Chapter 1-Edward Cullen

I could not resist beginning at least chapter one early of Black Decision 2: Sort of Beautiful

After seeing the movie Twilight, I have developed a soft spot for Edward/Pattinson, but the story is still Team Jacob-ness.

I hope you guys enjoy and if not, please tell why

She kept busy around the cottage while I sat stone still watching her move like a tornado. She was cleaning, dusting, and then mopping- all over the place. Her hair was frayed, and spilled down her shoulders.

She has been like this for three days.

Renesmee, growing faster each moment it seems, avoided her mother like the plague. It wasn't enough that Nessie was receiving compliments from every member of the family on her exquisite beauty, Jacob has been over tending to Nessie lots more. Not to see my beautiful wife, but for Nessie. The look he gives Nessie is…disturbing at best. He is clouded over with love for my child, but it seems to pain him.

Here am I, wondering how to make it up to Bella, for all of our mistakes. I carried on in lies, while Jacob used her body and is now back to paying our daughter some attention.

Bella was alone.

"Bella."

"I'm busy," was her reply. The same reply all day, for three days. I got up from the Lazy Boy and entered the kitchen where she was wiping down the cabinets. The specks and flecks she was cleaning, were invisible because she cleaned it 152,000 times (I counted).

"I know you are, but look at me," I plucked her fingers from the yellow cloth. She whirled on me, her eyes very red rimmed and black. "You need to feed."

She took the cloth from me. "I did already."

"And so your eyes are black because…" I prodded, hoping she would open to me. Hoping beyond all hopes.

She dropped the cloth into the sink, her fingers a shade whiter than mine, grasped the edge of the counter. "Maybe because I feel black inside, dead even-more dead than I am."

She said things like that now. I pushed my hand through my hair and grabbed her waist to turn her to me. It seriously hurt to know she would be feel dead black because of Jacob Black. My indecencies were maybe small in comparison to Jacob leaving her forever. I am an understanding individual but to a certain degree. I could not have my pride hurt like this.

"You forgave me, Bella? Haven't you?" She tried to push from my grip on her waist.

"I forgave you, Edward Cullen! Let me go."

Of course I held on tighter, she was amazingly strong, and amazingly attractive. She had so much on Tanya and the others it was a shame. Bella is the one I have been waiting for all my life, and here she was struggling against me. More so than when she was human. Very much so. Sometimes I miss the old Bella…

"I love you Edward, but he chose our daughter. He chose Nessie! How can I be his soon-to-be mother in law? It's so confusing." She calmed down, moving more into my welcoming embrace.

"Remember when I told you, that eventually he would leave you. I would be here. I am right here, in the wings, Bella. Right now, holding you close to me."

She looked at me as if I grew an extra head. Uh oh, wrong words?

"You left me too. In more ways than one." Her rose lips pouted slightly, and then the corner upturned in a sneer. "I can expect that from a playboy." Yanking herself from me, she continued: "Jacob was supposed to be different. A real friend."

"For Hell's sake Bella, you slept with him. You can't fully blame him on this one. You knew how their system worked. You knew."

She popped me on the side of the face. A hard one. My head actually went the other direction; I expected to find my head on the ground and my body still holding hers. I blinked and saw nothing but the back of her. Wearing some shiny dress in red and no shoes on.

"Where are you going?" I called after her.

"Out!"

I picked up the yellow cloth from the spanking clean sink, and hung it on the nail inside the cabinet beneath the sink. Reading Jacob's mind these days was out the window. I would have to force myself, sometimes not to read it. Bella on the other hand, was an open book and so I needn't ask her to open up to me. She hated herself, and I suspect, she was beginning to hate innocent Nessie.

After hunting, I went over to the Cullen home to get away from my own home. It reeked of hate and bleach. Sitting with Alice at the table in kitchen provided me some comfort.

"Bella isn't as strong as she looks anymore. I used to think so." Alice said in whisper while typing on her laptop.

"Why would you say that?"

She looked at me, through me. "I'm sorry Edward. I still like Bella, but she's-she's wounded."

"You see something." I said. Then I heard her mind: I see her leaving my brother soon. "Alice, I know she is leaving me-how do I stop her?"

"Oh Edward!" She clicked over to me, and cradled my head in her arms. "I don't even know if I should tell you. This may be for the better, actually."

I hit the table hard with my fist. "It's not! I won't lose her, ever again. I made that horrible mistake once and now I am pained she is hurt. Over Jacob of all things."

"Edward. I think she needs this." Alice said her eyes large and understanding.

"She is mad at her daughter. Nessie is but a child, and she is upset. I pictured happily ever after with Bella. I'm sure she did too- once."

"When you left that one time, and you and Tanya…" Alice skipped parts. "Well, Jacob was there for her. You left a gate open for them two. Now, she doesn't know how to face you or Jacob. Nessie is a different story though." Alice shook her head in wonderment. "That girl grows every day; she will be the next Rosalie Hale in looks department. It'll be hard to peel Jacob from her"

"Better looking than Rosalie," I said.

"Bella feels defeated."

"Sure she does. She has won both men's hearts. She should be overjoyed." I toyed with the idea in my mind of Bella having both of us with her, at once, in our bed. Of course she would be a hot siren with me, but would she be ecstatic to know Jacob can be welcomed into our bed as well? No! Sex doesn't solve problems. What was wrong with me?

"I wish I could read minds, Eddie." Alice sat next to me, her arm still draped across my shoulders. "You look like you are struggling with something more. But I can see aftermaths of decisions."

"Oh yeah? Tell me then, dear sister. Where is my wife right now?"

Alice stared at me for a long time; I can tell she was blocking her thoughts. It was like a mental brick being thrown at me to throw me off course. I heard buzzing.

"Where, Alice?" I demanded. When Bella left me standing alone in the kitchen earlier, I didn't follow her. I knew she needed some space, and I wanted space from her, but too much space wasn't what I had in mind. But what Alice said next, made me wish I could have chained my dear wife to a post and never let her go.

"She's catching a plane." Alice said, and then walked away, but I grabbed her tiny wrist before she got too far. She stopped, looking down at her feet. "Its' for the best, remember?"

"I remember. Where is she headed?" In two seconds I will be booking my flight. Bella will not leave so easily.

"Volterra."

"What!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Oh hell no.