Fear Chapter Two

Beatriz flopped down on the sofa, exhausted. She didn't want to go into her room. It felt...tainted, now. She would just wait until Rosita got home.

He waited until she fell asleep and then put her back in the closet and put everything back to the way it was, not a hair out of place (literally). He moved her last though so he could savor holding her when she wasn't protesting. She was so peaceful and beautiful. He put her in the position she was in before she came out and saw him. Then he left. He went home to take a shower. Anna kept him there where he told her what happened. His emotions went on the roller coaster, but this time only a ghost of the tremendous, rather addicting feeling before.
"She has permanently altered you. You'll never be the same" she said shaking her head.

"Hey! I'm home!" someone shouted. Beatriz drowsily opened her eyes. It was dark. She couldn't see anything. Where in the world was she?
Beatriz flailed around until she finally slammed against the closet door, pushing it open. She collapsed on the carpet, horror filling her. She was back in the closet! She had been back in the closet! How had that happened? It didn't make sense! She remembered seeing Caspian there, after her father left...Dad!
She dashed out of the room and raced down the steps, whizzing straight past Rosita who called out, "Where's the fire?" Beatriz nearly tripped once but righted herself. She skidded down the hallway, then flung open the garage door. Her father's car...it was gone.
Beatriz stumbled past her frightened sister, staggering to her father's room. His clothes, his suitcase, everything...it was gone. She flipped open her phone, then checked her dialed calls. Tía Marta was among them. Though Caspian had put her back where she was, he hadn't been able to erase what had happened. He had only made things worse.
Bea collapsed on the sofa, sobbing into her hand. He had been back. Caspian had gone through her house, touched her...that sent shivers through her body. She was so afraid. After all she had done! She had locked the windows and doors. Still, he had come back! He had come back!
Nowhere, absolutely nowhere, was safe.
And that's what scared her.

Anna sat him down and called Carlisle. He said he was dealing with something rather similar. His first changling, Edward (the one Anna thought was quite dashing), had apparently fallen for a human girl. She quickly explained how messed up the girl was and Carlisle didn't know what to do either. He also had to go because he said she had just come in. She thanked him and sighed. "I don't know what we're going to do. She probably thinks your crazy. What if she finds out? Goodness now she'll be afraid of me! And I actually LIKED her!" she said, but stopped in mid-rant. That wouldn't help.

"Bea?" Rosita whispered, tapping her sister. Beatriz didn't move. She was leaning against the arm of the couch, staring with dead eyes at nothing. She didn't respond when Rosy touched her. She knew her older sister was alive because she was shivering slightly, and her eyes were filling up with tears. Other than that, she could have been a statue.
Rosita had a lot of questions. Where was her father? Why was Bea so upset? had something happened? What should they do now? Why did everyone leave them? Still, she asked none of these. That wouldn't help. She just headed straight into the kitchen.
She remembered that, whenever she wasn't feeling well, her mom would make her some hot chocolate. Her mom would stuff it with loads of marshmallows and cinnamon. Then, her mom would come back into Rosy's room and curl up beside her on the bed. "Won't you get sick, Mama?" Rosy would ask. "Nope," Mama would reply. "We've got our hot chocolate here! Don't you know, hot chocolate is really a secret way to keep people from getting sick and cure colds. But the government doesn't want us to know that," she'd whispered conspiratorily. Rosy would laugh. Mama always thought the government was out to get them.
When Rosita had finished making the hot chocolate, she took two mugs of it out into the living room. She set one on the table before Beatriz, then sat down beside her. She sipped her hot chocolate carefully. After a few minutes, Beatriz stretched out a weak hand for the mug. It was hard for her to talk through her tears. "Gracias," she finally whispered.
"De nada," Rosita shrugged. They sat there for a while, sipping.

"I'm so sorry Anna, I really am. But I can't...stay away. Not for too long anyhow. I at least want to know what I did to her" he pleaded with her.

She sighed. "Look, I'll go listen in for about 2 minutes, maybe look inside, and see if she's alright. Sound ok?"

He bear hugged her. "Thanks Anna! I will be more careful...if I can. Or...I'll have to find a way to leave" he said gravely.

"Oh don't be stupid. We'll figure out something" she said. Then when he released her she said, "Now stay right here!" then lithely jumped out the nearest window and ran to Beatriz's house to sit on her roof and listen.

