okay now, i fully expect you guys, to disappointed in my choosing of the bad guy's name, and well boo hoo, but i'll have YOU know that it is in fact MY name, Lovelace Brian Cooper! AKA L-Brian Cooper. so lay off okay. and besides isn't that a good enough reason to become a bad guy in the first place? *Grin* but anyway i digest, on with the story, the show must go on, and If you can't take a joke, you shouldn't have joined *Grin* got that one from Valentine Himself. *Sigh* oh how i do miss him.
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Anyway i had to manipulate some space and time, as well as history here, i mean Lovelace Brian, L-Brian for short, Not a word to me about it. is 16 when he was turned, and Bella was eight, so i'm of course Making Renee and Charlie a bit older now, purely out of necessity.
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Lovelace POV
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*we shouldn't have done that.* the voice whispered, and i batted it away with annoyance, alter egos were really quite annoying at times, useful sometimes, but mostly just annoying.
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"Yeah well, it doesn't really matter now does it?" i growled, my tone as snarky as ever, "Its done, as a matter of fact, its LOONG done, its been done for over 5 years, its been done, since i broke off those train tracks over that river, that caused the Mutt's death, so just shut up, there's no use in pestering me about decisions i can't take back."
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"there's a use in everything, we can still redeem ourselves, we just have to let ourselves be helped, let them help us! we could be so much better than this and you know it."
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"I know no such THING!" i snarled, all i know is that Isabella is being held captive in her own mind, and that only with my help will she come back to us!"
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"This is all going to end badly, for us, for them, but especially for Bella, and you know it."
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"Shut up you stupid ghost." i growled, and shut the voice out, shoving it down into a mental urn, and shutting the lid firmly.
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I would need a clear head for what was to come, and stupid pathetic ghosts of my past self, would only distract me. so i sat down, on the edge of the cliff, and waited for my sister's call... it wouldn't be long, in coming of that i was certain. after all, she would never keep me waiting, not after all that i had done for her... not after all i had suffered for her. she would call to me, and i would answer.
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Edward POV.
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The trip back, home, was a silent somber one, Bella was avoiding me and Renesmee, well she was avoiding everyone really, but me and our daughter especially. and it hurt, but i suppose that that we really deserved it really, when you get right down to it... but that didn't make it any less painful, i loved her i really did, and while i will admit, that what i and Renesmee had done was stupid, it hadn't entirely been our fault!... not entirely.
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but i had spoken with Chelsea a few times, during a few of my visits to Italy. and according to her, whenever it came to changing a person's relationship with someone, such as causing them to end up sleeping together, it could be extremely difficult impossible even, if they didn't have at least a smidgen of an attraction to each other in the first place, for her to build upon.
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And The other, Lovelace, his ability was exactly the same as Chelsea's i had seen it in his mind, that he had encountered her along with a few other members of the volturi, and while i hadn't been able to see much, it had been enough for me to know, that his ability was to mimic at least to a certain extent the abilities of other's, and that he could do it for up to a total of ten, before he had to start switching out abilities for others.
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I shivered, i hadn't seen all of the abilities he held, but i had seen enough to know that... he could have killed us, if he wanted to, he could have knocked us out, and killed us one by one.. but he hadn't.
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Because we were the current family, of his Sister! Bella hadn't allowed me to see anything of her mind, so i didn't know exactly what she was thinking, but thanks to Jasper i knew her emotions, and so had some pretty good guesses as to her thoughts.
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For instance every time she set eyes on me, particuarly when i was with Renesmee, she experienced nearly overwhelming Hurt, Jealousy, outrage... and just plain rage, as well as just a little hate.
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i wasn't entirely certain what hurt more, that she hated me, that she was purposefully blocking her mind from me, or that she refused to speak to me... there was just so, so much i wanted to say to her, how much i hated myself for what i did, how i wished i could take it all back, how i would do anything to make it up to her, how i... fuck so so many apologies. But most importantly i wanted to speak to her of her brother, of Lovelace, and that one talk was unavoidable, everyone wanted to speak to her about him, but we had all agreed that it would be best, if we waited till we were safe and sound in our home, before we assaulted her with questions.
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i sighed, and settled down further into the cot, as the ship rocked and rolled under me. hopefully two days would be enough time for Bella to recover enough, to answer our questions. we needed all the info we could get on Lovelace, cause this wasn't over, not by a long shot.
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Bella POV.
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i rolled the gothic cross, around in my hands, getting a good feel of it. it beautiful, dark, and twisted. and exactly what i had asked for my birthday, from my elder brother, Lovelace Brian Conrick, my older than me by eight years Half Brother, tears threatened to spill, and i let them, L-Brian had been out getting this, the night of his disappearance, he had disobeyed Renee, and Richard Conrick his father's orders, to stay in the house, and get the gift the morning after, and went out to get me the cross, i'd seen, in a commercial... all for me...
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Flashback again about 16 years ago.
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I lay in my bed, staring out the window, feeling depressed, it was birthday... and my Brother *Sniffle* had forgotten to get me the gift i most wanted. i felt his warm, reassuring presence enter my bedroom as i continued to stare.
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"Hey Izzy, i'm pretty sure your supposed to be asleep around now," i could practically hear his Grin, and i mumbled an incoherent response. i felt the bed dip slightly, as he sat down on the edge, right next to me.
