*this is the 2nd update of the day
Charlie pulled up to Michael Newton Sr.'s house less than fifteen minutes later, pounding on the door without hesitation.
A wary Mrs. Newton answered a diminutive woman in her twenties and Newton's third wife. She couldn't have been over five feet tall, with fairy-like features, dark hair, and enchanting blue eyes.
"He's expecting you." She invited him inside, closing and securing the door. "He's in his office. May I grab you a drink?"
Charlie's mouth suddenly dried, forcing him to nod. "Just water please if it's not too much trouble. Is your stepson here?"
The woman smirked, something dark filling her eyes. It was gone before Charlie could focus on it. "My son is indisposed at the moment."
Something about her always made Charlie's skin crawl, but he could never explain why. It felt more instinctual as if looks could be deceiving. As soon as the thought entered his mind, it disappeared, easing the tension in his shoulders.
More relaxed and unsure of why he was there, Charlie smiled at the elusive but enchanting Mrs. Newton. "I'll just have a word or two with your husband then."
"I'll be right in with your drink."
Charlie made his way toward the office, having been there plenty of times. Do not drink! Do not drink! The usual whispers from the woods that surrounded Forks, Washington screamed and chanted, filling Charlie's head with horrible images.
They disappeared too quickly for him to focus on them, to understand them. The screaming turned to whispers, then to nothing. He couldn't remember why he was there in the first place, but it seemed as good a time as any to stop by and see an old friend.
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"Bella, you need to slow down, baby." Edward placed his hand on her thigh, wishing he had suggested driving.
"You notice how they somehow avoided answering certain questions." Her fingers tightened around the steering wheel until her knuckles were white with tension. "They purposely avoided confirming or denying the fact that I'm older than you by almost five years, and yet, all my records and memories only show that I'm the same age as you. How is that possible?"
"I don't know, but killing us isn't the answer." He squeezed her thigh and begged with his gorgeous green eyes for her to stop.
She slowed down. "I hate driving so damn slow."
Edward removed his hand and slapped his own leg in frustration. "Shit, we forgot to ask about the car thing. That shit is scary to think about. Your car was in your driveway, but after losing time in the woods, it suddenly reappears when you needed it."
"One of a thousand questions we need answers to, at least my aunt and uncle agreed to meet us later." After they checked with Charlie. She turned toward the hiking trails. "Until then, we're killing time in the woods."
"Do you honestly think that's a good idea?" Edward looked out the window, the trees and foliage closing in together, tightening, to the point he couldn't distinguish one from another.
"No, but we don't have to get out of the car." She smirked at him and a slow slide of her tongue made him clear his throat.
"Look, I'm a guy, a teenager at that, I'm always game for a little action in the back seat with you. But I'm also not an asshole. You're worried, scared, and fucking pissed. I'm not interested in being a distraction."
She rolled her eyes, shrugging. "Fine, we can talk. There's some shit I need to say."
"The heat between us just turned to ice with that said."
Bella wouldn't apologize for being honest with him. They needed to talk about what the hell was going on in Forks. What they learned from their more than reluctant family. The connection between them hadn't lessened, at least on her end. They needed to discuss that, too.
"If we plan to get answers, you're going to have to open yourself again."
Edward's brow tightened for a second, then his eyebrows shot up. "You want me to read your uncle Garret and your father again." He shook his head. "Because the last time went so well."
Bella put her car in park and turned off the engine, having pulled off the side of the road near the trail entrances. "We'll ask questions, find out who all the original five are, and then go from there. If, and I'm saying if, you need to prepare yourself. Something serious is coming or going down; I'm not sure. It's bad, Edward. Not good."
"I know." He rubbed at his chest, refusing to look at her. One look in those incredible eyes, he'd give her one hell of a distraction. "I can't see the future or a bunch of possible futures, but I can feel something stirring in the air."
"I agree, and..."
The pause made Edward look up, and he regretted it. She looked as if she'd seen a ghost. He followed her line of vision and whispered, "Who the fuck is that?"
A lone figure in pale blue and white stood at the tree line, staring right at them.
"My mother."
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The Whispering Woods
FanfictionThey say Crescent Hill Woods whisper to some and scream at others. Even in your dreams. Welcome to Forks, Washington. Home of the Spartans. Stay Out of the Whispering Woods. Drabble fic, all chapters under 900 words each.
