I'm so excited. I'll spare you the author's note, because I just wrote one on the preface. Anyways, enjoy. Hopefully.

A Rogue Omega

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The sun had always made her feel lovely, no matter what. The way its warmth bathed her in comfort, or the way its rays danced on her mahogany locks. It made her feel more radiant than beauty itself. Now though, it was a bad omen, but she couldn't hide the fact that she still loved it.

Isabella Swan gazed out the window of her Calculus classroom, watching the sunlight blindingly consume the outdoors in needed light. Rain was amazing for the greenery in Forks, but sunlight was also welcomed. It skipped along the parking lot, casting bright glares from the windshields of various cars.

Bella's full, crimson lips curved into a warm smile as she looked back down at her paper. Even though she was alone today, she was happy. Tomorrow was graduation, freedom in every sense. Tomorrow she would begin her new life, her new beginning and her only end.

Yes, she would have to say goodbye to familiarity, to home, but she'd be making a new one. She'd be surrounded by people who love her, by him. She'd have Edward.

Even the thought of his name made her smirk shyly, a blush rising to her creamy cheeks. Love couldn't begin to describe the bond they shared; it was too deep for words. Looking over at the empty chair next to her, she wondered what he was doing. Laying out in the expansive plot of land his family owned perhaps, or sitting inside, listening to music?

Whatever he's doing, she thought wryly, he better not be fighting with Alice.

Lately, it seemed, whenever the two siblings were together, all they could speak of was her. Graduation parties and decisions. Most of their conversations would escalate into arguments, nothing compared to the ones Edward shared with Rosalie, but still disagreements. Alice was dead set on changing her, and Edward still had his bitterness about the whole situation. The rest of his family was siding with Alice, as her lovely boyfriend knew very well. He was fighting a losing battle, and just would not give up.

The loud, shrieking bell brought her down from her reverie, and she looked up at the clock. Her last day as a student had just come to an end. Yelling and odd noises were emanating from the hallway, and Bella grinned to herself as she stepped out of the classroom.

Mike Newton ran by her, doing a double take and spinning around. He smiled down at her, and in a quick movement, had her encompassed in a bear hug.

"I know I haven't known you for long," he said into her ear over the shouts and cries of the other seniors, "but you're amazing Bella."

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and she had the urge to ask what he meant but she resisted, "Uh," she smiled up at him, tossing her shoulders, "You too?"

"Thanks," he grinned, "See you at graduation tomorrow," he yelled, disappearing down the hallway. She shook her head, heading to the direction of the parking lot.

Streamers were everywhere, and cars were being painted with colored, poster paint. Her truck, which was facing its last days from the sound of the engine, had a large, '06 on it. Bella rolled her eyes, waving at few peers as she backed out of the parking lot and set out on her way to the Cullen house.

The sun slipped behind a cover of oncoming clouds, and Bella's feeling of radiance went with it. It was good though, a small part of her agreed, she'd be able to see her angel without the dilemma of the sun. Though, she was so looking forward to finally seeing the rest of the Cullens lit up by the blazing star.

Her truck spluttered along the greenery of Forks, and she smiled softly to herself. Just one more day, she chanted, reaching the long driveway that led to the Cullen Manor. As the ancient automobile roared along the dirt road, she saw Emmett and Jasper sitting on the front steps, their lips quivering. The brothers looked up at her arrival. She smiled timidly at them, and all at once, everything went silent.

Her truck had finally breathed its last breath of polluted exhaust.

Bella's mouth went slack, and she turned a rose red, giving the two boys a slight smile. Emmett was next to her window immediately, his large frame clouding her doorway.

She opened up the door slowly, "Hey Emmett,"

He grinned wider, "Bella."

She looked up at him, narrowing her eyes at his amused expression, "Shut up."

He finally let out his laughter and helped her down from the truck, "Sorry but, you couldn't have expected it to last much longer could you?"

"Yes," she said stiffly, turning as she heard the front door open. Edward walked toward her, a large, bemused smile on his heavenly face, "don't even start."

He joined Emmett in his laughter as he came to stand in front of her, brushing a few strands of hair away from her face. The wind blew them right back and he sighed, dropping his hands, "I told you it only had a few more days to live."

"I thought you were kidding," she moaned, placing a hand on the hood of the truck, "what's Charlie going to say?"

