Everything seems to be falling into place, surprisingly so. A year ago I wouldn’t have imagined my life in its current state, and in a couple of days I will become a wife; a life changing role in one’s life, more to me than anybody else…
In saying that I have no problem with the whole marriage thing - ‘Mrs. Cullen’, I don’t mind the sound of that at all.
What worries me are the disapproving looks I’ll get from Jacob and Charlie…but they’ll have to get used to it seeing I’m going to be with Edward forever (literally FOREVER).
Speaking of Jake I agreed to have one last hang out with him before I tie the knot with Edward which for him just means a one way ticket to the “pale faces”.
Right now though I have a wedding to plan apparently, waiting for Alice to negotiate flower arrangements and seating plans..ugh…
“Hey Bella, Where’s Alice?” As Rosalie enters the room you can instantly smell her distinctive perfume as it quickly fills the room.
“I’m not sure, I’m waiting for her to organise wedding…stuff” I reply quickly as Rose’s presence always seem to intimidate me.
I know Rose has this effect on people with her beauty – but today she looks exceptionally breathtaking, my eyes are fixed onto her like a predator preying on her features ready to pounce any second. I’ve found myself getting anxious and nervous – this is so strange.
“What are you looking at? Rosalie snaps me out of this euphoric state.
I hesitate “N…nothing, sorry”.
“Well, let me know when Alice is around” She demands walking out of the room.
My heart is still beating faster than ever – much like the first time I saw Edward…
Confused and trying to comprehend what just took place Alice startles me with her trolley of flowers, “BELLA!” – As she goes to take a seat next to mine she freezes into a trance, she’s having a vision.
Her facial expression shows confusion as her forehead creases and eyes in despair.
“What, what did you see??” I ask impatiently.
“Rosalie…she’s furious…at someone – I can’t quite make out whom, but it’s a woman. She’s yelling and screaming at her. It was frightening”.
My heart thuds once again as I hear Rosalie’s name.
“Why is she so angry?” Curious as if it has some relation to me.
“I don’t know. It was obscure. I’ve never seen Rosalie that angry for the period I’ve know her”.
Alice’s vision unresolved we settled with the agreement it had something to do with Emmett and moved onto the wedding planning, though the whole time all I could think of was Rose – Alice’s vision and my encounter with her earlier.
I met up with Edward briefly before it was time to hang with Jake. Edward had already seen what Alice had seen of course and he seemed to have brushed it off with the same theory we decided upon with Emmett. He admitted attempting to read Rosalie’s mind but he failed to do so only retrieving a blurred train of thoughts. I suggested a werewolf was involved as Alice’s vision seems to cut off with the interference of werewolves – but he didn’t buy the idea so I dropped it.
I reach Jake’s place with an unsettling, almost apprehensive feeling leeched onto me since I left the Cullen’s.
“Hey Bella”
I swear Jake is on steroids with how buff he looks every time we meet.
“Hey Jake, been working out?” I laugh.
“You know me ha-ha” He joins me in laughter and then initiates a greeting hug then realises -“Whoa Bells, do you have a fever or something? Your body temperature is abnormally high” Jake asks me worried.
“Not that I know of” I reply surprised.
“It’s like extreme”.
Quick streams of thoughts rush through my head; mainly revolving around Rosalie.
Trying not to expose my thoughts I tell Jake “I feel fine; I’ve had a weird day though”.
“I think we should get you to a hospital, this is way out of the norm” Jake insists.
“Seriously Jake, I’m fine”
“No I’m SERIOUS Bella – let's go” His voice raised he grabs my arm dragging me in the direction of my truck.
I could only hear his voice blurred in the background of my beating heart, now pounding – then SNAP. I resist Jacob (well try to) “GET OFF ME JACOB, I’M FINE!!” This roar comes from nowhere.
Struggling to maintain my breathing I feel a sounding rage within me, I could literally feel my blood boiling. I break out a sweat as if someone had pulled a lever to execute all the sweat from my body at once.
We both stood dead still in shock finding myself in close utter madness
“Are you…okay Bella?” Jacob breaks the silence.
“I don’t know” I reply with much doubt.
“I thought I was going to burst into flames – I didn’t realize I was that angry. I’m sorry”.
I try to explain but no words could really justify what just took place. Then I remember the incident earlier at the Cullen’s. I tell Jake every last detail hopelessly.
“…I hope this is not what I think it is” Jake after deep thought says in a worrisome tone.
“This is going to sound crazy, but, I think you may be a werewolf. You must carry some of our genes Bella”.
“What. That’s INSANE and not to mention impossible” Well, it is.
“It’s an extremely rare case but I’ve heard stories from my dad before. Nothing else explains your outburst and your feelings for Blondie. I think you may have imprinted on her…it’s the only possible explanation”.
As Jake explains and lists my symptoms it strangely starts making more sense. But what does this all mean? Will I phase? What will I tell Edward?
“You have to tell him” Jake answers the obvious question as if he read my mind.
“I can’t. I have to confirm 100% before I do” I reply defensively trying to convince myself more than Jake.
“It might be too late before then; this is the initial stage for us shape-shifters. The transformation process will accelerate from here” Jake informs.
In fear of Edward eventually finding out by reading Jakes mind - I decide to tell Edward.
I approach the Cullen’s restlessly, literally talking myself into believing everything is going be fine. I walk in reluctantly and I find Rosalie in the kitchen.
I freeze.
The werewolf genes must have possessed me at that moment because words came out of my mouth that I didn’t (or rather couldn’t) process in my head.
“I’ve imprinted on you Rose”
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