1Yellow Chrysanthemums in full bloom . . .
Summary- What if Edward had never answered his phone when Rosalie called? What if Bella let Jacob Kiss her after all? What if a week after Jacob imprints on a girl who is trying to get Edward and Bella back together? E+B J+OC
Chapter Three
Homecoming & Enchantments
Alice clicked her phone shut in frustration. She was past ticked, she was furious. She glared moodily out the window. She felt jasper take a hold of her hand and was instantly calmed. Alice glanced at Jasper, who was looking at her with scorching eyes. Alice's face crumpled in pain as she was struck with a vision.
Edward stood in front of Bella's living room window. Bella was inside with Jacob making out. She could feel the Edwards pain as he watched the love they shared. A girl came up behind him.
"Edward come on." she said gently putting her arm around his waist. He looked at her with scorching eyes.
"Thus the lamb was consumed by the werewolf."
Alice closed her eyes, "why did he leave her. Why? He can't bear to see her with another, and yet..."
"Yet he watches her." Jasper said quietly his thoughts drifting to the last time he saw Edward he had truly looked like the undead, jasper felt the jumbled emotions he was going through; depression, pain, frustration, anger, gloom, he was more like a zombie than a vampire.
"There was a girl with him." Alice said breaking out of Jasper's reverie.
Jasper scrunched his eyes, "A girl? Another one?" Rosalie said her eyes opening wide in hatred. Emmet put his hand on Rosalie's arm restraining her to the seat.
Alice nodded silently. "Well either way, we'll meet her eventually. We'll be at Forks by nightfall." Carlisle said, nodding at Jasper to calm everyone.
"Why doesn't Edward just give up on Bella then? She's moved on." Rosalie said gritting her teeth.
"It's not always that easy, Rosalie." Jasper said quietly.
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Vanessa's breath caught, her heart accelerating. She couldn't move or breathe for that matter as the ripples of pain slashed against her back and in her torso. She gasped with the pain of it all. She bent over, biting her lip to keep from screaming. Tears streamed down her face as her body rocked with a third round of convulsions. She was gasping louder, now so she didn't hear the musical voice that asked her if she was okay, her body heated up with the pain so she didn't feel the ice cold hands that lifted her, she didn't feel the cold rush as he ran out silently, unnoticed by any of the classrooms.
She wasn't aware that her body was up against a cold marble frame. She couldn't feel the ice cold hands that held her burning tear-streaked face. She couldn't open her eyes; she couldn't break through the visions, the aching memories that flashed in front of her eyes, with blinding ferocity. Her arms clenched his waist painfully as the next convulsion sent her screaming in agony, she struggled against his grasp bringing her hands against his chest trying to push away from his iron-clad grip.
His arms around her back were chains that shackled her to the pain, her head shook, her whole body shook, with the last convulsion. Her breath came out ragged until her screams became sobs, finally her whole body quieted until all Edward could hear was a faint heartbeat. So faint he was scared that it might stop.
He released some of his grip; her body fell away from his he gripped her waist to keep her from falling. Her eyes were still closed, her face clear of any emotion, her dark hair cascaded making her look like a fallen angel. Edwards's eyes burned, if he hadn't found her in time he shuddered to think of the ruckus that it would've caused in the school. He gazed at her slender frame before gathering her in his arms, running toward his home. Carlisle would be home soon, if anyone could figure out what's wrong with her it was him.
He gently put her slender frame on his black leather couch. She looked lifeless, one of her hands fell dangling off the couch. It lifted her shirt, revealing a darkened bruise. Edward started. He lifted the shirt and saw three long scars that streaked from her belly to her rib cage. They were an angry shade of purple and red around the sides. Edward was shook with the shock of it, he went down on his knees his eyes wide, and the scars were long and dark, and recent.
He was still in shock when Alice and Jasper opened the door. Esme's horrified gasp broke Edward out of his reverie.
"Where is Carlisle?" he said his voice shaky with pain. Alice collapsed on the floor gazing at the girl in shock.
Rosalie eyes widened as she took in the scene, she kneeled down putting her arms around Alice, who looked like she would be crying if she could cry.
Carlisle shuddered as he took in the scene. His eyes darkened. "Edward get her in my office, Esme get my bag please."
Edward gathered her back up in his arms once more and took her to Carlisle's study while Alice rummaged through Carlisle's luggage.
Carlisle looked at her frail figure once more before asking Edward to leave while he examined her. With shaking fingers he lifted her to remove her shirt; with a shock he felt the scars that crisscrossed her back. Angry and red they were, scorching hot to the touch. He followed the lines with his fingers even his ice cold fingers couldn't break through the scorching blaze. He laid her on the long couch. She had no temperature, a faint pulse, a faint heartbeat, and all those scars on her back and three long purple red scars on her front. She also had a mark on wrist; it was a scar that looked like a crescent moon. Carlisle took a sharp breath. The scar was identical to Bella's, she had been bitten.
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Vanessa blearily opened her eyes and took a sharp breath she listened to see if anyone was around. There was silence all around. Satisfied, she grabbed her shirt and put it on covering her scars. She tied her hair with a scrunchie that was in her pocket. Then she sneaked out the door and into the hall. She sneaked past a row of bedrooms. She was halfway down the stairs when she heard voices coming from the kitchen. She ran past the voices and rushed out the front door, when she was a foot away she looked back at the house. She took a step back and bumped into something hard and marble.
"Ack!" Vanessa said jumping from the ice cold sculpture.
"Where do you think you're going?" Edward's dark velvety voice asked, his eyes shining in the darkness.
Vanessa glared at him. "you can't keep me here. I'm going home." She said walking around him.
"no. you're going to answer some questions, like why you were screaming in pain." Edward said his voice dark.
Vanessa looked up at him startled, "no I didn't."
"yes you did." Edward said his nostrils flaring, Vanessa continued to look at him in confusion, that soon turned to recognition.
"Oh no."
"Vanessa, what-"
"Edward you can't help me."
"What do you mean?"
"This is why I was in New Mexico, I've got to leave, before he finds me, he'll kill me and then attack the town!"
Edwards's eyes widened. "Who. Vanessa you have to tell me." Edward said his hands gripping her shoulders.
"You can't protect me, he's a werewolf."
"Who?" Edward said more earnestly this time.
"My brother. Tom Riddle."
A/N- DUN.DUN.DAHH!! Now we have reached the Harry potter portion of this story! So now I will put the disclaimer I have forgotten for the past two chapters.
Disclaimer- DO NOT OWN, either Harry Potter or Twilight. I do however own Vanessa and all her pain.
