AN- Okay, this chapter was never supposed to be written this way, but I saw a lot of people has questions, and I like to think ask, and ye shalt receive. So here is chapter four! Oh, the songs in this particular chapter are Rise Above This by Seether, Hate (I Really Don't Like You) by Plain White T's and Niki FM by Hawthorne Heights. Seriously, read the lyrics to that song, it was like Edward Cullen wrote that shit!
EPOV
I have no idea how something that seemed so effortless, even when I had to control myself so often to not kill her could become so damn complicated. Even when I had to keep myself in check, we fit together so fluidly, as if we were meant to be. I had told her so long ago that she had no idea how long I've waited for her, and that was simple truth, now she understood as well. How could I have thought she had died all those years ago? You would think that somewhere in the recesses of my dead black heart, I would know she was alive, well in some form anyways. You would think my heart would know. I had told her that year's just slide by for our kind, like seconds for hers. That was a lie too. These past seventy five years have been the slowest form of death, or life, that I never thought would be possible.
And now, I see her, hear her, My Bella still lives, and every step I take, every word I say, every action I make is the wrong one. I have never felt this stupid in all of my life. I think back to the past two nights, and there is nothing positive to say about any of it. The first mistake was a rather gargantuan one.
Tanya. She was a nice girl, and I enjoyed her company on a friendly level, but I have known for years, even before Bella was born that she has wanted more. Even before Bella had wormed herself into my life, and my heart, I knew Tanya would never be more than my friend, a cousin of sorts, as our families are close. That's how I got into this current position. A few years ago, maybe four or so, we visited the extended family in Alaska, and Tanya saw this as her chance. I should have realized I was, how the kids used to say, screwed as soon as I got in hearing range of her…
FLASHBACK CIRCA 2079
We pulled up the long drive into the trees of the Alaskan forests to the huge log cabin that housed the Denali Coven.
"I think this is it. It's been so long since I've seen him, and even longer since he's seen her. She's dead somewhere, in the ground, rotting away. Edward has never looked at me more than as a sister or other relative. Here's my chance for more. Oh, shit, they'll be here soon, I better stop all this thinking! Here I come Edward Cullen!"
I couldn't help myself, the corners on my mouth quirked up just the tiniest bit. I would never feel for Tanya the way she obviously felt for me. It just was not possible. My heart had died in 1918, but it was stolen from me in 2007. I never did get it back. My heart was where Tanya said she was. My Bella. Somewhere in the ground, rotting away. That comment did bother me a lot. I did not like to think of Bella that way, but it was the truth. She had died not long after we left, I didn't know much about it really. Charlie woke up one morning to find that Bella was not in the house; he walked to her room and inside found a bloodbath. Blood was everywhere. Her bed was destroyed; her furniture was everywhere, books and papers. Her body was never found. I blamed myself for that. Had I not been so stupid and left my fragile love to the inhumane world, she would have gone on to have a life, a husband and family. Everything I could never be, and never give her.
PRESENT TIME
I never knew that Tanya had a gift. She never let on that she did. It was a weaker gift, and by that I mean, she did not have a lot of influence over it. It was not like my being able to read minds. I could hear people from a great distance. It was not like Jasper's ability to swirl you in the emotion of his choice, and envelope one like a caressing lover. Tanya could influence people to do her bidding, but it came in bursts and twinges and it could easily be pushed off of you, like grains of sand on the skin, but if you were weak enough, susceptible, it could get to you.
While I never let Tanya get close enough to get myself thoroughly wrapped up in her, I never did realize how persistent she could be. I never saw the anger behind her luminescent eyes. I never saw the rage behind her warm benign smile. I never knew, of course until it was too late. And not even Alice could have seen what was coming. None of us would know for some time.
