Bella's Nightmare 3, Faith Gunter [classic books for 7th graders TXT] 📗

"Jacob! Jacob!Were are you"I called for my best friend. He couldn't be far. I was in the woods behind his house. Sam and Billy both said they hadn't seen him all day. I knew they had to be lying.

Then off in the distance I saw a small lit passagewaay; almost like an opening of some sort. All of my insticts told me to turn around and don't go towards the light. But when did I ever turn away from danger.

I went into a full out sprint for the light. And of course,my subconsious was right. I found Jacob. But I also found Edward to. They were standing in the meadow. The meadow Edward first shown me how he looks in the sunlight,and the meadow Laurent tried to kill me in as a favor for his good pall Victoria.

"Edward!" I called "Jacob!, What are you doing?" panic covered the tone of my voice completely.

"I'm sick of it." Edward yelled with a rage I never thought could come from his angel like face." He is trying to take away my reason for living. He kissed you Bella that can't be forgiven."

"Me?" questioned Jacob." Your trying to suck the life out of the girl I love. That's right up there with murder you stupid bloodsucker."

There had to be a solid five feet between them that had to be enough room for me to stand in between them. They would not try to go after each other if I was in the middle.Right?

Of course this little party would not be complete without Victoria As She walked into our usually quiet little meadow, I actually was happy to see her. In a weird murderous, bringing people together kind of way.

"Well,well,well. To what pleasure do I have to find Edward , and Bella here in the same place as the wolf who killed me friend Laurent.How sweet life is."Victoria said sarcasticly.

"Edward!Jacob!what are you doing! Victorias here to avenge James's Deateh and both of you don't even care!" the tears were pouring down my face now.

Then every thing happened so fast. Jacob turned into a wolf.And Edward lunged for his throat at the exact same moment Victoria lunged for me. The worst part was that I was in the iddle of it all.

"Ugh"I woke up at the same time that they all colidded with me."

I just laid back down and rolled over. It took a second before I realized that that should have dumped me on the floor,and I was much to comfrtable.

"Did I wake you" his calm voice said in the darkness of the night.

I searched until I found his cool hand. He pulled me in his arms and kissed me softly.He stopped and chuckled.

"And I was ready for the wrath that put grizzlies to shame."He said blowing his cool breath onto my face.

"Give me a minute to work it up." I said kissing him again.

“Give me a minute to work up to it,” I teased, kissing him again.
“I’ll wait as long as you want,” he whispered against my lips. His fingers knotted in my hair.
My breath was becoming uneven. “Maybe in the morning.”
“Whatever you prefer.”
“Welcome home,” I said while his cold lips pressed under my jaw. “I’m glad you came back.”
“That’s a very good thing.”
“Mmm,” I agreed, tightening my arms around his neck.
His hand curved around my elbow, moving slowly down my arm, across my ribs and over my waist,
tracing along my hip and down my leg, around my knee. He paused there, his hand curling around my
calf. He pulled my leg up suddenly, hitching it around his hip.
I stopped breathing. This wasn’t the kind of thing he usually allowed. Despite his cold hands, I felt
suddenly warm. His lips moved in the hollow at the base of my throat.
“Not to bring on the ire prematurely,” he whispered, “but do you mind telling me what it is about this bed
that you object to?”
Before I could answer, before I could even concentrate enough to make sense of his words, he rolled to
the side, pulling me on top of him. He held my face in his hands, angling it up so that his mouth could
reach my throat. My breathing was too loud — it was almost embarrassing, but I couldn’t care quite
enough to be ashamed.
“The bed?” he asked again. “Ithink it’s nice.”
“It’s unnecessary,” I managed to gasp.
He pulled my face back to his, and my lips shaped themselves around his. Slowly this time, he rolled till
he hovered over me. He held himself carefully so that I felt none of his weight, but I could feel the cool
marble of his body press against mine. My heart was hammering so loudly that it was hard to hear his
quiet laughter.
“That’s debatable,” he disagreed. “This would be difficult on a couch.”
Cold as ice, his tongue lightly traced the shape of my lips.
My head was spinning — the air was coming too fast and shallow.
“Did you change your mind?” I asked breathlessly. Maybe he’d rethought all his careful rules. Maybethere was more significance to this bed than I’d originally guessed. My heart pounded almost painfully as
I waited for his answer.
Edward sighed, rolling back so that we were on our sides again.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Bella,” he said, disapproval strong in his voice — clearly, he understood what I
meant. “I was just trying to illustrate the benefits of the bed you don’t seem to like. Don’t get carried
away.”
“Too late,” I muttered. “And I like the bed,” I added.
“Good.” I could hear the smile in his voice as he kissed my forehead. “I do, too.”
“But I still think it’s unnecessary,” I continued. “If we’re not going to get carried away, what’s the
point?”
He sighed again. “For the hundredth time, Bella — it’s too dangerous.”
“I like danger,” I insisted.
“I know.” There was a sour edge to his voice, and I realized that he would have seen the motorcycle in
the garage.
“I’ll tell you what’s dangerous,” I said quickly, before he could move to a new topic of discussion. “I’m
going to spontaneously combust one of these days — and you’ll have no one but yourself to blame.”
He started to push me away.
“What are you doing?” I objected, clinging to him.
“Protecting you from combustion. If this too much for you. . . .”
“I can handle it,” I insisted.
He let me worm myself back into the circle of his arms.
“I’m sorry I gave you the wrong impression,” he said. “I didn’t mean to make you unhappy. That wasn’t
nice.”
“Actually, it was very, very nice.”
He took a deep breath. “Aren’t you tired? I should let you sleep.”
“No, I’m not. I don’t mind if you want to give me the wrong impression again.”
“That’s probably a bad idea. You’re not the only one who gets carried away.”
“Yes, I am,” I grumbled.
He chuckled. “You have no idea, Bella. It doesn’t help that you are so eager to undermine my
self-control, either.”

