5. While Edward Sleeps
Drip drop. Drip drop. Drip, drip, drop.
This was getting a little ridiculous. Edward had already flitted back and forth between each level of the Cullen house, ignoring the curious looks of his siblings. The sensation, once long forgotten, had now returned with a vengeance. This was one thing he definitely had not missed. Now, he wished he had not drunk so much water…
It was madness, returning to the restroom beside his bedroom only to find that just as before there was no commode. And as though one would magically appear or he had overlooked it to begin with, he returned to the others as well, frustrated.
Emmett caught him as Edward peered inside the restroom by the kitchen. "What are you looking for?"
"I can't believe there isn't a single toilet in this house!" Edward said, crossing his legs as he stood there and shifted his weight. He was sure there had been before...
A resounding laugh echoed through the house. "Dude, we're vampires. We don't need them."
Edward disappeared from his brother's sight, searching the lower level of the house. How had Esme neglected to place toilets when any and every other non functional item, knick knack, and piece of furniture were there at their disposal?
It was becoming uncomfortable, and he squeezed his legs together to suppress the feeling, shifting his weight back and forth, back and forth. And it didn't help that there was a constant patter of rain that played as loud as a stereo in his ears. Drip drop. Drip drop. Drip, drip, drop, drop.
"Whoa. You're doing the dance…you must really have to go," Emmett told him as Edward exited that restroom. After finding the closest item within reach, Emmett grabbed an oversized vase and offered it to Edward. "Use this."
"No! That's Esme's antique vase!"
"When you gotta go, you gotta go."
Now, Carlisle had appeared beside Emmett, gesturing for him to return the vase back to its stand. "Son, just go outside. Use the earth," he urged.
Scrunching up his face, Edward was not happy with that idea at all.
"That's what I would do," Jasper said, now standing beside Carlisle.
Alice seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, except for that her face looked like Rosalie's, and she elbowed her mate in disapproval. "That's gross!" She turned to Edward. "Listen to me, go to Bella's house. They must have a toilet there."
Edward turned his head slightly to find the familiar surroundings of Bella's room. She was nowhere in sight, but as the patter of the rain seemed to fade into the distance, he could hear the water running from the shower.
In a flash he was standing outside the bathroom door. "Bella?" he said, knocking.
"Edward, I'll be out in a minute. I'm shampooing my hair."
"But I need to use the bathroom."
It was quiet for a moment. "But I thought vampires didn't need to use the bathroom," her voice called out.
He couldn't explain it even if he wanted to. "Please. Will you just please hurry?"
He heard a loud sigh on the other side and then looked down at the doorknob to find that Bella had opened the door for him. It was warm and foggy inside.
"Just go," she told him, having disappeared back behind the dark curtain.
Suddenly the idea of using the vase sounded better. But he felt he had no choice. The drip drop of the shower water sounded like a rush from a raging river, the pounding crash of waves, the hammer of a waterfall. Pressing his legs together tightly as he walked, he moved to the toilet and lifted the lid, but before he could unzip his pants, Charlie's voice boomed from just behind him.
"What the hell are you doing in here while my daughter is taking a shower?"
Edward actually felt like crying as he turned to face Charlie, who was dressed in uniform and brandishing his rifle. "I apologize, Chief Swan," he said, holding up his hands in surrender. "I just need to use the…."
"No. This is perfect, Edward. I've been looking for a reason to blow your head off."
At that moment, Edward was not sure what would happen if Charlie pulled the trigger. "Please, sir. I'll leave. Just put the gun down."
To Edward's dismay, Bella was silent, and the only sound there was was the ever present dripping of water as it pounded against the tile floor.
"Get out of my house," Charlie told him calmly, stepping back as Edward moved toward the door.
"Yes, sir." Once he was a step away from the staircase, he heard the thunderous bang from the rifle, and when it made contact with the skin on the back of his neck, Edward cried out in pain.
His body jerked in the bed, and still feeling that same urgency from his dream, Edward sprung up. It had been a dream…a nightmare, he realized. Feeling exhausted, he was trying to reason through the fog of his mind, trying to make the connection between why he had been dreaming, why he should be having this urge, and why he was not in his own home. The burning demand to erupt was great, and after propelling himself from Jacob's room, (realizing finally that he was in Jacob's room and in Jacob's body) he luckily found the restroom to be the next door over. Edward closed the door behind him, opened up the lid to the toilet, and then, at long last, finally found some relief.