"That he expected it," Alice's voice came from beside her, and Bella turned to see the pixie and Jasper smiling at her. Jasper was still, slightly uneasy around her, and Bella found this somewhat amusing. She kept that to herself though.

"Well…" she said resignedly, "I guess it's gone to a better place."

"That's right," Alice agreed, giving out a short, harmonic laugh, "come on Bella, I want you to try on your graduation dress."

The mahogany haired beauty looked stricken, and turned her wide eyes to Edward, "No," she breathed as Alice began to take her hand, "you promised."

"I did," he smirked, "but Alice didn't."

She growled, low in her throat and Edward looked surprised, "Make it quick, Alice, we have to pick up Renee at seven." Bella pouted at him one last time, and he resisted the urge to kiss her perfectly plump lips. Instead, he grinned forcedly and gave her a mocking wave.

"Right," his sister chirped, disappearing into the house, Bella in tow.

"Excited?" Edward looked away from the slightly ajar front door and back towards his brothers. Emmett had a pleasant smile on his face while Jasper was studying him carefully.

"No," the blond said carefully, before Edward could respond, his eyes narrowing, "he's slightly regretful, and slightly," his grin widened, "something else."

Emmett's smile turned into a knowing smirk, "I told you, a year and a half already and you can't even kiss her. I told you it'd drive you insane."

"What?" Edward growled, "That's not it at all."

"Riiight." Emmett laughed. Edward felt slightly put out, and growled at both of the snickering vampire's before making his way back towards the house. The laughter ceased and he sighed gratefully before an arm settled around his neck, as Emmett pulled him roughly into a head lock.

"I wasn't done," the giant grinned, releasing him and punching him playfully in the arm. He took on a look of mock seriousness and cleared his throat, "I think we need to have the talk, son."

Jasper promptly burst out into laughter while Edward stood there, his arms crossed over his chest, thoroughly not amused, "Shut up Emmett, I'm sure there are some things you wouldn't want Rosalie to know about your personal thoughts."

Emmett scrunched his nose and pursed his lips, "Now that you mention it, I'd rather you not know about my personal thoughts."

"Can't help it," Edward said dismissively, walking through the front door, "mind reader."

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Therefore, the talk went un-had, and Edward went on with his torture. It wasn't exactly torture, more a kind of bittersweet torment. Bella was most definitely lovely, anyone could see that. She wasn't the kind of beauty that could measure up to someone like Rosalie, but there was so much more than just what was presented on the outside, something Rosalie did not have. Bella's soul was very sweet, very kind, and very innocent. He felt like he'd corrupted her already just by introducing her into his world, into his hell.

Turning over on his couch, so that he faced the ceiling, Edward wondered what it would be like, not to have to be careful with every move he made around her. He wondered what it would be like to give her a real kiss, to run his hands through her thick hair without fear of snapping her neck, to hold her closely without having to wonder how much was too much.

Yes, it was an ordeal, not being able to give her the things normal couples had these days. Some of those things would be punishable by law in his time, but it wasn't his time any more. So many things were considered normalcy, things that made him embarrassed just to think about. What else would he think about, though, her distressing him the way she did.

It went unnoticed by her, but every time she bit her lip in contemplation, in worry, every time she stretched in the morning, every time she moved just slightly in his arms, his need grew stronger, and it had grown beyond a need for just her blood, it was a need for her.

"Shit," Edward sighed, rising from the couch as he heard Alice's thoughts and footsteps approaching her room.

Oh, she'll look gorgeous tomorrow.

Somewhere in Edward's subconscious, he wanted her not to look gorgeous. He wanted his need to go away. Her scent hit him strongly, as it always did, but he contained himself as she stepped into the room. She smiled shyly at him, sitting down on the couch as Alice excused herself, her thoughts centering on finding her own lover.

"Hey," she whispered, leaning into him. He wrapped his arms around her automatically, enjoying the feel of her hair brushing against his chin.

"Hi."

"I take it back; I love the dress." Bella murmured, giving Edward a slight push backwards so that he was lying on the couch, she settled on top of him, and his arms came around her once again.

"I knew you would," he chuckled, tracing the line of her jaw. She sighed, melting into him even further. He felt his restraints buckle as she idly traced designs in the side of his waist, sending shivers up and down his unmovable structure. She felt his tremors, and her eyes opened slightly to look up at him. Those eyes, he noticed with a slight shock, were filled with the same lust he held.

Slowly, as to not cause any trigger in his thirst, he stretched his neck to kiss her.