JASPER POV
Some days it's difficult to be around people. It is so easy for me to get overwhelmed by everyone's emotions. The closer I am to the person, makes it even harder to bear if the emotions are unhappy or hurtful. Lately, I have been subjected to a tidal wave. Edward has been worse in the past forty eight hours or so than he has in the past almost eighty years, and here I thought it couldn't get any worse than the early days after his leaving Bella. Had I been able to shed a human tear, I would have feeling the abject misery radiating off of the sorry stupid fool. Having to be around him as he heard Bella bleed herself dry with her songs hurt me grievously.
'Cos I don't know
who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should And I
don't know if I could stand another hand upon you
All I know is
that I should
'Cos she will love you more than I could
She who
dares to stand where I stood
I remember being downstairs in the theater room when Bella sang that song in her home. I knew that Alice was with her, and I could tell from Alice's confusion that that was not the type of song she was envisioning when we all heard Bella playing the piano without the lyrics. I instantly overcome by wave after wave of crippling misery. Edward. I was also filled with a sense of…I was not even sure how to describe something so heartbreaking. Pain, confusion, hopelessness, it was all there. Bella. It had to be. No one else here could have all of that radiating off of them. I knew then, at that moment, she still loved Edward. If this wasn't all so completely screwed up, I would have smiled. Before I could analyze anymore, I was over taken by a rage so very powerful I careened into the wall leaving a sizeable dent. Dakota. The other man. What was he to Bella? I couldn't get a good reading. I darted up the stairs to the main floor to hopefully smooth over some of the anger before anyone lost their cool…or a limb.
No need to talk
about it
It's not the same
My love for you is just not the
same
And my heart, and my heart
And my heart can't stand the
strain
And my love, and my love
And my love...
You
got it, you got it,
Some kind of magic.
Hypnotic, hypnotic,
You're leaving me breathless.
I hate this, I hate this,
You're not the one I believe in.
With God as my witness.
Oh no, not me,
We
never lost control,
I'm face to face,
With the man who stole
my world
Your
fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the
wind
Images
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest
sadness in your eyes
Clever trick
Well,
I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for
me
Goodbye,
my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
It was as if every song Bella wrote was meant to stab yet another knife into Edward's heart. I really can't blame the girl for it though. I mean, we all failed her in a huge way, especially Edward. It was hard to listen to, but even harder to feel. I did however feel her joy at being on stage. It was contagious. I concentrated on someone else besides Bella and my family, so I gravitated towards Tanya for a brief moment and was shocked to feel undiluted rage snapping off of her. This confused me. What was there for Tanya to be angry about? Did she not know that Edward would never love her the way she loved him. He never lead her on, never made her think that anything was going to come of it, yet still, she had these naive allusions that someday he would come to his senses. I never felt it coming…
BPOV
"Hello LA. This is Kasten Klaibor with some very special guests today. I have the exclusive, as it seems I always do. With us today we have notoriously press shy A Beautiful Nightmare, Izzy Sparrow, Mirelle Davidson-Chatham, Bryant Chatham and Dakota Gray. Your last Album Flying on Broken Wings was an outrageous success. Very few new artists or bands get that kind of recognition. Why do you think that audiences have taken such a shine to you?"
"Music is pretty much like real estate Kasten. Location, location, location. No matter what, there are three things that you can always count on in life. Birth, death and heartbreak. There is really only one thing I feel qualified to write and sing about, and that is having my heart ripped out of my chest." I stated calmly.
"Right. You are always very mum on that particular topicIzzy. Why is that?" Klaibor asked a very persistent look in his weasely blue eyes.
"Well, it's really hard to talk about Kasten."
"What's the big deal Izzy? You rose above it! You took all the crap he put you through and became a huge success! You have thoroughly embarrassed him by trashing him in literally every song you have ever written! This guy got away with it all too! Tell the world about him, so no other girl will ever waste her time on him!" Oh that Kasten Klaibor was a sensational news media slut. It wasn't like Edward was just any boy in high school. And it wasn't like it happened a year or two ago. Screw this was difficult.
