Hi, I haven't posted a story in years but I fell in love with the character Angela from Twilight and decided to write a story around her. Soon instead of telling her story in a god-like overview I decided to tell it through a friend. But Bella is too Bella, Jessica... well enough said. So I inserted a OC and fell in love with the OC.
I do not own Twilight or it's characters in anyway. Twilight was created by Stephanie Meyer not me.
Forks…
It has been weeks but finally she could return to her best friend and her friends.
Angela she has missed most of all. She is her best friend, her first, proper human friend.
If only the complications hadn't torn her away from Forks, would her bespectacled friend forgive her?
Or was she distracted these many weeks by a certain someone.
Bella, is she really…gone?
The vision her mom had…
Was it true?
She came back to find out… before he did.
It could kill him if it's true…
So that's what brings her to the Swan household, hesitantly knocking on her door.
"Bella, its Kesara… Kesara Hale, I wanted to know…if you are here…"
She can't smell Bella's blood.
Maybe it is true after all.
Her heart clenches in pain and she can't help but think, "She is dead, Bella… she is gone… Mom is right."
Tears form in her eyes; they overflow and stream down her face.
She feels so hurt, for her uncle.
Why are things so complicated?
Angela warily looks over to Ben Cheney before her dark brown eyes flicker back to the face of her friend. Kesara knows that look.
"Are you sure" Angela whispers shyly, she feels suddenly self-conscious when her best friend's sea-green eyes study her face.
Kesara watches her nervously push her glasses up the bridge of her nose and brush her fringe away from her eyes.
She is feeling self-conscious.
She wants reassurance.
"I am positively sure" the young girl replies warmly, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder before nudging her softly. Angela quickly looks over her shoulder to see Ben gazing at her, his head bows in embarrassment when she captures his stare and a blush forms on her cheeks.
"So cute," Kesara feels the elation in her heart for her friend and she tilts her head to smile gratefully at Edward.
Angela quickly turns back to her friend and smiles softly.
Feeling Angela's gaze, Kesara turns to face her.
"Go on Angie" she urges her.
Angela nods with newly found determination in her eyes; she shakily stands and turns to face Ben across the cafeteria.
"I can do this" Angela begins to chant softly.
Sea-green eyes watch with amusement as her mousy, shy friend strolls towards Ben.
She all but skips towards a familiar table and places herself on the edge of the seat. Her sea-green eyes overflowing with happiness as she watches Ben and Angela embrace.
Angela deserves to be finally acknowledged by Ben.
The two are good together. Ben is loud, vibrant, and funny and he has care-free personality that will hopefully draw Angela out of her shell.
"You did good scamp," the praise brings her out of reverie.
The ruffling of her golden brown waves makes her scowl angrily, "Please don't."
The chuckle in response causes her to frown, why must he always tease her?
She playfully swipes away the individual's hands and pouts when she feels the messy nest her hair has become.
She glares at the honey blonde haired man.
But she couldn't feel angry at him; his emotion manipulation gift allows him that.
However she does know how to put him on edge.
"Maybe I need to find me a Mr Right" Kesara whispers teasingly earning a stern glare from nearly every person at the table.
She rolls her sea-green eyes at their over-protective expressions and responds humorously, "No boyfriends until I am at least 120 years old and no soul-mate until I am at least two centuries old."
This seems to remove the stiffness from their composure. Can't they understand she has to grow up sooner rather later? She wants a Ben.
Her sea-green eyes cast a look over at the scrawny boy.
Well… maybe someone that isn't Ben exactly but her own Ben.
Her own unconventional prince, her own clown jester squashed together with a prince.
Except a lot more outdoorsy, manlier, less scrawny, and taller and a lot more mature than Ben Cheney, Ben.
A burly man leans over to ruffle her golden brown waves and playfully adds with a wink, "No girlfriends as well."
A blush forms on her cheeks at the mention of girls and her.
She supports gay rights but she personally feels uncomfortable about thinking about being with another girl.
She has never felt attracted to a girl but she did have an uncomfortable situation when a close-acquaintance of hers, which happened to be a girl, became attracted to her.
She couldn't face her after the confession and was ecstatic when the girl entered a relationship with someone else.
