This is a new story, the time set during new moon. Bella is alone, and Charlie has just died. I'm pretending she never met Jake, kay?
Now, on with the preface!
Preface:
"Move." The vampire I encountered hissed, his eyes as black as coal. I wanted too, and I wished he could see that, but my job remained the same.
"Your name is Edward, right?" I asked, relaxed, palms up, my sister Jane beside me, waiting for a signal.
"Edward, this vampire that is trying to kill the human, she's in the right here. Whoever your love was, she knows too-"
"Don't you dare touch her!" He snapped, unseeing, looking past us at the redhead who had told Aro of her "noble" mission. Her name was Victoria, though I didn't care much for her. She had the same attitude my sister could get, a malicious one.
"That's why she must die." Edward answered my thoughts, full of desperate hate "She won't just kill her she'll torture, beat, suck the blood out of my- my mate." He clutched his copper hair, tugging it.
"My mate that I tried to keep out of danger." My arms crossed over my chest.
"Edward, I have no choice but to kill you." My quiet voice made Jane cackle, her red eyes alight with joy.
But Edward just smiled brokenly. "You can try Alec, but I've prepared myself for a fight." Then with blinding speed, before I could even use my power to null him, he pulled out a makeshift object covered in gasoline.
He lit it on fire. "I'm sorry. Catch." Then, he flung it for Jane.
Bella:
Almost a year. That thought permeated my mind, my grip on the icy rail of the outdoor steps tightening. It had been a year since they left. The polish on my nails was as silver as the snow that had begun to flurry softly around my face. I had changed so much without them, I wondered briefly if they would recognise me now. My hair cut to the shoulders, a shredded appearance to the bangs. Charlie had hated it.
His name brought indescribable pain to my chest. The scene played out before my eyes like a broken tape.
The car crash, my scream on the motorbike, Charlie's swerve to avoid me.
I had gone all that way to fix the very machine that left me alone. I hadn't even told Reneé or Phil yet, a deadly secret in itself.
They also didn't know about my connection to music, or my new appearance. I wondered, how long could I fool them, really? Then I realised I didn't care. With a lurch, I went back inside the house, my toes frozen.
I went up to my bedroom, where it was neat and tidy. Unslept in tidy.
I passed a mirror, and my own face was frightening.
Pale, gaunt skin stretched over my cheeks, my eyes no longer shone with comprehension of anything. I had opted out of school, and I could barely pay the rent any more.
Sighing, I turned towards my last gift from my father, a keyboard. I had learned shockingly quickly, but every time I played it was like a knife jammed to my soul.
I sat down anyway, striking up a melancholy tune.
My small tune turned into a melody, melody into song. I began to hum.
The king and his men
stole the queen from her bed
I changed my piano to a drum noise.
and bound her in her Bones.
I whispered the lyrics now.
"the sea be ours
and by the powers
where we will we'll roam.
Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.
Some men have died
and some are alive
and others sail on the sea
– with the keys to the cage...
and the Devil to pay
we lay to Fiddler's Green!
The bell has been raised
from it's watery grave...
Do you hear it's sepulchral tone?
We are a call to all,
pay head the squall
and turn your sail toward home!"
When the keys ended with a mournful two-handed tone, the tears began to fall. Emmet had loved that song, not that he could sing.
My hands began to wander, seeking a tune I could not replicate, no matter how my painted nails tried. My lullaby, so complex my mind couldn't even wrap around it. Frustrated, I banged my head on the black and white music maker. Then, the name rung in my mind over and over as I sobbed.
Edward. Edward! EDWARD!
As if it weren't bad enough, I ripped off the wrist gloves I wore to reveal scars, shiny and stitched by my own hands, crisscrossing each other violently. I hadn't done it in a while, but the temptation now was unbelievably forceful.
I clutched my stomach. No. I would not keep breaking my promises to him.
It only brought more suffering after. I had learned that the hard way.
So, standing up again, I noticed the other weapon that had been tempting me as of late.
The pistol my dad use to wear was hidden under my pillow.
Tears had dried, but now my mind moved my body unwillingly towards my doom.
Music distracted me from what I was doing, but it couldn't keep me completely occupied.
A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain
Softly blows o'er lullaby bay.
Don't do this.
It fills the sails of boats that are waiting-
Waiting to sail your worries away.
Please, don't do this Bella. His voice was howling my name beside me, eyes burning angry gold.
It isn't far to Hushabye Mountain
And your boat waits down by the key.
The winds of night so softly are sighing-
Soon they will fly your troubles to sea.
The tears were happy ones as I lifted the shiny pistol to my forehead.
Bella don't you dare! My angel snarled, I whispered to him, the chorus.
"So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain.
Wave good-bye to cares of the day.
And watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain
Sail far away from lullaby bay." Then, I undid the catch, much to my illusions horror, and got ready to pull the trigger.
Alec:
I had blocked it. That mind searing thought entered even as I was falling off the cliff my sister and I had once stood upon. Jane was okay, but I was on fire. The pain was unbelievable. I wished I could use my ability on myself it was so strong. I screamed as the wind whistled in my ears, I crashed into a mountain snow with a hiss.
Alive. I was alive. I had to find help though, or I wouldn't be for much longer. But who? Who was a vampire that wasn't thousands of miles above me? I nearly sobbed. It was so painful. I walked for who knows how long, knowing my sibling wouldn't help me. My throat burned with thirst, matching the pain on my entire left side.
I probably looked awful, and that thought brought hysterical laughter to my lips. Aro would not be pleased.
Even my cape was singed, the snow around me actually stinging a little, things were so cold.
I needed to find someone. My feet carried me to a town. Nobody'd let me in. I was too strange, and I only knew Italian, really.
Finally, my left foot couldn't support me any more. I collapsed in the snow, panting, hurting. The world was eddying away from me. With one desperate heave, I pounded on… a humans door.