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Move me up through the darkest clouds
Till I've lost in the sun every shadow of doubt
There is no better find than to find myself with you
In a fog you are all I see
I'm inviting you closer with each time I breathe
Surrender has somehow become so beautiful
Control - Mute Math
The moment I fell in love with Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, I was ten years old.
I was sitting beside him on his piano bench and he was playing the sweetest melodies. He played Beethoven, Fauré, Bach... artists I hadn't heard of, until he played their compositions for me and explained them in perfect detail.
It was also the first time I met him.
I'd known about him before I met him because Esme and Carlisle talked about him constantly. They missed him desperately, and wished he was home to see how fast I`d been growing.
By the time I was seven, I looked like I was at least twelve.
So when we heard movement inside our house when we came home from hunting one night, we were all shocked to see Edward sitting casually on the couch in the parlour.
Well... Esme and Carlisle were shocked, while I was awe-struck.
I'd never seen another vampire in my life, so I believed my parents were as beautiful as it got.
But, oh, how wrong I was.
Edward was in beige trousers, a white dress shirt, and his overcoat was thrown over the arm of the couch beside him.
I hadn't noticed his true beauty until he gestured me over to his piano and told me that he'd teach me how to play when I was older. He didn't know me from eve, but he treated me like we'd known each other for centuries.
So when I asked him why he was automatically so nice and unthreatened by me, he smiled at me and said:
"Well, Little Girl, I've known about you for years, and you are definitely not what I expected you to be."
Then his fingers started gliding smoothly and swiftly over the piano keys.
A few days later, he played something I didn't recognize. He normally stuck to the same composers, so I would be able to pick up on the style of music and guess the creator, but this new tune was much different from the others. He told me to let him finish the piece before I asked who it was. I had tears in my eyes by the time it was over, and I wanted nothing more than to fall asleep at that very moment, listening to him play that song over-and-over.
When I was finally given permission to ask, he told me it was mine.
But that didn't answer my question, it made me more confused.
So he elaborated, told me it was made for me. By him. That it was only mine, and that although other people could hear it, I was the only one that would know the meaning of the song. The importance.
"This is your lullabye, Isabella."
It was also my welcome home, present.
But I knew better. I was given my role in our small family, at that moment.
I would, for all eternity, be Edward Anthony Masen Cullen's baby sister.
I had no control over anything, anymore.
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I was starting to think my family was catching on to me.
Alice and Rosalie had been pushing more often for me to go shopping.
Emmett and Jasper were treating me less like one of their brothers, and more like one of their sisters.
I didn't understand.
I had gotten home from hunting with Carlisle, and the four of them were crowded around the coffee table in the living room, whispering so that only they could hear. Even then, I could see them straining to hear each other talk.
So when I approached them and asked what was up, they all jumped apart, Emmett saying him and Jasper would be in the backyard throwing the football around.
Without me.
That was when Rosalie made her strike.
"Bells, aren't you tired of wearing those sweats and baggy, hand-me-down sweaters from Emm? I think it's time we go shopping!"
Alice, nodding her head the entire time, suggested we go to the mall the next day in order to get me a few pairs of tight jeans, low-cut tops, and new "underwear."
So here I was, sitting in the foodcourt, reading a book, waiting for Rose and Alice, while they went on their mission to find me classier, sexier clothes.
I could guarentee them right now that those clothes would be in the garbage before we made it out of the mall.
What erked me about them shopping for me, was that just because in human years they were older than me, they felt I wasn't yet at an age where I could grasp the necessities of life, shopping being one of them, therefore, because they are the ones with the basic knowledge in that area, they should be the ones to dress me...
I didn't like it one bit.
"Bella! Bella, look!" Alice was jogging over to me with five shopping bags in each hand.
"Bella, I promise you. This time you're going to love what we got you."
My only response for her was a snort of disbelief.
This time.
"Oh don't be so cynical, Bella," Rosalie smirked, "we got Edward to tag along to each store and he stamped the clothes with his approval... well, at least he came to most of the stores."
My face had gone pale, and I was pretty sure I looked more like a complete vampire, now, than I ever had in my life.
"Jeeze, Bella, it was just a joke! He was never there to begin with."
That made the situation ten times worse! At least he would have made sure I was wearing something that was actually appropriate for school the next day.
I said nothing to them as I stood from the table I was seated at and headed toward the escalators, and then the car.
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"Bella," Rosalie pleaded from the other side of my bedroom door, "please open the door, Sweet! We were kidding at the mall, we didn't mean any harm. The clothes truly are nice. They'll suit you perfectly." She reasoned.
"I'm not coming out for the rest of the night!" I shrieked.
"What did you say to her?" I heard Carlisle ask Alice, downstairs, an hour later.
"We were being callow with her, earlier." Alice sighed.
"Who's the one being immature, now, Bella?" Rosalie whined.
I growled in response.
Emmett's booming laugh shook the walls because he knew I was trying hard to stay angry.
"Bells, if you don't open the door, I'll take it off it's hinges." He bellowed.
I went silent.
"No chocolate for a month, Honey." Esme tried not to laugh, playing along.
I stayed silent.
"No lullabye toni-"
I shot out of my bed and was down the stairs, facing my family with wide eyes, in seconds.
Then I turned my head and glared at the boyish face that was smirking, before I realized what I'd done.
I'd left my room.
I took a deep breath, trying my hardest to keep the tears that gathered in my eyes, at bay.
"Don't be upset, Darlin'." Jasper drawled, pulling my hand, before sitting me in his lap.
"He cheated." I frowned, pointing at Edward.
Edward stood and picked me up, wrapping my arms around his neck, my legs behind his back, and raced up the stairs toward my room.
"Someone's grumpy because they're tired." He laughed when we were both comfy on my bed.
"Nuh-uh." I pouted, looking up at him.
He smirked, again, and hugged me closer to him, while he started humming my lullabye.
"You should forgive, them, you know." He suddenly broke off, when I was almost asleep.
"Hmm..." I mumbled.
"Promise you will, Bella?" He asked, looking me in the eye.
I froze for a moment, dazzled, and finally nodded my head, sighing.
"Thank you." He smiled, and started humming again.
Just before I dozed off, I caught a part of the nearly silent conversation between Rosalie and Alice.
"She's got it bad," Alice stated, "I've seen it."
Oh no... They knew...
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