Rewind

by Sunlight3146

Edward Cullen wasn't able to resist the sweet scent of Bella's blood. He forgot, though, about the new security system the school had installed. The new camera security system. With the only rule of the vampire world so blatantly, and irreversibly, broken, what will the Volturi do? The Quileutes? The vampires and humans of the world as a whole?

1. Preface

Italicized sections are from Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn, The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner, or Midnight Sun

I'm also changing the dates from 2005 to 2018, because it's easier to write about the technology now than the technology then (i.e. social media, iPhones, etc.)

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns the Twilight saga and its universe. No profit is made here and no offense intended.

To go or not to go? That was my question.

The vampire world, and the human world, for that matter, needed help. And the only person, to the best of my knowledge, who could help them was me. But should I help? Wasn't it easier to just stand aside and let things be? It was easier, but I knew it wasn't right.

Why did I have to have such a hero complex?

Helping would pretty much rewrite me, rewrite us all. I wouldn't know that I had helped afterwards, because this version of me would go bye-bye. But, at the same time, this wasn't the time for the vampires of the world to be exposed. Exposure, if it ever happened, would have to occur slowly, and the Volturi could not be in charge. But did I have to be the one to deal with it?

I knew the answer. Yes, because there was no one else in the world who could help. Yes, because my way was the best way. Yes, because innocent lives were at stake here, and only I would be willing and able to help.

And, after all, going didn't mean I would have to help. The two were not mutually inclusive. I could offer, and maybe, just maybe, they wouldn't accept. But what would happen then?

I knew what. It was obvious. I couldn't reveal who I was the to Volturi, to Aro, and expect to be able to continue my life the way it was. What I was and what I could do prevented that. No, if I went, I would have to do it.

I sighed. I was too good for my own good, if that made any sense. Despite my mental debate, I had always known the result. Just like, from what I had guessed, the other two times I had used my gift, I would always go. I would always help. Because I couldn't stand not doing so, knowing that I could change things.

Now, how could I get to Volterra, Italy?