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She sounded, relived, but at the same time, confused. I was just about to turn around to face her, but Smith obviously thought the same thing, so he crashed into me with his ice cold, cement hard shoulder. I flew to the ground and felt the pain in my forehead. Damn, can’t that vampire watch where he walks?? I thought furiously as I hit the ground, causing more pain to my back as I landed on a root. I winched at the pain, which made the world spin. Black spots started to cloud my vision again, and this time, I blinked, trying to prevent the obvious. But this time, I didn’t pass out…I think. It didn’t feel like I did it anyway. I started to open my eyes again, and as I did, I heard voices. They al where furious, arguing with each other. I sat up and looked around, trying to see what was happening. That’s when I saw them. A few meters away, stood 3 people: Smith, Angela and Jacob. They all talked at the same time, not seeming to notice as I stood up and walked over to them. As I did, I started to hear what they said. “…do you even care about her feelings?!? What were you thinking when you brought her out here?!? That you were going to charm her with your vampire powers!?!? And now, you knocked her out!? What’s your problem!?!?” Angela screamed at him, which made me flinch away. She sounded so mad and angry I hardly recognized her. Her hair was out of her messy ponytail and was looking as messy at it had in the ponytail, maybe even worse. Her eyes were wide and mad and they were staring right at Mr. Smith. Then, her eyes wandered to my direction, and then they immediately changed to warm and friendly. The other two also turned around, but they didn’t look as scary as she did. Angela smiled at me and when I was close enough, she came and gave me a big hug. I was startled by her sudden action, but didn’t move away. After a moment of fiercely hugging, she let me go. She moved a little bit away from me and then she started to dig in her pocket. The other two boys started at her, outraged, but didn’t do anything. After a moment of digging in her pocket, she finally seemed to find what she was looking for and dragged up a small brown leather pouch. She looked at it happily, then she turned to look at smith again, and as she did, her eyes became mad. “Smith Jr. Smith, if you do something like this again, I will kill you.” She said, and judging by her tone on her voice, she was serious. Smith glared back at her, not liking her threat. Jake just stood on the other side of Smith, not in wolf form to my surprise. He was staring at Angela too, but his eyes were filled with actually fear. I frowned in surprise and looked at Angela again. Sure, she looked really scary, standing there with her little pouch in her hands, glaring at them, but I mean, why should he be afraid?? He’s was a werewolf and the other scary guy a vampire. What damage could she do? After a small moment of glaring, Angela turned to me again, smiling. “So, are you ready??” she asked, smiling. I frowned at her deeply at her question, but she just laughed and walked closer. She started to walk, but Smith moved in front of me, shielding me from her, which made me frown even more. Why did he shield her from me?? She’s just a human, right?? He’s even more dangerous than
her. A deep growl was building in his chest, and I could bet a million on that he was baring his teeth at her. That’s when she started laughing. I looked around Smith to see her having a hysterics of laughter. Then she stopped and looked up at him. At this moment, she reminded me of a horror movie character, you know, the crazy one who in the end of the movie snaps and starts to laugh hysterically, then takes out his weapon and kills everybody. Her eyes were looking at Smith, and she seemed to be annoyed, but at the same time amused. “Move out of my way, please.” She said and moved closer, smiling a scary smile. But Smith didn’t move an inch. Angela sighed and then she took out something out of her back pocket. At this moment, I was ninety-nine point nine percent sure I was dreaming. Out of her back pocket, she took out a wooden stick. She pointed it at Smith like a sword, and her smile had faded, leaving her face deadly serious. “Didn’t I make myself clear?? I said move.” She said