But that story isn't really important.
She once shared this with her family.
Emmett will never let her live it down.
A beautiful blonde woman smacks his head instantly and the burly man immediately recoils sulkily.
"Emmett, quit being immature. You cannot date humans, it is against the rules and we don't need the additional problems of that" Rosalie comments sternly, her golden eyes soften as she sees Kesara's shoulders drop.
With a motherly smile she fondly replies, "Though there is a great reward with the risk."
Kesara's sea-green eyes flicker towards the grey clouds outside, they are always present here and are always huddled together. They are tight-knit like the Cullen family.
The murky sky has rare peeks of azure and sunny rays.
That is usually when they go 'hiking.'
She wishes she could dance in the sunshine, she wishes she could feel the sun's golden glow trailing up her arms and leaving a trail of shimmery glitter behind.
If only it didn't rouse suspicion. A small town does enjoy gossip.
Her sea-green eyes reel in the longing when she notices golden eyes peering intently at her.
Her sea-green eyes flicker towards chocolate brown eyes, also watching her and her table intently.
She sighs softly, why did things have to be so complicated?
"Bella has been asking about you… She won't let the subject drop" Kesara thinks, looking into the golden eyes of Edward Cullen. His gaze with her falters and his eyes study the table top too religiously.
"Right, I'm going to go and talk to her" Kesara announces boldly, moving to stand only to have a hand catch her wrist.
"It's none of your business, scamp. Let your uncle sort it out himself. It's about time he did" Jasper's stern gold eyes snuff out the flames in her sea-green eyes and she flops against him in defeat.
Kesara understands Jasper's tone, the concealed yet obvious message and looks at Edward.
He looks so lost, caught between his conflicting choices and his morals.
Her sea-green eyes find chocolate eyes peering with desperation at her, trying to draw the tide towards however not a single wave reaches the shore.
Kesara looks pointedly at the sky, the murky sky, muddled in grey. It reminds her of Edward's behaviour of late.
She will let him do what he has to do.
Why did that James guy have to come?
Even her mom acts strangely since the James incident.
Angela quickly walks towards her best friend, her brisk pace faltering when she notices the students at the table but resuming when she spies her.
The giddy feeling in her chest creates a shine in her kind, dark brown eyes.
Her happiness lightens up Kesara's mood.
Her shyness cripples her immediately when she reaches her destination but Kesara's flies from her position to her feet and grasps her best friend's hands.
"Well" Kesara whispers softly, waves of happiness and hope glimmer in her sea-green eyes and a soft squeal escapes her lips when Angela finishes whispering to her.
"He asked me out before I could ask. We have a date tomorrow night" the whisper has Angela gasping for air in her best friend's tight embrace. Kesara's releases her instantly and apologetically smiles at her, "Sorry I got a bit carried away."
The sheepish smile and the darker than normal flush on her best friend's cheeks make Angela smile.
However Edward looks painfully uncomfortable.
She should have noticed that day…
Kesara sighs happily; Ben and Angela are as cute as buttons. Angela is softly giggling watching Ben throws his arms around like a madman, obviously telling a joke.
The way Ben throws his arm enthusiastically around Angela's shoulder and the subtle way Angela leans into him makes Kesara feel all giddy inside.
"Cuties, Angie finally has her crush" cheers Kesara in her head, she feels deserves international recognition for her handiwork. The boy was a stubborn one, Angela was a shy one but with a little help from her uncle Edward they had managed to get the two together.
Height is no obstacle for love.
Slam! The sudden closing of her locker snaps her out of reverie and her surprised expression turns to guilt when she sees Bella Swan standing in front of her.
The girl seemed so bland when Kesara first met her, empty of individuality. Belle was a dish that desperately needed flavouring in Kesara's opinion.
That had received a not impressed shake of the head from her Uncle Edward when she first thought this but the girl was void of anything.
She felt sorry for the girl, she seemed so empty.
That is until she met Edward.
Soon sparks of life ignited in her chocolate orbs and she used more than one tone in her voice.
The blank drawing became full of colours and the dish was finally properly flavoured.
She couldn't believe the 180 spin Bella's personality, or lack of to finally having a personality, did. It was surprising.