"I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of giving his name out, and giving his any media attention. But I will say this. That boy broke a young girl's heart. He left me that day, alone and broken. I spent weeks in a catatonic state, and then I died, broken and alone, bleeding for someone who never came, even though I cried out for him time and time again. I turned to music after Miry, Bry and Kota came into my life. They brought me back to life. Every day is an uphill battle for me to not loose myself and run away without looking back." I looked at him with the headphones on. He looked a little wowed and contrite, but I could tell it was a show.
"Alright then, no wonder you write the songs Izzy. You have a definite way with words. So your debut CD was all about being broken, lost, and confused and numerous other things that teenage girls go through. I heard from some of the fans that were at your shows over the past few days that this album is going to be more geared towards hate, and getting over it. You moved on from being miserable to being vindictive. Why?"
"You can't have the same mode of operation for your entire career. People will get bored of you. We had our heartbreak album, now we need our slightly more positive and upbeat album. Were just like a breakup. At first your messed up and shitty, oops , can't say shitty on the radio, can I? Sorry. Anyways, you're all miserable and depressed, and sooner or later you get over that particular hurdle you get angry. You get mad, and thus, Immortal Words." Mirelle countered, trying to get some of the attention off of me.
"What about you guys? Bryant, I know you contribute with songwriting. Why do you guys go along with the whole break up band scenario?"
"Why complain about a good thing Klaibor? The band is not just liked by females. Everyone goes through a bad break up. We are relatable to the male population too. But, you know, the amiable ladies aren't bad." Dakota laughed, waggling his think black eyebrows." However, there was menace in his gold eyes, and Kasten Klaibor was not stupid enough to not see it.
"Okay. This is Kasten Klaibor on air. We will be right back with A Beautiful Nightmare and they'll even do an acoustic version of their first single off of their upcoming album." A radio commercial starting playing and the group collectively took off their headphones.
"I can tell why you guys don't do a lot of press or radio or anything. You're not very good at it. Listeners want the dish, the gossip, the good stuff if you will."
"Listen Klaibor, we do this because our label expects us to. They don't care how happy we are as we do it. As long as record buyers hear us, their just fine with whatever we say. The more morose and depressed we sound, the more records we buy. Get over it." Bryant clipped and swiveled in his chair, going to grab his own acoustic. Bella grabbed her own acoustic from the previous night's show and walked over to the little area set up for them to do their acoustic version. Dakota wandered over to this large wooden box and sat upon it. He would not be using his drum kit, preferring to keep with the acoustic sound, and using the wooden box, more or less like a set of bongos. There really was not a lot for Mirelle to do, so she just went over to her stool and grabbed her rhythm shaker and settled herself elegantly.
"We're back with A Beautiful Nightmare. This will be the first time they have played this particular song. This will be the first song off of their new CD Immortal Words due out very soon. Without further adieu I give you; A Beautiful Nightmare with their first single; Rise Above This." Kasten said and pushed back from the counter, watching intently. Dakota started off the song, and Bryant and I came in with the acoustics.
Take the light, and
darken everything around me Hate the mind, regrets are better left unspoken Call your name every day, when
I feel so helpless I'll mend myself before it gets me Call your name every day,
when I seem so helpless
Call the clowns and listen closely,
I'm lost without you
Call your name every day when I feel so
helpless
I'm fallin' down but I'll rise above this, rise above
this
For
all we know, this void will grow and
Everything's in vain,
distressing you though it leaves me open
Feels so right, but I'll
end this all before it gets me
I'm fallin' down, but I'll rise above this,
rise above this
Call your name every day, when I seem so helpless
I'm fallin' down, but I'll rise above this, rise above this doubt
(i'll mend myself
before it gets me)
I'll mend myself before it gets me
(i'll
mend myself before it gets me)
I'm fallin' down, but I'll rise above
this, rise above this
Forty eight ways to say that I'm feelin'
helpless
I'm Fallin' down, but I'll rise above this, but I'll
rise above this,
rise above this, rise above this doubt.