through gritted teeth. This time, Smith moved away. Angela smiled a sly smile at him and skipped over to me. “So, as I said before, are you ready to go??” she asked me again. I had no idea what she meant, but I trusted her, so I nodded my head slowly at her, which made her smile even more. “Alright, relax, it will be over in a moment. “She said and then she opened the small pouch. She dug her fingers into it, and took them out again, this time with a purple powder which she laid in her hand. Then she took out her wooden stick again and waved it in front of her hand, mumbling quiet words in a langue I couldn’t understand. “What are you-“Jake started to ask, but suddenly, he was gone. No, he wasn’t gone; it was us that had - in some weird way - transported to the trail next to the lake. I blinked a few times, trying to figure out what just had happened, but I couldn’t. I stared at Angela, wide eyed and tried to understand. She looked back at me, smiling. But after a while, she didn’t smile, she looked inpatient. “Come on Bella, it’s not that hard to figure out what I am. I’m a witch.” She said, shrugging. I started at her, my jaw at the ground. Angela looked at me, waiting for a response, and when she didn’t get any (other than the jaw dropping staring), she sighed. “God you muggles are so hard to convince these days…”She muttered, shaking her head to herself. “Muggles?? As in… harry potter??” I asked. “Yes!! Exactly like harry potter!! Hey, wanna see something really cool?!” she asked, almost jumping up and down if excitement. “Eh…ok.” I answered. She took out her wooden stick…well staff and waved with it again, saying something again in that unfamiliar language. A little ‘poffing’ sound was appearing over my head, and as I looked up, there was a rock floating half a
meter up. I gulped and then I looked at Angela. She was looking at the rock, but she seemed to notice my glance and looked away from it, grinning ear to ear. Just as she did, a swooshing sound appeared where the rock was and then, there was a heavy weight on my head and pain came. I hit the ground immediately and felt as I had earlier today, as pain was aching in my head, and I was slipping into unconsciousness… **** “..lla…ell…bel…Bella…” a sound…no a voice called in the distance. It was very unclear and I couldn’t make out what it was saying. But as time went, the voice became stronger and stronger. “Bella…Bella. Bella. Bella!!" The voice pleaded, now even stronger than before. If was like it was coming closer to me, inches by inches. “BELLA!” The voice was screaming now, and it made my whole body recoil from it. The recoil made me come out from the darkness and I opened my eyes. Mr. Smith’s face was the first thing I saw, which made me shriek a little in fear and crawl away from him. He smiled in relief and then I heard another voice behind him. “Bella??” Angelas shy voice called, sounding unsure. I looked around Smith to see a normal Angela. Her hair was still in her messy ponytail and there were no wooden staffs in the area. I sighed in relief that it was all just a scary, twisted dream, but just as I did, a strong pain came to my forehead, making me wince. I took my hand and placed it on my forehead and felt the big bump. Then Angela started to speak again, moving closer to me. “Oh, are you okay?? I didn’t mean to startle you…I mean; Mr. Smith’s shoulder hit your head pretty hard.” She said, observing me with worried eyes like I just had been in a car crash and was going to scream out in pain any second now. Wait, if she saw Smithy hit me in the head, did she see Jake then?? “I’m okay, really. By the way…did you see like…a wo-“I started to ask, sounding as uncertain as I felt, but I got interrupted by the warning glare from Mr. Smith, his eyes telling me to shut my trap now, or I’d regret it. I instantly did as his eyes demanded and then looked back at Angela, trying to end my sentence. “whoopsadaisy!! My head is reeeeealy spinning, but I’m okay now.” I said in a week attempt to get her mind somewhere else, but it was a big fail. “What?? What were you going to ask??” she asked, confused. “Eh…I was just wondering….if you saw…like...a wonderful…tree in your way here…” I said, totally loosing it. She frowned at me then slowly shook her head. “Well...no…I didn’t.” She said slowly.