But of course, Bella was not one to do things slowly.

She pushed herself up, so that her head was level with his and placed both hands in his hair. Edward felt the venom in his glands build up, but couldn't resist kissing her back.

His fingers crept to the small of her back, pulling her closer to him.

Not too much, he reminded himself, running one hand under her shirt. Bella gasped quietly as his cold skin came in contact with her warm flesh. Instead of feeling frozen, however, her body felt as if it would combust from the flames raging through her.

His hands grasped her tiny frame, his thumbs skittering across her ribcage. She made a small noise of pleasure, and Edward felt his senses leaving him. The monsters were showing their hideous faces, and licking their lips in wait. It would be so easy to drink from her now, as vulnerable as she was. It would be so easy to drink from her always, as good as she smelled.

Thank god humans need to breathe, was a somewhat rational thought he had, as Bella pulled away from him. She swallowed a sharp intake of breath, and smiled lazily at him, a grin which he kindly returned.

Suddenly, he found himself wanting tomorrow to come faster.

Why, so you can watch her die? He berated himself immediately, feeling idiotic for thinking such things. How could he steal her soul, steal her mortality, her warmth? How were you supposed to kill someone you loved, even if they would wake up again? It was an inhuman act, but then, wasn't he, too, inhuman?

"What are you thinking?" Bella asked, sitting up and stretching her legs over his lap. He placed his hands on her shins, drawing patterns in her jeans.

"I was thinking about how lovely you'll look tomorrow," he lied. He couldn't bare to see the dismay in her face if he told her the truth.

She blushed, and looked down, "I'm sure you'll look ten times better."

"I doubt that," he whispered, taking her chin between his fingers, "why do you do that to yourself?"

"Do what?" she asked.

"Make yourself feel inferior," he sighed again, "You are inferior to no one Bella, why can't you see that?"

She looked away from him, a crease forming between her brows. The truth was, in the presence of the Cullens, she did feel inferior. They were so perfect, so genuine, but she also had to remember they were that way because they were different from her. Different, she mused, is exactly what I want to be.

Edward turned his gaze to the window, seeing that it was almost twilight. His eyes darkened just a little at the thought of another night, another night of his life spent in darkness. Looking over to Bella, he smiled, remembering that he had a reason to look forward to it now. In the shadow, he always had a light.

"We should go, Edward. I have to explain my car to Charlie."

He nodded, rising from the couch and extending his hand to her, "I could ask Rosalie to take a look at it," he offered.

"No, no," she shook her head, beaming up at him as he led her from the room, "I'll let the poor thing rest in peace."

He smiled as she buckled her seat belt, and in moments he was starting the car, zipping silently down the dirt road. Bella reached over, intertwining her fingers with his and resting her head back on the seat.

Though he didn't need to, Edward kept his ryes on the road, once again deep in thought. It seemed all he could do was think these days, think and sulk. His whole family was against him where Bella was concerned, his whole family besides Rosalie. Her views, however, were much different from his own. All the blond vixen could think about was how she wouldn't want to be changed, how it would affect her life. Rosalie Hale was not one for change, and she was not one for competition.

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Renee Dwyer looked around herself, her eyes adjusting to the much dimmer surroundings of Washington than Florida. She couldn't believe that her daughter actually wanted to live here, and with that boy. He'd destroyed her heart once already, couldn't Bella see he would just do it again?

At least, from what I know, she thought as Phil walked across the tar with their few things of luggage. The baseball player smiled goofily at her, slinging an arm over her shoulders as they proceeded into the air conditioned airport. It was about as small as Renee remembered, and just as depressing. Darkness was creeping up behind her, but she could still see the slight mist that was beginning to fall outside.

"There's Bella." Phil's voice brought her from her thoughts and she looked to her right, seeing her daughter and the boyfriend walking towards them.

"Bella!" she smiled, taking in her daughter's much healthier appearance than the last time she had seen her. She wanted that image out of her mind, but it came anyways. Renee remembered how frail the young girl had looked beneath all those blankets, how her eyes had been so blank, so emotionless.

Edward stiffened slightly at Renee's thoughts and shook his head faintly as Phil stretched his hand out to him, "Hi," he said merrily, "I'm Phil, Renee's husband."

"Edward Cullen," he said, "It's nice to meet you, Phil."

