The Twilight Saga 5: Midnight Sun 8. Ghost

I did non see much of Jaspers guests for the two sunny mean solar days that they were in Forks. I only went home at all so that Esme wouldnt worry. Otherwise, my existence seemed more than worry that of a specter than a vampire. I hovered, invisible in the shadows, w present I could follow the object of my sleep with and obsession where I could see her and hear her in the minds of the lucky humans who could walk through the sunlight beside her, most ms accidentally brushing the spur of her reach with their own. She never reacted to such contact their strains were just as warm as hers.The enforced absence from school had never been a trial like this in the lead. But the sun seemed to make her happy, so I could not resent it too much. Anything that pleased her was in my good graces.Monday morning, I eavesdropped on a communication that had the potential to destroy my confidence and make the time spent a guidance from her a torture. As it ended up, though, it rather made my day.I had to feel some little respect for Mike Newton he had not simply stipulation up and slunk away to nurse his wounds. He had more bravery than Id given him credit for. He was going to try in one case more.Bella got to school quite early and, presumable intent on enjoying the sun while it closinged, sat at unity of the seldom used picnic benches while she waited for the first bell to ring. Her hair caught the sun in unexpected ways, giving off a reddish beam that I had not anticipated.Mike found her there, doodling again, and was thrilled at his good luck.It was agonizing to only be able to watch, powerless, bound to the forests shadows by the bright sunlight.She greeted him with ample enthusiasm to make him ecstatic, and me the opposite.See, she likes me. She wouldnt smile like that if she didnt. I bet she wanted to go to the dance with me. Wonder whats so important in SeattleHe sensed the change in her hair. I never noticed before your hair has red in it.I accidentally uprooted the young spruce manoeuver my hand was resting on when he pinched a mountain range of her hair between his fingers.Only in the sun, she said. To my deep satisfaction, she cringed away from him slightly when he tucked the strand behind her ear.It took Mike a minute to build up his courage, wasting some time on small talk.She reminded him of the essay we all had due on Wednesday. From the faintly smug expression on her face, hers was already done. Hed forgotten altogether, and that severely diminished his free time.Dang stupid essay.Finally he got to the point my teeth were clinch so cloggy they could have pulverized granite and even therefore, he couldnt make himself ask the question outright. I was going to ask if you wanted to go out.Oh, she said. at that place was a brief silence.Oh? What does that mean? Is she going to yes? Wait I guess I didnt really ask.He swallowed hard.Well, we could go to dinner or somethingand I could bring on it later. Stupid that wasn t a question each.MikeThe agony and fury of my jealousy was every whit as powerful as it had been last week. I broke another tree trying to hold myself here. I wanted so badly to race across the campus, too fast for human eyes, and sneak her up to steal her away from the boy that I hated so much in this moment I could have kill him and enjoyed it.Would she say yes to him?I dont think that would be the best idea.I breathed again. My rigid body relaxed.Seattle was just an excuse, after all. Shouldnt have asked. What was I thinking? Bet its that freak, CullenWhy? he asked sullenly.I think she hesitated. And if you ever repeat what Im saying right now I will cheerfully beat you to death I laughed out cheesy at the sound of a death threat coming through her lips. A jay shrieked, startled, and launched itself away from me.But I think that would hurt Jessicas feelings.Jessica? What? But Oh. Okay. I guess So Huh.His thoughts were no longer coherent.Really, Mike, are you blind?I echoed her sentiment. She shouldnt expect everyone to be as perceptive as she was, tho really this subject was beyond obvious. With as much trouble as Mike had had working himself up to ask Bella out, did he imagine it wasnt just as difficult for Jessica? It mustiness be selfishness that made him blind to others. And Bella was so unselfish, she saw everything.Jessica. Huh. Wow. Huh. Oh, he managed to say.Bella used his confusion to make her exit.Its time for class, and I cant be late again.Mike became an perfidious viewpoint from then on. He found, as he turned the idea of Jessica around and around in his head, that he rather liked the thought of her determination him attractive. It was second place, not as good as if Bella had felt that way. Shes cute, though, I guess. Decent body. A bird in the handHe was off then, on to new fantasies that were just as vulgar as the ones about Bella, but now they only irritated rather than infuriated. How little he deserved either little girl they were almost interchangeable to him. I stayed clear of his head after that. When she was out of sight, I curled up against the cool trunk of an enormous madrone tree and I danced from mind to mind, keeping her in sight, endlessly glad when Angela Weber was available to look through. I wished there was someway to thank the Weber girl for simply be a nice person. It made me feel break out to think that Bella had one friend worth having.I watched Bellas face from whichever angle I was given, and I could see that she was sad again. This surprised me I thought the sun would be enough to keep her smiling. At lunch, I saw her glance time and time again toward the empty Cullen table, and that thrilled me. It gave me hope. Perhaps she missed me, too.She had plans to go out with the other girls I automatically planned my own surveillance but these plans were postponed when Mike invited Jessica out on the date hed planned for Bella.So I went straight to her home instead, doing a quick swe ep of the woods to make sure enough no one dangerous had wandered too close. I knew Jasper had warned his one-time brother to avoid the town citing my insanity as two explanation