“She hit her head pretty hard, I think she’s a little confused.” Mr. Smith said and smiled friendly at her, just like he always did. She looked at him, then at me, then back at him again. “How did you get here??” I asked and stood up, not wanting to lie down on the cold ground any more. “Well, as we cleaned the lunch room, I found a bracelet that seemed to be yours, so I went to give it to you, but you weren’t in you cottage. I was going back to the lunch room to tell the others, but then I saw another matching bracelet on the ground, just on the beginning on a trail into the forest. I took a chance, and followed the trail, which led me here.” She finished. Her story reminded me of the fairy tale of Hansel and Gretel. “Well, we shouldn’t let the others wait any longer then.” Smith declared and started to walk towards a trail. Angela and I followed him, but we walked behind him with a rather big distance between us. *Later, back at the cottages* “Alright then, off you go.” Smith dismissed us, giving me one meaning glance before he walked away towards his cottage. Angela and I watched as he walked, both a little freaked out, but didn’t talk about it. I didn’t because the guy had freaking super hearing and I was sure that he would listen around me pretty intense, in case I said anything, which I wouldn’t. Why Angela didn’t, remained unknown. “Here are your bracelets.” Angela suddenly said and took out them from her pocket. I took them and thanked her quietly. “So, shall we go to the others??” I asked as I put my bracelets on my wrists. Angela was just about to answer, when a pair of warm hands covered my eyes. “Guess who.” A melodious voice said behind me, making me smile. “Well…let’s see… are you Angela??” I asked sarcastically, already knowing who it was, but decided to play a little. “No. Guess again.” He said, you could hear how he fought to laugh. “Really, no?? Alright then, are you…Tyler??” I asked again. “Well no. Please have another try.” He said, now chuckling at our childish game. I frowned in mock wonder. “My, my…Not Angela or Tyler?? This was hard. Are you Mike then??” I asked, but instantly regretted it, because he tensed at the name and didn’t answer. “Wrong answer, I guess…Well, are you Edward then??” I asked, hoping to lighten up the mood. He relaxed as I said his name and let go of his hands and turned me around.
“Well yes, how did you know??” he asked and smiled his crooked smile at me, which still made my skeleton to melt to liquid. But as he looked at me, his smile faded and he looked more concerned and worried. He gently pulled his hand from where it had rested on my shoulder and smoothly caressed my forehead, just where my bump was. Despise his gentleness, I winced in pain and recoiled from his touch. Damn, this is all because of that stupid, annoying vampire whoMy thoughts were interrupted by his voice, as he spoke to me. The panic was easily heard under his worried voice. “You’re hurt. What happened??” he asked in horror and took his hand and stroke my cheek. Even if I really wanted him to, which I did, I couldn’t let him do that, it was too much. And besides, something told me that a crazy, really weird vampire dude could come out from nowhere and…well, who knows?? I took his hand from my cheek and took it in my hands, patting it gently. “I’m okay, really. It was just an accident.” I said nonchalantly and smiled at him. But he wasn’t having that. “Bella, tell me what happened.” He said in a dark tone. “Well, I was nothing, really-“ “Bellie, tell me. Now.” He said in an even darker tone, which made him sound like he could kill a puppy any second now. “Well, Mr. Smith knocked me over and I hit the ground.” I said, shrugging. I did tell the truth, so there was no lie to blame; it was just that I didn’t tell the whole truth. But of course, Edward didn’t know that. “Well, how are you?? Are you feeling okay??” he asked once again, this time, the panic slightly fainted. “For the last time: Yes, I’m okay. I’ve been through worse.” I said, shrugging again. Actually, I should see this as lucky. With my luck, I could’ve been damaged way worse. “Really?? Like what??” he asked, seeming a little interested. But it was good, I guess. That way, I can keep him distracted so he won’t panic again. This guy seemed to do that…a lot. “Well,” I said, releasing his hand with mine and started to remove my bangs on my right side, just a little bit over my ear. “this,” I said, pointing at the scar.” Is from when I was five and bicycled into a car at full speed. And this,” I moved on, leaning down to show the scar right on top of my head.” Is from when I was eight. I was playing outside, and a flower pot fell down from the second-story window. This one right here,” I said, moving on o the scar just a few centimeters from the hairline at my forehead.”Is from when I was 11. I really don’t remember what happened, but my dad told me I fell into a desk.” EPOV
