Twilight Fanfiction!

Summary: Two new pairs of amber eyes entered the white house for the first time in a long time. Edward never trusted them from the start. It's truth and lies again and only a matter of time before their Russian roulette comes to a sudden and violent end. ECLIPSE SPIOLERS. EdwardBella

No new characters make their appearences in this short chapter yet. All existing characters are owned by S. Meyer.

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"This isn't as bad as you think, honestly," Alice promised. Somehow, though, doubt entered my mind as the crimson bottle came out.

"You really like that color, don't you?" I muttered, curling my toes away.

She shot me a look, but the nail polish was unscrewed and the tiny brush was edging closer. I whimpered pathetically.

"Oh, really Bella, after all you've been through-" she began, but then something happened. Her eyes got very wide and her whole body froze on the spot. The red brush fell to the white carpet unattended.

I took her shoulders carefully and willed her to look at me. "Alice? Alice, what do you see?" I questioned calmly.

She looked over my shoulder blankly for another minute, humming, and then snapped back into the current time. She stared at me with excitement and laughed musically under her breath.

"What was it?" I asked.

Alice gathered her brush again, ignoring the bright red stain on her expensive carpet. "Oh, nothing," she answered nonchalantly. "Now, let me see your feet…"

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Around nine o' clock, Alice sighed. "He's here to take you away," she huffed.

I smiled hugely as the red paintbrush returned to its bottle and was sealed away. "Thanks a lot, Alice," I began.

She held up a white hand. "Don't even. I've hardly gotten started." She looked sad, her wide, obsidian eyes glistening at the thought, but suddenly something clicked, and she smiled brightly. "We'll just add it onto next time!"

I laughed nervously and pushed myself to a stand. Arms wrapped around my waist and he leaned into the side of my face, whispering in my ear. "I missed you."

I held my gasp, controlling my reaction. Instead, I twisted around in his arms until I met his vibrant amber gaze and tried to play it cool. "Me, too," I sighed. Somehow, I couldn't manage to subtract my sense of relief properly. He smiled.

"Thanks again, Alice," he said.

"Oh, no." She smiled too wide. "Thank you."

Something in Edward's face twisted as he tried to read her mind. I turned to scrutinize her face, to see if I could somehow find what he couldn't understand, but I couldn't tell. She was happily content. Too happy, I might say.

"You're hiding something from me," Edward accused.

"Oh, me?" she asked innocently, batting her eyelashes. "I wouldn't dream of it."

"Right," he said sourly, flashing his quick eyes to me, but I was just as mystified. "You wouldn't have anything to do with this, would you?"

"No," I answered honestly.

He set his mouth, flashed a look at Alice (she smiled again and waved), and we were gone.

I fell into his leather sofa softly, my head persuaded gently against the arm. Edward leaned over me, whispering in my skin. His fingers massaged my jaw with just the tips, moving silently and expertly.

I couldn't help smiling. "I still don't think I'm quite as fragile as you've deluded yourself into believing."

He pulled back, a solemn expression masking his face, but his eyes glittered. "Oh, really?" he asked, brushing the length of my cheek with the back of his hand. "Please do tell."

"Maybe compared to you I'm a tad more breakable, but I do believe I've proved my metal a series of times," I claimed proudly, puffing out my chest.

He couldn't completely control his expression enough to leave out a smirk. "Indeed, you have," he agreed. "But I'm not taking any chances. You knew this already."

"Yeah, but…" The way Jacob handled me before flashed behind my eyelids when I blinked. I inhaled sharply at the unexpected revisit into the tomb of memories I'd sworn to never open. How I felt so much closer, so much safer… "Never mind," I said quickly, distracting myself by reexamining his massive collection of CDs.

Edward eyed me carefully with a look I didn't like –only because it looked like he knew. He always did.

"Is something bothering you?" he asked gently, pulling back to examine my expression.

I opened my mouth, but was distracted by the beauty of his warm, honey eyes. They swam with emotions; the ones reflected now selfless interest touched with faint worry. He didn't want me to answer because of obligation or lie because of guilt. What he wanted was to relieve the stress from me, I realized.

I bit my lip as pain swept through me. How could anyone be so selfless? I could never return his kindness. It seemed like an impossibility to relate to or experience. I remembered something then that calmed the tenseness of the air.

Smiling softly, I whispered, "Nothing, Edward." He smiled briefly, but his eyes retained the anxiety behind them until he bent his head into my shoulder and lay there silently. "Because you are healing," I murmured, stroking his auburn hair, utterly content.

Edward breathed cool, sweet air out slowly in a sigh and relaxed his uneasy body.

He was an impossibility.

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The noisy little yellow telephone rang obnoxiously, screaming in the silent kitchen. Startled, I jumped five feet in the air and dropped my textbook on my foot.

"Ow," I hissed, hobbling over to the phone by pulling myself along the counter. It rang impatiently in its cradle.

"I'm getting there," I muttered angrily, picking up the phone. "Hello?" I tried to erase the irritation and pain from my voice.

"Hello. You must be Bella Swan?" a cool, feminine voice answered. It sounded like it was suppressing laughter.

"Yeah," I answered slowly, instantly cautious. "Are you a friend of Charlie's?"

"Oh, heavens, no," it laughed quietly. "I'm a friend of Edward's."

This shocked me. "Oh?" I asked, my voice suddenly uncomfortably high. Females and Edward didn't mix well with me.

"Yes. I know what he is, Bella. I know."

I fell against the counter, numb. "W-what? I don't understand," I stuttered. The diamond heart on my bracelet weaved through my fingers quickly.

"Well, it sounds like you're in on our little secret. At least you won't have a heart attack. Hopefully. I'd hate to offend Carlisle. I'll leave you to do whatever it is you were doing- sorry for the interruption. I just needed to hear it for myself. Tell Carlisle I say hello!"

"Wait," I gasped, still trying to warp my mind around the situation. "How-?"

"Ciao!"

The line went dead.