EPOV
The family was settled around the radio, in different parts of the main room of the hotel room, listening to Bella and her coven play acoustically. It was beautiful torture and I relished every heart breaking moment of it. It did give me a certain feeling of twisted hope. She was saying that she was calling out for me. That would be all I could ever ask for. There was so much I wanted, no needed to tell her.
I looked over at Alice and her face was contemplative. She wasn't thinking anything out of the ordinary, yet I was still worried about what was going on in Alice's quirky little head. She was having a vision, and I attempted to tap into it. I saw a flash of myself sitting in front of a keyboard, singing, there was no sound, and the edges of it were fuzzy and wavy. I didn't know what to make of it, and apparently neither did Alice. From his office on the next floor, we all heard his lap top make a door bell ding dong type noise indicating that he had a new E-Mail. Normally Carlisle would not have reacted so, but as soon as the noise was heard he was out of his seat and out of the room, darting very quickly to his study. Interesting.
There was a momentary pause and then a sharp intake of breath. All of us were on our feet in seconds, but I got up there to that room far faster. Tanya was not here right now, she was out shopping, and I was glad to be rid of her.
"What is it Carlisle? What happened?"
"Something very interesting is going on. I got into touch with a few of my fellow colleagues. I think…" He trailed off and reached into the front pocket of his slacks to pull out his cell phone. He didn't press a programmed number into his phone, but pulled a number out of his head. We all heard it ring a few times and then a cautious and breathy greeting was heard.
"Hello. It's Carlisle, please, just listen. I think it is very pertinent that you meet us at our hotel. I am very much aware, and I completely understand your not wanting to come. However, I think it is in your best interest. I have found out some information that may be pertinent to you. I do also have a few questions for you. It can be just you and I if that makes you feel more comfortable. Shall we say nine this evening, as the sun is setting?" I heard just one simple word, quietly and slightly harassed. The word was yes. "Thank you. I will see you later this evening Bella. Until then." Carlisle closed his phone and was about to leave the room. I could not believe this! He knows her number! He has information he is keeping not only from me but her as well? What is his prerogative?
"Uh, Carlisle, care to explain?"
"I have come across some information that I would like to share with Bella. I think it's time we find out who changed her."
BPOV
To say that I was annoyed and confused would be quite the understatement. However, if there was one Cullen outside of Esme that I would listen to would be Carlisle. He was very knowledgeable, and while I really did not want him meddling in my business, it was kind of him to look into this tear business for me. Since the sun was still settling over the hills, the top to my Audi was up.
Some of my favorite music came out around the time of my death and right after. Since that was such a long time ago, no radio ever played it anymore. I had CD's up the wazoo, but the latest technology outside of iPods, which were still big surprisingly, were these little chips you stuck into your ear and made the music sound like a concert in your brain. I had my iPod hooked up into my car and was listening to The Plain White T's. Man, they had some songs I wish had written. It was a mix of my favorites. As I drove downtown one of my favorites came on.
Love, love, love,
love, love, love. You were everything I wanted.
Woo!
You
were everything a girl could be.
Then you left me brokenhearted,
Now you don't mean a thing to me.
All I wanted was your
Love,
love, love, love, love, love.
If that didn't sound
like pathetic me, I don't know what does, but I'm trying to get
better at it. I am trying to get over Edward Cullen. Fat chance of it
ever happening, but one can hope. Hate is a strong
word, I really
don't like you... Thought that everything was perfect, Hate is a strong
word, Now that it's over, (Ooh,
ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh...)[x2] All i wanted was your Hate is a strong word, (Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh...) (I really don't
like you...)
but I really, really, really don't like you.
Now that
it's over
I don't even know what I liked about you.
Brought you
around,
and you just brought me down.
Hate is a strong
word,
but I really, really, really don't like you.
Isn't
that how it's supposed to be?
