SUMMARY:

In the course of a few days, the entire world changed, but few people noticed, as the effects were not fully felt for some time. Felix had torn the immortal world apart but had saved his from a more terrible fate, like some brutal but necessary chess game and nothing would ever be the same.

A/N: Hey guys! :) I know that summary sucked, but it's a bit difficult to sum up the story while considering it from a different POV. I toyed with this idea, and asked for opinions, and you practically demand I do it, so here it is.

This is my story The Ghost Of Circumstances Beyond My Control in various POVs, mainly Bella, Demetri, and Jane's but I assume the others will be in there too.

Some of the chapters won't be as long as the ones in the other story, and that's because I wasn't really planning on doing this when I started writing it, plus my Felix is known to ramble in his thoughts for time to time. :)

I can't say if I'll update this as often of TGOCBMC, but I'll do my best and try to find a balance.

No, I don't own Twilight or the characters, I just like to play with them for a while.

Yes, I snagged a few lines from the book because I liked them and wanted to use them in a different context.

It starts in the middle of New Moon right as Laurent is about to kill Bella, and the wolves stay mainly to their land.

I recommend you read the other story, since that one explains things a little better and I didn't want to repeat myself too much here.

ENJOY!

Black King, White Knight

Vital Signs

Bella

It was like I woke up from a nightmare. One second, Laurent was standing in front of me, about to go for the kill, with him telling me to lie better and threaten the immortal. The next, a high keening noise filled the air, as my brain tried to catch up to what had happened.

A massive vampire, that much was obvious, stood over a pile of white rocks and ripped clothes. He was easily bigger than Emmett, bigger than Jacob, with short, perfect hot chocolate colored hair. His eyes were a deep onyx and protectively fierce, but he didn't frighten me like Laurent had. I was more frighten that he would disappear the next time I blinked.

All of this registered as an afterthought, because his face was unlike anything I could remember. He was the most handsome being every created. I couldn't apply the term 'beautiful' to him, his features were much too rugged, like the god of adventure, but 'beautiful' seemed so far beneath him. He was a man, not the boy that had clouded my perceptions for so long.

"Are you alright?" His quiet voice was deep and rich like I imagined Zeus would sound.

He was so amazing, so perfect, it made me realize my previous idea of perfection wasn't even close. I stumbled back a step, knowing this was it, and I wouldn't be able to endure anymore.

"I won't hurt you, not like this bastard," he said closer to normal volume and the music of it would have made any of the greatest musicians in history just give up and learn breadmaking.

He flicked something over his shoulder. I saw out of the corner of my eye a match, lit and flaming. It sent the pile of rumble up into purple smoke that hung in the air, like too strong perfume. I realized with a bit of shock that pile was the remains of Laurent. Well, good riddance.

Although this scene should have sent me into full-blown terror, I couldn't being myself to be scared, of the reasonable things at least. The second he disappeared, I would shatter from the inside out, I could already feel the tremors beginning. I didn't care he might kill me, I'd welcome it with a smile if it came from him.

"What's your name?" He actually wanted to know something so inconsequential? I had to admit, I was flattered, but it just seemed to push this further into the dream/nightmare category.

"Bella," I stuttered. I was boring, I was nobody and I knew soon he'd figure it out and take off.

"Bella," – When this gorgeous man said my name, everything disappeared, and my entire being revolved around him. It wasn't logical, but nothing about my life was really logical at this point. – "I will not hurt you. Okay? Relax. I'm Felix."

Felix. Felix. Felix. He was the only thing that mattered, that he promised not to hurt me came second.

"Did the Cullens send you?" I was still shaking, but they were the only reason I could think of why a friendly vampire could possibly have found me.

"Um...no, not really. But like I said, I'm not going to hurt you. Do they protect you?" His reply took me by surprise, dredging up memories that still threatened ripped through my chest, regardless of my strange pull towards Felix.

"They did, he did." I barely got the words out before than hole tore itself open again, and it would destroy me when he left, like everyone else had. I thought Charlie had probably given up on me too.

A second later, his icy hand touched my face. It was cold, but had a fire within, completely different from what I refused to remember about another vampire's touch. I leaned into his hand, craving the contact more than I have any right to.

"So, this Victoria is hunting you?" he asked me. He was curious, but his tone had a protective edge to it. I was sure I was hearing things and I nodded, still unable to find my lungs.

