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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...


3. Family

Rating 4.5/5   Word Count 2119   Review this Chapter

Edward looked at me, confused with my words. I blinked up at him, regaining myself. Maybe I was over reacting…Okay-that wasn’t going to work. Silvia was a vampire. A vampire who, by the look in her red eyes, like the smell of humans. But she hadn’t ever tried our family. Not once had she tried to get me. I was sure of it. The worst that had happened was at the beach and a seagull took my ice-cream.

“Wow-that’s a way to ruin an evening.” I said, and smiled at him. There wasn’t anything to be scared off. The way Edward was looking at me, perhaps another matter. He was stiff in his seat, but overlooking my shoulder. I waited patiently.

“Edward? Edward, its okay. She never tried anything. Never.” My voice was back to its original pitch. He didn’t move, still searching behind me, looking for an answer.

“Edward?” I moved my head in front of him, which is when I realised another sound, could be heard. I had thought it was the engine, but it was too quiet, and it originated from the person behind the wheel.

“Edward!” I snapped. He was growling quietly. “Edward-she never hurt me and she’s not coming!” I put my arm on his shoulder, even though if he wanted to, he could easily shake me off.

“Nothing to do with vampires.” He snarled, springing around in his seat and starting the engine. Which whined heavily.

Another growl emulated from him. “Can’t out run it.” He muttered.

“What Edward?” if he didn’t cut it out now…

“Dog!” He barked at me. I snapped my hand away and huddled in my seat at his sudden sharpness at me. “Bella-no I never meant-” he tried to apologise to me but something caught his trained eye again and another rip let it’s self from him. He retried to contain himself, looking back at me.

“Edward-who is it?” he knew the real reason behind my answer. He didn’t reply, which wasn’t a good sign. “Can you run?” I asked him, hopeful, and trying to get memories with Edward and the werewolves out my head.

“No. Especially not carrying you. They’re built for us.” He was keeping his voice even. I made my arms move to hug around his neck. One of his protectfully touched my back, holding me close. The sound from his chest was dying slowly, and with my ear pressed against him, it was easier to hear them dye out completely. “Have they gone?” I asked.

“Yes.” He said, trying the key again. The engine still didn’t want to start. Again his hands flashed, turning the key. Finally the engine came to life. With out letting go of me, he flung his foot on the pedal and we rocketed forwards, pushing my truck a little too far. I knew we wouldn’t make it to the restaurant, and he would either take me home or to his house. Seeing as I didn’t want to see Alice after blowing her off, I hoped it was the former.

As we rolled back across the road, ideas were forming in my head, without my consciousness to even form any reasons. Jacob wouldn’t be looking for me. He wouldn’t have been the one out there. Edward went silent because it was one from the pack. Neither side liked the other, so it was Edward’s dislike to all of them. Not Jacob. He wouldn’t want to see me.

We rounded the corner I always missed. 'Great-now Alice' my mind thought interupting my frame of questions. We pulled our way up the long drive way, and Edward parked the truck straight outside the front doors. He pulled me with him as he bundled me into his arms and raced indoors at a break neck speed. No one greeted us as we streaked up the main entrance, continuing up the stairs and into Edwards’s room. He pushed me onto the bed, and turned back to the door.

“Alice!” he called an edge to his voice.

She was at the door in seconds. “What?”

“Dog- I mean werewolf.” I knew he was trying to stay polite in front of me, refraining from calling the wolves’ words. “Outside of town. We had to pull over while Bella said some family history.”

“I gathered.” She said tapping her head. “But then I lost you.”

“The werewolves. I think there was just one of them.” His voice was getting faster. I saw him fix Alice in the eye, and then nod once before shaking his head. “No-they didn’t attack. I don’t know why they were there first.” It was next to impossible to make out what he was saying.

“Bella-that means you staying over.” Alice looked down at me, hunched over the bed. I then realised with a stab of guilt, that it was probably my fault for the wolves to follow me. Because of Jacob.

“I can’t-Charlie said he’d be back by ten.” I shook my head, more pronounced than Edwards sneaking attempt to stop me realising what Alice and him had been talking about.

“Well-Edward’s gone on the late camping trip with Emmett and Carlisle and Jasper. Rosalie and I want to give you a make over with Esme here. I’m going to go and wait for him, and explain why I am hijacking your clothes.” She ran form the room in a flash.

“Alice!” I yelled after her. There wasn’t a shred of hope that she’d come back, but I didn’t think she hadn’t heard me. “Edward, are you okay?”

“Yes.” He replied. Looking at the door for a second before turning to me. “I won’t let them hurt you Bella.”

“They wouldn’t anyway.” I said simply. After a second, I was chorused by my human stomach.

“Come on then.” Said Edward, holding an outstretched hand towards me. He gave me one of his perfect smiles; pulling up one side of his mouth. The feeling didn’t quite reach his eyes.

I stood up and grasped his hand, walking at a human pace down the many stairs and into a kitchen. This was another artificial need. The Cullen’s didn’t need a kitchen as their hunting happened outside for most of the time. Inside was what every state of the art kitchen would have. We walked over to the towering fridge, and Edward opened it. The ice-box was filled to the top with food.

“Edward-I don’t mean to be rude, but human’s don’t eat that much.”

