Bella finds out that she is more important to the Cullen's than she thought. And after they split up, it is up to Bella to find them again; it is up to her to rescue them from themselves. Will she succeed? Set in New Moon.
[We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.]
~ Kenji Miyazawa
A World of One
Once Upon a Time . . .
My feet pound the ground as a scream rips from my throat, hurtling into the darkness.
… there was a family, a decidedly odd family, it was true, but a family all the same …
He's standing in the alley way, his startling blonde hair catching my eye. We are not alone in the lane and I watch as he stands guard over the whimpering man. A second scream tears from my throat as I notice his startling red eyes.
… this family, you see, was composed of vampires …
She looks so beautiful in her wedding dress; the delicate lace and faux blush forcing me to feel incomparably plain. Her voice shakes as she speaks the vows, the only sign of her broken façade. Slowly, she turns to look at me, a sense of hatred and contempt etched into her features.
… and one day, a human joined their league. This would appear to be insignificant …
'I'm sorry!' I find myself screaming over and over again. The broken, lifeless stares shatter me and I find myself pleading. She's much smaller than I remember, and I apologize for that, too. This once larger-than-life vampire reduced to a mere shadow. I feel frightened, conflicted and ashamed.
… bar for one extremely significant birthday. Our story begins with such a birthday and features a paper-cut, you see. A paper-cut that would determine the existence of these vampires, a paper-cut that would question the human's beliefs …
'He's dead,' she whispers to the blonde, fear in her eyes. My heart is hammering, my eyes begin to blur. 'I'm sorry!' I find myself screaming once more. I wonder if they hear me, or if this is all just a vile dream, a figment of my imagination.
… I am that human ...
My feet pound the ground as a scream rips from my throat, hurtling into the darkness. I stretch my fingers out before me: they appear eerily disconnected. My shoes connect with a fallen branch, causing me to fly through the air, momentarily halting our mission. I find myself apologizing again and again, willing somebody to listen. I pray that he's still living; I pray to find him breathing.
… and I ruined the Cullen family.
Author's Note: I'm editing this story, and have updated chapters one - through to - thirteen as of April the 11th, 2011. I apologise for the radically different styles of writing and the poor grammar found in the latter portion of this story. Hopefully I will complete this within the next few weeks.