didn’t understand. What was he talking about? I had only ever been here once and that was with Charlie for his annual police Christmas party, last year. I hadn’t really enjoyed myself.
“What are you--” I started but was interrupted by redheaded waitress bring out our drinks and breadsticks. She primarily looked at Edward, and I could see a light smile from the side of her face. She was being dazzled just like I was. However, I scowled inwardly, hating that I would have sit quietly as another girl drooled over my fiancée.
“Here you are, Sir,” the waitress said kindly, still eyeing Edward. I rolled my eyes. I suddenly noticed that Edward wasn’t even looking at her, his eyes were locked with mine. I smiled as I saw an amused look in his eyes. He must have caught on that he was dazzling her. I bit my lip to fight back a giggle as he took both of my hands in his. “Can I get you something off the menu?”
“Yes,” Edward said, not looking away. He was trying to read my expression to find out what I was thinking. “I think my fiancée and I will share a meal.” I looked up at the waitress just in time to see her expression fall. She threw me an envious as she pulled out her pad to write our, or rather my, order on. “What’ll it be, Bells?” Edward threw me a quick wink, making my stomach do a flip.
“Erm…” I said, looking back down at the menu. I had been distracted by Edward and his stunning beauty. I guess you could say that I was trapped in his dazzling game. “How about the fettuccini linguini?” Edward handed her our menu’s in one swift motion, still watching me like a hawk. “You did it again,” I teased. I crinkled my nose at him, causing his eyes to light up.
“Dazzling you?” He asked, picking up my hand and taking in my scent again. He closed his beautiful eyes as I took an sharp intake of breath. The gold that instantly popped back out at me was stunning. I could still read the questioning glance in them, however. “What?”
“Don’t close them,” I admitted, taking my free hand and placing it on his cheek. I wished that we were somewhere more private, as I had a sudden urge to kiss him and never let go. We were lucky we weren’t in his room, or else I would have changed my mind on the original deal we had made back in the meadow. I traced his face with a shaky hand, taking him all in. I didn’t care who was watching any more. A light frown suddenly pulled at the corners of Edward’s lips, as my fingers made their way to his eyebrows.
“What?” I asked, not understanding this look. Edward’s emotions always seemed to change too quickly for me to keep up with. I suppose it had to do with his special ability to read minds. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Silly, Bella,” Edward said, shaking his head. His sweet smell drifted across the table to me, making my heart flutter. “You could never do anything wrong. I was just--I hate having to share you with others…”
“Share me with others? What are you talking about, Edward? I’m yours and nothing could take me away from you,” I said strongly, though I was stunned at his words. I had no idea where he had gotten that ridicules idea from. He knew that I was his as I was marrying him and having him turn me into a vampire so I could live with him forever.
“I know that,” Edward said, his eyes flashing up at something behind me. “But I hate that other people--if I could, I would lock you in my room and never let you out. At least I know you’d be safe there.” He sighed.
I let out a light laugh, knowing that he was being silly again. Edward always over thought things.
“I wouldn’t mind that,” I said with a smile playing on my lips. The thought of all Edward all the time sounded like an amazing idea. I did however fear that I would miss the feeling of the outside air after a while, and I would get hungry.
“Yes you would,” Edward muttered. He knew me too well. “I couldn’t do something that I knew would make you unhappy. Not after…”
“Edward,” I sighed, my hand on his cheek again. “You worry to much I--”
“Here you are, Miss,” the waiter interrupted, setting down a steaming plate in the middle of the table. “Would you like some extra parmesan? “
“No thank you,” I said, momentarily forgetting what I had been telling Edward. The man threw me a light smile before turning to leave. I cautiously pulled my coke toward me and took a long sip. I hadn’t realized how thirsty I actually was. I drank half of my glass of soda rather quickly.
“Thirsty?” Edward asked with a smirk, pushing his glass over toward me as I finished my own.
“Yeah,” I admitted, picking up my fork. My stomach growled again, the smell enchanted my nose, reminding me how hungry I really was. I stuck the fork into the depths of the pasta and picked up a rather large bite and put it in my mouth. Fire seemed to take over the inside of my mouth. I dropped my fork and started to wave my hand in front of my mouth. “Howt! Howt!” I said with my mouth full as Edward chuckled lightly.
“Oh, silly, silly, Bella,” he said, putting the straw of his coke up to my lips. I took it willingly; the cool liquid helped to ease the pain of my burning mouth. “You must be more careful. What am I going to do with you?”
“Lock me in a coffin?” I suggested after I had swallowed. Edward scolded at me.
“Funny,” he said shortly, leaning back in his chair and watching me eat.
I looked back up at him a few moments later, my mouth full of the pasta that I could barely taste because of the burns on my tongue. I swallowed, a question forming in my head.
“So have you ever met up with the Hohs?” I asked, wondering why the pack seemed to think that the vampires wouldn’t go in that territory.
“Once, but it was an accident,” Edward answered after looking thoughtful for a moment. “It was about 80 years ago.” I watched as he picked up his fork as a waiter walked by, pushing around the remaining pasta to make it appear as if he was eating.
I took another sip of my soda, and then a bite of pasta before I responded.
“Are they more dangerous than the Quileute? I mean, are they more hazardous to vampires?” I asked in a low voice. I was extremely interested in this story, though I could tell that Edward wasn’t happy about my interest.
“Defiantly,” he answered straight away. I could tell that he didn’t like hiding secrets from me any more, even though sometimes he though better of it. He looked down at his watch and then back up at me. However, my mouth was full again. I swallowed.
“Do think Alice is getting antsy?” I asked, knowing that he had said something about having to get back to discuss some more wedding plans. I groaned inwardly. Then it hit me; I was getting married in a week and a half. My pulse started to increase with a sudden onset of nerves. After that, I would never see my friends or family again. No Charlie, not Renee, no Jacob…
“Bella? Bella?” Edward asked, his eyes frightened and full of concern. “What’s the matter, love?”
I took a deep breath as I pushed the plate away from me. I was full. “I-I just realized that I have a week and a half left,” I stammered softly. I didn’t like have to admit that part to him. “I’m just nervous, don’t worry--We are not moving the date back.” I interrupted just as Edward opened his mouth to say something. “Nothing could make me change my mind.”
It was then that Edward’s phone rang again. He placed it up to his ear and then clicked it shut without saying a word, or at least that’s what it looked like.
“We should go,” he said quietly. Edward pulled out his wallet and laid a one-hundred dollar bill on the table before escorting me out the door. Before I could even comprehend what had just happened on the phone, the Volvo was flying up the Cullen’s long driveway.
We pulled in to see Alice practically dancing on the front porch. She met me at my door before Edward had even turned off the car. However, I wasn’t the first one to say anything.
“How long ago did it happen?”
- Chapter 1: Anxiety
- Chapter 2: Announcements
- Chapter 3: Considerations
- Chapter 4: Preparations
- Chapter 5: Hiding
- Chapter 6: A Twist in the Road
- Chapter 7: Circumstance
- Chapter 8: The Truth
- Chapter 9: The Dazzling Game
- Chapter 10: Shock
- Chapter 11: Surprise
- Chapter 12: Meet the Connors'
- Chapter 13: Manipulation
- Chapter 14: Beyond Repair
- Chapter 15: Arival
- Chapter 16: Bridal Torture
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