“Help yourself.” He instructed, dropping my hand and leaning against the opposite wall.

“I don’t need anything.” I lied as my stomach thought otherwise. Damn-couldn’t I lie even about that?

“I can wait.” He told me calmly, a hint of humour in his voice. I turned around again and observed the fridge. I stuck my hand inside and pulled out a ready made sandwich. Unwrapping it out of the plastic covering, I took a bite and smiled at him.

“Happy?” he gave me a small smile back. “Where am I crashing?” I asked him, taking another bite.

“My room.” He said, as if it was obvious.

“And you?” I chewed.

“Well, if you don’t want me to…” he tried to stop pain shooting up his face. I rolled my eyes at him.

“I mean with half a dozen vampires with more than adequate hearing.”

“What, I thought you wanted that after…you mean…” he trailed off again.

“No, but I wanted to ask you about what you were telling Alice up in your room, along with a few more practiced questions. Without being disturbed. Oh and I expect that even if Alice can use her magic on Charlie, he’ll want to call me as soon as she’s left.” I studied my watch. He would be getting home in a few minutes.

“Okay-I guess that you could use my phone to call him.” He threw the phone at me, but caught it mid-air, instead handing it to me. “I forgot how prone you are to drop things,” he explained. “Alice will bring the clothes around soon, so when she’s dressed you up again, I’ll tell you anything. She said something about her and Jasper…”

“You mean, you read her mind about it?” I asked, now finishing my food and putting the wrapper in my pocket, the phone in my other palm.

“Sort of.” He smiled at me. “But I can also see what she’s got planned for you to take your mind of those…wolves.”

“Now that’s unfair.” I pouted. “You know I hate being a prototype for your sister’s fashions.” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“You can enjoy it.” I frowned and walked from the kitchen. “Esme?” I then called out. She was there in seconds, hugging me tightly, as if she hadn’t seen me this morning.

“Yes Bella?”

“I hope you don’t mind me staying here. Edward and Alice decide to kidnap me too often for their own good.”

“Bella, you know I’m always glad to see you.” She gave me yet another hug.

“Is Rosalie okay with it.” I whispered in her ear, as quietly as I could. I don’t think Rosalie could have heard me upstairs, but I knew Edward would of at least.

“She’s fine.” Esme nodded. “But you should know that she’s going to be out anyway. Emmett has an idea to surprise her.” It sounded like another honeymoon to some distant location to me. I didn’t mind, Rosalie and myself were being neutral towards each other, perhaps even friends. And with Emmett down, there was one less person to laugh at me.

“Thanks. Without Emmett means I can think of a plan to bring him down.” I laughed, as a big hand rested on my shoulder.

“Pardon?”

“Emmett!” I nearly screeched, stopping at the last second. “Don’t do that to me!” He grinned wildly, taking his cold hand off my shoulder.

“Rose, c’mon. Bella will turn into a tomato if we don’t leave soon.” He smiled down at me, and I could feel my skin burning along my cheeks.

A beautiful figure came down the stairs. “But why?” she asked, pretending not to know anything while her long blonde hair, tide back behind her, bobbed and shined.

“I want to show you something. It’s off in the city though.” He waited with out stretched arms, which she glided into gracefully. They both turned and left out the front door.

“Bella-next time move the truck.” Said Emmett’s voice. I guess he nearly tripped over it. Maybe I should do that more often…

“Carlisle and I can go out if you wish.” Said Esme in my ear again. I blushed harder.

“N-no, really, there’s no need for t-that.” I stuttered.

“I do need a few new clothes though. It would be nice for the two of us to go…” she said absentmindedly. Perhaps she wasn’t thinking along those lines after all. The blush didn’t recede though, and I was thankful that she turned and appeared to vanish as she sped upstairs. I didn’t dare to look at Edward.

She came back down a few minutes later, the time it took me to wonder to the piano stool and stare blankly at the keys. I looked up as she entered the room, slowing down for my human eyes to adjust to her.

“Carlisle is coming in about twenty minutes. I’m going to go out and get ready. He doesn’t want to see the shopping part.” She rolled her eyes at me, like even as a Vampire, men still didn’t change. I was surprised at her openness, but Esme was always open towards me.

She vanished from the room, while a second later, Alice glided into the room, dancing like she was on ice. On her back was a pack of clothes, which later she’d probably question me about how long I had had them. She grinned down at me, looking at the phone still in my hand.

“No need to call him. It’s all covered, now come on-I have to do something about your hair. Just pulling it back into a pony-tail isn’t showing any effort.” She ran over to me, still smiling broadly. I groaned.

“Edward, take the clothes. Do something useful with them, like burning them or something.” She held out the pack which I guess must have been taken by Edward. “May I?” she asked me.

“Always the one to ask.” I told her. “But I think I may take all the time I need to walk up.”

“Come on!” said Alice, impatient as always when it came to giving me a make over. “I’m leaving at eleven.”

“Surely you should get yourself made up, Jasper would love that.” I doubted if she needed make up of any kind judging by her appearance. “And I’m going to have to rub it-I mean take it off straight after.” I had given it a shot. I heard Edward laugh behind me and my face glowed. I still hadn’t gotten over what had just happened.

“Come on.” She dragged me by my arm, my feeble pulling no match to her incredible strength.