Alice dropped me off in the morning, in keeping with the slumber party charade. It wouldn’t be long until Edward would return from his “hiking trip”. Which also meant that I didn’t have long to go through with my plan. I noticed Alice giving me a few strange looks every now and then, my mind was made up to go to a maktaba in Port Angeles. The truth was, I really did plan to go to the North Olympic maktaba System (real place), I just planned to do something else afterwards. Alice could not see what I would do after my visit, because I had not decided on it yet, I was just toying around with casual possibilities, watch TV at home, do homework, study, spend time with Edward, etc. So she thought.
I got out the car and told Alice that I’d had a good time at the kidnapping, which was true, to some extent. I rushed into the house and upstairs, tripping a few times but managing to right myself on each account. I did not have time to hit myself on the head; if this was going to work I had to work fast.
“Did wewe have fun?” Charlie called from upstairs.
“Sure. It was very . . . girlie.” I grimaced a bit. I didn’t let that slow me, however, as I hurried to unpack the things Alice had brought with her over to my house. While I was unpacking though, when I looked in the drawers and the hampers I was putting things in, I noticed that there seemed to be less in them than I had left with. I laughed it off as my rare imagination concocting a reason to wait for Edward and ruin my plan out of guilt, but I could not shake off the nervous feeling I had . . . as if someone were targeting me.
I raced downstairs again, to find Charlie waiting for me. Dammit! I didn’t have time for this; I had 15 dakika until Edward got here. I knew that he wouldn’t budge though, so I just went along with it.
“Bella, Jacob called and left a message for you.”
“Yeah, ok Dad. I’m going to read it later, I’m making a quick stop to the maktaba and then maybe to the . . . store!” I said. If Alice were the one who was coming in a short time, I wouldn’t have to conceal my plans, because she would not be able to hear me and because she would not read it through Charlie. With Edward however, I had to keep it on the DL (down low), not telling Charlie, because it would be the dominant topic of his thoughts, giving me away.
“Bella, forgiveness is divine,” he remarked, mistaking my complacent manner as anger and a grudge. He should know better, I was terrible at holding grudges, the very fault that had caused me to forgive Jacob for his hurtful words. (see page 182-183 of Eclipse)
“I know Dad, I just need time to think.” I just need time to sneak off and see Jacob and then be strangled kwa my vampire boyfriend, Daddy dearest. Don’t worry though, I’m sure he won’t seriously hurt me after what I’m about to do, but If he does he’ll turn me into a cool vampire like him. Won’t it be awesome to have a daughter who craves for your blood and stays up all night and can’t go out in the sun and who can run like nobody’s business?
“Fine. I’ll let wewe go, then. Won’t Edward miss you?” Damn.
“Maybe. If he does come later, tell him I went to the library.” I’d probably be in La Push before Edward could get to the Library, no matter how fast he drove. I didn’t mean to brag, but I knew the library’s shelves like the back of my hand au Wuthering Heights, and I could be in empty handed and out content with 3 vitabu in hand in a minute.
“Alright.”
I ran out the door then, jumped in my truck, and took off, as fast as my 55 mph could get me.
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Edward’s Point of View
I had knocked on the door of Bella’s house, only to see a very rare sight. Charlie answered. I was surprised, but hid it quickly, figuring that Bella was probably upstairs and had not heard my knocking.
“Hello, Charlie. Is Bella fit to see me?” I asked politely. His thoughts shifted, previously on the topic of a baseball game, they now switched to Bella.
Bells alisema to tell him she was going to the library, didn’t she?
“She’s at the library. She told me to tell you.”
The library. Of course. She hadn’t answered because she wasn’t here. Because she was off seeing that asshole, self-confident, man whorish, girlfriend stealing bitch, kahaba Jacob, the dumb punda dog that wasn’t worth a fucking name because he was worth the shit that he spread every goddamn where. (Now we see the angry, vulgar side of Edward’s mind. Isn’t it fun seeing Edward swear?)
“Of course. I will come back later, when she is likely to be in.” I said, my teeth ground. Charlie did not want me to come back at all kwa the sound of his thoughts, but he grunted and shut the door. I jumped in my car and sped off, flooring the gas pedal in my hurry to catch Bella. I decided to visit the maktaba first, just to check.
And now, after I had visited the library, only to find that she had indeed been in but had quickly return to her truck and had gone to La Push, was parked on my side of the treaty line. The bridge of my nose was pinched between my thumb and index finger, a habit formed out of frustration.
