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Wolf's Girl

Summary:
This is a sequel to A CHANGE IN MONSTERS, so I would suggest reading that first. Bella/Sam


Notes:
Remember, No Emily.


8. Bella?

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Recap:

So,” I muttered, looking up at his face. “What’s it like? Being a vampire?”

Sam stiffened at my question, but brought his hand up to stroke my hair gently. “It’s… different,” he murmured. “But, I am willing to use all my strength to get past any glitch that comes about if it means I get to spend eternity with you, my love.”

“As you should,” I joked. We laughed quietly and then a silence enveloped us.

“So…” I started awkwardly.

“So,” he mimicked and we both burst out laughing.

“I missed you,” I murmured. “I never want to be apart from you every again! I may just die next time!”

“Don’t say that,” Sam told me quickly. “I would not joke about death.”

“What?” I asked. “Are you, Sam Uley, superstitious?” I saw him crack a smile.

“No,” he admitted. “But, I just don’t think that you should joke about things like death. To you it can mean one thing, but to another, it could mean a completely different thing.”

“Hmm… What does it mean to you?”

“Well, it’s a serious matter, Bella.” He paused before continuing again. “Do you know how awful I felt that I killed Edward? Your Edward? That made it so much worse. The fact that I had killed someone was enough to put me over the edge. But then I remember that that was your Edward that I killed, it makes it so much more worse!”

“Sam,” I whispered sympathetically. “That was a long, long time ago. Please, please do not worry about that now! And, he was not my Edward when you… killed him. I was yours.” He smiled sadly and I nudged him with my elbow.

“So,” I began. “Can you turn into a… werewolf still?” I was a bit awkward about this for some reason. I don’t know why, but it just seemed like a sensitive subject.

Sam sighed loudly and wrapped his arms tighter around me. I waited patiently for him to respond. He sighed once again before saying, “Bella… you have to understand.” He shut his eyes tightly. And, I knew. “It will not be easy for us, but, we will work through it… together.”

I closed my eyes gently, too and started nodding slowly. “I understand, Sam,” I told him almost silently. “We will work through it. And, I know that it will not be easy. But, what is love without a little challenge?”

He smiled brightly and leaned down to kiss the top of my head. I tilted my chin upward so that our lips met. It didn’t get very steamy, though, because someone started knocking on the door quickly.

“Bella!” I heard Rosalie call and I sighed with relief.

“Yeah?” I said.

“I thought that this was you. What are you doing in here? And, why can I smell a weird, unusual smell? It’s… different. It’s like a vampire smell and a werewolf smell all rolled into one.”

I laughed lightly and got off the bed walked over to the door. “Can’t you just break through the door, Rose? Or are you too afraid that you’re going to break a nail or something? Because, then Emmett could ram it.”

“Ha ha!” Rosalie muttered as I opened the door. “What are you doing in this room? We have our room upstairs. Did you get lost?” I didn’t laugh at her joke.

“No,” I answered seriously. “I just ran into an old friend.” Her eyebrows furrowed as she thought. She sniffed the air once more and a tiny look of recognition flitted across her face. She gracefully pushed past me further into the room. She stopped abruptly when she saw Sam lying across the bed.

“S-Sam?” she asked softly. This was one of the few times that I had seen Rosalie vulnerable. Her expression immediately cleared up and became angry. She marched over to Sam and slapped him across the face.

“How could you do this to Bella?” she screamed. “Do you know how much pain she went through?”

My eyes widened and I quickly ran over to Rosalie. I pulled her arms behind her back before she could slap Sam again.

“Rose!” I said sternly. “We have gotten past that. You and your anger can leave if that’s how you are going to control it! Please!” I gave her a pleading look. “Don’t, Rose.”

“Bella,” Rosalie said calmly, and I could tell it was taking every ounce of energy she could muster. “Can we go and talk?” I nodded, knowing that there was no way that I would be able to escape her. She would find a way to talk to me somehow.

Rosalie started walking out of the room quickly, into the hallway. I sighed and turned toward Sam. I rolled my eyes and kissed his forehead sweetly. “I’ll be back,” I told him. “Rose is just playing the protective sister… I think.” His whole body shook with laughter. I turned around and followed Rosalie out.

She was tapping her foot impatiently with her arms folded across her chest.

“What?” I asked, acting more aggravated than I really was. I started tapping my foot in sync with hers, folding my arms across my chest.

“Bella,” Rosalie started. “I thought you were angry at him!”

“Rose, I was never angry at him. I was more upset that he was a vampire.”

“You are just going to take him back?” she questioned, her eyes becoming sad.

“Nothing was taken away, Rose. I don’t have anything to take back. I all ready have everything that I need. Rosalie, I appreciate your concern, but I don’t need it. Everything is fine.”

“If you are sure, Bella. I just don’t want you to get hurt. Can you understand why I’m concerned for you?”

“Rose…”

“Bella? Can you?” she persisted.

“Yeah, yeah I can, but you don’t need to worry for me. It’s all under control. You have no need to worry.” I turned to walk back in the room, but Rosalie gripped my arm and turned me around again.

“I wasn’t finished,” she told me. “I also wanted to talk about something else. If you are willing to, that is. I don’t want this subject to hurt you and I definitely don’t want to barge in on your business.”

“Rose,” I groaned, getting slightly annoyed. “Just speak to me!”

“All right, don’t get mad though. I warned you ahead of time.”

“Rose!”

“Fine,” she huffed. “I was just going to ask if Sam had proposed. Or, if you two were ever planning on tying the knot.”

I froze. I was not expecting Rosalie to ask this. No one had asked about this. Sam and I hadn’t even talked about this subject yet. I had been so content with Sam and my relationship, that I had not even thought about taking the next step higher and getting married.

To say the truth, I was frightened about the idea. It scared me. What if Sam and I didn’t love each other like we had before we got married? What if our relationship fell apart? What if we weren’t ready?

“I don’t know if we are ready, Rose,” I told her.

“Bella,” Rose said, laughing a little. “You two have been in a relationship for more than fifteen year. I definitely think that you two are ready to get married. You two must love each other if you have lasted this long. I mean, there is no way for me to force you two into marriage. I just thought that I would bring up the subject.”

“Sam hasn’t asked yet,” I told her quietly. “It does not really seem like he intends to.”

“I am sure that he will, Bells,” she said. “One of these days.”

I smiled contently and hugged Rosalie hard before walking back into our hotel room.