Thought you thought that I was worth
it,
Now I think a little differently.
All I wanted was
your
Love, love, love, love, love, love.
but i really, really, really don't like you. (I really don't
like you)
Now that it's over
I don't even know what I liked
about you. (liked about you)
Brought you around,
and you just
brought me down.
Hate is a strong word,
but I really, really,
really dont like you
you can't hurt
me.
Now that it's over,
you can't bring me down.
Love,
love, love, love, love, love.
but i
really, really, really don't like you. (I really don't like you)
Now
that it's over
I don't even know what I liked about you. (Liked
about you)
Brought you around,
and you just brought me
down.
Hate is a strong word,
but I really, really, really don't
like you
I pulled up to the valet of The Beverly Wilshire as the songs last strains played. I opened my door for the awestruck valet boy, and paused to grab my bag and unplug my iPod from the console. I plugged the ear buds in and climbed out of the car, making sure my fedora and large sunglasses were firmly in place. I smile at the kid and it seems he can still recognize me.
"Oh my god. Hello Miss Sparrow. I really like your music." I smile at him. Human fans were my favorite. They were so…alive. Hah. "Would you mind if I got your autograph for my girlfriend? She'd lose her freaking mind if I got her your autograph for our anniversary." I laughed out loud, and his eyes glazed over from the sound.
"Sure. Do you have a piece of paper? I've got a pen." He nodded and quickly grabbed his notebook he had been doing his homework on. I retrieved one of the pens from my purse. "What's her name?"
"Savannah." I smiled and scribbled something like 'To Savannah, keep rocking out! Love Always, Bella Sparrow." I handed the notebook back to him and he thanked me profusely. I waved as I entered into the hotel lobby and walked to the desk. I pulled an ear bud out of my ear to talk to the girl at the desk, I didn't need to to hear her, but it was a common courtesy.
"Hi. I'm here to meet with some…friends. The last name is Cullen, can you tell me what room they're in?" I asked, and pulled off my glasses to show my face. The girl at the desk did a double take as she typed away at the computer.
"Er, Miss Sparrow, the Cullen's are preferred guests. I have to call them to make sure that they are indeed expecting you." I nodded my understanding and leaned against the counter as she called up to their room. "Hello Mr. Cullen, this is Ariana down in reception, and I have a Miss Izzy Sparrow saying that she has an appointment with you, is that correct?" I heard Carlisle reply in the affirmative and I started to flick through my iPod once more. "Mr. Cullen is indeed expecting you Miss Sparrow. He also said to add you to the list of people allowed into their suite at al times. The Cullen's are in The Penthouse Suite. It's the fifteenth floor. Have a good evening Miss Sparrow. I settled my bag over my shoulder and made my way to the elevator. In the elevator, I toggled into my songs and pulled out another classic. I had always felt a deep connection to this song, and I never knew why. But as the elevator made its smooth way up to the fifteenth floor, I finally realized why. It was like this song was written from Edward's perspective when he had first met all those years ago.
Let's go down
now Silence in black and white I KNOW I sleep with one eye open so I can Silence in black and white I
KNOW KNOW KNOW I'm
outside of your window I'm outside of your window
with my radio
into the darkness
of your thoughts
hurry up now
we're
waiting for
us to fall
I fall to pieces now (I fall to pieces
now)
a broken mirror (I fall to pieces)
in your life
falling forward as she walks
toward the light
I'm outside of your window with my
radio
see you
breathing (I sleep with one eye open)
I follow your chest
home
Until I, (so I can see you breathing)
I can see you, I can
hear you breathe in exhale
I'm outside of your window with my radio
I KNOW
I'm
outside of your window with my radio
with my radio (so I can see you breathing)
I'm outside of your window
with my radio (so I can see you
breathing)
I'm outside of your window (one eye open)
with my
radio (so I can see you breathing)
you are the only station
you play the song I
know
you are the song I know
The doors opened and it was just a little foyer type area, it seemed that the entire floor was the Cullen's suite. Apparently my music was the best sort of announcement to my being there, because the door was pulled open by a wide eyed Edward Cullen. I tried my best to make my face impassive and neutral, and moved into the suite.
