"Haha! I win!" I cried happily jumping up from our game of chess.
"It's no fair if you cheat! I thought you were going to play fair." Said Emmett, angrily crossing his arms across his chest. "Not all of us can be freaky fortune tellers."
I ignored his jab. I in fact had not used my powers for this game, that's what made it so much better.
"Actually Emmett, I didn't cheat. You're just bad at chess." I sniffed, sticking my tong out.
Two voices started from up stairs. A high soprano—obviously Bella's, and a low, musical flowing—Edwards.
The two had gone up an hour ago to play their own game of 'chess'. She wondered how long that would last before they locked lips.
She wouldn't know. It was a family rule that I was not to see into our family's intimate moments. More for my benefit then theirs.
Their voices started again, louder this time.
Bella's voice was higher, playfully accusing him of something or other, though she would never be truly angry at him, as he could never be truly angry at her. It was pathetic sometimes to watch. At first they would be yelling, pointing, and glaring. Then the next moment they would stop all together just to look into each other's eyes.
Of coarse she and jasper did the same but it was different. Jasper and I have been together for decades, we have developed that bond over time, the love was always there but the ability to forgive so suddenly did not come easily in our kind. Vendettas were still around from the 1500s I'm sure.
There was a low growl from up stairs, and then the sound of the bed moving, due to a sudden weight being thrown on it.
Ugh! She rolled her eyes. The two of them had completely changed positions on their argument in the last few weeks.
No, not the one of Bella being changed. Bella had won that one far before either of them had known it.
This argument was whether or not to wait until they wait till they were married before… well they both gave up something to the other.
Bella was always stopping Edward from going too far. It was comical to watch. First the Edward would start to playfully kiss her, and then he would try something, anything to push her. At first it was little things like slipping his hand slightly under her shirt to hold the bare skin or her hips, or suckling on the lobe of her ear. But after a while Bella had not only learned how to stop him, but how to keep most of her reactions from him, he had to beyond what was considered gentlemanly, now he would press her up against a wall, trapping her with his body, then kiss her passionately, or he would slyly let his hand run down her back until it rested against her rear end.
Her reaction to that was priceless.
There were more murmurs from up stairs. They soon turned into the giggles, and then the giggles turned into full out laughs.
Warmth encircled her long unbeating heart. To hear Bella laugh was a beautiful thing. She didn't get the chance often enough, what with all the vampire attacks, threats to her life, and obsessive vampire boyfriends and their families.
The previous warmth disappeared, only to be replaced with a cold blanket of dread that not only clutched her heart, but spun her stomach and force the unnecessary air out of her lungs.
Bella's laughs had turned into screams.
It seemed she could not get up the stairs fast enough, Emmett, Esme, Carlisle, jasper, and even rose were running to Edwards room.
I had no plan of action. If Edward was hurting her there was little we could do to get him off of Bella with out causing her even more pain, if not killing her.
Carlisle reached the door first, throwing it open; Emmett was close behind, getting ready to restrain Edward if necessary.
As soon as the door had flown off its hinges the screams stopped. Carlisle and Emmett stood frozen in the door way. They were blocking my view of the sure to be gruesome scene in the bedroom, so I vaulted over their heads, landing lightly in front of a scene that I was sure to never forget.