The Spirit Vampire
Bella Swan has moved to the small town of Forks in Washington State when her mother gets remarried. Not only does she meet Edward Cullen, a seventeen year old with a mysterious secret, but she finds that there's another girl living with her father (Charlie) - 17 year old Ally Peterman, a blonde, witty booklover with a mysterious secret of her own...
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5. Chapter 5
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The next few days saw the start of the strangest of things. And I’ve known my fair share of strange in my lifetime.
The next morning, I woke up with a person sitting on the edge of my bed.
“Bella!” I groaned as I caught sight of my alarm clock. 7:00am.
“I need to ask you a favour,” she began, moving closer. “Can’t you ask me at a decent time? I’m more likely to say yes then,” I mumbled back, rolling over. It was cold, like usual, and I had no intention of getting out of bed.
Something appeared in front of my face. With my eyes shut, I couldn’t see it, but I felt the warmth generating off it. And I could smell it.
“Coffee!” I purred, throwing the covers off and grabbing the mug before Bella took it away. “You’re my new best friend.”
Sneaking a glance at Bella, I muttered under my breath, scowling. “Am not.”
“So what’s this favour?” I asked lightly, setting the mug down on my desk. I yanked a dark grey long sleeved shirt off a hanger and over my head.
Bella fiddled with the embroidery on my bedspread. It was a simple flower pattern, something that Charlie had found in the attic for me. “Will you ride to school with me today?”
It came out as a mumble, her cheeks all red.
I raised my eyebrows.
“Isabella Swan,” I called her by her full name, looking at her incredulously as the realization hit me. “Are you scared of Edward Cullen?”
“No!” She yelled out, a bit too loud. “He just –” She trailed off, turning to inspect my bookcase.
“It’s okay Bella – I’ll ride with you.” I rolled my eyes while she wasn’t looking.” “But you have to take me to work after school.” I couldn’t help but laugh. Bella was afraid of Edward Cullen. Who would be afraid of Edward Cullen?
Not everybody has a strong, handsome –
“Has Charlie left?” I asked a little too loudly. Bella turned, looking a little startled. “He left an hour ago,” she answered. “You have a lot of books,” she mused, running her hands along the top shelf.
“I’ve collected them over the years. Most of them were my mothers’, but now I just pilfer them from the library,” I replied, hoping my voice sounded calm. Anything that had to do with my mother sent my voice pitch up a notch.
I laughed out loud at Bella’s shocked expression. “That’s where I work – the library. It doesn’t matter if I pinch the books. Plus they’re a load of rubbish anyway, so it’s not like the people of Forks are missing out on anything.”
Bella continued to look at me incredulously as we walked downstairs, school bags in tow. I grabbed a muesli bar from the cupboard, not wanting to forgo my usual breakfast routine. “What?” I asked her, biting into it.
Bella shook her head. “Nothing. Let’s go, or we’ll be late.” I rolled my eyes. “Whatever ever happened to late being fashionable?”
Most of the day passed in a blur – I was good at paying attention only when it was needed.
A pop quiz in Geography, an assignment handed out in English Literature – bloody Wuthering Heights again.
I made my way to the cafeteria at lunch time, pulling my battered copy of Emily Bronte’s ridiculous novel out of my bag. It hadn’t rained overnight, which meant I was more than likely able to sit outside by myself under one of the oak trees and read about Cathy’s moaning and moping over the wretched Heathcliff without getting a wet bum.
“Ally!” I turned as I zipped up my bag. Bella was walking quickly in my direction, breaking from where she had been standing in line with Jessica. I saw Jessica roll her eyes, and I resisted the temptation to pull a face. I was sixteen, not six.
“Hey Bella,” I replied, hoisting my bag onto my shoulder.
“Why don’t you come and sit with Jessica and me?” Bella had a look of pleading in her eye. I debated whether or not to tell her that Cullen hadn’t been in Geography today…
“Yeah, Bells, I’m sure Jessica would really love that,” I said sarcastically. A puzzled look came across Bella’s face. “I don’t get along well with Jessica. Or Lauren, or any of those girls,” I confessed.
“So where do you sit at lunch then?”
“Outside?” Bella’s voice sounded like it was questioning my sanity. “But it’s freezing out there!”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m used to the cold.”
Damn straight you better be.
I fought the urge to laugh aloud, covering it with a cough.
“Please Ally?” I liked Bella – a lot. I hesitated. I much preferred the quiet than Jessica’s whiny voice, but Charlie’s voice entered my head, an echo of the promise I had made him the other day.
I sighed. “Okay.” Bella grinned. I grabbed some lunch, and we made our way back over to Jessica, who had been filling the time talking with Mike Newton.