When Beatriz was done, she didn't talk to Rosita. She set her mug down on the table and hugged her knees close to herself. She just didn't have the words for how she felt. She wasn't sure if there were any. Rosita simply waited patiently, pulling at her frayed jeans.
"Dad's gone," Beatriz finally said. "For good. I think."

Anna heard this and sighed. She not only wanted to go and comfort her, but she wanted to go find her father again. But she knew this time she couldn't. Beatriz would begin to search for answers then and they'd have to leave. And Caspian would be really upset. It was a good thing he sucked at tracking or else her dad would have gotten it. She decided to stay for as long as she could.

Rosita sipped at her hot chocolate. It was cold, now. Still, she liked the feeling of the mug inside of her hands. She didn't want to set it down. And she feared that if she didn't hold anything, she would fall apart.
Beatriz closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing. She desperately wanted to check, see if any doors were open or windows unlocked. Still, she knew that she couldn't. If she started checking, she would simply never stop.
Surprisingly, the fact that her had abandoned his two oldest children didn't bother her. No, that was inaccurate. Beatriz just wasn't...shocked. She had expected it to happen eventually. Everyone left them, after a while. She didn't know why, but that's how it was. No, what bothered her was the fact that Caspian had gotten back in her house. She was still shaken by that. To know that he had touched her while she was unaware made her skin crawl. She shivered just thinking about it.
The two sisters sat side by side, thinking separate thoughts. Beatriz tried not to think and Rosita tried to think ahead.
Finally, Rosita voiced the thought that scared both girls the most. "What now?" she asked.

Anna listened to the silence and was about to head home and try to figure out their best move when she heard Beatriz's sister say, "What now?". She had to know what she was going to say in response.

"We don't do anything," Beatriz shrugged, standing up. She walked to the door with limp legs that dragged along the floor. "What can we do?"

She sat on the roof and frowned to herself. She would have to leave soon.

When Beatriz made it upstairs, she ducked into her mother's room and closed the door.
After her mom left, her dad switched bedrooms. There was no discussing it. He never said anything. It was just something Rosita and Beatriz knew had happened.
Her mother's room looked exactly the same as it did the night before she left. The bed was unmade, the red bedspread tossed about the bed. There was a piece of stationery on the nightstand. Her closet was open, all the clothes gone. Her shoes had vanished. The lampshade was tilted. The room was filled with a soft, orange light. The carpet was a lush red. The room smelled like cinnamon.
Why had she left?

Anna assumed she went into her room and so she beaded home to her brother and told him what happened in a vague manner.

Beatriz sat down on her bed and brought the bedspread to her nose. Even her blanket smelled like cinnamon. The tears sprang in Beatriz's eyes again, and she cried. Why did this always happen to her? Why? What was so awful about her that everyone close disappeared? Was she that bad? Did she suck the life out of those around her? What had she done? What was wrong with her?

The Confession Chapter One

"I'm sorry this is creeping you out. I don't mean to. And...I just feel so protective of you. I can't explain it" he said slowly. His head was actually spinning, he was overwhelmed with all the feelings he had for her. That was sincerely hard for him since he had so much more space in his vampire mind then his human one had. But he was feeling an intense feeling that made him want to go over to her and hold her to him tightly. That must be the feeling of "love" his sister was always telling him that boys felt for her. She had yet to feel such a thing, but she never had described it as such an...astounding feeling. The passion that he had seen people driven to do things that were considered insane, but were for the good, that was the kind of passion he had for her. Looking at her made his eyes soften and he had to get a grip on himself to pay attention to watch her. It took 30 seconds, long enough for him, but he got a hold on reality with a lingering buzz still in place. He looked for her reaction. He had never stopped monitoring and controlling his emotions that would show on his face and in his eyes. What had she seen?

Beatriz pressed her hands to her ears. "Get out," she whispered, her voice filled with fear. "GET OUT!" she screamed, throwing a pair of shoes at him. Her hands were shaking. She brought them to her face. She had seen the expressions as they ran over his face. She had seen things like love, hopefulness, a pleading...Beatriz couldn't bear to see that. She knew what he didn't. Bea wasn't capable of love. She didn't know how to trust people with her emotions, her heart. She didn't know how to talk to people. She couldn't do anything with those emotions. She didn't know how to handle them.
So Beatriz simply pushed Caspian away.

He easily, without thinking, used his hands to flick the shoes away softly. They thudded quiet hard against the opposite wall. "Please Beatriz, just...I...I don't know! I need to figure this out!" he pleaded with her, his whole being wanting to be near her and get on his hands and knees.

