Gifted
Edwards POV
"Did you remember everything in the study as well as in your room Edward?" asked my father, the man responsible for this entire mess.
"Yes" I answered, that's all I could manage, I can't even look at him much less speak to the man.
Easy to say my father and I were not on great terms at the moment. But how could we be? He's the reason the whole family is being dragged from Chicago to the little decrepit town of Forks, Washington. My father had caused such a scandal at work that he had been immediately let go from the firm. My mother may be able to completely forgive him but I never could and I never would, it actually made me thinkless of my mother for letting him by with this without any repercussions from her. But of course I knew what he was up to from the beginning due to the fact that when I touched him I saw exactly what the weasel was thinking.
For as long as I could remember I could read the thoughts of those around me when I touched them. My mother or father did nothing like this, it was something wrong in my head I guess. But it made all relationships I had extremely difficult. In my 17 years of life I had been on one date and that was all I tried. To say it had not gone well was an understatement. I didn't have many friends for that reason. Most people believed I was a loner and that didn't really bother me. I had almost no one in my life but I had music. I was one of the most promising young pianists in the state. I attended one of the best private schools in the area. While doing concerts and teaching children with the Chicago symphony. It was the one thing in my life; I wasn't crippled by with my problem. When I was playing the piano truly lost in the notes it didn't matter if someone was touching me. Because I couldn't hear them, it was my heaven. When my father lost almost all of our processions, my piano was among them. They promised me they would buy me another when we got set up in Forks. But I also had to quit my job with symphony. My parents believed it wasn't in my best interest to stay in Chicago, so I was leaving the only thing I cared about.
I looked at my mother as she loaded the only belongings we had on the curb to be mailed to Forks. Her petite frame was struggling with the heavy box. My mother was about 5'2 and weighed maybe 105 pounds. I couldn't remember the last time I had seen her in anything other than designer clothes. But here she was in her off brand jeans and sweatshirt loading up our lives. Her dark brown hair was pulled up into a messy bun. I don't think I had ever seen her disheveled. She turned her green eyes onto mine and gave a small smile. I knew she was trying, I just couldn't do it. I turned my attention to my father, rambling to someone on the phone. His tall, lean frame walking back and forth on our busy street, he ran his hands through his thick unruly hair. Our hair was the exact same color, only different was his was graying around the ends. I like to think now that the only thing we had in common was looks. I looked almost exactly as he did 20 years ago. Both tall with a extreme fair complexion with bronze colored hair, I think our hair should in the 7 wonders of the world I had never seen it on anyone but our family.
"Edward, please try to be cordial, I know you're unhappy with my decisions but I believe this is the best thing for our family." Pleaded my mother, I hadn't even noticed she'd walked up and it appeared she was speaking to me again as well, this was the first time I'd heard her voice since our last conversation….
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"How can you just sit back and take this mother, do you not realize that were shamed in this as well not just him? The man has been unfaithful and committed several felonies and hardly gets a slap on the hand from the judge, the least he deserves is to have to ride this mess out on his own. You may be able to do this but I can't mother, he's ruined my entire life and he gets no punishment" I ranted to my mother the day after sentencing; I was so completely infuriated I couldn't contain myself any longer.
"Edward you are not the adult I am, you don't make the decisions I do. And I've decided to forgive your father and follow him. I love him son I can't let him leave without us. That would ruin my life don't you understand? I cant let him walk away from us, he'll never come back" my mother replied completely unable to contain her emotions any longer, through the whole ordeal it was like my loving, sweet, brave mother was replaced by this stoic woman who seemed her only emotion was one of boredom. I came to her side attempting to console her when I realized I was so built up with rage that I couldn't, my parents were taking everything I ever cared about away from me and the only people they were concerned for was themselves.
"Mother have you ever thought that maybe you'd be better off without a man like that?" I asked trying to install some type of response in her other than forgiveness and desperation. "Edward that man is your father, he may have completely messed up but he still is." She stated acting like in all of this I was the one who was wrong. I stared back at her incredulous. How could she possibly be this blind? Messed up? Are you kidding me? I knew my fathers every intention and it was in fact to leave us when his so called "deal" went through, but it didn't so here he was crawling back to us. I for one was not going to let him get by unscathed.
"Mother that man is no longer my father, I disown him, I want absolutely nothing to do with him, I hate him and you should to."
"No Edward that's not how love works, I love him regardless of his mistakes, he's my husband and I will follow him wherever he goes."
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I reached out and tried to pat her arm triggered by the desperation in her voice. But when my hand made contact with her arm, I was assaulted with a flood of memories. My mother knowing very well I could see was showing me every happy memory our family had ever had together. Showed my father being a devoted husband and loving father but the sad part was there was none of these memories that were in the last 3 years
"Mother, I remember too, but he's not there any longer or are you forgetting I can do the same thing with him? That's why he's avoided me for the last 3 years afraid of what I'd see, afraid of me his son the born freak." I reminded her she knew what was going on, he had to of been hiding something to avoid me like the plague.
"Edward please try, please for me." She begged. I looked at her unable to see my mother anymore either and stated "No, I won't try and I wont forgive him and the more you blind yourself from the truth the more I'll resent you as well." My mother said nothing she simply got up and walked away just like everyone in my life did.
The car pulled up pulling me out of my reverie. "Alright family let's get this show on the road, we have to catch our plane." My father said. The sound of his voice made my stomach twist. I said nothing I simply put my earphones in and climbed into the cab. And here we go to the lovely Forks, Washington.
