Lost Pieces

Notes.

This whole book is based on alternate universe. I hathve no rights on the original stories. And all the rights belong to Richelle Mead and Stephanie Meyer for the Vampire Academy Series and The Twilight Series respectively. I am just using their characters and my imagination. And I also want to thank P A Lassiter for helping me get Edward's Point of View.

Some Points for the Readers.

Rose doesn't know Abe is his father. And Rose will be 17 throughout the story. (But not after a time lapse, if there is any.)

CHAPTER 1

ENDING IS A NEW BEGINNING.

ROSE

"I've given up on you," Dimitri, the love of my life said, his voice softens."Love Fades. Mine Has."

I stared at him in disbelief, but he kept eyes down, staring at the ground. All this time, he'd never phrased it like that.

His protests had always been about some greater good, about the remorse he felt over being a monster or how it scarred him from love.

His voice echoed in my mind. Love Fades. Mine Has.

I backed up; the string of those words hitting me as hard as if he'd slapped me or insulted me in the public. Something shifted in his features, like maybe he knew how much he'd hurt me. I didn't stick around to see his reaction.

Instead, I pushed my way out of the aisle and ran out of the doors in the back, afraid that if I stayed any longer, everyone in the church would see me cry.

As I ran out tears were spilling out of my eyes. I couldn't stop it any longer. I couldn't hide my emotions any more as my heart shattered into pieces.

I couldn't stay here any longer. Not when Dimitri moves on in his life while I would feel my heart breaking every time I see him. I have to get out of here. I needed to get out of here.

EDWARD

"I don't understand what you are saying, Rosalie."

A long pause, the length of a few human heartbeats.

"She's dead. Bella's dead, Edward."

The phone went dead. It took me a few seconds to realize that I'd shut the power off.

I sat in the dusty darkness for a long, frozen space. It was like time had ended. Like the universe had stopped.

Slowly, moving like an old man, I turned my phone back on and dialed the one number I'd promised myself I would never call again.

If it was her, I would hang up. If it was Charlie, I'd get the information I need through subterfuge. I'd prove Rosalie's sick little joke wrong, and then go back to my nothingness.

"Swan residence," answered a voice I'd never heard before.

"This is Dr. Carlisle Cullen," I said, perfectly imitating my father's voice. "May I please speak to Charlie?"

"He's not here," the voice responded. "Well, where is he then?" I demanded, getting impatient.

There was a short pause.

"He's at the funeral," the boy finally answered.

I shut the phone again.