Hey guys, so yah, I'm updating all of my stories this week (: You should be happy, I'm leaving my video-stories to type this Northern Star's Heart chapter, right now. I haven't updated YouTube in about I don't know, let's say, 3 monthish? I've spent all my time TYPING. So yah :3 Now, I know you don't wanna read this whining, so, I'm gonna get onto the damn chapter, now. Oh, also, there might be minor language in this chapter. Let's keep in head that Bella has more than a million reasons to hate Edward, or any mortal, in fact. Yeah, it is quite short, but I didn't get that many reviews, so..
~ Maaveelghyy
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EPOV
Was she my mother? Because those were really perverted thoughts to be even thinking about my own mother, I swear I'll literally jump of a cliff right now if this beauty is my mother, I mean, of course, her beauty is absolutely nothing to Tanya's! Tanya is beautiful in both the inside and the outside, and this girl, well, she might be pretty, but not beautiful. I mean, I can't think of anyone else but my Tanya like that, it's an oath, I might be marrying Tanya soon-to-be-Cullen soon enough!
"Do I look old enough to be your mother, you damn moron?" she retorted angrily, as she struggled to get me off of her, she was groaning. Her voice was sweet, somehow, even thorough those insults and her painful groaning.
"Oh, ah," I laughed humorlessly. "Not at all, but, it's just, I was actually thinking about my mum and I just, ah, doesn't matter." I sighed, shaking my head, she was still groaning. I ignored her at once.
"Have you seen a star around here?"
"I broke my leg," she told me sadly, and I felt bad for her, but I couldn't concentrate on her.
"Yes, yes, but have you seen a star here somewhere?"
"I broke my leg when I fell." She finished exasperated, glaring at me thorough her, wait what? Her eyes were golden, I swear, how come were they are dark blue as the night, now? How is that even possible? Wait, again, did she say she fell? She's the star! Oh god, she's the star! I found the star! I am going to marry Tanya, I swear I almost jumped up with joy, instead I was speechless.
"You-you-you're the star?!" I stuttered mindlessly, she rolled her eyes at me, and shrieked in pain, grabbing her ankle, even though it was covered by silver silk.
"I'm sorry." I told her, looking down.
"About what? About coming out of absolutely nowhere and literally tackling me?"
"No," I snorted. "About this." And so I grabbed her wrist and got the unbreakable chain my father had gotten me for my 12th birthday out of my jacket pocket, I wrapped it around her slim white wrist and her mouth popped open in surprise.
"What in the world do you think you are doing, boy?"
"I'm taking you with me."
"Yes, I get that much, I'm not mentally challenged like other people I know, I meant, why?" I thought about it, again, why in the world was I- Oh, right, wedding gift.
"You're a gift for the most beautiful, lovely woman in the world, you should be thankful, you're going to meet my perfect soon-to-be-wife, Tanya Denali," I told her proudly, and she burst out laughing darkly.
"Oh, of course, there's absolutely nothing better as a wedding gift than a tortured woman who sparkles, is there? I'm sure your little girlfriend will appreciate me," she said sarcastically, and groaned again.
"My leg! Why did you have to fall in top of me? Seriously, whatever-your-name-is, you should be more careful with women, if you want your Tanya"-it did not pass my notice that she sneered her name-"to actually love you back at all." She stood up gracefully, and groaned, sinking back down.
"Well, I'm sorry, Boobyloon candles aren't as easy to use as I thought they'd be!" I literally shouted at her sarcastically.
"You have a Babylon candle?" her eyes brightened to a lighter blue as she looked up to meet my own.
"Yeah, I have a Bubulin candle,"
"It's Babylon."
"That's what I said,"
"No, you said Bubulin." She insisted stubbornly. I sighed.
"Well, I heard the fastest way to travel is a Babylon candle, and I don't believe you'll find another easy enough, so, you should probably be nicer." Her eyes flared with anger and turned black as the mist.
"Nicer? Nicer? You want me to show you nicer? What would your precious Tanya do if she was happily up there with her friends chatting when out of a sudden she is dropped into earth with this stupid little rubbish of a necklace," she held up an amber stone that she had hidden under her silver dress. "Hitting her all the way? And would she be nice if a loony boy just came out of the sky and broke her leg? What a nice day that must be for her, wouldn't it, now?!" Okay, now, she was screaming.
"Okay, okay, fine, Ms..?" I realized I didn't even know her name; she crossed her arms across her chest and pursed her lips thoughtfully, before she finally sighed and spoke.
"I presume you are Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, son of Esme and Carlisle Cullen, born in Chicago, Volterra, and then, you moved back to Forks, Washington. You are currently 17 years old, your birth date is on June 20th and you have no siblings. Your father has never gotten married, and your mother gave you life when she was barely 22. She is currently 39," I stared at her speechless, and she sighed and started again. "My full name is Βόρεια Αστέρι, which means Star of the North, or Northern Star, whichever you may, boy, I was born more than a thousand million years ago, I reckon my birth date, if you can even call it that, was a September 12th? No, September 13th I'm quite certain, but it's been such a long time. It is very hard to have a perfect memory you know. My mother, or mistress, whichever you may, her name is φεγγάρι or moon, that is what it is translated from Ancient Greek." She finished all this with a smile, and I stared at her, speechless once again.
"Any questions?" she teased, with a smile on her still-pained face, I just shook my head.
"We need to get going, now, Bopi, we-" As fast as a flash, I did not even see her leap at me, I was tackled by her.
"What did you call me?!" she demanded angrily.
"Bopi, I mean, your name is really quite hard to pronounce, you know, not all of us here happen to be Greek geniuses, like you," she got off of me, rubbing her ankle, and muttering something that sounded like stupid mortals.
"Well, fair enough, just call me Bella if you may," and with that, she stalked off into the forest, I ran, and tried to catch up with her, we were under the midnight, going to my Tanya.
Okay, so now, what would you rather?
What's happening with the witches.
What's happening with Aro, Caius, Eleazar, and Marcus.
Bella's point of view of this, and part of last, chapter.