Bella's POV
"Alice I could care less what color you paint my toenails, no one ever sees my feet you know." I stated staring at my little sister who was completely lost in toenail polishes. "Bella it would do you some good to care, people are going to start being suspicious of us because you look like a homeless person." She said completely shocked at my lack of interest in her so called "bonding time".
"Well until you came into my life 60 years ago. I did just fine for the first 200 with no nail polish on my toes."
"Hmmm... I'll go with passion fruit pink for your hands and sexy vixen for your toes. How does that sound?" She threw her hands up on her hip like she was scolding a child.
"That's fine Alice, make me beautiful." It still pained me to say that word; it made me remember what it was truly like for someone to think you were beautiful. I hadn't felt that in over 200 years. My thoughts quickly whisked me away to memories I could hardly recall but I would die before I forgot. I could never forget him....
"Isabella this relationship can't work, they won't allow it." Garrett said looking into my eyes begging me to understand. I couldn't I had never had anyone in this world love me the way I loved them. I was not about to let go that easily.
"But isn't there a way, I can't be without you please my life is nothing. I have nothing." I said tears streaming down my face. "Please just reconsider changing me...please" I chocked out at barely a whisper but I knew he'd hear me. He heard everything. "No, I will not make you a monster. I'm evil Isabella. You are the kindest hearted, most perfect person I've ever encountered, please stop asking this of me. The only way is for this relationship to cease. I love you too much to make you go through life feeding on others. I'm here sitting with you and I was forced just last night to feed. Don't you understand I'm condemning you right now by loving you?" He said to me wiping the tears away from my face. He looked at me like I was the most perfect thing in the world. He looked at me like he truly saw my soul and he thought I was beautiful.
Alice was snapping her fingers in front of my face now willing me to pay attention. "Well there you are. I thought id lost you. I'm done; my handiwork is as beautiful as ever. Now you can go out with us tonight." My little tiny sister stated.
"No Alice, unpainted toenails wasn't the reason I was staying in, please go and be with each other without me there tagging along. I'm going to read and listen to music I'll be fine." I loved my family so much, but sometimes being around 3 couples perfectly matched for each other got a little exhausting. If I didn't have them I would go insane from solitude but sometimes I just wanted to be alone. I stared back at my sister about to turn her down but that was before I saw her face. I couldn't stand looking at Alice pout, my goodness in 60 years time I still hadn't built up immunity to that face.
"Ugh, fine Alice where are we going anyway?" I turned my head in her direction completely exasperated. "I thought we'd go to Port Angeles do some shopping before school starts, my vision for the first day showed me wearing this amazing sweater set, that I don't own yet so that means were going shopping and tomorrow is the first day so.." she started rambling, sometimes when you got Alice talking there was no keeping her quiet.
"Okay Alice I get it, you want to go shopping, nothing new there." That's all she ever wanted to do, I think I could spend eternity in nothing more than jeans and a sweatshirt. But not Alice everything was impeccably planned, coordinated and fashionable. I suppose it often helped she could see fashion trends before they even happened. That was Alice; she made up the optimism and enthusiasm in our family.
"Bella, please try and be happy. I know we've talked about everything countless times. All the things you've been through in your life but I just want sometimes for you to be happy."
"I'm fine Al; I just don't really get into the whole high school facade. I'm old enough to be most of everyone's ancestors; human or vampire, I've never felt 17. Even when I was 17, I know you don't remember being a kid but the mental state is still there, all I remember is being an adult. My life in the beginning was so different when I was first reborn."
Different my life I had been, in my first 20 years as a vampire I was forced to be in the special guard of Volturi, because of my gift. With my gift I have a powerful shield that protects me and those I protect with it from powerful mental abilities of vampires. But as time grew I found I could actually absorb vampire's gift when they were under my shield. The way it worked was almost like having an invisible blanket around me and I could stretch this blanket to protect people with it. And when a gifted vampire came close enough to me I felt and indention in my blanket, and if I focused on them I could absorb their gift. I could take their gifts and multiply the power. In the beginning to keep my shield up was extremely exhausting, but after while I could do it with no effort. I could protect up to 5 football fields with my shield. Now unless I was trying if you got in about 3 feet of me I would absorb your gift. It used to be extremely hard to be around multiply talented vampires, having so many gifts at once. But I know how to work my gift exceptionally where it doesn't matter how many gifts I absorb I can organize through them and quickly use them. I was told to be one of the most powerful vampires in the world. And that's why I and Carlisle were able to escape the Volturi for a different life.
"Alright Alice, if were going to go to Port Angeles we need to go. I have to be at the hospital at nine, and you have to shop at human speed which takes a little longer." My father walked in talking to my sister with a smirk on his face.
"Trust me; I can shop faster than any human or vampire. And don't worry we'll be back in plenty of time for you to go to work. And you'll even get there early." Alice said as she walked out of the room. "Well, what it must be like to be all knowing." My father said with a laugh. "Well I'm glad that you've decided to join us. Although I doubt when I told Jasper and Emmet we were going out, they had shopping in mind. But what us men love the most is making the women happy, and I think we all enjoy life when Alice is happy." He continued to talk to me a little about nothing of importance before he got up to go check on the rest of the family. He looked up from the door to say one last parting thing. "Bella, I know your not overly happy being with us but I think this is where you truly need to be, happiness will come. And you of all people deserve it most." And he walked out.
He was probably right, that I did deserve happiness but it would never come. My happiness died 250 years ago along with my heart.
