Reborn
Disclaimer- Hey, guess what? I don't own twilight!
Prologue:
The alarming stench of smoke filled my ultra keen nose. My supposedly long existence has been cut short as I was now engulfed in hot blazing flames. Eternity with Edward only lasted a week. This is all my fault.
Even though I can't read his mind, I know exactly what Edward is thinking. He's blaming himself for this situation that we're in now. But technically, it's entirely my responsibility. You see, If I never moved to Forks in the first place, I would have never been anywhere near the clearing where I met and tempted James, who would have never tried to kill me if I never smelled so good. But since I did move to Forks, James tried to kill me, getting killed himself in the process, and Victoria (who turned out to be his wife) setting me on fire. I was asking for it the very moment I stepped on the green, mucky ground of Forks.
Ok, now I'm sounding like Edward. Which brings me to another point; if I never moved to Forks, then I would have never met the love of my life, or any of the Cullen's, in that matter. I glanced around the ashen room for a quick millisecond to find Edward holding my hand, dieing with me. The last thing I saw before completely drowning in the thick, dark water was my angel's pain-distorted face.
Chapter 1: Where am I?
Heaven or Hell? I questioned myself. There's only one way to find out. I opened my eyes to find myself lying on an uncomfortable, lumpy mattress. Angels sleep on clouds, this must be Hell! I looked around to find myself in a dusty, Victorian-styled room.
Confusion swept through me as I heard my name being called. "Isabella! Are you planning on sleeping in all morning?" I looked at a clock conveniently located on the cherry-wood nightstand. It read 6:30 AM. A lady walked in the room, muttering something inaudible. Why can't I hear her? I though vampires could hear everything.
"Isabella, honestly! Get dressed! We have to go to General Edward Mason's homecoming party." The lady chimed. General Edward Mason. The words hit me like bricks; well, like I was human and was hit by bricks.
"Edward's here in Hell too?" I sat straight up on the bed, excited. The lady looked like she was about ready to bite my head off.
"Young lady! I know how much you hate Chicago, but that was unnecessary. No breakfast for you!" She outrageously stomped out the door.
"Fine!" I yelled after her. "Too bad I DON'T EAT! And if I did, my boyfriend would rip you to shreds for denying me food!"
She stopped in her tracks. "Boy…b…b…boyfriend?" she stuttered. "Isabella, stop your cruel jokes!" she nervously laughed, "I almost believed you and was about to turn around and spank you. NOW GET CHANGED."
"Whatever." I walked into the room I came out of. I guess this is "my room". I didn't care about anything in the whole world other then Edward. He's all I need, all I want. Since when was Edward in the army? The devils army nevertheless. I opened a door that I was guessing was the closet. Inside was an assortment of long, frilly dresses. They were very elegant, but showed barely any skin. Humming to Debussy, I pulled out a lilac-colored one. It had long sleeves and a high neckline. It flowed all the way past my ankles. Underneath it I wore a skin tight corset that was both difficult to put on and hard to breath in. This is definitely Hell!
After adding a beautiful pearl necklace to my outfit, I decided I was decent and should work on my hair. My hair wasn't as shiny and smooth as it was last week. It didn't go back to the frizzy disaster that it was when I was human, at least that. It was pretty much straight, so I pulled it up into a tight bun that I had seen Alice and Rosalie do to my hair before, when we were playing dress up. I was in a similar dress that belonged to Esme's mother. My hair didn't look as perfect as it was then, my clumsy hands to blame. I had a few locks hanging down, and I curled them into spirals. I added a little bit of mascara, some eyeliner, and a touch of lip gloss before heading downstairs.
The lady, whom I was now supposed to address her by "Mother" made me bake cookies for Edward. Before I got to explain to her that I severely doubted that Edward would eat them, she pushed me into an apron and left me alone in a kitchen filled with ingredients. I decided to go with the classic sugar cookie. After mixing a bunch of stuff together to make the dough and putting it on what looked like a cookie sheet, I placed them in the oven. As I set the oven to the precise degrees and opened the door, the blast of heat hit me full on.
I flashed back to what happened before I died. The hotness cringed at every inch of my body. The hunter's, this time Victoria's, mocking laughter filled my ears. Edward's beautiful face that used to hold comfort and love, now held the look of pure anger, sadness, and pain. With every melodic gasp that came out of his mouth, my hope of living shriveled up little by little. I was fighting fire, an element that not even a monster like me could compete with. Then again, I knew the end was coming. It was stupid of me to of even believe I was going to live. I should have known never to bet against Alice.
As I came back into reality, I bumped my forearm against the oven door. "Ouch!" I screamed. Who knew that you could be clumsy after you died? After running my arm under cold water and fixing it up, my cookies were done. Boy, did they smell delicious. My mouth started to water. Wait a second! I'm hungry for cookies? But I only drink blood? Then it dawned on me. Duh! If I could only drink blood, would my "Mother" smell appealing to me? This can only mean one thing. Oh lord, I'm human!
A/N- Sooo… what do you think? Review please!