"Hello Edward." Renee made an attempt at a smile, and gave Edward a pleasant hug. Bella smiled at the two, silently begging for her mom not to shelter any resentment. Charlie had already given up hating Edward, as it was just driving a wedge between he and his daughter, Bella wished her mother would give up too.

"It's nice to see you again, Renee." Edward said cautiously, easily reading the woman's unease.

"You too," she murmured, softening a bit at his obvious sincerity. It's not that Renee didn't like Edward; it was that he'd broken her daughter's heart. But, if Bella could forgive him, then so could she, "Really."

He smiled, placing a hand on Bella's back and taking a bag from Phil, "My car's out front."

Bella chatted happily with her mother on the ride to Forks, knowing it would be one of the last times she was able. Renee was happy to see that Bella was doing so well, even though she couldn't fathom what could possibly keep her in Forks. She suspected, however, it had everything to do with Edward Cullen.

When they reached Charlie's house, Renee made the excuse of being tired, that she and Phil were staying in a bed and breakfast on the outskirts of town. She still felt extremely awkward around her ex-husband, and most especially with Phil present. Edward and Bella drove them to the small house turned bed and breakfast, and Bella felt a weight lifted from her shoulders as her mother entered the small inn.

"I should take you home." Edward said, intertwining their fingers on the center console.

"Will you be back?"

He flashed a disarming smile and nodded, "Before you know it."

Jasper Hale sat in Carlisle's study, staring blankly at the wall. The cloudy sun set on his sculptured face, and he was soon cloaked in shadow, nothing more than a dark figure in a dark room. His pale fingers were curled around a thick volume, something that added even more knowledge to his already expansive mind.

Jasper was not sad, or lonely, nor was he excited or content. He wanted to feel those things, but he knew that he didn't deserve to. Why should he feel pain, when he's inflicted it on so many? Why should he feel abandoned while his wife was away from him, when he had taken away so many wives himself? Most importantly, why should he be allowed to love someone as sweet and angelic as Alice when he was nothing more than a monster?

Were Edward here, he'd already be berating Jasper for his negative thoughts. They'd had the conversation three times this week already. I've already tried to kill Bella once; the flaxen seraph thought miserably, while no on else even seems tempted.

He hated being so completely, uncontrollably weak.

Until he had met the Cullens, until he had met Alice, the word weak was not one that was familiar to him. The Jasper who frivolously drank from humans was strong and powerful, the model of a perfect vampire, the demon from the story books. He was what frightened children from going outside at night, what made the hair on people's necks stand on end.

Now though, he wasn't that way. About that, he had mixed feelings. Sure, he was humane, he was loved, he was welcomed, but he was also inescapably thirsty. He wanted control like Edwards', like Carlisles'. According to them, he'd get there, it took time, and he needed to be patient.

He could only be patient for so long, though.

"You have that look again." Jasper looked up, toward the window where an angel stood, bathed in soft moonlight. Her raven hair was on end, its small spikes creating the look of a tiny pixie, a childlike nymph. Alice gazed back at him, a wistful smile playing around her lips, but her eyes remained serious—worried.

"What look?" he grinned as well, coming to stand before her. She looked up at him, her eyes scanning his expression and she gently traced the line of his creased brow.

"That look where you're thinking so hard about something, and it frustrates you. Tell me, what are you frustrated about my dear?"

He laughed lightly, looking down at his hands. Alice waited patiently, her fingers slipping between his. He watched their hands dance, how hers fit so perfectly between his own, and he knew that if he could tell any one what was bothering him, it would be Alice.

"I feel trivial, Alice," he confided, "as if I'm not good enough to be in this family at all. The rest of you are so strong, so in control. Bella gets one paper cut and I lose my sanity."

"Jasper," she whispered brokenly, wrapping her tiny arms around his waist. He leaned into her, his hands running into her short hair and along her back, "none of us think of you that way. Bella doesn't even think of you that way. She loves you just as much as she loves the rest of us, and might support you almost as much as I do. You are strong, and you will overcome your demons. It takes time, like it took time for all of us."

"Bella is scared of me, I felt it."

The nymph shook her head, frustrated, "You're wrong. She's scared for you. She believes the whole thing was her fault, that if you were to kill her, and then feel bad about it, it'd be all her fault. It's the way she is."

Jasper was silent for a minute before chuckling gravely, "She is kind of strange isn't she?"

"Not strange," Alice reprimanded sternly, earning an innocent look from her angel, "Special."

