Yes, I'm finally putting up the sequel! It will take a while for me to update, but it's still up and you know I haven't forgotten it.
Disclaimer:I don't own Twilight.
Since it's been a long time, try reading Supposed To Be Gone through a bit to refresh your memory.
I hope it's good, I hope I haven't forgotten how to write this story!
BPOV
It was dark, oh so very dark. I couldn't even imagine what I had just done. I had run from my love and my life. Ironic almost, I was saving him, yet to save him I would simply die myself. All those memories that I had pushed back when I was changed, all those feelings that I had made myself try to cope with, the pain had been unimaginable, but I had made it, and time had even helped my wounds a bit, not much, but I could live with it. If Riley ever knew about Edward, bad things would happen, very bad things. Edward would be destroyed and I would be even more of a prisoner.
But he had to come back to my life, I bitterly thought as I ran through the dark forest at an inhuman speed. I was running from him, from them, and everything else that had made my life worthwhile. My mind tried to come up with excuses as to why I should go back right now, apologize with all my heart, and kiss him properly. But an even bigger part of me tried to make that other see reason, Edward and everyone else would be killed. The Lunanes barely tolerated animal drinkers, they thought of them even less than the ground they walked on, and provided this excuse of my past with the Cullens, well, it would all be my fault.
Edward would follow me, I knew it. That's why I had to be fast, more than fast, I had to be like lightening. Somehow, I wasn't sure how just yet, I would fix this, even if I destroyed myself from the inside out in the process.
EPOV
I was still standing there shocked as I struggled to remember that kiss, that one kiss that had somehow made me feel as if I had gone back in time, to a time when I could kiss her, carefully, but I still could nevertheless. I would leave her alone now; she seemed to need the time alone. I would see her in school tomorrow, and then nothing could take her away from me again, I'd make sure of that. Riley must watch his back, no matter what Bella said, he was killing her, and he had to pay, that and for taking her away from me in the first place.
I ran through the trees that now seemed to look actually cheerful, and back to our new house which was conveniently nearby.
Plans were forming in my head as I sent through the door.
I would need help, Jasper and Emmett could do that for me and deal with the large vampire, and Rosalie and Alice could help with the two females, Alexa, I remembered.
But Riley would be mine, he would pay, and he would pay dearly for what he did to my Bella and me.
She had said that he was powerful; she didn't think I could do it. I was engulfed by sorrow at the idea that she didn't think I could protect her. But then again, she had every right to think that. I had let her get taken away in the first place. But I would make it up to her, I would, she just had to give me a chance.
BPOV
I walked into the doorway to the building that my captors called home, for the moment at least, and I would exploit that weakness of human drinkers.
I put on a practiced face of dismay and shame, and suddenly all those years with them as a prisoner suddenly paid off as I looked into a mirror nearby and saw the most sincere look that I had ever faked. I idly wondered if it really was such a good thing that I had become such a good liar.
I walked into the upstairs, the study that Riley called his own, where I could tell him about the mistake I made. But before I could reach it I came in contact with Morgan. Beautiful Morgan who looked like the purest angel from the heavens and whoever came up with that expression had certainly never seen Morgan. She didn't look like an angel at all, more like a ghost. She was beautiful of course, but her white blonde hair straggled down her back and made her look like she was drowning. Her white skin and her purple eyes almost glowed, making her look ethereal. Maybe she wouldn't seem so…haunting if she had an expression on her face, but she never seemed to be feeling anything. She would just stare at you with these dark, blank-looking eyes. She never yelled, never sobbed without tears, and never smiled. She just stared, waiting for the person that was in front of her to move.
I moved to the side of the stairs, letting her pass while trying to suppress a shiver, sometimes Morgan could really get a hold on people, myself included.
When she passed, I moved away from the protection of my wall and started up the stairs again. I reached the top and started walking towards the evil-looking wooden door to Riley's sanctuary. The mahogany door looked forbidding and imposing, not just the dark of the door itself, but also the carvings that seemed to magically appear one night, but it was really Riley who had carved them, we all knew it. The rose's stems covered with thorns wound up the tall expanse of the door, waiting to get to the top where the blossoms bloomed. In itself it would be an interesting picture, but there was still yet more. There were figures, bloody and torn-looking from battle, walking through the thorns and seeming to get trapped in the sharp things. I could see one whose mouth was open, looking to scream in pain. The carving was just too realistic as I saw what looked like blood seeming to soak a dead man's shirt.
I closed my eyes from the horrible picture, grasped the brass door knob and thrust the door open.
I opened my eyes to see an amused Riley staring at me. Of course. He had heard me coming; no one could sneak up on him, another reason why I had to sign my own death warrant.
"Bella? What is it?" His honey smooth voice drifted over me, caressing and crawling over me, engulfing me in its too-sweet tones. Edward's voice wasn't like that…
I let my eyes look mournful, sad and shamed, like a dog rebuked. "Riley," I let my voice whisper a bit; "I was caught. They saw me, I'm so sorry but there were too many of them for me to kill all of them. They saw me kill him. They will find me! I am so sorry I let any of this happen. I feel awful-" And I stopped there, maybe I was laying it on a bit too thick.
But Riley didn't seem to notice. After my first sentence his eyes started widening. He believed me, and my heart plunged, we would leave soon.
But his shocked look stopped and the cocky grin I was so used to, "We've been here too long anyway. We've all done it, don't worry. We can move soon and in two weeks everything will be alright." I knew what he was referring to, the upcoming wedding. I was ready to destroy myself before that happened though, or at least, I wanted to, but I knew I couldn't for the sakes of the people that I loved.
Right now Riley had almost all of me. But he didn't have two very important things, my body and my will. He would never have my will, but it seemed that very soon he would have my body, and the thought disgusted me.
The devil himself was still speaking, "-maybe England would be nice? It's cloudy at least. I'll decide later; tell Shaun to come up, I must speak with him. Now," he smirked at me with his disgusting burgundy eyes gleaming, "-run along and play nicely." I could have sworn that that was a threat. I had heard the malicious undertone. My mind froze as I mechanically walked through the dark doorway.
He knew.