Lips of an Angel

Chapter 5-The Middle of Midnight

I hardly ever agreed with Rosalie. In fact, I often made it my mission to disagree with her, just because it was so entertaining to agitate her gorgeous blonde head, and to see her God-awful opinions fall flat after being picked at for a few minutes. It always brought me strange satisfaction.

But on the day in which I left Sam and Emily's and returned to the main house instead of my own, after being freaked out by everything going on regarding Edward Cullen - and being tipped over the edge by his observance - I agreed with her assessment of me wholeheartedly. For once, Rosalie was exactly right, however much I wanted her to be wrong.

Of course, Alice hadn't seen what had happened, due to my shield blocking her out. But with my emotions so ridiculously high, it didn't take much for me to thrust it away in annoyance, enabling her to see what had happened. Well, she saw me telling the rest of the family what had happened. Instead, though, it was she who told them of my meeting.

All were very sympathetic, and told me that I'd done well to resist Edward's blood anyway. Apparently, it was understandable that I'd needed to escape, and have some breathing space. Emmett and Jasper had both had encounters with singers, and both had been unable to stop themselves.

Rosalie was, however, thinking more along my lines of thought.

"You ran away," she said flatly.

Everyone jumped to my defence, but I merely averted my eyes. It was true. I had run away from Edward, because everything about him scared the hell out of me. Instead, I agreed with Rosalie, much to Alice's disgust. I had been cowardly about the whole matter, it was true. I'd chosen to hide in the safe walls of the house, where I could be sure of help from Carlisle and Alice.

So that's how I found myself running towards the house in which I knew Edward Cullen resided. Well, that was where he was meant to live. Of course, it was possible that Edward was staying with his parents after the attack, as he'd come to our last appointment with his mother, but, stupidly, I hoped he was home.

I'd made sure that it was during the early hours of the morning that I began to run, so that he'd definitely be asleep. According to Alice, he would be, but she warned me that the window of his bedroom squeaked slightly. I'd taken some oil, at Emmett's suggestion. I couldn't risk Edward seeing me. After all, I was being a complete stalker and a freak.

I smelt Edward's delectable scent when I reached his driveway, where an old, red, Chevy truck sat, apparently not used very often. I bit my lower lip and I jumped up and swung onto the tree silently, perching precariously. Obviously, I had checked for watchful humans on my way in.

What was the point of this exercise? Well, it was to try and stop myself being so susceptible to Edward's scent. I realised that if I spent long away from it, it became more difficult to resist his blood. So I was going to shorten the time I spent away from him. I was training myself. And then, secretly, it was because I wanted to see him. Conscious or not.

Shyly, I peered through the leaves which currently obscured me, and looked through his bedroom window, where I saw just the silhouette of Edward's sleeping form. I inched my way along the slender branch I was on, and saw that a dim lamp was illuminating the room, and a book was open, just slipped from Edward's hands. Apparently, he'd fallen asleep while reading. I remembered doing that regularly as a human.

I leapt off of the tree, and my hands found purchase on the sturdy eave above the window. Gently, I undid the stiff clasp and then eased up the window. It was just large enough for me to climb through, if I wanted to. But that wasn't the point. I closed my eyes as Edward's scent hit me, and I forced myself to breath quickly and shallowly. If I felt my control slip, I only had to drop down. I could do it, I knew.