”Is from when I was 11. I really don’t remember what happened, but my dad told me I fell into a desk.” She told me showing me her 3rd nasty scar at her head. Oh, I remembered how she got that scar… Flashback (sort of) *Swoosh* “Okay…wanna play hide and seek??” Alice asked, jumping up and down of excitement and sugar rush. “Eh…sure. I’ll start counting.” She said and walked over to a wall, folding her hands over her eyes and began to count out loud. Alice and Emmet, who seriously were too old for this game, ran off like 5 year old kids, giggling in the progress. I, on the other hand, decided to hide behind a corner of a wall and shadow her as she looked for the others. That way, I could see what she did, but at the same time not get found. When she finally was done counting, she turned around from the wall and looked around. After that, she started to go upstairs. I silently followed her like her own shadow. She stopped when she was upstairs in the hall and looked around; seeming to decide which room she should start to look in. To my delight, she chose my room. She opened the room and walked in, not looking where she was going. “Edward??” she called into the room as she walked forward. But as she did, she didn’t see Emmet’s skateboard, which was lying on the floor (I had no idea how it got there), and tripped right on it. She fell forward, and hit my desk with her head. “Bella!?” I called in terror, watching as she hit the ground. “Ow…” she said weakly, slowly moving one hand to her forehead. I rushed over to her, just to see as she removed it, it was covered with blood. I turned her limp body over, and saw as she looked at her hand in terror, then her eyes rolled back into her head. “DAD!!! HELP!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. End of (the sort of) Flashback *Swoosh* I mentally shivered at the horrible memory and continued to listen to her “scars of fame”, as Emmet would’ve called them. “Anyway, last, but not least, is this one right here, is from when I was 16. I was visiting my mother in Phoenix and was at my hotel, on my way to my room. I tripped on the last step and fell down two flights of stairs and through a window. It was pretty serious, and I had to stay at the hospital for a few weeks, but I healed and now I’m as good as new. Well, except for the recently developed bump on my forehead that is.” She said, ending her terrible story. How much trouble can one girl get in??? I felt a flash of pain as I watched her scar in her back head. “That one is the one we saw when we we’re swimming, wasn’t it??” Victoria asked, who stood had stood here beside James the whole time. Tyler was
standing next to them, with Mike in the background. Eric, Ben and Angela were standing in their little trio on a corner and were listening at her horror filled stories as well. I wished I could’ve prevented it somehow. But…wait a second… this happened when she was 16, almost one year ago. She hit her head (well, she fell down two flights of stairs and through a window…) very hard and had to stay hospitalized for weeks… can this have something to do with the fact that she can’t remember me?? BPOV I finished my scar stories and took a deep breath before I looked up on my friends faces. All of them stared at me with pity, sorrow and pity. Edward looked like he was trying to figure something out, thinking intensely. All of them looked down… except for Mike. Really, I’m not even surprised anymore. He looked at me with admiring eyes, grinning. “Wow…I wish I had scars like that. Chicks digs scars.” He said, and then he winked at me. I looked away in disgust and cleared my throat, deciding it was enough. “Okay guys, is it just me, or has it gotten colder?? I say we get inside.” I said, even as an escape plan, it was the truth. All of them nodded in agreement and we started to walk towards our cottage. As we did, I felt how Edward was looking at me, just as he had earlier, but I decided to ignore him. Whatever he was thinking about, I don’t want to disturb. We all got inside the cottage, and I was just about to close the door, when I saw something pale in the edge of the woods a few meters away. Leaning against a pine, was Smithy standing, his yellow eyes watching me. As he saw I had spotted him, he flashed me a small smile, and then, he was gone. His appearance made me shiver, unpleasantness crawling up my spine, and I hurried to close the door.
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