Bella just watched him as he curled up into a ball, the cold presence becoming more and more prominent. A icy chill swept through the room, Bella didn't know what was happening. She began to shiver with the cold that was around them, unable to see the shadows that Lucien could see. Lucien had gone silent, as though he had fallen asleep again. Bella couldn't take the cold any more. She got off the edge of the bed and sat beside the fire. Welcoming the warmth it gave off. Her skin had gone icy from the dramatic change in the rooms temperature. Bella wondered if it was Lucien who was making it cold. "Why make it so cold?" she questioned. Once again annoyed with herself, she didn't understand why she was saying things she had only thought. As though her thoughts were being pulled through her mouth. She looked over at Lucien, hoping he'd understand that it wasn't her fault.<br/><br/>Bella knew she'd have to be careful from now on. What she thought, could quite easily be turned into what she said, and that could get her into a lot of trouble. She slowly began to feel the warmth from the fire, warm her up, as though pushing the cold chill away. This had been one of the most bizarre experiences she had ever experienced. Bella had never felt so strange before. As though she no longer had control of her own thoughts, or even feelings.