Maria (cabecilla) wrote in dawnsfirstlight, @ 2009-06-12 22:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | edward, maria |
WHO: Edward and Maria
WHEN: Ummm, slightly backdated; sometime after the return from Le Honeymoon
WHERE: Casa de Cullen!
It wasn’t that Maria was avoiding him, per se. In fact, she was pretty sure he might be doing some of the avoiding as well. She heard that Edward and his new bride had come back to town but she was quietly biding her time. She knew that he was apprehensive with her presence to begin with, moreso now that it was obvious she was here to stay. And now the days were passing, she wasn’t going anywhere, and his little bride was still human? His avoiding her was not at all surprising.
But it couldn’t happen forever. And really, Maria didn’t understand what the fuss was about. Yes, she had heard stories of how compelling the girl was, how delectable her scent would be, and how tempting she was to everyone around her. And Maria past was just a little too colorful to ignore. But really, turning newborns was all about control. To drink and not get caught up in the frenzy. To not let the blood overwhelm. And she had over two hundred years of exercising this control. She was a pro. Just because she enjoyed quenching her blood thirst didn’t make her a slave to it.
Unfortunately it wasn’t the most persuasive of arguments in her favor, even if it was the strongest. So she let Edward and the rest of the family dance around her, shooing her away from the house every once in a while, letting or making her go outside to hunt whenever the threat of Bella coming to the house loomed over the head. Not that she minded. There was that lingering threat of Edward as well. The mind reader. She kept her thoughts clean and simple. Let her memories only be of these past few months, thoughts of hunger only springing forth memories of animals, no people. Let her thoughts be of concentration for her new life, and not linger on thoughts of Jasper and her home, and how best to take him with her.
She was being careful. Almost overly so. And when she thought she might slip she thought of completely different things. Of books she read, songs she liked, poems that she had memorized. Anything to keep him busy while she left the room, left his presence, and she could let her mind wander freely until the next time they met and they couldn’t avoid each other.
Which apparently was today. She found herself on one end of the hallway and he on the other, the staircase they both needed directly between them. She offered him a slight smile, tight and not even close to reaching her eyes, but it was polite nonetheless.
“Hello.”