“Where you going, dude?” Emmett asks as I open the front door to leave.
“Out,” I say abruptly.
“When will you be back, dude?” Emmett asks unaffected by my outburst.
“Later,” I reply and close the door behind me.
I’m in a foul mood. After my shower I had a very restless short nap and kept thinking about my conversations with Carlisle and Jasper. I’ve been trying my hardest to ignore this compulsion to check on Bella, to check that she’s okay, but the thought of something sinister going on finally makes me give up and decide to check on her. I did tell Carlisle that I would, so I’m doing it for him; or so I tell myself.
I decide to park a few blocks away, not wanting Bella, or Charlie for that matter, to hear the rumbling sound of the Impala and notify them of my presence. I grab a sawed off shotgun from the trunk and jog the short distance to the house to hide in the nearby, bordering forest where I can see Bella’s bedroom window.
Her bedroom light is on, shining like a beacon to a lost sailor. Everything looks normal, everything feels normal and the EMF is dead, not even a hundredth of an inch of movement, which is actually very strange. Usually the EMF will pick up some residual energy from spirits passing through or friendly family ghosts in neighboring areas, but nothing. It looks like it’s broken, but I know it’s not. We keep our equipment in pristine condition because we can’t afford something breaking at the wrong time. It’s like there is a bubble of inactivity surrounding the house.
Just as I’m about to do a circuit of the house to check the surrounding forest I see Bella in her window, brushing her hair. She looks sad, lost in thought, like Rapunzel trapped in her tower. I long to run my fingers though her dark tresses and kiss her pomegranate lips but I have not heard the words uttered by the witch, giving me the key I need to climb up the tower and meet the fair maiden.
Bella disappears from my view and shortly thereafter her light goes out. She’s probably gone to sleep and I start checking the surroundings. I find nothing but trees, ferns and nocturnal creatures of the forest and return to the original spot where I can see her bedroom window. Just after two in the morning I hear Bella scream and almost start running towards the house when I see her light turn on. This must be her normal routine; nightmares must be interrupting her sleep.
I hang around until dawn, then crawl back to the Cullen house where I pass out from exhaustion.
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