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Angel

Summary:
Edward Cullen is a human. Bella Swan is a vampire. This is their story. It's only my second fan fiction, people. Please feel free to criticize it.


Notes:
I'm not really sure where I'm going with this... I think it'll be long, though.


9. Slumber Party Part 2

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Chapter Nine

EPOV

Bella came in just as I buttoned the top button of my pajamas. I whirled around to see her standing in the door, smirking. And I blushed.

“Hello, Edward,” she said quietly, not moving from the doorframe. Her eyes – they looked gold again – darted quickly around the room, resting on me, on the bed, on the floor, and back again.

“You can have the bed,” I offered quickly, running a hand through my hair and eyeing the carpet. It really didn’t look so bad. As far as carpets went, this one seemed fluffier and softer than the average.

She frowned. “No, you have the bed.”

I was taken aback by the steel in her voice. “No. I insist.” If there was one thing Carlisle had taught me, it was chivalry. “I have no problem with sleeping on the floor.”

Bella rolled her eyes. “Please, Edward.”

Her voice was cold, hard. Her eyes flashed like they did when she was clearly very angry with me. I shivered unconsciously, and she seemed to notice.

“No, Bella. Please. You must sleep on the bed. Carlisle said so.”

She glared at me for a moment, and I thought she was going to fight me. I was prepared to keep fighting, and then I thought about the men in the alley. Maybe fighting Bella wasn’t the best idea. Her clothes were still stained bright red with the blood of the man she killed.

I froze as she stared. But then she melted around the edges and sighed.

“Fine.” She collapsed back onto the bed, but did it gracefully.

“Rosalie might have some pajamas you could borrow,” I suggested awkwardly, snagging a pillow and dropping it onto the floor, thinking of the creepy factor of sleeping in a puddle of someone else's blood.

Bella gave me The Look again, and I sighed.

“You should sleep, Edward. You look dead on your feet.”

“You should sleep too.”

“I’m not tired.”

How bold was I feeling right now? I pursed my lips. “Could I talk to you then, instead?” I waited, trembling, for her response. I didn’t want to piss her off.

Her bone-white face paled slightly. “Edward, if it’s about the alley…” Her voice shook. She curled her legs up and rested her chin on her knee, staring at me anxiously. “I’m really… sorry about that.”

Bella sounded genuine. And not like she was about to rip off my head. My heart rate dropped a level and I leaned into the pillow. “No. I’m… I’m sure that’s fine. But why?”

She blinked. “Why? Not… not how? Not, are you crazy, Bella? Not what the hell are you doing with me you freak?

“No. Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why…” It sounded stupid to me. “Why did you bother? I’m not going to ask why you took it that far” – we both winced – “but why would you even try for me?” You hate me.

“I don’t hate you.”

Did I say that aloud? I blushed like a man. “It seems that way, too.”

She sighed. “Edward…”

“What?”

“I –” she seemed like she was ready to say one thing, but changed her mind. “I don’t hate you. I just have problems with my temper, and you aggravate me sometimes.”

“How, by saying hi? I’m sorry for being so aggravating. I’m sure I’m a million times worse than Mike Newton.”

“Oh!” A quick, sharp laugh. “Yes, Edward. You are a million times worse than Mike Newton. He’s just so…” her eyes became dreamy. “So much more manly than you. And I really enjoy how much he stalks me. It’s like he’s obsessed with me. It’s quite a turn on.”

It took me a minute to realize that she was joking. Made me feel like a real idiot, too. “Why do you hang out with him, then?”

“So many whys,” she murmured, playing absently with a strand of hair. “So many whys and no whats, no hows. You’re so different.”

“Different how?” There was a how for her.

“I don’t know. There’s just something about you that makes you stand out as particularly unobservant. It’s refreshing, but don’t let that go to your head.”

Unobservant? What, did she think that, just because I didn’t fawn over her as obviously as the rest of them, I didn’t notice how beautiful she was? “I resent that.”

“I’m not saying you’re stupid,” she said, almost lazily. I couldn’t help but to notice how, in spite of her calm, collected voice, her hands were still clenched tightly around her knees. Her knuckles were white from the pressure. “You’re just less pig-headed and blatant.”

Could she refrain, just once, from speaking in riddles? “I see,” I said, as coolly as I could manage. Not very coolly. It was hard to be disinterested when you spoke to the most beautiful, terrifying girl you knew. When she sat on your bed, staring at you…

“What?” she whispered, almost as if she noticed the way my heartbeat picked up again. I was sure I flushed, again. It was no wonder she thought me gay.

“Nothing, Bella.”

She snorted delicately.

I lay there quietly, wondering why I couldn’t just talk to her like a normal person. Yes, I was reserved, introverted, shy – more so than my siblings, at least. But there shouldn’t have been anything stopping me from getting to know her a little better.

“Edward?” she asked suddenly.

I jumped. I wasn’t used to her speaking to me voluntarily. And not so hesitantly, either. “Yes?”

“Do you um… talk in your sleep?”

“Excuse me?” I stared at her face, trying to find an explanation. She chewed her lip, her eyes wide and sincere. I didn’t see a joke in her face.

“Do you talk in your sleep?” She said each word significantly, carefully, as if I were slow.

“I don’t know,” I said distractedly. “Maybe? It depends on what I’m dreaming about. No one has ever slept with me. No one has ever told me.”

“Oh.” She sighed. “Edward?”

“What, Bella?”

“Go to sleep. I mean it. Go to sleep.”

“Okay.” Slightly bewildered, I lay back and closed my eyes. She switched off the light.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep for a while, so I listened to the sound of her breathing, which grew slow, deep, and steady. It lulled me into an uneasy sleep.