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Shelley turns on the light as she hears a snap outside the window. Rising up, goes to the window and looks out expecting any kind of danger. All she sees is the wind blowing hard. But she's rattled. She closes the curtains, then reaches for the book she bought earlier. She thumbs through the cover which says, 'QUILEUTE FOLK STORIES AND ART.'
She looks through to see photos of ancient, carved masks. Comical, menacing, haunting… then she stops on a photo of a white mask with black eyes and a row of sharp teeth. The inscription reads, 'The Cold One.'
She quickly goes to her computer and Google 'Cold One' and several beer ads appear. Frustrated, she closes the pop-ups, revealing a link to: 'The Cold One: Apotamkin.'
Several pictures begin loading: the seductive Apotamkin with his ice-blue skin, devouring his victims in tapestries, engravings, paintings. Creatures beautiful and horrific. Craven, skeletal demons attacking villages; perfectly sculpted predators, luring innocent maidens… it’s all murder, blood, sexuality.
Shelley carefully thinks through all the information she gathered throughout her time getting to know the Cullens. Esdras put down that group of guys only by himself. Then there's Edward who stopped the car, doing a huge amount of damage to the van, but not himself. No human can do such things. Can they?
And finally it landed on a picture of a handsome man biting a woman's neck.
Shelley reels back from the computer in utter disbelief. "It’s not possible…"
She grabs her water bottle to take a sip of water, but a frown appears on her face as she finds it empty. Directing herself out of her room, Shelley straightly walks to the kitchen. She struggles inside her mind to make sense of the only words roaming inside her head.
She fills her water bottle with some fresh water before heading back to her bedroom. But then stop right in front of her sister's bedroom as she hears a male voice inside her room. Charlie can't be home this early. He's on the night shift today. Who is it?
"Bella?" She knocks on her door and waits for her sister to open it.
Taking a full ten seconds, Bella finally opens it with a nervous smile.
"What took you so long?" Shelley raises her eyebrow, feeling suspicious.
"I was taking a nap." Bella reasons. "Do you want anything?"
"I heard a male voice from your room." The blonde replies suspiciously taking a tour of her sister's room. She visibly sees her gulping at her actions. She's definitely hiding something from her. Finally arriving at the conclusion that there isn't any guy hiding inside Bella's room, the blonde turns to her sister. "Do you want to say anything to me?"