The girl wore earthy colours in her wardrobe instead of fading greys, blacks and sometimes the rare hint of red. She found colours because her uncle introduced to colours. Thank goodness for that.
Then her uncle did a 180 because of the James incident and began to ignore Bella.
Now the girl looks like a crack addict.
Bloodshot eyes, extremely pale skin revealing blue veins, lifeless hair clings to her head with what looks like grease, a large amount of rings under her eyes and a scary look of desperation in her chocolate brown eyes.
"He won't talk to me, he is ignoring me" her voice shakes, her voice cracks and she searches desperately amongst the students for her, in Kesara's eyes, drug. "Where is he?"
She sounds so lost.
Kesara smiles warily at Bella and her heart suffers a tang of pain for the girl.
"Outside by his car," a hint of hope appears in Bella's expression, that is all she whispers to Bella.
Bella smiles gratefully at Kesara.
"Thank you."
Kesara could only hope she has done the right thing.
Rosalie, who had been protectively watching over Kesara, makes her way towards her.
"I don't see what he sees in that girl, she's a walking zombie, alive but dead at the same time" Rosalie scathingly remarks, her distaste for Bella is well acknowledged by everyone in the Cullen family. The blonde observes her niece for any piece of hair out of place because of the girl.
Kesara's eyes sparkle mischievously and lips tug into a small smile, "You mean kind of like a vampire, dead but somehow walking with living and seeming like you are alive." Her teasing earns a playful glare from her Aunt and she laughs happily at Rosalie's expense.
Rosalie smiles fondly, her niece's laugh always brings out her cute dimples.
One dimple on both of her cheeks, her laughter always draws them out.
When she was only a baby for a small amount of time Rosalie spent the time enjoying the harmonious sound of her laughter and fondly tracing the dimples that appeared.
"Come on, I will walk you to class" Rosalie replies in her motherly tone, placing her arm around Kesara's shoulder and bringing the girl closer to her.
She gives her a small embrace.
The students all gape at the show of affection by Rosalie.
Kesara smiles adoringly at her Aunt but her concern for Bella doesn't fade, "He won't hurt her, Rosie?"
Her aunt's fading smile turns in a grimace. "…It's Edward…"
Kesara's smile brightens, "Eddie wouldn't hurt her, your right."
The strange look in Rosalie's eyes rouses her curiosity. "…You are right, right?"
Her child-like, innocent, soft question seems to silence Rosalie.
They both don't notice Angela appearing beside them, that's rare.
"Ben is going to multimedia studies," Angela smiles shyly at Rosalie and her dark brown eyes question the look of concern in Kesara's eyes, "You okay, you seem worried."
"Right," Rosalie whispers faintly.
Kesara feels relief wash over her and she smiles brightly at Angela, who is completely oblivious to the exchange.
"I'm okay, I was just thinking about the chemistry test."
"Kesara… Kesara, is that really you?"
Whipping around she sees someone she has wanted to see for a long time.
"…Angela… I'm back…"
Brown eyes go wide, "your back."
"Bella, you're alive!"
She squeezes the life out of the girl but she can't stop herself.
She cries into the embrace.
"But she saw you die Bella, she saw you…"
Angela looks completely confused.
Especially when within a blur Alice appears beside her daughter.
"This is bad, this is really bad! He read your thoughts Kesara, he thinks she is dead… he is going to the Volturi to kill himself… This is really bad, if they find out about Kesara" Alice voice breaks away.
"You disappear, Bella is supposedly dead, and you appear suddenly over here, someone is mind-reading… Vulture or Volturi… Is this a dream" Angela whispers.
Kesara releases Bella, her heart hurting more as she realizes her uncle is going to kill himself… All of this is her fault… Angela is being let into the secret… All because of her slip up… Bella, Edward, Angela could die… She could die if the Volturi finds out about her…
Why are things so complicated?
Jasper's point of view
"I can't let you go Edward" Jasper decrees in his mind, struggling to keep up with the emotionally distraught vampire. The dense Canadian woods almost conceals Edward's silhouette.
He is slipping away from him.
"Think Edward, think of how they will decipher that you let a human in on our secret" Jasper chastises Edward in his thoughts but at the speed Edward is running he will soon lose him.
