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Inexplicable

Summary:
Jasper is on the hunt for Bella. This time, Edward is by Bella's side - but there is no telling for how long Edward can keep her safe... Don't read Inexplicable until you've (In order) read:
1.) Tears Don't Fall
2.) Unforgettable DISCLAIMER: All characters, real or fake, or content taken from the twilight series belong to Stephenie Meyer. This story is a result of my untamed imagination. Please don't sue me.


Notes:
This is going to be interesting... Please review!


8. Chapter 8

Rating 5/5   Word Count 585   Review this Chapter

The air in London was cold and bitter and whipped against my face as Edward and I piled into the back of a cab. Despite the cabbie’s constant shouting at the traffic and his better judgment, Edward decided not to steal a car. He explained that a fast car would not have made a difference in the traffic jam. So I sat contently in his arms and waited patiently for the cab to inch forward.

The cab driver followed Edward’s directions but kept on making those little twists and turns into unknown streets and alleys so the meter on the dashboard would keep on going up. Edward tossed him a wad of British money through the partition when we finally arrived our destination. Edward waited patiently as I fumbled with my seatbelt.

Emmett and Rosalie were already there, waiting for us in the lightly falling snow. Rosalie stood solitarily under a black umbrella, while Emmett had his hands in the pockets of his jacket, the snow staying in flake-form in his hair. “She’s here.” Rosalie said, obviously pleased that Esme was around. I did my best to not cringe when she gave me one of her icy stares.

“Is Carlisle here as well?” I asked Edward as he escorted me up the path. He nodded slowly, eyes staring straight ahead.

Edward opened the door to the large mansion. On the way over, he had explained that Carlisle owned numerous estates in England, and the house we were in now was one of them. The inside smelled like lemon detergent and was well lit. Carlisle and Esme were dressed in casual jeans and t-shirts, their fingers interlocked. As soon as she saw me, Esme let go of Carlisle’s hand and walked gracefully towards me.

“Bella,” She said, embracing me in a stone hug. I hadn’t seen her since the wedding, and I was glad to see her now. Esme smelled almost as good as Alice had. “I’m so glad that you’re healthy.”

“Thank you, Esme,” I said, flushing. Carlisle flashed me a warm smile from where he stood. I smiled back at Carlisle, thankful that he had saved my life.

“Is Jasper around?” Carlisle asked casually. Edward’s jaw tightened.

“No.” Edward answered mechanically. I felt his cold arm wind around my waist. “He was following us on the way to Oregon.” Carlisle didn’t ask anymore. Edward led me to the staircase that led upstairs into a brightly lit hallway.

Then he opened the door to another room. It was decorated almost exactly like his bedroom in Forks. I felt at peace here. I made my way to the black leather couch and collapsed into his exhaustedly.

“Are you hungry?” Edward asked, seemingly more aware of my human traits than I was.

“Just a bit.” I said, patting my rumbling stomach. Hours ago, on the plane, all I could bring myself to eat was a small, buttered roll that tasted like paper. Edward gave me a crooked smile, and then he was gone.

A tasseled pillow sat on the couch next to me. I picked it up, and wound my fingers through the knots. Something creaky sounded in the background. I twisted my head around, and gasped in shock.

Jasper stood only a few feet from me, stepping closer and closer. I saw the hunger in his eyes.

“Hello, Bella.”