"Special," Jasper mused, casting his eyes heavenward, "that she is. I can't help but wonder," he looked back down at Alice, kissing her forehead lightly, "What her power will be."

The pixie hummed in consent, settling her gaze on the door, "I haven't seen anything about it."

"Is that good or bad?" he chuckled, leading her from the dark library.

"Nothing is good or bad with my visions," she murmured sourly, looking up at him. She smirked playfully, "It's more of a neutral thing."

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It was three o'clock in the morning, and Edward Cullen lay, obviously awake, in the bed of a lovely brunette. She sighed, rolling over, her hand absentmindedly brushing up against his chest.

The sleep talking had already happened, and with every time she murmured I love you, Edward felt his chest constrict with both delight and guilt. Why he felt guilty was a mystery, even to him. Maybe it was because he didn't deserve those words to be directed at him, maybe it was because he had doubted how deep her love ran when he had left, and maybe he just felt guilty for being with her in general. Whatever it was, Edward felt guilt like no other.

Gently, he caressed her soft, heavenly features with his stone-like fingers. She stirred a little, unconsciously molding closer to his side. Edward could tell she was half-awake by both her breathing and the soothing circles she was making in the side of his neck. Her mere touch sent him into a state of bliss. This is love, he thought.

"Edward," Bella sighed, "what is wrong with you?"

So, she noticed…

"Nothing," he murmured quickly, "go back to sleep Bella."

With another sigh, her eyes fluttered open and she was staring up at him, her big brown orbs searching his face. Her eyes landed on his frown, and she smirked, running her finger along the thin line his lips made.

"Nothing's wrong?" she asked, "You sure?"

He rolled his eyes, letting them close as she gently pressed her lips to his, "I was just thinking…"

"About?" she prodded, pulling away from him and resting her weight on her elbow.

"I don't want you changed tomorrow."

Bella froze, lying back on the soft comfort of her bed and looked over to Edward. He was waiting, gauging the expression in her eyes. Why did he feel like he just crushed her heart?

"Why?" she whispered, biting her lip.

"I want you to marry me Bella," he said desperately, "I want it before I kill you."

She sighed, a sigh of relief, a sigh of desperation. She was relieved that his resistance did not mean rejection.

Her eyes once again connected with his and she buckled under the power of his tawny gaze.

Why didn't she want to marry him, this perfect, unnaturally gorgeous man beside her? It was simple, she was scared. Scared of not remembering her wedding day in a few years, scared of her marriage turning out exactly the way Charlie and Renee's did. She was just scared that marriage was his way out of changing her.

She imagined his argument in her head a thousand times, "we're married," he would say, "Isn't that enough for forever?"

She didn't want it to be that way.

So, in that moment, with the moon caressing his skin, inches between them, she decided to be honest.

"I'm so scared Edward," she murmured, "I'm scared of getting married, and I'm so scared that you'll change your mind."

The angel looked down at her, memorizing how she looked in distress. He had never seen her so openly revealed, so full of worry, and he had caused it.

"Bella, I would never change how I fell about you."

"Not how you feel," she grumbled sardonically, "You've finally agreed to change me, and that's all I want. If we were married, you wouldn't want that any more… I don't know how to explain it, but that's not all. Charlie and Renee were our age when they were married, and now he has no one, they're separated. Most importantly, I won't even remember the day I got married if you do change me. Human memories fade, Edward."

By the end of her minute long speech, Edward was smiling, which irritated a frazzled looking Bella even more. How dare he smile when she was so distraught!

"What?" she whispered harshly.

"It's just… I thought I was the negative one."

She scowled, crossing her arms over her chest and pursing her lips at him. Edward hastily continued, "I mean, we are nothing like Charlie and Renee. Our bond runs a lot deeper, Bella. About you forgetting our wedding, I can't guarantee that you won't, but we can always have another, I'm sure Alice will take pictures, and there is always a chance that you will remember something like that."

"And about you changing your mind?" she asked, her eyes softening.

"I would never," he answered, "and I think you know that."

Bella looked away, out the window, and into the moon.

"I do," she murmured, "Of course I know that."

"Then why the doubt?"

"I don't know," she answered honestly, her eyes once again connecting with his. He watched her lie down again, her eyes wide and placid. Her body was tucked into his side as he gazed down at her.

"Marry me, Bella."

She smiled prettily up at him, "Okay."

…everything I am…
…and everything you need…
…I'll also be the one…
…you wanted me to be…
…I'll never let you down…
…even if I could…

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