Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, New Moon or Eclipse. So don't sue me. The characters all belong to the wonderful Stephenie Meyer and only the story line is mine.
A/N: I was reading another fanfic by vampvixen01 the other day and noticed that the beginning of our stories sound similar. Any similarity is unintended and I've talked to her and she doesn't mind if I post it. So yah, just so you know I didn't plagiarize. Anyway, tis is my first fic so please be honest in what you think but don't be too harsh on me, though I will accept flames.
Prologue
Ruina
There will be one born
Of timid, caring nature
Beating will cease
And skin will ice,
But on shall she live.
And in her hands—
She shall hold
The powers
To demolish and rule all.
Edward POV
I sat, fingers thrumming, on our couch arguing with myself about whether or not I should wait here or go th meet Bella in her room. It was Spring Break of her senior year. The year in which I had left her broken and bleeding. Thinking that she would be better off. I had been wrong on numerous count; it had broken both of us more than I could ever imagine.
For the past weekend, Bella had been in Seattle with Angela helping her check out the University of Washington. Even though Bella had no plans of attending that particular college, she had agreed to go. She just wanted to spend some time with her best friend while she still could. Soon, she would be changed and unable to do more than call for years to come. So eager to become a monster...even so far as to risk her soul...
Earlier on, Alice had informed me that Bella would walk through her door at exactly
4:48 P.M.; I reached for my phone to check the time. 4:47. Wait ten minutes and then call her house—see what she wants. A compromise.
Just then, Jasper thudded down the stairs with intentions of searching for the CD he had burned off the other night. You loaned it to me last night Jazz, I thought before he could ask if I had seen it.
He flashed me a wide grin. Always a step ahead aren't you, Edward? He thought as I checked the time again. 4:48. Forget it. This is torture
Look in my room, I thought to Jazz as I was dialing Bella;s number. He just smiled again and shook his head as he headed back upstairs.
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Jasper POV
Edward's room was in a disarray, quite unusual for him. His normally organized CD collection was strewn across the room, his golden comforter and sheets crumpled upon the bed.
Both were just excuses to keephim busy while he waited for Bella's return. Even his wardrobe had been breached in his quest for occupation. What he had kept was impeccably organized; and what as ready for its trip to the Bridgepointe Goodwill was waiting patiently at the end of the bed.
Stepping with trepidation, I walked to the other side of the bed where a majority of the CD's lay. I resigned myself to a long search. Then I noticed it. Sitting so innocently, just beneath Edward's bed was a pink, frilly thing. A pink and frilly thing smelling strongly of Alice that I recognized.
Alive POV
I was sitting on mine and Jazz's bed, browsing through one of my new fashion magazines when something pink and frilly by Klein plopped down on top of the article I was skimming, I started and then stared up into Jasper's accusing face.
"Thanks," I said warily, wondering why he was staring me down as such, "I've been looking for these for forever."
"They were under Edward's bed." came the flat monotone reply, his voice slipping on Edward's name and betraying his hurt.
When he said that I realized that they had been worn. Oh, shit... I knew my face had betrayed my thoughts, and then promptly taken on a shamed, guilt-ridden look. I realized all this when I saw Jazz's face crumple from his carefully blank façade into a look of pure agony. One where every ounce of hurt he felt showed through. "Why—," was all he managed to choke out, his voice breaking in the process.
"Oh—Jazz...I...we...," I stumbled, trailing off.
"Alice—,"he started, his voice one of pure hurt, " just tell me why...I need to know."
"Jazz—we didn't mean—" but he was already gone. My vision blurred and I could see him slamming into Edward. I could see him screaming and struggling in one of Emmett's vice grips. I knew then, that if I didn't get down there in time, that Bella would hear everything through the phone.
As I rushed downstairs, I heard a crash of boulder. It had taken me less than a second, but it wasn't enough. Jasper was already struggling in Emmett's grip, his eyes coal balck and feral with rage as I scoured the room for Edward's cell phone. There. The opposite end of the room, under the table. Esme and Carlisle were both there staring at Jasper with equivalent looks of concern and bewilderment.
"ESME! THE PHONE!" surprise and confusion flitted across her face. "UNDER THE TABLE! CLOSE IT! NOW!!" Almost seemingly in slow motion, Esme turned around and picked up the phone to close it.
"Jasper, what—began Carlisle.
"HE'S BEEN FUCKING ALICE!"
"NO!" It was a denial in more ways than one. It was at that moment, that Esme chose to close the phone.
"Bella knows now." I stated simply in a monotone voice, "And she thinks the same—same as Jasper," I choked out. "she thinks it was an ongoing affair..." Silently, I sank down to the stairs and hung my head between my arm and knees.
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Bella POV
I slid slowly down the counter to the floor, cradling the phone, now iterating its monotone buzzing, against my chest. Why?, was all I could think. My soulmate and my best friend...I stared out and into nothing.
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Edward found me like that sometime later, still not comprehending anything around me, nor fully understanding what had occurred.
"Bella..." Edward said cautiously. At the sound of my name, I was jolted back into the real world with a start. I stared at him, his hand partially raised as though he wanted to touch me, to comfort me, buy nor more, as though unsure of himself. His eyes were a mixture of emotions, fear being the most prominent. That just confused me even more. Why should he be afraid? Then it clicked.
"Edward." I whispered my voice not even audible in my own ears. But I knew he had heard me; I just didn't know what he had heard.
"Bella...bells, what did you hear?"
"Jasper..."
"BellawhathethoughtisnottruebellasitwasaonetimethingwebothregretitneitherofuswanxttorememberitJasperwasmissinI-Ihadjustleftyouwebothwerelostandconfused...and..." he paused in his rant, "Please Bella...you HAVE to believe me, you HAVE to understand."
His word had come out in such a rush (yet slow enough for me to catch the gist), that what he had said had been hard to understand. I thought, contemplating as well as I could for a while. This is gonna hurt both of us...but it's the only option i see...
"Edward...that may be...but..." I faltered and he looked more terrified than I had ever seen before, "We can't go on. I still love you...but...I can't trust you anymore. No matter how much I wan to." The last part had to be hard for even him to understand, I knew I couldn't hear it.
"Bella—" he started all the pain, guilt and regret he felt showing in his voice and eyes.
"Edward..." I said shaking my head. Before I could stop him, he had me in a grip that I couldn't break. At first I tensed, but then I relaxed, I realized he was hugging me, nothing more. I also noticed something else that surprised me. Edward was crying; something I had believed impossible for vampires. I started crying too. We cried for all that had been and all that could have been.
When I woke up, I rolled over expecting to find Edward, sitting in my rocking chair, watching over me. The chair was empty. I vaguely remembered him lying me gently in bed earlier. My cheeks with the sudden blood flow to them. More clearly, I remembered the way in which he had kissed me; kissed me as though he never would again. I remembered returning it with as much ardent fervor. But why?
I noticed it was still dark outside and rolled back over o go back to sleep, catching a glimpse of my alarm clock that read 4:48 A.M. Odd, that time seems significant somehow. Shrugging it off, I closed my eyes in an attempt to fall back asleep. I felt as though I had been crushed by a thousand boulders. Then I realized that I had. With that sudden realization, everything came rushing back. The memories tore through my chest reopening the hole that had lain dormant since Edward's return. The memories ripped at the festering sides of the hole with razor sharp claws, plunging me back into the dark depths of the abyss where my heart had once resided.
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A/N: I just wanted to say thank you! to vampvixen01 for helping me get this posted, I'm not exactly blessed with computer skills and I really appreciate the help.