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I don't like you, more than likely. I have written terrible things before but honestly, can it be worse than what I've read in this section of this website? Probably not. Am I going to knock your socks off? No. Probably not. If you like this, great. If you hate it, great. AU, in the sense that Bella never had renesmee (because that name is fucking dumb, so fuck it) and her change went as planned originally. Her powers are all about controlling another power, more than shielding, just a different view of it.
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She and I have this game we play. Can't tell you when it started, when she came to me, slink slink slinking by looking devastatingly bored with:
Him.
Us.
The static world.
You can only pine for the enthralling for so long. Then you get it and then you want something more thrilling, more beautiful, more, more, more. We're such greedy things, and she and I do not differ from anyone else who wants until they're dead.
So what do you do when you die and have forever to want? Forever to accumulate what moth and rust should destroy?
What does anyone do when faced with what seems like an eternity of nothing to do but eat and exist?
You play games.
She and I have this game we play. Can't tell you when she came to me, when it started, when she stopped being so enthralled with Edward long enough to become enthralled with herself. She was better, stronger, faster, exceedingly more beautiful and deadly. We all knew she would be and when she realized this is when the game began.
At first it was just an experiment of control.
"I bet I can control..." his power, your power, my power. Alice stopped getting visions about anyone she refused to let her see. Esme would suddenly be hateful toward someone she'd never hated before. Carlisle nearly attacked a stray hiker when the hiker scraped their knee.
Edward couldn't read my mind, or the emotions she did not allow me to project.
Soon it was about the delicate process of specifics. Alice could see me in her visions again, but not the visions of when I would visit Bella's room. Edward could no longer feel my anxiety after she united with me in broad daylight during our hunts.
And now it's just this game, this game I fear she plays with all of us and it doesn't matter that it's dangerous and could break hearts. We all ache for that upheaval of our worlds, our static, eternal worlds.