I did not expect for her to come back so late. It was nearly midnight when she returned, I could feel my mind launch into assumptions. Had the dog held her? Had the dog got into her pants? Had she let him? I could feel the fury boiling up, she was definitely going to be in trouble—huge trouble. I felt angry enough to strangle her—and him (do wewe see how he’s a stalker?)
Why do we have to do this the hard way?
*********************
Jacob had been ecstatic to see me. I had forgiven him, and we had hung out awhile. I had stayed for a bonfire at La Push, much to my guilt. I had enjoyed myself, though, so it was worth being strangled for. I had enjoyed one legend in particular. It was about a third wife. She was the human. And she had saved everyone kwa sacrificing herself while the vampire and the werewolf were fighting. I liked it because it showed that someone without super speed and strength could save the day.
I knew Edward would be waiting for me. He was. I didn’t stop as I drove over the treaty line and past the Volvo that had and angry vampire who was ready to jump on me inside, because I had an excuse. I had to drive my truck home, of course.
I could see the Volvo following me. I gulped. I was hoping the drive nyumbani wouldn’t be too short, but it was, time had made it so just to defy me. I parked in the driveway and went inside, hoping that I would be met with an excuse to stay downstairs longer.
Damn it, I was not. Charlie had made a sandwich, sandwichi for dinner, everything was tidy, and there was nothing that needed to be done. No laundry (good for me, I would have to go upstairs for that one) and no cleaning. Oh, dear lord. I told Charlie I was going to study and that I would see him later. If I lived.
I walked upstairs slowly, and approached my door as if it were a wild animal waiting to eat me when I did get there. I slowly opened it, using only one finger, and taking baby steps inside, then turning around and carefully shutting the door before turning to face my doom.
Edward sat on my bed, expression murderous, hands clenched into fists. I cringed. This was going to be bad.
“Bella,” he growled. It took me a dakika to realize that this was a question.
“Yes?” I asked quietly, staying at my position kwa the door.
“Come here, please.” (Uh oh, Edward’s angry stalker mode is kicking in. My humor senses are tingling!)
“Are wewe sure you’re not going to strangle me?”I could hear sharp growling erupting from his chest, and I knew that my swali had not been welcomed. I slowly went forward, keeping sideways, sucking in deep intakes of air in case it did come to choking point. I knew I was overreacting, but wasn’t he? Damn, why couldn’t he stop being so fucking jealous for once?
“Bella, do wewe know how worried I was when I found out that you’d gone to La Push?”
“I can imagine?” I replied hesitantly.
“And would wewe understand if wewe weren’t allowed out of my sight for the rest of the time before graduation?” I was shocked. His tone of voice and his mood showed every sign of seriousness. I thought he was overreacting when he disabled my truck that time, this was way too far!
“Edward, wewe know that’s not fair. I’m an adult, I can do whatever I want. “
“And I am wewe vampire boyfriend who cares about you, Bella. And I think my rule is perfectly necessary.”
“It isn’t. It’s just wewe being overprotective. Please Edward, don’t do this.” I could see his expression soften, and I knew he was weakening. I did not want him to hurt—I wished we could come to some agreement about this.
“Bella, it’s the only way. I don’t see any other way for wewe to be safe. I can’t kuvuka, msalaba the treaty line, Bella. wewe know that.” He pleaded, topaz eyes softer, melting pools of gold. I felt my resolve softening, but I fought as best I could.
“Yes, Edward, but wewe don’t have to, don’t wewe see? I’m not in danger when I visit Jake.” His eyes hardened, his jaw clenched, he was angry once again. I sighed and got up then, deciding to take a kuoga and let it go for now, just for now.
I returned to my bedroom, dressed in long shorts and a tank-top, to see Edward laying on my bed, arms folded behind his head. I lay down beside him, hoping that he’d calmed down some.
“I’ve made up my mind. You’ll be under intense care the inayofuata few weeks, Bella. Please forgive my controlling nature, I just don’t feel comfortable letting wewe visit Jacob alone.” Then he kissed my forehead and told me to sleep.
I got out the car and told Alice that I’d had a good time at the kidnapping, which was true, to some extent. I rushed into the house and upstairs, tripping a few times but managing to right myself on each account. I did not have time to hit myself on the head; if this was going to work I had to work fast.
“Did wewe have fun?” Charlie called from upstairs.