“Ally’s going to sit with us,” Bella announced, like it was some kind of achievement. “Cool,” Newton replied, a wide smile on his face. Jessica scowled. “Finally gracing us with your presence Ally? So noble of you.”
I laughed. “Well, I have to keep up the appearances Jessica. Can’t fool my public into thinking I’m gone.” Her scowl increased as we sat down.
I noticed it was all of Mike’s friends we were sitting with. Others joined too, as soon as they saw Jessica at the table. Eric Yorkie, Tyler Crowley, Lauren (I rolled my eyes. Woohoo!) and Angela amongst other people. Oh well. At least Angela was there – Angela could become best friends with a three headed dog and not be bothered about it.
“He’s not there,” Bella whispered in my ear. I looked at her to the table where the Cullen’s usually sat. There were four of them. “Don’t sound so panicked Bella,” I whispered in reply.
“You don’t think he didn’t come to school today because of me, do you?” I rolled my eyes.
“Maybe he thought it would be sunny and –”
I paused in mid sentence, realising what I had just said. My stomach flipped.
“What are you two whispering about?” Thank god for Mike Newton. I saw Jessica glowering in my peripheral vision.
“Planning our next attack in our plans for world domination, Mike.” My tone of voice made it sound like he should have known that. “We’re planning to build a snow-fort when the next snow falls. Are you going to join the dark side, or be a good little boy?” I wriggled my eyebrows mischievously.
The group, including Bella (who kept looking at the Cullens as if Edward would suddenly appear next to one of them), launched into a discussion about a snow war in the next fall, and I opened my book, biting into an apple.
Boy, did I know how to turn a topic around. Please, no clapping needed.
I was leaning into the back of my desk chair, a random Lucy Walker romance novel in my hand. The book was so utterly absurd that I would have laughed aloud if I hadn’t been in a library.
It was quarter past eleven, according to the loud and obnoxious clock on the wall. The only people to come in were two sophomores - Skyler and Tara - that I recognised. I watched their giggling backs head towards the shelves, my hand hovering warily over the telephone.
Usually a bomb squad was required when those two were together.
I looked up as a shadow leaned across the information desk. “This is bad,” Bella said when I looked up. She was leaning on the counter, head in her hands, elbows on the wooden counter.
“It’s more than bad. It’s terrible – a disgrace. I’m not even going to make you sign up.”
It was Saturday, and Bella had decided to tag along at work and check out the Forks Library. Yet the library was so badly stocked, that it only took fifteen minutes to check out both the fiction and non-fiction section.
“Maybe I’ll have more luck in Olympia or Seattle,” she sighed. I pushed the packet of Oreos I had over to her, watching as she took the actual biscuit apart and licked the cream out of the middle.
Something was bugging her. Or someone, more like it.
“Maybe he has the flu,” I suggested, closing the book and reaching for an Oreo. Bella hadn’t mulled over the Cullens – over Edward – in a couple of days. The last time I think, was on Monday, when she had asked Charlie about the quiet Cullen family.
“But what if he didn’t come to school because of me?” she sighed, reaching for another biscuit.
“Why would he miss a whole week of school just because of you? It’s not like you did anything wrong anyway,” I answered. As if Cullen hadn’t gotten on my nerves before. Now I was ready to throttle him.
Bella didn’t say anything, and I picked up my book.
“Mike and the others are planning some sort of beach trip in the next two weeks,” Bella said suddenly, breaking the silence. “They were talking about it at lunch.”
“I know.” Boy, did I ever. It was all Mike and Chris Guy talked about in Geography yesterday.
“Did you want to come?” I set my book down again, not looking at Bella.
“Er…” I couldn’t think of what to say. No sounded too mean. “It’d be fun,” Bella said. “I mean, beaches are meant to be hot and dry, but I’m sure we could have fun regardless.”
“I’m not really a beach person, Bella,” I replied apologetically. I felt guilty, but how could I explain to her that I was allowed – no, not allowed, couldn’t go to La Push?
“Not a beach person?” Bella raised her eyebrows.
“When I was six, I was sent to my first foster home. That was in Florida, and my foster parents had a beach house in the Keys. They took us there once – us being their actual kids and me. One of my foster parents’ sons pretended to be a shark and tried to bite me. I’ve hated the beach ever since,” I replied.
The story wasn’t a complete lie. It had actually happened, but I don’t hate the beach. Some days I longed for the beach and the sun.
“Wow. That’s cruel.” Bella accepted the story. “Oh well – I’ll tell you all about it anyway.”
She left a couple of minutes later, confessing that she had an email to write to her mother.
I shoved another Oreo into my mouth after she left.
“I want to go to La Push,” I grumbled.
Not on my watch you’re not.