Felix picked me up so tenderly it was like being lifted by a cloud. I fit perfectly into his arms, like a jigsaw puzzle. He didn't seem to have any problem being in such close proximity to me. I remembered a lifetime ago I was told it was difficult for most vampires to be so near humans and it was rare the mortals survived.

As he traveled through the forest, following my scent I assumed, I thought about how the living nightmare that was my life seemed to ease with Felix here. If I was anyone else, in any other situation, it might feel like a betrayal of the boy I was forbidden to remember, but scared to death to forget. But I felt comfort, like my wounds were beginning to heal and faster than I believed possible.

I couldn't figure out why I felt this way, or more accurately, I did not want to figure it out. I was falling for him. No. I had fallen for him, more than that, like my life was forever tied to his. It seemed like a cruel trick of fate to bring me what I believed was the purest love imaginable, only to be shown it was really a one-way obsession. And then, throw something that made my previous love took like the very blackest kind of hate coming to me in my darkness hour. I was certain this whirlwind romance would not last until dusk, and when Felix returned to wherever he came from, he would take all of me with me, killing me with the heartbreak left in his wake.

"Is that your truck?" Felix asked, snapping me out of my depressing reverie. It had been only a few minutes, and I barely noticed the speed.

"Yes. Thank you," I breathed, trying to steel myself for the inevitable final blow to my wounded heart.

Of course, I stumbled as I was making my way around to the driver's side. I could barely make my feet move and as a result, my next step sent me tumbling towards the pavement.

Suddenly, I felt the gentle steel of his hands grasp around me, returning me a standing position. Why did I have to trip in front of him? I was too embarrassed to do more than offer a thanks with my eyes.

He said something about him driving, but I couldn't focus. His wink after the comment made my mind scramble for some kind of coherency. His blinding smile made me want to do anything to spend even one more second with him. Without thinking about it, I grabbed the key and handed it to him.

As I directed him to Charlie's house, it occurred to me exactly how out of place he seemed. For one, my truck was almost comically small for him since the seat wasn't adjustable. For another, he appeared a few years older than me, which was more likely than not. I would guess early twenties, definitely passable for a college student or a young professional.

I paused for a moment after stepping out of the truck. I considered everything from asking him to stay to silently turning my back and going in the house. One I wanted so bad it hurt, the other was so painful I couldn't fully think of it. How much could one mortal heart take before it stopped beating?

Either way, I figured I might as well go for the gold.

"Um, Felix?" I whispered, praying I wasn't about to make a horrible mistake.

"Yes?" I detected something in his voice. Excitement? Eagerness?

"Do you want to come in or something?"

He became utterly motionless and his smile still lingered on his face, contrasting slightly with his eyes.

"Sorry, I know you probably don't. It's just been a hard day. Well, hard doesn't cover it. But I could use someone with me, and I really don't have anyone," I muttered. I couldn't bear to look at him, afraid of what his face would say to my request.

"Of course, Bella. I'll stay with you."

Those were the most amazing seven words I had ever heard, and my following words failed me. All I could do is turn towards the house, with my own personal prince following me, however fleeting it might be.

I briefly kicked myself mentally for not cleaning my room the day before, but it was the only place in the house I could find somewhat comfortable, being absent of nearly all reminders of my past.

I noted Felix had to be at least six foot eight, only clearing the door frame by inches. I wondered if any of my furniture could hold his weight, and what excuse I might use if it couldn't.

He sat down with me on the bed, easily taking most of the available space, and I had no hope of stopping the tears now. I hated every passing second, fearing the end. Then he wrapped his arm around me, and for the first time, I wondered if I really could be so incredibly lucky.

I managed to wrap my head around the possibility that this might be different. It certainly felt different, more solid like he needed me every bit as much as I needed him.

I snuggled into his side, exhaustion from all the turmoil that had been playing with my emotions taking over me. I just let myself be hopeful and comfortable, against my better judgment.

It seemed like barely a second later when I blinked awake, finding Felix's cool body still next next to me.

"Felix, you're still here?" I asked in disbelief, certain this was all some horrid dream, and I would be alone again.

"Rise and shine, beautiful," he smiled. That was my breaking point, and I would follow him anywhere. Nothing else, no one else mattered, I would find a way to keep him because he had become as vital to me as oxygen.

A/N:So there's the first one. Before you start slamming me about Bella dropping Edward like a rock, she basically had an involuntary reaction. It's hard to describe, but it's based on one of my relationships.

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