“Sure. It was very . . . girlie.” I grimaced a bit. I didn’t let that slow me, however, as I hurried to unpack the things Alice had brought with her over to my house. While I was unpacking though, when I looked in the drawers and the hampers I was putting things in, I noticed that there seemed to be less in them than I had left with. I laughed it off as my rare imagination concocting a reason to wait for Edward and ruin my plan out of guilt, but I could not shake off the nervous feeling I had . . . as if someone were targeting me.
I raced downstairs again, to find Charlie waiting for me. Dammit! I didn’t have time for this; I had 15 dakika until Edward got here. I knew that he wouldn’t budge though, so I just went along with it.
“Bella, Jacob called and left a message for you.”
“Yeah, ok Dad. I’m going to read it later, I’m making a quick stop to the maktaba and then maybe to the . . . store!” I said. If Alice were the one who was coming in a short time, I wouldn’t have to conceal my plans, because she would not be able to hear me and because she would not read it through Charlie. With Edward however, I had to keep it on the DL (down low), not telling Charlie, because it would be the dominant topic of his thoughts, giving me away.
“Bella, forgiveness is divine,” he remarked, mistaking my complacent manner as anger and a grudge. He should know better, I was terrible at holding grudges, the very fault that had caused me to forgive Jacob for his hurtful words. (see page 182-183 of Eclipse)
“I know Dad, I just need time to think.” I just need time to sneak off and see Jacob and then be strangled kwa my vampire boyfriend, Daddy dearest. Don’t worry though, I’m sure he won’t seriously hurt me after what I’m about to do, but If he does he’ll turn me into a cool vampire like him. Won’t it be awesome to have a daughter who craves for your blood and stays up all night and can’t go out in the sun and who can run like nobody’s business?
“Fine. I’ll let wewe go, then. Won’t Edward miss you?” Damn.
“Maybe. If he does come later, tell him I went to the library.” I’d probably be in La Push before Edward could get to the Library, no matter how fast he drove. I didn’t mean to brag, but I knew the library’s shelves like the back of my hand au Wuthering Heights, and I could be in empty handed and out content with 3 vitabu in hand in a minute.
“Alright.”
I ran out the door then, jumped in my truck, and took off, as fast as my 55 mph could get me.
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Edward’s Point of View
I had knocked on the door of Bella’s house, only to see a very rare sight. Charlie answered. I was surprised, but hid it quickly, figuring that Bella was probably upstairs and had not heard my knocking.
“Hello, Charlie. Is Bella fit to see me?” I asked politely. His thoughts shifted, previously on the topic of a baseball game, they now switched to Bella.
Bells alisema to tell him she was going to the library, didn’t she?
“She’s at the library. She told me to tell you.”
The library. Of course. She hadn’t answered because she wasn’t here. Because she was off seeing that asshole, self-confident, man whorish, girlfriend stealing bitch, kahaba Jacob, the dumb punda dog that wasn’t worth a fucking name because he was worth the shit that he spread every goddamn where. (Now we see the angry, vulgar side of Edward’s mind. Isn’t it fun seeing Edward swear?)
“Of course. I will come back later, when she is likely to be in.” I said, my teeth ground. Charlie did not want me to come back at all kwa the sound of his thoughts, but he grunted and shut the door. I jumped in my car and sped off, flooring the gas pedal in my hurry to catch Bella. I decided to visit the maktaba first, just to check.
And now, after I had visited the library, only to find that she had indeed been in but had quickly return to her truck and had gone to La Push, was parked on my side of the treaty line. The bridge of my nose was pinched between my thumb and index finger, a habit formed out of frustration.
I did not expect for her to come back so late. It was nearly midnight when she returned, I could feel my mind launch into assumptions. Had the dog held her? Had the dog got into her pants? Had she let him? I could feel the fury boiling up, she was definitely going to be in trouble—huge trouble. I felt angry enough to strangle her—and him (do wewe see how he’s a stalker?)
Why do we have to do this the hard way?
*********************
Jacob had been ecstatic to see me. I had forgiven him, and we had hung out awhile. I had stayed for a bonfire at La Push, much to my guilt. I had enjoyed myself, though, so it was worth being strangled for. I had enjoyed one legend in particular. It was about a third wife. She was the human. And she had saved everyone kwa sacrificing herself while the vampire and the werewolf were fighting. I liked it because it showed that someone without super speed and strength could save the day.
I knew Edward would be waiting for me. He was. I didn’t stop as I drove over the treaty line and past the Volvo that had and angry vampire who was ready to jump on me inside, because I had an excuse. I had to drive my truck home, of course.
