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Bella Swan is in a very tight spot. On one side is her coven, the vampires who saved her life. On the other are the werewolves she has come to befriend. She herself is a vampire, but that doesn't change anything-to her. When more and more things start to pile up in Bella's life, will she be able to handle it? Or will she crack from it all and reveal the truth? The sequel to Faker. Banner by the one and only Iris!

So, this is the sequel to Faker! I hope you enjoy this!

27. Chapter 27

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Chapter 27

“See you later Bella!” Aaron called as he sped out of my driveway, zooming down the street and out of sight.

“And you criticize my driving,” a velvety voice said into my ear, arms snaking around my waist.

“Well, he only does that to annoy me,” I retorted with a lie. Aaron drove like a drunk to annoy me; he usually drove like Edward.

“Did you do something to annoy him?” he murmured into my hair, his cool breath sending shivers down my spine.

“Well, I didn’t, but Becka did. She broke his video game when he wouldn’t get up to see all the stuff she bought.”

He laughed. “She sounds a lot like Alice.”

I nodded. “Oh, they could be siblings if it weren’t for the age difference. They both love to shop, and are very hyper and bubbly.”

He spun me around, a crooked grin on his face. “Maybe they are related distantly. Though I can’t imagine anyone being as energetic as Alice.”

I laughed too. “Before I came here, I thought the same of Beck.” It was actually true. She had been the fireworks on the boring night. The life of the party, or should I say existence of the party. She wasn’t exactly alive.

“We should get them together than. It would be good for them, and the people around them,” he chuckled, his hands brushing my face gently.

“No!” I exclaimed. He looked at me with surprised eyes, and I quickly thought of an excuse other than Becka was a vampire and would do something stupid and get me in trouble. “If they were together, they would be a weapon of mass destruction.”

“Like all you’re bad luck?” he countered, pressing his forehead against mine. His eyes were a light, warm gold and I became lost in their depths. He leaned down, and gently pressed his lips to mine.

When I sighed, he pulled back. His eyes were very warm, and seemed to hold some relief in them. He held me in a tight embrace still though.

“I’m glad you’re back. It’s been a very long day and a half,” he murmured against my hair again.

“I didn’t have a choice in the matter exactly. I wanted to stay here with you, but apparently I get no say because I hate shopping,” I huffed, pulling back.

“I believe Alice holds the same sentiments,” he laughed. He did seem in a very good mood today. I still couldn’t believe my hold on him was as strong as his on me. It seemed impossible.

“Where’s Charlie?” I asked as he towed me up to my house. I couldn’t smell him around, and became worried.

“Oh, he went down to the station to help out. There was a small fire in town, and they wanted to make sure nothing was going to get out of hand,” he informed me in an airy voice.

“What happened?” I asked as I stepped inside, flicking the lights on. It was starting to get dark, rain on its way.

Edward followed me into the dark living room. I turned the lights on in there as well, illuminating the couch and television.

“The people who lived in the house had a short circuit, and the main fuse exploded. Nothing too bad,” he told me, pulling me down onto the couch next to him.

“When do you think he’ll be back?” I asked as his one hand stroked my hair, and his other grabbed the TV remote.

“I’m not sure. Maybe in a few hours,” he told me absently while he looked for a particular station.

I looked at him questionably. Edward never watched TV. Nothing in the human news could interest him normally.

He noticed my expression. “There’s something I wanted to see in Seattle; a large fire in an old building. Carlisle thought it might have been a fight between vampires.”

My eyes widened. So maybe leaving the fire going hadn’t been the best idea…”Do you know who it could have been?” I pressed, making my uncertainty appear to be fear.

He shook his head. “Many nomadic vampires pass through this area. None of us know that many vampires.”

I nodded. “Are you going to go up there?” I questioned.

He shook his head. “It isn’t our problem to deal with. If it were something bad, the Volturi would come and intervene,” he said, something rebellious slipping into his tone. I knew he didn’t want to see the Italian vampires any more than I did.

He turned to the TV, where a large fire spewed a large amount of smoke. A reporter was there, talking about how the building had been an old warehouse, and how police suspected it might have been arson. He was actually pretty close.

We watched the report, while Edward kept me close. I wasn’t sure if he was worried about something or not. The look in his eyes said he was.

I finally cracked and asked. As a commercial for some clothing store aired, I turned to him. “What’s wrong? You’re acting all anxious.”

He looked down at me, unsure of what to say. I knew he was thinking whether I needed to hear whatever he was saying.

“Well,” he finally began, “Alice has been having trouble seeing you lately. I know you haven’t been with the wolves—very often—so it couldn’t be them. Do you have any idea why?”

I shook my head. It seemed he was having Alice watch me lately. “I have no idea why that is. Maybe because my day to day choices haven’t changed?”

“That might be it.”

“But why does she have to watch me that much? For all we know, it could have been Victoria killed in that fire,” I said, very indifferent.

He regarded me for a moment. “It could have been, but we don’t know that. I just want to take precautions to keep you safe.”

I nodded, glancing out the window. It was just beginning to rain; the small droplets of rain gently fell against the window, sounding like small fingers knocking against it.

Edward leaned down and kissed my forehead.