and warning but I wasnt taking whatsoever chances. Peter and Charlotte had no intention of causing animosity with my family, but intentions were changeable thingsAll right, I was overdoing it. I knew that.As if she knew I was watching, as if she took pity on the agony I felt when I couldnt see her, Bella came out to the backyard after a long hour indoors. She had a book in her hand and a blanket under her arm.Silently, I climbed into the higher branches of the closest tree overlooking the yard.She spread the blanket on the damp grass and then lay on her stomach and started flipping through the worn book, as if trying to find her place. I read over her shoulder. Ah more classics. She was an Austen fan.She read quickly, crossing and recrossing her ankles in the air. I was watching the sunlight and wind play in her hair when her body suddenly stiffened, and her hand froze on the page. All I saw was that shed reached chapter collar when she roughly grabbed a thick section of pages and shoved them over.I caught a glance of a title page, Mansfield Park. She was starting a new story the book was a compilation of novels. I wondered why shed switched stories so abruptly.Just a few moments later, she slammed the book angrily shut. With a enraged scowl on her face, she pushed the book deflexion and flipped over onto her back. She took a deep breath, as if to calm herself, pushed her sleeves up and closed her eyes. I remembered the novel, but I couldnt think of anything offensive in it to upset her. some other mystery. I sighed.She lay very still, moving just once to yank her hair away from her face. It fanned out over her head, a river of chestnut. And then she was nonoperational again. Her breathing slowed. After several long minutes her lips began to tremble.Mumbling in her sleep.I mpossible to resist. I listened as far out as I could, hereditary voices in the houses nearby.Two tablespoons of flourone cup of milkCmon Get it through the hoop Aw, cmonRed, or blueor maybe I should die hard something more casualThere was no one close by. I jumped to the ground, landing silently on my toes. This was very wrong, very risky. How condescendingly Id once judged Emmett for his uncaring ways and Jasper for his lack of discipline and now I was consciously flouting all the rules with a wild abandon that made their lapses look like nothing at all. I used to be the responsible one.I sighed, but crept out into the sunshine, regardless.I avoided looking at myself in the suns glare. It was bad enough that my skin was fossa and inhuman in shadow I didnt want to look at Bella and myself side by side in the sunlight. The difference between us was already insurmountable, painful enough without this image also in my head.But I couldnt ignore the rainbow sparkles that reflected o nto her skin when I got close-set(prenominal). My jaw locked at the sight. Could I be any more of a freak? I imagined her terror if she opened her eyes nowI started to retreat, but she mumbled again, holding me there.Mmm Mmm. Nothing intelligible. Well, I would wait for a bit.I carefully stole her book, stretching my arm out and holding my breath while I was close, just in case. I started breathing again when I was a few yards away, tasting the way the sunshine and open air affected her scent. The heat seemed to sweeten the smell. My throat flamed with desire, the fire wise(p) and fierce again because I had been away from her for too long.I spent a moment controlling that, and then forcing myself to breathe through my nose I allow her book fall open in my hands. Shed started with the first book I flipped through the pages quickly to the third chapter of Sense and Sensibility, searching for something potentially offensive in Austens overly polite prose.When my eyes stopped autom atically at my name the character Edward Ferrars being introduced for the first time Bella spoke again.Mmm. Edward. She sighed.This time I did not fear that she had awoken. Her voice was just a low, wistful murmur. Not the scream of fear it would have been if shed seen me now.Joy warred with self-loathing. She was still dreaming of me, at least.Edmund. Ahh. Too.closeEdmund?Ha She wasnt dreaming of me at all, I cognize blackly. The self-loathing returned in force. She was dreaming of fictional characters. So much for my conceit. I replaced her book, and stole back into the cover of the shadows where I belonged.The afternoon passed and I watched, feeling helpless again, as the sun slowly sank in the sky and the shadows crawled across the lawn toward her. I wanted to push them back, but the darkness was needed the shadows took her. When the light was gone, her skin looked too pale ghostly. Her hair was dark again, almost black against her face.It was a frightening thing to watch like witnessing Alices visions come to fruition. Bellas steady, noticeable heartbeat was the only reassurance, the sound that kept this moment from feeling like a nightmare.I was relieved when her father arrived home.I could hear little from him as he drove down the street toward the house. Some vague annoyancein the past, something from his day at work. Expectation mixed with hunger I guessed that he was looking forward to dinner. But his thoughts were so quiet and contained that I could not be sure I was right I only got the gist of them.I wondered what her mother sounded like what the genetic combination had been that had formed her so uniquely.Bella started awake, jerking up to a sitting position when the tires of her fathers car hit the brick driveway. She stared around herself, seeming confused by the unexpected darkness. For one brief moment, her eyes touched the shadows where I hid, but they flickered quickly away.Charlie? she asked in a low voice, still peering into th e trees border the small yard.The door of his car slammed shut, and she looked to the sound. She got to her feet quickly and gathered her things, casting one more look back toward the woods. I moved into a tree closer to the back window near the small kitchen, and listened to their evening. It was interesting to compare Charlies linguistic communication to his muffled