Memoirs of Her Scent

Ch3: The Game

“Can we come in?” Alice asked softly from the hall as she wrapped the door with knocks as I, tersely, struggled to sort out the feelings emanating through Edward’s closed door towards me. There seemed to be some kind of struggle going on, however, laughter could be heard. Alice opened the door as Edward’s voice carried itself to us.

“Go ahead, come in, please.” My expression as I saw the scene before me must be a trifled shocked, I’m sure, Bella was conventionally seated on Edward’s lap and upon seeing us her cheeks burned with a sweet taunting song making me pause at the door for precarious reasons, all in all Edward seemed at ease and in control. Edward. However, Alice seemed to find nothing wrong with their embrace, she walked- danced really, in that peculiar graceful way of hers- to the center of the room, where she folded herself lithely onto the floor, content. All the while I stared at Edward, tasting the atmosphere with my unusual sensitivity and sensed the curiosity that radiated from Bella and Edward’s contented ease.

“It sounded like you were having Bella for lunch, and we came to see if you would share, investigating you see,” my Alice announced. Bella stiffened for an instant, until she realized that Edward was grinning- her trust of Edward impeccable.

“Sorry, I don’t think I have enough to spare,” Edward replied, his arm holding Bella recklessly close, causing her to blush and once again I was impressed and shocked, but it quickly passed.

“Actually,” I said, smiling despite myself as I allowed myself to walk into the room, “Alice says there’s going to be a real storm tonight, and Emmett agreed to play ball once she told him. Are you game?”

Apparently the context of my words confused Bella, however, I could tell that she gathered Alice to be more reliable than the weather man and she was right, if that’s what she was thinking, which, even though I can’t read minds like Edward- and he can’t even read hers- seemed to be the case.

I saw Edward’s eyes lit up, but he seemed hesitant as his gaze turned to Bella. I stared at the both of them with curiosity, a frown adorning my granite features, and thought of the abandonment with which Edward expressed himself in front of his Bella, his human girlfriend. He seemed completely at ease being himself in front of Bella and she, too, seemed at ease as if the events that unfolded before her were second nature to her. Normally, the human reaction to us would be to feel scared witless and flee or simply have the urge to kill such appalling creatures that tarnished their society and threatened their existence. Bella was different, and this had been the cause of Edward’s suffering for he couldn’t believe, though it made him happy, that Bella would so easily accept him and return his feelings, it disturbed him to no end. I wondered what would have happen if he had never confessed his feelings for her; would he have gone mad, lost in his own grievance as we began to loose a member of our family? His dilemma had really troubled us all, especially Rosalie.