I could see the Volvo following me. I gulped. I was hoping the drive nyumbani wouldn’t be too short, but it was, time had made it so just to defy me. I parked in the driveway and went inside, hoping that I would be met with an excuse to stay downstairs longer.
Damn it, I was not. Charlie had made a sandwich, sandwichi for dinner, everything was tidy, and there was nothing that needed to be done. No laundry (good for me, I would have to go upstairs for that one) and no cleaning. Oh, dear lord. I told Charlie I was going to study and that I would see him later. If I lived.
I walked upstairs slowly, and approached my door as if it were a wild animal waiting to eat me when I did get there. I slowly opened it, using only one finger, and taking baby steps inside, then turning around and carefully shutting the door before turning to face my doom.
Edward sat on my bed, expression murderous, hands clenched into fists. I cringed. This was going to be bad.
“Bella,” he growled. It took me a dakika to realize that this was a question.
“Yes?” I asked quietly, staying at my position kwa the door.
“Come here, please.” (Uh oh, Edward’s angry stalker mode is kicking in. My humor senses are tingling!)
“Are wewe sure you’re not going to strangle me?”I could hear sharp growling erupting from his chest, and I knew that my swali had not been welcomed. I slowly went forward, keeping sideways, sucking in deep intakes of air in case it did come to choking point. I knew I was overreacting, but wasn’t he? Damn, why couldn’t he stop being so fucking jealous for once?
“Bella, do wewe know how worried I was when I found out that you’d gone to La Push?”
“I can imagine?” I replied hesitantly.
“And would wewe understand if wewe weren’t allowed out of my sight for the rest of the time before graduation?” I was shocked. His tone of voice and his mood showed every sign of seriousness. I thought he was overreacting when he disabled my truck that time, this was way too far!
“Edward, wewe know that’s not fair. I’m an adult, I can do whatever I want. “
“And I am wewe vampire boyfriend who cares about you, Bella. And I think my rule is perfectly necessary.”
“It isn’t. It’s just wewe being overprotective. Please Edward, don’t do this.” I could see his expression soften, and I knew he was weakening. I did not want him to hurt—I wished we could come to some agreement about this.
“Bella, it’s the only way. I don’t see any other way for wewe to be safe. I can’t kuvuka, msalaba the treaty line, Bella. wewe know that.” He pleaded, topaz eyes softer, melting pools of gold. I felt my resolve softening, but I fought as best I could.
“Yes, Edward, but wewe don’t have to, don’t wewe see? I’m not in danger when I visit Jake.” His eyes hardened, his jaw clenched, he was angry once again. I sighed and got up then, deciding to take a kuoga and let it go for now, just for now.
I returned to my bedroom, dressed in long shorts and a tank-top, to see Edward laying on my bed, arms folded behind his head. I lay down beside him, hoping that he’d calmed down some.
“I’ve made up my mind. You’ll be under intense care the inayofuata few weeks, Bella. Please forgive my controlling nature, I just don’t feel comfortable letting wewe visit Jacob alone.” Then he kissed my forehead and told me to sleep.
This is a poem I wrote in my spare time. I morphed it into a song and entered a contest with it. I won 3rd place! Hope wewe like.
Repeat: This is about TWILIGHT. No other books.
Going in alone.
No turning back.
I have good intentions,
But this might be my last chance.
I wonder, is the choice I'm about to make,
Really the path I should take.
Hunting me down,
Evil dreams,
Lurking in the shadows,full of pain.
Don't understand,
I'm tired of mind games,
But in the mirror, it's all the same.
Blink of an eye,
Might actually have to say goodbye,
But I hear the voice of my guardian angel,
Calling my name.
Not my last fight,
Not my last hope,
Not my last wish,
Not my last breath...
For now, my moyo is mending,
but I'm still alive.
This is about the confrontation with James at the end of the book.
I hope wewe like it. Rate and review. I'm having doubts...
Repeat: This is about TWILIGHT. No other books.
Going in alone.
No turning back.
I have good intentions,
But this might be my last chance.
I wonder, is the choice I'm about to make,
Really the path I should take.
Hunting me down,
Evil dreams,
Lurking in the shadows,full of pain.
Don't understand,
I'm tired of mind games,
But in the mirror, it's all the same.
Blink of an eye,
Might actually have to say goodbye,
But I hear the voice of my guardian angel,
Calling my name.
Not my last fight,
Not my last hope,
Not my last wish,
Not my last breath...
For now, my moyo is mending,
but I'm still alive.
This is about the confrontation with James at the end of the book.
I hope wewe like it. Rate and review. I'm having doubts...