Fate's Repetition
Isabella Marie Swan was always fated to be with Edward Anthony Masen Cullen. Since Edward was changed Bella has been sent back by Fate to find her other half. Each time she is sent back her subconscious retains the information she needs to find the family she is supposed to be a part of, but when her subconscious starts leaking out into the present day, will all of the Cullen's open their lost member with open arms?
I do not own Twilight, similarities and quotes are scattered across these pages to try and inter mingle my own ideas with the original story as much as possible before
Chapter 1:
Take Eight
Bella's POV
Like every night, my mind rushed through the same dreams I've always had, family that I never had, people I've never met, and as always a life that ended too young. It wasn't always my life that was too short, but the dream always seemed to go on without purpose after the death happened.
I woke up to a thick fog outside my bedroom window and realized that I was in Forks. Never being able to see the sky here I could feel the walls start to close in on me as the room got smaller and smaller. Claustrophobia was setting in.
The day was normal, well as normal as the first day at a new school can go for me. And that was when I saw them. They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, the farthest table away from where I was currently sitting with seven very curious strangers. They were like living carbon copies from my dreams. While I used to forget my dreams, or nightmares, depending on who was involved, I started drawing and taking notes to try and remember ever detail before it vanished.
Looking across the room I asked the girl from Spanish who they were.
"That's Edward ad Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one who is left is Alice Cullen; they all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife." She said under her breath. She continued to talk while I tried to remember each of them from my dreams. I put in some comments, interested in what she would have to say, but I was more focused on how they didn't eat, and how pale they looked compared to some of my dreams.
It wasn't until I looked at their eyes that I remembered a dream I had about a Doctor that was staying in Volterra, Italy. At the height of the renaissance I met the Doctor admiring work my mother was passing off as her dead husbands work. I saw him many times during our stay. He stayed in the castle in Volterra, his golden eyes welcoming, where all of his friends frightened me. It was on his word that I left the city after my mother disappeared.
I wondered if this Doctor Cullen was the same Doctor who tried to save my life. Unfortunately for me, I voiced my late mother's strange dream about vampires with red eyes before I left the city, and was captured and killed before I could reach my destination.
I shook off my thoughts, there was no way my friends and siblings from my dreams were real, let alone living in the small town of Forks and vampires. Anxious not to be late for my next class, I walked to class in silence with one of my new acquaintances, who considerately reminded me that her name was Angela. We had Biology II together after lunch. After the normal routine, sign the slip, awkwardly make it to my seat trying not to trip, at which I failed, I sat through the long class noticing my lab partner odd behavior.
Edward Cullen's black eyes glared down at me as he sat as far away from me as possible. The class drug on, whether it was because the day was coming to a close or because the tension rolling off the man sitting to me grasped the entire room in a vice like he clenched his fist. Waiting for his fist to loosen or the tension to lift, it never did, he continued to sit so still it looked like he wasn't breathing. Do vampires need air? When the bell finally ran he was out of the door before anyone else was out of their seat.
Thankfully Coach Clapp let me sit out my first day as I tried to calm down after Biology got my head spinning. I sat watching my classmates, safe for one more day before I was thrust upon them like a weapon. I looked down to realize I had drawn Edward Cullen's face. Closing my notebook I walked to the office to drop off my slip before I could escape this living nightmare to try and figure out what was going on.
I stood in the office while Edward tried to switch out of our Biology class. Lying about how well my day went to the receptionist I fought tears back on my way home. This Edward was nothing like the Edward I knew from my dreams. I buried my feelings while I spent the evening doing homework, cooking, and eating with Charlie before going to my room to read one of my favorite novels trying to escape this world until I was forced to join it again tomorrow.