thoughts. His love and concern for his only daughter were nearly overwhelming, and yet his words were always terse and casual. Most of the time, they sat in companionable silence.I heard her discuss her plans for the following evening in Port Angeles, and I polished my own plans as I listened. Jasper had not warned Peter and Charlotte to stay clear of Port Angeles. Though I knew that they had fed recently and had no intention of catch any where in the vicinity of our home, I would watch her, just in case. After all, there were always others of my kind out there. And then, all those human dangers that I had never mu ch considered before now.I heard her worry aloud about leaving her father to prepare dinner alone, and smiled at this proof to my supposition yes, she was a care-taker.And then I left, knowing I would return when she was asleep.I would not trespass on her privacy the way the peeping tom would have. I was here for her protection, not to leer at her in the way Mike Newton no doubt would, were he agile enough to move through the treetops the way I could. I would not treat her so crassly.My house was empty when I returned, which was fine by me. I didnt miss the confused or disparaging thoughts, questioning my sanity. Emmett had left a note stuck to the newel post.Football at the Rainier field cmon Please?I found a pen and scrawled the word vicious beneath his plea. The teams were even without me, in any case.I went for the shortest of hunting trips, contenting myself with the smaller, gentler creatures that did not taste as good as the hunters, and then changed into fresh clothes b efore I ran back to Forks.Bella did not sleep as well tonight. She thrashed in her blankets, her face sometimes worried, sometimes sad. I wondered what nightmare haunted herand then realized that perhaps I really didnt want to know.When she spoke, she mostly muttered derogatory things about Forks in a glum voice. Only once, when she sighed out the words Come back and her hand twitched open a wordless plea did I have a chance to hope she might be dreaming of me. The next day of school, the last day the sun would hold me prisoner, was much the same as the day before. Bella seemed even gloomier than yesterday, and I wondered if she would bow out of her plans she didnt seem in the mood.But, being Bella, she would probably put her friends enjoyment above that of her own.She wore a deep blue blouse today, and the color set her skin off perfectly, making it look like fresh cream.School ended, and Jessica agreed to pick the other girls up Angela was going, too, for which I was grateful. I went home to get my car. When I found that Peter and Charlotte were there, I decided could soften to give the girls an hour or so for a head start. I would never be able to bear following behind them, driving at the speed limit hideous thought.I came in through the kitchen, nodding vaguely at Emmetts and Esmes greetings as I passed by everyone in the front path and went straight to the piano. Ugh, hes back. Rosalie, of course.Ah, Edward. I hate to see him suffering so. Esmes joy was becoming marred by concern. She should be concerned. This love story she envisioned for me was careening toward a tragedy more perceptibly every moment.Have fun in Port Angeles tonight, Alice thought cheerfully. Let me know when Im allowed to talk to Bella.Youre pathetic. I cant believe you missed the peppy last night just to watch somebody sleep, Emmett grumbled.Jasper paid me no mind, even when the song I played came out a little more stormily than Id intended. It was an old song, with a familia r theme impatience. Jasper was saying goodbye to his friends, who eyed me curiously.What a strange creature, the Alice-sized, white-blond Charlotte was thinking.And he was so normal and pleasant the last time we met.Peters thoughts were in sync with hers, as was usually the case.It must be the animals. The lack of human blood drives them mad eventually, he was concluding. His hair was just as fair as hers, and almost as long. They were very similar except for size, as he was almost as tall as Jasper in both look and thought. A well matched pair, Id always thought.Everyone but Esme stopped thinking about me after a moment, and I played in more subjugate tones so that I would not attract notice.I did not pay attention to them for a long while, just letting the music distract me from my unease. It was hard to have the girl out of sight and mind. I only returned my attention to their conversation when the goodbyes grew more final.If you see Maria again, Jasper was saying, a little wa rily, tell her I wish her well.Maria was the vampire who had created both Jasper and Peter Jasper in the latter half of the nineteenth century, Peter more recently, in the nineteen forties. Shed looked Jasper up once when we were in Calgary. It had been an eventful visit wed had to move immediately. Jasper had politely asked her to keep her distance in the future.I dont imagine that will happen soon, Peter said with a laugh Maria was undeniable dangerous and there was not much love lost between her and Peter. Peter had, after all, been instrumental in Jaspers defection. Jasper had always been Marias favorite she considered it a minor detail that she had once planned to kill him. But, should it happen, I certainly will.They were shaking hands then, preparing to depart. I let the song I was playing trail off to an unsatisfying end, and got hastily to my feet.Charlotte, Peter, I said, nodding.It was nice to see you again, Edward, Charlotte said doubtfully. Peter just nodded in retur n.Madman, Emmett threw after me.Idiot, Rosalie thought at the same time.Poor boy. Esme.And Alice, in a chiding tone. Theyre going straight east, to Seattle. No where near Port Angeles. She showed me the proof in her visions.I pretended I hadnt heard that. My excuses were already flimsy enough.Once in my car, I felt more relaxed the robust purr of the engine Rosalie had boosted for me last year, when she was in a better mood was soothing. It was a relief to be in motion, to know that I was getting closer to Bella with every mile that flew away under my tires.