He could barely seem the boy against the pine trees.
His golden eyes plunge into dark obsidian; the consequences of Edward's decision wake the monster lurking beneath his beautiful, marred skin.
Flashes of medium brown waves surrounding his baby-girl like a halo, of sea-green eyes overflowing with happiness, of her huge smile, of her pout, of her skipping towards with him with her out-stretched arms, of her life being removed by unforgiving red eyes.
It all becomes too much.
Jasper tries to run faster after Edward but soon the silhouette of Edward disappears from his exceptional sight. The snow and pine have beaten the southerner.
"He will read your mind Edward" Jasper whispers feeling broken.
His unmoving heart sinks in his chest and overwhelming disappointment in himself consumes his being.
He can't catch him.
He can't protect her.
"They will kill my baby-girl… please Edward… don't" Jasper kneels on the ground when he realises he can't see Edward. He couldn't see him at all.
He can't stop him at all.
He starts dry sobbing; the pain encases his heart by a ten-fold.
"My southern gentleman, she's perfect… our southern baby-girl, our southern lady"
His Alice, she won't survive Kesara's death. The thought of James discovering her had had her shell-shocked and trembling for days.
"I saw the possible visions where he found her… He killed her and I couldn't… What if he found her? If he had…"
The weeks away from Forks had served her well; she spent every second with their daughter. Cradling her, fussing over her, enjoying the warmth their daughter's human side gave her. Enjoying the life their daughter still retained.
He could never see her in the state she was after the James incident.
"Daddy… My daddy was a sheriff… Were you the best sheriff? Did you catch all the bad guys? Did you save mommy?"
"Daddy was a sheriff but your mommy is the real hero. She saved me and then she blessed me with you."
"…So you weren't a good sheriff… Not if mommy had to save you!"
He won't survive her death.
Alice is his light, guiding him from the dark and his Kesara is his anchor…She keeps him there along with her beautiful mother.
Her overwhelming innocence and kindness surprises him constantly, how could something so perfect come from a tainted demon like him?
How can such a beautiful being be his child?
He expected a blood thirsty monster within Alice's womb when they discovered her pregnancy.
Not a precious baby girl.
But he began to sense her love, her overwhelming love for Alice… for him.
Then after a frightening birth she was in his arms, cooing, giggling, and playing with a strand of honey blonde hair with her tiny fist.
His Alice survived thanks to his baby girl.
Activating her birth far too early, staying still within her womb instead of kicking and moving, trying to accept the human food her mother's body was trying to nourish her with.
Her love for her mother was overwhelming and he didn't realise it at first.
Her love for him was overwhelming in the womb despite his cruel rejection.
Her love saved Alice.
Her love, her existence saved them.
Their love was strong before but with her their love became invincible.
His beast would go rampaging if his anchor is removed from his life, his light would go out and she would break down into the shadows.
The beast is already fighting his resolve, trying desperately to claw its way out.
She can't die.
His baby girl can't die.
She can't…
"She won't," Jasper's obsidian eyes glance in surprise at Edward whose head is bowed in shame and soon gold consumes the black.
His bronze hair covers his eyes, the window to Edward's emotions, but Jasper could feel them rolling off Edward in waves.
Sadness
Grief
Despair
Anger
Disappointment
And
Shame
"I won't let her get hurt… I'm sorry… I was acting recklessly… I didn't mean to inflict such pain on you or Alice" Edward whispers.
"I didn't realise I would be sacrificing Kesara for my own selfish attempt at redemption."
Reliefs floods in Alice's expression and she ignores Bella's questions.
She pulls her daughter into her arms, dry sobbing into the embrace and whispering her love for her over and over. Her love for Jasper and Kesara overwhelms her.
"Is Edward okay" Bella demands.
"Yes, Jasper stopped him… He stopped him!" Alice cheers, peppering motherly kisses all over Kesara's face.
Angela's cheeks flush and she stutters out, "I d-don't u-under-s-stand."
Kesara's face goes red and she quickly explains, "She is my mom."
"How is that possible?"
Kesara doesn't know how to answer that question.
Somehow she has managed to make things more complicated.
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