Trapped in Twilight, Help!

Chapter 9

Esme looked at me, like it was the first time she noticed that I was there. Her face lit up, like I was a child of her own. It was a nice feeling. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her look to Alice; I was too busy glaring at Jasper for accusing me of smelling like play-dough. I've always hated play-dough, even when I was little. Edward's hand was still on the back of my neck, but by now I was use to it and the coldness didn't affect me.

"I hope you're feeling better, Edythe!" Esme said.

I looked over to her and smiled; I've never had a mom, but I bet this is what all moms compare themselves to. "I am, thank, Mrs. Cullen."

"Suck-up," Emmett coughed.

"Emmett!" Esme scolded. her smile returned when she turned back to me. "I'm glad. Oh! Call me Esme."

"She knows, Esme." Alice said nonchalantly.

"Technically, Alice told her." Rosalie said, but she smiled regardless. I was hoping that her smile meant she liked me enough to tolerate me for a little while longer. I didn't know how long I'd be here.

Esme's smile faltered a bit. She looked back to me but my smile hadn't wavered. "You aren't uncomfortable are you, dear? If you are, we'd understand if you didn't want to stay here-"

I cut her off, but in a polite way (if that's possible). "I don't mind."

"Didn't you call us unicorns?" Edward said, grinning amusedly.

"Vampires don't sparkle," I said, defending myself. Edward snorted. "Unicorns do, though."

I could see Esme give me a concerned look. But Edward jumped in. "She's fine, Esme; just has a different definition of vampire than we do."

"You should have seen her reaction when Alice just casually tells her what we are." Jasper said. "She didn't even bat an eye!" I heard a laugh come from downstairs. "It's true!" Jasper said, like no one believed him.

Esme laughed, "Well that's good." She paused her cheery mood slipping once again. "Did they tell you that we hunt only animals?"

"Emmett was talking about his love for bear," I said. "But no one said it directly."

"She knew," Edward scoffed. "But how is still a mystery."

"I was forced to read a horrible book." I said dramatically. "Let's leave it at that."

"Horrible how?" Alice asked, intrigued.

"It would have been good if the author didn't have it revolve around a love triangle between a vampire, a human and a werewolf." I sighed and shuddered for emphasis.

"That sounds God-awful." Rosalie said, disgust was shown clearly on her face. I was beginning to wonder if that was what she felt most of the time. "Who would write that?"

"She said it came to her in a dream." I wrinkled my nose in disgust, realizing was very appropriate to use now. "But my favorite author once said 'it does not do well to dwell on dreams and forget to live'."

Esme laughed. "I like that quote."

"Esme, I'm realizing that we're... never mind, Alice got some." A voice called from downstairs. I realized that throughout the conversation, I heard a door open and close several times. It must be Carlisle Cullen playing up to the human façade. I heard footsteps on the stairs, the sounded like the person walking up them was cursing having to walk so slow; he probably was, actually. I thought back to just a minute ago and realized that Mr. Cullen must think I'm delusional and think that his children (if I have a right in saying so) are just playing me up; having a little fun.

"She knows, Carlisle!" Rosalie rolled her eyes.

Suddenly, a young man who perfectly fits the description of Meyer's Carlisle Cullen was in the doorway, nervously looking at me. But it was concern, almost like he was still worried I was delusional (if he ever thought that).

That's when I got a little nervous.