Trapped in Twilight, Help!

Chapter 8

An hour later, Edward nodded to Alice, answering an unspoken question. Alice squealed, running out of the door (past Jasper, whose face I have still yet to see), to fast for me to see. I blinked once; seeing her streak out of the room gave me a slight headache. Edward moved to taken Alice's spot next to me and place a hand on the back of my neck. I must have a fever.

"You do," Edward said, "102 degrees. We just got it down from 104 yesterday." He frowned. "We weren't sure you were going to live." I nodded, unsure of what to say. "Alice will be back with some food."

Sure enough, Alice was back within seconds with a bowl of fruit and some oatmeal. "You like this, right?" She said hopefully. I nodded, smiling slightly. She made me sit back on the bed before laying the tray across my legs.

They watched me while I ate. Rosalie looked at the food disgusted, like she couldn't believe I found it appetizing. Alice watched me with interest as if she was trying to figure out something, but I could find out what. My stomach was churning, causing me to eat slowly; the oatmeal helped the most.

"Esme and Carlisle are at the grocery store now," Alice said randomly. "Getting some food for Edythe." She looked down at me, her gold eyes alight. "What do you want?" She asked, referring to food. I shrugged, taking in another spoonful of oatmeal. "They'll be home soon." She told everyone.

"Is that even good?" Jasper asked, moving into the light. He sat on the floor, his arms wrapped around his legs. I could see the crescent scars on his arms but I didn't stare; I knew they were there.

"Yeah," I said. "It has cinnamon; cinnamon makes everything taste better."

I heard Emmett chuckle. "I thought the same thing. Then I had bear."

"Emmett!" Edward said, appalled.

I shrugged nonchalantly. "Cool, I guess."

Emmett laughed again. "You have to be the most awesome human ever!"

"Thanks?" I said, confused slightly. "Okay. I have a question and you all have to answer truthfully." Everyone nodded. Edward frowned, he didn't like my question. "What do I smell like to you?"

"Um," Rosalie said. "Kind of florally, kind of woodsy, and a little like old paper. But not appetizing." She smiled. "Which is good if you stay for a bit."

"You smell like old wood." Emmett said bluntly. "And like daisies." I wrinkled my nose; I hate daisies. "But like Rose said; not appetizing."

"You do have a very potent smell," Jasper mused. "More so than other humans I've come across. But it's a nice smell," Jasper promised. "And-surprisingly-not a smell I'd enjoy having." I rolled my eyes, a rude way to put that I wasn't this type of meal. Edward chuckled a bit.

"I agree with Rose," Alice said. "Except-" she sniffed my hair. I was use to it, though; Lily smells my hair all the time. "You smell like paint!" Alice said giddily. "Do you paint?"

"All the time," I said.

"Do you use film?" Edward asked. I nodded. "You smell like you do. But-as Jasper said-not my type of meal." Edward grinned. I laughed a little.

"I did not say that!" Jasper said. "I said she doesn't smell like the kind of person I'd like to eat!"

"Excuse me?" A new, motherly voice rang out. "Who smells like a person Jasper would like to eat?" In a flash, stood Esme. She was the one person I could picture clearly in the books; she did look exactly like my mother; down to the way her hair fell.

"I said she doesn't smell like the kind of person I'd like!" Jasper sighed, exasperated. He looked at me accusingly. "You smell like play-dough, Edythe."

"I like to work with clay!" I said. "Gosh!"