Chicago, 1918
He hugged her tightly, too tightly even for a human.
"I love you," he whispered in her ear. "As do I," she whispered back.
They continued cuddling like that until they fell asleep. At least the guy did, the girl just stared at him. She tried prying his arms from her and succeeded after a while. "Sleep tight, my angel." She whispered before floating out of the room.
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"Carlisle, what am I gonna do? I can't stay with him forever!" She was sobbing into the shoulder of a blond-haired man, Carlisle.
"Shh, Isa, shh. Calm down. You'll do what's right, to keep him safe. To keep him alive." He patted her hair and she cried harder still.
After a few minutes of dry sobbing she was finally sober enough to say goodbye to the man.
"Thank you Carlisle. Without you I think I would be in pieces by now. I would never have known what to do. You were like a father to me." She hugged the man for the last time.
"Goodbye, Isa. You were like a daughter to me too. I hope we meet each other again…hopefully." He mumbled the last part more to himself.
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"Edward. We can't see each other anymore." The girl was fighting really hard to control the tears that were threatening to spill over.
"Why Bella? Why?" He was the only one who called her that. The girl visibly cringed when he said her name.
"We're not good for each other. We have to move on." He was sobbing now, harder than she has ever seen him do.
She picked up the bags that were on the floor, and managed one last fleeting glimpse at the boy, now sobbing on the floor. "Goodbye, Edward. I love you." She ran out of the house and never came back.
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The girl was wandering again. She stumbled onto Italy and decided she'd visit the Volturi. She hasn't gone for awhile and feared that maybe they'd found out. But she never said anything to him so maybe they'll spare him.
It was Aro who greeted her when she came in.
"Ahh, my dear Isabella. It's so nice to see you. What made you visit us?" He hugged her. His voice was the usually cheery one you too often hear from him.
"I just decided to visit you guys. Is it so wrong to do so?"
"No, no. I'm sorry for the rudeness."
"So, have you reconsidered joining us again?" He asked in a slightly serious tone now. He was all business. He had always wanted her sister to join them, but she never agreed to. He wanted her because of the power she would elicit them.
"Yes, child. have you decided too?" It was Caius who asked.
The girl thought this over. Maybe it would be best. Seeing as I have nothing to do for the next century, she thought.
"Okay. I will join you, on the condition that you do not hunt from human from now on. And urge the whole vampire community to go 'vegetarian'. Oh, and you do not tell a soul about my existence unless I tell you to do so. Not even to the guards. Just make up some cock-and-bull story of the reason you allowed me to join, but do not tell them my connection to you. God knows what I can do to you Aro." She spoke in a calm, eerie voice that even the ruler of the vampire race shivered.
"Very well. I shall abide by your conditions. Right my brothers?"
"Yes, Aro." Marcus and Caius answered in monotone before filing out. They knew the two wanted some privacy for now.
After they left, Aro opened his arms ans smiled. The girl ran up to them. "I missed you my dear Isa."
"How I've missed you dear brother." She smiled for the first time since him. But it was still slightly strained.
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She was snapped back into reality by the sobs she was making. She promised herself that she would not think of him again. Ever since she heard that he died, she went into a zombie-like state. No one has ever heard her voice except Aro. But even he doesn't know the source of all her pained looks.
She finished getting ready and she slipped into a black satin gown that only had one shoulder strap and an attractively wrapped bust.
She retouched her make-up, thankful for the inability to drop tears.
A knock on the door. "Are you ready, Isa?" She heard her brother say.
She opened the door, nodded and smiled. She was ready.