"Get the heck out of my house," Beatriz whispered, her head in her hands. She didn't want to collapse anymore. She didn't want to be that old Beatriz, the one who needed to tap doorways three times before she entered them, who had to wash her hands exactly four times before leaving the bathroom, and had to step into her room three times before going to sleep. She didn't have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder anymore. She wasn't messed up. She was a normal, average teenage girl. She obeyed her parents and went to school. Beatriz did not have strange boys in her room or freak out. She refused to become the old her again.

He couldn't turn back. Not now. "I can't. Not until I know...I want...have...need to be with you" he said, feeling like he's malfunctioning. He used all his might to stay in that spot because he wanted to hold her.

"Go away," Beatriz said weakly. She wasn't sure if she could take any more of this. It was just...too much.

"No" he said quietly, walking way too fast towards her. He swept her up in his arms, the riskiest thing he could have ever done but his human emotions overpowered his common sense. "Please let me..."

Beatriz pounded on his chest with her fists. She felt like she couldn't breathe. Her throat was clamming up. It felt like it was on fire. Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears. The emotions...they were just too much for her. She couldn't deal with them! They were the reason she was such a good student. You didn't need emotions to do math. These emotions of hers...they were why she was a good writer. By writing stories that screamed out her deepest desires, she never had to deal with them. Beatriz had become the Beatriz she was today by constantly suppressing her emotions. If she gave into them, like after her mom left...she didn't know what would happen. Would the world end? Would she perish forever?
Or would something good happen?

He looked at her, his face automatically drawn to hers. Her throat was closing a little he could hear but it wasn't dangerous. Besides, Carlisle had taught him CPR and all that jazz. But he couldn't think of that then. Her smell was so intoxicating he felt like he was on drugs or something. Like her scent was so delectable smelling that it should be a crime. He saw her hitting him but couldn't really feel it that much. He was going to tell her to somehow stop doingthis to him when he opened his mouth. His throat was not only on fire but he wanted her to be closer and let his nose skim her neck as he took in a large whiff of her.

Beatriz tried to wriggle out of his iron grip. It was impossible. He wouldn't let go. She couldn't take it anymore! She pounded against him, but he still refused to move. She yelled out in frustration.
Then a thought came to her: how would this look to people? She knew exactly how it would look. Bea couldn't help but laugh. Then, her laughing funny, and she laughed some more. Finally, her laughing began to sound like hysterics and she started to sob. "Let me go!" she cried hoarsely.

When he heard her ask to let her go became back to reality because before, he was in his own little world, just high as a bird. He knew he was pushing both of their lucks but he could handle it surprisingly. He gently set her on the bed. "I'm so sorry...I don't know what came over me" he apologized, backing up slowly, even for a human pace. He forgot the number one thing abot love his sister had told him: the person you love comes first, not the other way around. He
might as well have just killed her then because he had made her cry, he could see that now. That's not what he wanted AT ALL.

Beatriz sat on her bed, her head cradled in her arms. "Get out of my house," she whispered, half of her words drowned out by her sobs. "Just get out of here!" Her hands tightly clutched the bedspread. This time, if Caspian wouldn't leave, she'd call the police. They'd know what to do.

He jumped out the window but had to stay. His eyes felt dry. It was like the time where he thought his sister had died. He realized that it was what it was like to cry in that body. He stayed because after she fell asleep he would have to...oh he knew now. Put her back in the closet and put everything back where it was. Then she'd think it was all a horrible dream.

Beatriz sat, slumped on the bed, until she was certain he was gone. Then, she stumbled out of her room. She shut all of the windows and locked every door. She checked every tiny crack and crevice to make sure even someone like Caspian would have no way to get in. Beatriz's hand shook as she did this. She angrily swiped away tears. She couldn't believe that had happened. She had hated that feeling of helplessness-being unable to stop Caspian from holding her, no matter how many times she pounded on him repeatedly. He could have done anything.
But he hadn't.
Why?
She shook this thought away as she staggered out of Rosita's room. She glanced at the clock. It was three o'clock. Rosita would be coming home soon. Beatriz would have to pull herself together somehow. Yes, she would. After all, their father had just left. Rosy didn't need to deal with this.

He sat there and listened to her shut all the windows and door, locking them. He'd cleaned her chimney the other day (creeper) and he could get in that way. He would wait patiently and try to get a hold of himself