Prologue
"I still think it is a horrible thought," Rosalie crossed her legs in front of her. "The fact that she's his 'blood song' is a red flag. Not to mention the fact that he can't read her mind. I think we should all leave. This can only lead to disaster."
Her husband took her hand in his, trying to soothe her anger, "Rose, give Eddie a chance. He's controlled himself this long without a slip."
The lanky, bronze haired brother stood at the window of their home looking out into the forest.
He was in turmoil. That girl, Bella. She had captured his attention from their very first encounter. With tumbling mahogany hair and matching eyes, she was stunning. How could he resist such a beauty in a sea of normalcy?
But Rosalie had a point. He would be putting all of them in danger just walking the same halls of the school as her. He could hardly control himself and had almost slipped that very day.
To his defense, she looked and smelled wonderful.
He felt a strong hand land on his shoulder in comfort, "Son, we won't pressure you. This is your decision."
Another slimmer one wrapped around his arm, "We will stand behind you in whatever you do, dear."
He focused on all of their reflections in the window. His mother and father by his side waited patiently for his answer while Rosalie, looking more than annoyed, was next to Emmett.
"I think… I know, I can control myself around her. She is just another obstacle I wish to overcome," he nodded at his reflection hopefully.
Hope, only if that were enough.
"That is a wonderful decision," Esme leaned forward and gave him a motherly kiss on his cold skin.
"Help!" Jasper's haggard yell came from the kitchen.
Edward's dilemma quickly forgotten, they ran into the kitchen to find a distraught Alice sitting at the table.
"What is wrong?" Their father knelt down to look at Alice directly in her face.
Edward tried reading her mind but everything was a mess. Thoughts and pictures flying every which way, he couldn't pin point anything directly.
"My mind is so fuzzy," she whispered putting a hand to her forehead and leaning on her husband at the same time.
"Jasper, you almost gave me a freaking heart attack," Emmett plopped down on the other side of the table. "I thought it was something serious."
With a glare he turned back to Carlisle, "We were going on our hunt when suddenly she stoped dead in her tracks her eyes as wide as can be. She wouldn't speak to me, just mumbling to herself reaching out to me so I would carry her home. I'm not sure if it was a vision or something else but she looked completely disoriented."
"Alice, did you have a vision?" Esme put a hand on her back speaking her voice as tender as any mother's.
"I… I think," she stammered reaching out for something.
Jasper quickly pushed papers and a pencil in front of her on the table.
She concentrated on the page in front of her, like she didn't know what it was she had seen. Ever so slowly formations were being drawn by her slender hand.
A collective gasp escaped their lips.
It was a coliseum, packed to the brim with people all of them blurry and out of focus. In the very center, four women were being restrained by some form of contraption. Men were moving forward ready to strike them with several whips that seemed to be afire. Where the rulers would sit, was standing a woman with her back turned to the scene. She along with the four other women seemed to be the only ones sharpened and detailed.
The ruler. On her throne.
The stranger. Rosalie. Alice. And the beautiful Bella. All stood for execution.
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