A thousand Years {E.C. Fanfic}

19. (REVISED)

   Violet was spending the whole day at the Cullens. Edward was nervous about her being out of his sight.

   Soon she found out that Edward could read minds, but found it odd that he could not read hers.

"So you can read minds but not mine?"

"Yes. I can ready everybody's mind in this house. Emmett is thinking about comics, Jasper about Alice , and Carlisle about us, But you? I get nothing."

"Is there something wrong with me?"

He laughs, "I tell you I can read minds and you think something is wrong with you?"

"I'm glad I amuse you."

Also have come to find out Jasper can sense others emotions along with controlling them.

She was feeling a bit anxious on the fact of her and Edward being together. Truly over thinking everything when she felt a complete calmness overflowing me. Looking over, she catchs Jasper looking at me and he smiles.

"Did you?"

"Yes. I can control and sense emotions. I felt you feeling anxious, thought you'd appreciate a little calming."

She hesitated before speaking, then responding with, "Actually.. thank you. That could come in handy, my emotions can get all over the place sometimes" she simply say.

"I know. I felt bad at school when I would see you. But I didn't do anything.." he trailed off ready to speak again but I cut him off.

"No need to explain. I understand." She smiles at him and smiles back.

Edward and Violet were cuddling on the sofa watching whatever was on the tv. He shifted his body as if he was uncomfortable.

"Violet? What if I'm the villain?"

   Violet swiftly faced him and placed her hand on his cheek looking into his golden eyes, "You're not a villain, you could never. The fact that you worry about it... that tells me all I need to know."

   Edward stays silent for a second and his eyes soften, pulling her closer to him. "You always know how to see the best in people." Violet gave him a slight smile, "No one is perfect."

   Getting interrupted, Carlisle walked in asking to talk to Violet.

"Violet? Can I talk to you?" She looks at Carlisle in fear seeing him have a firm grip on her sketchbook.

"Don't be scared please." He sat down across from the couple and lays her sketchbook on the coffee table. "I was cleaning up Esme and I's room when I saw your things. I was picking them up to bring to you and this fell out your bag"

"Oh.." was all she could spit out, afraid of what he was about to say. She guessed Edward noticed she was nervous because he wrapped his arms around her kissing her temple.

"How do you come up with your sketches?" Carlisle asks her.

"They're my dreams, why?" Violet asks as her eyes are glued to the sketchbook.

   Carlisle sighs and gives her a very confused look with worried eyes. He picked up her sketchbook before turning to a page. "When it fell out of your bag, going to pick it up I turned it over and what I saw mortified me"

Mortified? They're harmless dreams. What could have been so mortifying?

Carlisle sighed heavily before turning the page towards them. Edwards body stiffened up and moved his arms from Violet grabbing the book from Carlisle. "Violet how?"