"What song is that Bella?" He asked, it was practically the longest sentence he had asked in my direction since the Cullen's have stumbled upon me. I was decided if I wanted to answer him or be a bitch, but as I was trying to not upset Carlisle or Esme, I gave in.
"Niki FM. It's by a band called Hawthorne Heights. It came out a few years before I moved to Forks." Good job Bella, I thought. You mentioned our mutual past without breaking down or anything that you'd regret later. "Is Carlisle here? I'm here to have a talk with him."
"I'm right here Bella. I just was not waiting by the door for the past two hours; you will have to forgive me." He smiled at me as he pulled me into a hug and I could see that over the top of my head he smirked at Edward, whom I heard growl.
"Bella dear! Lovely to see you again! I heard your radio show today, that Kasten Klaibor he's a…" Esme started, but stopped, at a loss for words and not wanting to say negative about anyone.
"Douche bag?" I supplied for her. She smiled, but I could sense she had not expected me to finish her sentence, at least in that manner.
"Something like that. I'd like to be the proper hostess and offer you a drink, however, I don't think that is necessary." She smiled at me again.
"Consider it offered Esme, thank you." I followed Carlisle and Esme into the main sitting room, with Edward trailing behind. It was a long hallway the ceilings curved and very elegant with astounding detail. The pillars followed us as we walked into the open area. Jasper and Emmett were watching some sports game—Lakers versus the Knicks if I knew my sports, which I didn't. Rosalie was on a laptop playing some sort of game, and Alice was sketching in a notepad. Tanya was on the balcony, the breeze blowing through her hair as she shot poison out of her eyes in my general direction.
"Bella there is a study off down this hallway, follow me."Carlisle said and I waved vaguely to everyone in greeting and followed. Upon my entering, Carlisle closed the door for privacy, but we both knew that it was a lost cause. Every occupant of this suite would hear everything I said, and that didn't make me feel very great. I had spent the entire time after Carlisle had called me reliving my past, and getting myself comfortable with it. Carlisle could sense my unease, however Jasper could not, since I had my shield up, and that did make me feel a little better.
"I'm sorry Bella, I do not wish to invoke any painful memories upon you--" I cut him off.
"It's alright Carlisle. I spent some time today thinking over it, and I've come to terms with it, it was a very long time ago."
"I have to ask Bella, who changed you? When did it happen?"
"About two months after you all high tailed it out of Forks." He winced at my choice of words, but I continued. "I was a horror to be around. Charlie worked around the clock so he didn't have to be around me. I was practically cationic, except for when I was sleeping. Charlie was actually called in to check on his own home because I was screaming so much in my sleep. I was a walking zombie in school. I was barely alive." I trailed off as I took an unnecessary breath, but it felt good to do something. Carlisle was staring at me; his fingers interlaced and his head was supported by his thumbs. His eyebrows were furrowed. I could hear Edward's pacing in the next room.
"One night, one of the few Charlie was there, I was in my room, just lying in my bed. I was just staring at the ceiling, I really wasn't sleeping, and I think I actually smiled that night, because not sleeping reminded me of what I would never be. What I wanted to be so bad, but I wasn't loved enough to be given such a gift. Anyways, it was after 2 a.m., which was the last time I remember looking at my clock, when I heard my window slide open. It seems silly now, but for jus the quickest second, I thought he had come back for me. Before I knew what was going on, there were two cold hands clawing into my throat, and my back was pinned to my wall and I was face to face with Victoria." I heard a few gasps and a hiss or two from the other room, but chose to ignore them. She gagged me so I couldn't scream, and wouldn't you know it Carlisle? I was happy at that moment. I knew she was going to kill me, and make it all go away. I wouldn't be feeling so crushed. I wouldn't be torturing Charlie anymore. I wouldn't be a problem for anyone anymore. I KNOW I smiled then, even with the gag in my mouth. She saw it. She knew I was hoping to die. She put it together that you all had left me. I guess she thought it would be a worse torture for me to live eternally without the person I loved, just like she had to. Did you know Victoria had a gift too? She could see people's worst nightmares. Anything that terrified you, made you scream, it was blasted into her mind like a movie screen. She saw the woods. She saw our meadow. Where Edward used to take me."