“I’m not going to apologize for that.”
“CanI apologize?”
“For what?”
“You were angry with me, remember?”
“Oh, that.”
“I’m sorry. I was wrong. It’s much easier to have the proper perspective when I have you safelyhere .”
His arms tightened around me. “I go a little berserk when I try to leave you. I don’t think I’ll go so far
again. It’s not worth it.”
I smiled. “Didn’t you find any mountain lions?”
“Yes, I did, actually. Still not worth the anxiety. I’m sorry I had Alice hold you hostage, though. That
was a bad idea.”
“Yes,” I agreed.
“I won’t do it again.”
“Okay,” I said easily. He was already forgiven. “But slumber parties do have their advantages. . . .” I
curled myself closer to him, pressing my lips into the indentation over his collarbone. “Youcan hold me
hostage any time you want.”
“Mmm,” he sighed. “I may take you up on that.”
“So is it my turn now?”
“Your turn?” his voice was confused.
“To apologize.”
“What do you have to apologize for?”
“Aren’t you mad at me?” I asked blankly.
“No.”
It sounded like he really meant it.
I felt my eyebrows pull together. “Didn’t you see Alice when you got home?”
“Yes — why?”
“Are you going to take her Porsche back?”
“Of course not. It was a gift.”
I wished I could see his expression. His voice sounded as if I’d insulted him.
“Don’t you want to know what I did?” I asked, starting to be puzzled by his apparent lack of concern.
I felt him shrug. “I’m always interested in everything you do — but you don’t have to tell me unless you
want to.”
“But I went to La Push.”
“I know.”
“And I ditched school.”
“So did I.”
I stared toward the sound of his voice, tracing his features with my fingers, trying to understand his
mood. “Where did all this tolerance come from?” I demanded.
He sighed.
“I decided that you were right. My problem before was more about my . . . prejudice against
werewolves than anything else. I’m going to try to be more reasonable and trust your judgment. If you
say it’s safe, then I’ll believe you.”
“Wow.”
“And . . . most importantly . . . I’m not willing to let this drive a wedge between us.”
I rested my head against his chest and closed my eyes, totally content.
“So,” he murmured in a casual tone. “Did you make plans to go back to La Push again soon?”
I didn’t answer. His question brought back the memory of Jacob’s words, and my throat was suddenly
tight.
He misread my silence and the tension in my body.
“Just so that I can make my own plans,” he explained quickly. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to
hurry back because I’m sitting around waiting for you.”
“No,” I said in a voice that sounded strange to me. “I don’t have plans go back.”
“Oh. You don’t have to do that for me.”
“I don’t think I’m welcome anymore,” I whispered.
“Did you run over someone’s cat?” he asked lightly. I knew he didn’t want to force the story out of me,
but I could hear the curiosity burning behind his words.
“No.” I took a deep breath, and then mumbled quickly through the explanation. “I thought Jacob wouldhave realized . . . I didn’t think it would surprise him.”
Edward waited while I hesitated.
“He wasn’t expecting . . . that it was so soon.”
“Ah,” Edward said quietly.
“He said he’d rather see me dead.” My voice broke on the last word.
Edward was too still for a moment, controlling whatever reaction he didn’t want me to see.
Then he crushed me gently to his chest. “I’m so sorry.”
“I thought you’d be glad,” I whispered.
“Glad over something that’s hurt you?” he murmured into my hair. “I don’t think so, Bella.”
I sighed and relaxed, fitting myself to the stone shape of him. But he was motionless again, tense.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“It’s nothing.”
“You can tell me.”
He paused for a minute. “It might make you