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i felt his large, usually comforting hand, on my shoulder, and he said softly "What's that i didn't quite catch that?"
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"I said you forgot to get me that present i wanted." i mumbled, feeling tears of hurt, and betrayal prickle at my eyes, and i fought them back stubbernly, i would not cry, not in front of this jerk, i was angry at him, and the last thing i needed was him seeing me cry like the little baby i was, he had enough ammunition, as it was, without seeing me cry.
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i heard a smacking sound, and i glanced back at him alarmed, and saw his hand covering his eyes, he leaned back his head and groaned. "Ahh, dam er darn, i'm so sorry Izzy, ma needed my help with the decorations, and father needed me to help him put some stuff in the attic, and then i had my Phisical therapy to avoid, and... ahh god, i'm so sorry Izzy."
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i fought back a sniffle, and failed. i felt his large muscular arms go around my tiny torso, and felt his lips on the top of my head. and i couldn't help it any more, i cried, leaning into him. eventually the crying degenerated into undignified blubbering, then into hiccuping, and then under the carefully soothing backrubbing of his hands, and his careful warm soothing nonsensical words, i was reasonably calm again.
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We spoke, and yet we didn't speak, it was a, a special gift we had, mom always said we were psychically attuned to each other, and she wasn't far off, to be honest. i instinctively felt my mind open up wide to him, felt my emotions lay themselves out for him to inspect, and do with as he saw fit... i was completely vulnerable to him... he was my other, some people say their two halves of the same person, well we're two pieces of the same half.
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i was vulnerable to him, and he was vulnerable to me, despite our being separated by years, we were like twins in that, we instinctively knew, not had an idea, but knew each other's line of thinking, we knew how each other's mind's worked, we knew what the other was feeling, we knew...everything about each other.
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as he hushed me gently, stroking my hair back from my face, and looked me deep in the eyes, i knew that he was going to a friend's house, on the other side of the city, who had connections, that would allow him to get me the beautiful cross i wanted so much, before the clock already its hand already on the nine, struck 12 o clock.
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he knew of my objections, and dismissed them, and set me back into bed, tucked me in, kissed me once on the forehead, once on both cheeks, and one quick kiss on the lips. and with that, he got to his feet, and went out into the chilly December night, wind and snow whipping about him, never to be seen or heard from again... or so i thought.
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.End flashback. *Yes i changed Bella's Birthday deal with it. i like the image of L-Brian... or me, or whatever disappearing into a chilly December. and besides its perfect really, have Isabella blame herself, for the disappearance and possible death of her only Brother, of whom she was insanely close to, develope the alterego of You guessed it one Bella Swan. Yep Bella isn't the dominant personality here, at least not the original one, which will make her fight with Isabella, when the time comes again, all the more harder.
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Oh and Just so we're clear here, Charlie is still Bella's father. Renee just hooked up with Richard for a bit, broke up with him, had L-Brian, met Charlie married him Divorced him moved to seattle hooked back up with Richard, then after the disspearence and possible death of L-Brian she broke back up with him, and moved to Arizona, where she met Phil, the end, well okay not exactly the end, but it'll do for now okay. take care now by by then.
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Bella POV
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I closed my hand around the Cross, and closed my eyes shut even tighter, as the venomous tears spilled down my cheeks. for so many years, i'd thought my Brother was dead, thought... thought that i was personally responsible for his death, thought that.. oh god thought so so many things. and now here i was, holding the Cross i'd wanted for so long, but at the same time not wanting it, i could have gotten it at any time, when i was old enough, and had the money, but i hadn't because i'd wanted my brother to be the one to give it to me..
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oh god Lovelace. i sobbed. he wasn't DEAD! i broke down by my bunk and sobbed, great bloody (Not Literally) tears of relief, as it hit me. My brother was alive! he was alive and and oh god, he was he...
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i paused and wiped tears from my face. My brother was a vampire... and more than that... he was the vampire who'd been manipulating my... my whole vampiric family's emotions, tiwsting them and, and. i shook, No It couldn't BE! there had to be an explanation, i was sure there was... there had to be.
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I couldn't lose my brother.. not again.
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I reached out with a tentative trickle of thought, praying my other self's recollections were correct, praying that.. that the knowledge i'd held for so, so long, the knowledge that i'd kept buried, was still true, that my transformation hadn' changed it, praying that the memories were even true, that there was a flipside to my ability.
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almost immediately, i felt a responding trickle of thought, but not from the island back in Borneo like i thought it would be... but further.. south, towards... Australia? how had he gotten from Borneo to Australia, so quickly? it was impossible it was, but weren't vampires supposed to be impossible. i snorted, my original self had a point there.
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I almost heard his thoughts, so clear across the sea, so real, so... i closed off the connection and shivered. i couldn't do it... not yet.
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And so i settled back onto the bed, cradling the cross in my hands. and prayed that everything would turn out for the best, but i didn't get my hopes up, that'd just be too much like the old me, and while she may have been clamoring for my for our brother's affections, wanting to be one with him again.. i just couldn't let us get hurt... not like that... not again.
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Hmm so two chapters kinda all in one day. hmm. but don't go getting your hopes up okay. me and cocaine and Mary J Wanna can only work so many miracles i mean, i'm startin to see double here, anyway i have no idea how long i can keep this kind of inspiration flowing, but anyway Review please. lots of reviews.