"Bella, why would meadows and trees terrify you?" Carlisle asked me confused.
"It was where I died the first time Carlisle, a few months previously. She used her nails and cut me many times to get the amount of blood necessary. She ripped through my bed, moved all my furniture around and scattered all my books and other things. Threw me over her shoulder and took me to the woods where Edward left me, and she bit me. She laughed at me and let me writhe. She just walked away. This death though, was less painful than the one I went through in September. This was just the death of my body. My heart and soul were killed earlier. Three days later I woke up, and knew what I had become. I had wished for death, but ended up with bitterly cruel immortality. I ran away, and hid in the Canadian wilderness for three years. That's when Mirelle and Bryant found me. They say I was practically a savage, I had forgotten how to speak. They saved me." I got up from the chair I had been sitting in for so long and went to the window and I wrapped my arms around myself.
"I'll give you a minute to collect yourself Bella. When you're ready, meet me out in the other room, so I can tell you and everyone else what I have learned." I nodded and Carlisle left the room, leaving me to my thoughts.
APOV
Oh, poor Bella, to be alone when you die, I knew what that felt like. I think I'm the only one here who really actually knows what that feels like.
Her story made me so sad. I could make up the mental images when Bella was talking about how she was after we all deserted her. I never wanted to. I was so mad at Edward for making us leave, but even more so because he wouldn't even let me say goodbye! I didn't talk to him for six straight years, and even now, after all this time; it still wasn't the same with us. How could it be? He made us leave a little sister and daughter behind. Stupid, selfish, idiot brother of mine!
I watched Bella walk out of the study, fully aware that she knew we had all heard. She kept her head bowed, allowing her hair to tumble around her face, like she did when she was human, at least some things don't change, and for that I was glad. Maybe somehow, all of this will work out in the end, after all my scheming to get us here, it better. I want my sister and best friend back!
BPOV
I didn't want anyone to start talking about my change, so I looked right to Carlisle after walking into the room.
"Alright Carlisle, what's up?"
"I got in touch with a few friends of mine in Italy, more specifically, Aro. He seemed very impressed with you Bella when I spoke of your gift. He said he has heard of shields before, but none as strong of yours. He was very interested in meeting you someday. I asked him after Edward came to me for guidance. He said, that when you were having your…episodes, that your gift blocked everyone of our thoughts. For the first time since becoming a vampire, Edward was a mute. It brought up some concerns for me. Aro was astounded that your power was so great when I explained what had happened. It seems Bella that when you become over wrought or emotional your powers spiral, and you suck the powers of everyone around you, it could even be possible for you to absorb their powers and use them to your own advantage."
EPOV
Sometime after Bella had left, I went back to my bedroom to mull over what had transpired. Before I could do so, I saw a letter at the bedside table with my name on it, I picked it up and read.
Edward,
I'm leaving. I can't take this anymore. I love you, so much, and it hurts me that you will never feel the same way. I need time to be alone, please don't come looking for me.
Tanya
Oh thank God! This might just be the chance I need with Bella! I walked out of my room to tell my family the good news, never even stopping to think why. I would so regret that later on.
AN- So this isn't nearly as long a chapter as usual, but I have to go to work! On the upside, MY FIRST CLIFFHANGER!...of sorts. Hah. I'm expecting many comments on how much you hate me when I return home!!! I promise that I'll update soon!
