The Reunion
As much as I would have liked to say that I had truly loved him, I didn't. The fact for the first time in my entire life someone noticed me. Without my mom calling them over and or wearing sign over my shirt that says, "Notice me!" None of that, I didn't even have to get his attention, he just looked over with one of those dazzling smiles that left me in awe, and well it did. Even thinking about one of his half smirked grins right now makes me cringe. In fact, I wouldn't even be hesitant to kill him now. He ruined my life, just as he said he would. Unfortunately, at the time I was an adolescent teenage girl who thought his words was a ruse of insecurities. Go, me. I was wrong, pun intended. Dead wrong, to be concise. It was two years after Cullens left; I was picking up the debris of my life and ready to fabricate a new beginning. I even got into a college and was going to attend it that fall. Little Janie conveyed herself through my bedroom window and was scurrilous before turning me. Some of my memories are even vague because of all the torturing. As much as I'd like to be resentful, I haven't deemed the slightest notion to care. I have accepted to being everyone's subjected puppet.
Anyways, my stay in the Volturi didn't last as long as they planned. Around fifty years later the fall of the longest vampire empire fell, to Vladimir and Stefan. Gratefully, I suppose the reason I was only spared because Aro kept me away from the fighting to keep me 'safe'. So, when they found me in one of the Volturi's holding chambers they weren't even reluctant to let me go. Fortunately, they are much better demagogues than what there once were. They don't think themselves any better, thankfully. When they let me go, I had no purpose. As if I had one in the first place, right? I became a nomad and wandered loosely, barely even feeding. I found myself stumbling into familiar arms. "Bella?" The voice cried out at my presence. But I didn't hear.
I regained consciousness and was welcomed by a bright light burning my pupils. Not only that but a soft hand entangled in my own. "Carlisle, she's waking!" The voice called again, and a blurry outline of a gaunt woman came into view. She was pushing on my shoulder, which felt warm, to the lack of body heat my own body seemed to hold. Blinking rapidly and finally regaining the majority of my vision, I looked over to the mysterious woman. "Alice?" I croaked in realization as she unwaveringly stared back at me, banishing everyone else from the room with her intense hold. "Bella.." She sighed in relief and pulled me closed as sobs wracked through her body, knowing not to expect tears because they would never fall. Yet I swore I could feel water swelling up in my eyes and threatening to fall. Because I am finally home, finally.