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Eight Days

Summary:
Its eight days before the wedding, and not only is Bella coninually loosing her balance, but she has found out about Edward giving Jacob the invitation... continueing on, when a strange apperance from more than one character arrives in Forks. For the right or wrong reasons?


Notes:
err, this was done on the spot, so excuse the fact that its rushed also, this was really done just so i ould have something up on my account I supose that i have some more ideas for this, but it could take a while for moe to actually put pen to paper...


2. Charlie

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Edward stayed still as Charlie walked into the room, and I don’t think it was just me who felt the whole room stiffen.

“Edward.” Charlie inclined his head.

“Charlie.” Edward said back, at least less frostily that my dad.

“Dad, I didn’t quite get inside in time to start your dinner.” I explained to him, while he disappeared from the room to hang up his belt and jacket.

“Oh. Well, I never got to tell you Bella, but we’ve…well to say…I’ve been invited to dinner already.” This was the reason he was walking from the room, to avoid any unwanted arguments. But it suited me fine.

“Who with.” I said coolly, leaning back against the counter.

“Old friends. Some of them are coming to the wedding.” He finished tiding his jacket in an attempt to hide himself from me. “I hope that’s not a problem honey.”

“No-it makes it easier cooking for myself. It means I don’t have to think of something extravagant.” It really wasn’t a worry.

“Oh. Good.” He smiled happily at me as he trudged back into the kitchen. “And, I got given this at the desk today. It got muddled up in the post, so they gave it to me to give to you.” He pulled an envelope out his pocket and showed it to me.

“Thanks dad.” I took it from his grip. “Did you err…get the stuff?” I hoped he’d get my drift about the outfit he was going to wear to the wedding.

“Yes.” He nodded. “I think I’m going to go and get a clean jacket, then I’ll go and meet the guys.” He walked out the kitchen.

“He’s hiding something.” I said to Edward. And then refocused on the letter. “Let’s see what they’ve said then.” I proceeded to rip the flap off the envelope. I unfurled the folded paper.

“Edward-are you even here?” I said to him. I couldn’t see him out the corner of my eyes. When he didn’t answer, I looked up, turning my head to find him. “Edward?”

“I’m here.” He chuckled and placed a hand on my shoulder. The laugh sounded slightly off, but I didn’t question it.

“Good.” I scanned the letter, including the crawl of a signature. What did that remind me of?

“I know that name.” I stabbed the paper sharply.

“You should, look.” Edward pointed to some words in the first paragraph which I had skipped. “But she can’t come.”

“Who?” I scanned the article again. “Dearest Isabella. I am afraid to say that I am not able to inform to your wedding on the fifteenth. I am already associated at another event. I know that we haven’t seen each other in many a year, but I must meet you on another set date…I must know her.” I frowned in concentration of trying to remember. “Well, whoever she is, I can’t meet her after then. I’ll be to preoccupied on my own events.” I smiled up at Edward.

“Silvia. Where have I heard that name.” he frowned himself.

I clicked my fingers. “Silvia. My ‘aunt’. Really she’s my grandmother’s brother’s daughter’s cousin’s something. She’s really quite closely related. I bet it was Renée who gave her the invitation.” I laughed.

“Oh. Well, now you’ve found the missing link, why don’t we go and grab something to eat. For Celebratory reasons of course.” Edward pulled up a smile, the confusion gone from his eyes-that or very well hidden.

“What you up for? A Grizzly or two?”

He raised an eyebrow at me; I knew he didn’t like my jokes about his eating habits, the ones about eating live animals at least.

“Dad- I’m going to go out for a meal. I’ll be back by nine thirty.” I promised him as he thumped down the stairs, loud even for a human.

“Sure.” Charlie said, beating me to the door. “I’ll be back by ten.” He looked at Edward sharply, as if posing him with a threat about not being home on time.

“Nine-thirty on the dot.” Said Edward as Charlie opened the door, and closed it behind him.

“Let’s go then.” I said eager to get outside-the room was getting too hot for my liking. I pulled him by the hand, and willingly he came along behind me, although if he wasn’t willing I didn’t stand a chance against his strength.

We both strode to my truck, before I was again whisked up into his arms. Quickly, seeing as Charlie wasn’t there anymore, he sped around the truck, pulling open the door fluently. I watched him race around the front of the car again, little more than a blur. He opened his side and closed it again, starting the car in the same movement.

“You found the keys?” I left the question open.

“Left pocket.” He said casually, but a smile pulled his perfect lips up. I leaned back in my seat and sighed happily.

“Where to?” I asked him as he started the engine and we pulled out of the driveway.

“A place a little out of town. But if your truck went faster, maybe we’d get there before next Tuesday.” He strained the engine to make a point.

“Careful!” I warned him, looking down at the truck whining in protest.

“Really-you just need a nice, speedy car. Something better than this.” He looked pointedly at the truck too.

“Honestly-how can you say that? This car has character! I don’t need a high-speed, flash, ultra-sophisticated,”

He reached over and covered my mouth with his. The truck didn’t swerve an inch as he kissed me. I felt my eyes go wide with shock as his attention left the road.

“Edward!” I mumbled at him, desperate for him to return himself to the road. Even with his powers, I didn’t find it comforting that he didn’t look at the road.

He pulled away gradually, chuckling as he did so. “Were you scared?” he taunted.

“Yes!” I practically yelled at him.

“Good.” He laughed again. I folded my arms across my chest, angry with him. Underneath, I was happy that he was so open to kissing me now, with out so much on his precautions that he had set up to contain his vampire senses. But again I was nervous. The few times he had kissed me with out warning, bad things had followed. He’d kissed me more than once when he thought there was the chance we weren’t going to see each other again. The pain of the hole he had once left me, flaring at the edges. Just remembering that pain brought me back to reality.

“Edward. Stop the car.” I demanded; my voice a little more than a whisper.

He didn’t pursue the reason until he was on the side. “Bella, what is it?”

I stared ahead. He would tell me what was coming-if there was anything at all. Edward told me these things-right? I was trying to reason with myself. But what about with Victoria-shiver-was here. He never told me then.

“You’d tell me if there was trouble?” I asked weak even to my own ears.

“Yes.” He replied, nodding slowly. I looked at him, and he stared back at me. But I wasn’t really looking at him, and I’m sure he was the same too. There was a picture between us, and I was remembering Victoria in all her glory.

Her flame red hair swirled, as a vicious snarl was erupting from her chest. But even as I coward against my seat over the invisible image, it was changing. I had never seen anything as beautiful as Edward or his family before; their inhuman features perfect and flawless.

Or had I?

The picture merged, the long hair receding into her head, becoming a chestnut colour, gleaming and shinning in the imaginary light. The skin was pale, but that was because she’d been in the ‘rainier’ countries for so long. Her long and statue body always covered in long coats or long sleeved shirts and gloves, hiding any skin, along with brimmed hats plus bug sunglasses. People would shy away from her at the few occasions that she managed to get too. But her eyes were the most obvious feature, disguised to a dull brown, but when caught in the light flash dangerously to-

“Red.” I whispered.

“Bella?” Edward was looking at me, panic in his eyes. “Bella, it’s ok. What’s wrong? What’s Red?”

“Silvia.”

“What?”

“Edward.” I gulped. “Edward-my aunt’s a vampire.”