I stared at the team uncertain, but I trusted that Aaron being my brother, he wouldn't freak out and would be able to contain the rest of the team from trying to go skydiving to get away.
Taking a deep breath, and sucking up what little courage I had, I looked at each one of them to emphasize that I wasn't punking them. "When I made the decision to move to Forks, I became associated with the 'Cullen Clan,'" I quoted in the air. "They were these dangerously beautiful creatures, and the loner of the group began to take a liking to me." I looked down at my hands as they played with the hem of my shirt.
"I knew there was something... different about them. The way the moved was to graceful, they way they never ate the food they had sitting in front of them. I just had no idea how different they were..." I trailed off as I glanced up to gauge there reactions and I knew if nothing else, I had there undivided attention. I looked back down as I continuted my pathetic story.
"He tried to warn me, to scare me off. But I didn't care. I wanted to know all about them, all about HIM. So I did. I asked around, and from my best friend's tribal stories, I found out they were the 'Cold Ones' from the legends long ago. Or, more commonly know to us pale-faces as...vampires." I looked back into the members of the teams eyes and saw all the normal things that I should have felt that day. Shock. Disbelief. Denial. Terror.
But today, all I felt was numb.
As the team and I listened to her story, I think there was a collective breathe taken when she said vampires. To use, she said just confirmed our worst childhood monsters that as teens and young adults, we were forced to believe wasn't real. Just stories to make us kids to be careful of misbehaving.
But here Bella was, telling us otherwise. I wasn't sure about the rest of the team, but there was something there, something in the way she told her story, the way she seemed so nervous, that made me believe her, no matter how crazy the story seemed.
I just wanted to tell that she wasn't alone, that I would believe anything that came out of her pouty pink mouth, but I couldn't work up the courage.
So I sat in silience as she continued on with her story. From the time she was almost raped, to the time she almost was changed into one of them. And as she began to reach the end of her story, I could feel the pain and hurt that was rolling off her in thick waves. It washed over me, drowning me, as she said with blank, glassy, tearfilled eyes that he had left her.
Left her in the middle of the woods. Alone, broken, waiting for him to come back. But he didn't. And as the tears that she had been holding back from the very beginning of her painfilled story spilled over her cheeks, I couldn't help myself when I had risen from my seat and taken her in my arms, stroking her hair and whispering that it was gonna be okay. I knew that everyone was staring at my back in shock and amazment, knowing that I was one of the last people on the plane that would ever try to comfort someone.
But at the moment, I couldn't find it in myself to care. Because as she cried softly into my shirt, she gripped me in a strong hug and whispered those words that had me frozen, and knowing that I would never hurt her like that vampire did.
She whispered softly into my chest, "Please don't leave me. Don't leave me too."
And I knew right then.
She was mine.