BPOV
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I grit my teeth against the pain of the throbbing hole in my heart as the word 'Volturi' triggered a previous conversation. I kept my eyes focused on the hardwood floor of my bedroom, so that no one could see the pain and wonder in my eyes as my Angels voice came back to me.
"Well, I wasn't going to live without you." he'd said, his voice ringing in perfect clarity in my memory, like honey melting. I remembered how he had rolled his tawny eyes, as if it were obvious. My arms tightened around my torso, but I willed my mind to keep going. This was better than hearing his voice in the forest. "But I wasn't sure how to do it- I knew Emmett and Jasper would never help… so I was thinking maybe I would go to Italy and do something to provoke the Volturi." I winced as those names brought back painful images of the family I had struggled so hard to forget.
"The Volturi are a family. A very old, very powerful family of our kind. They are the closest thing our world has to a royal family, I suppose." He'd continued on, explaining in greater detail. "Anyway, you don't irritate the Volturi. Not unless you want to die- or what ever it is we do." I grimaced at the almost bored tone he had used. I remembered how horrified and furious I had been- that he had even thought of hurting himself because of me.I waited for his voice to continue, but it never did. The pain flared in my chest as his voice echoed in my head. I knew that this was all I was getting- that my Angel was done with me for the night. I realized that this would probably be the last thing I heard him say in a while, so I kept silent until the 'echoing' ceased, savoring every minute of is velvet voice.
"Bella?" Steve interrupted my reverie. "Are… are you okay?" he sounded scared, like I was insane and he was waiting for me to snap.
"I, uh, I think so. I mean, yeah, I'll be fine." I stammered, furrowing my brows and rubbing the back of my neck.
"Sweetie, do you know anything about the Volturi?" Benita asked, concern clouding her angelic face.
"Um, I know a little. I only ever heard of them once." I admitted, still gazing at the floor.
"So you know that the fact that you know about our existence is cause for them to kill you?" Steve asked.
"What? But… Why?" I demanded. I knew that my voice should have been shaky, a little more surprised, a little more afraid, but it wasn't. Although, my heart rate did speed up in my chest, which is probably why Benita hurried to reassure me.
"Steven! You shouldn't frighten her like that. Can't you see she's already worked herself up into a state? Bella, please, we are only trying to warn you about what you might say. You mustn't let any other vampire know what you know." she said, attempting to be soothing, while glaring at her husband.
"Well, it's not as if any other vampire would be around me anyways. But, I'm curious- why am I not allowed to know?" I asked. Steven and Benita shared a glance, and then Steven answered my question.
"It's a bit obvious, Bella. If one human found out about us, and news got around, we would all be slaughtered. On second thought- we would probably just have to go back into hiding. It's not as if you humans could ever catch us in the first place." he sort of smirked at the end of his statement. Then his expression turned serious. "Not only that, but it's against our vampire laws."
"There are laws?" I wondered out loud, astounded. No one ever told me about laws.
"There's only one- we must keep our existence a secret." Benita clarified.
"That's really what the Volturi are there for. You see, if someone is close to exposing us to humans, they step in, exterminate, and are back before supper." Steve added grimly. "That's why you can't let anyone know that you know. Not only would the Volturi destroy the vampires that leaked the information, they would kill the human that let it get around." I nodded.
"So… they want to kill me?" I assumed tonelessly. I should have been scared out of my mind, but after the initial shock wore off, I was used to being frightened and the threat of death hanging above me. I had actually become some what accustomed to it. Benita gasped delicately.
"Oh, goodness, no! Well, they would, if they even knew you existed. But they don't. Which is exactly what we are trying to tell you. If you simply keep your mouth shut, and don't attract too much attention to yourself around vampires, you should be fine."
"Like I said, no other vampires will ever be around me. So it's a moot point." I repeated.
"You may think that, darling, but look at us. Did you ever think that any other vampires would arrive in Forks besides the Cullens?" Benita asked. She waited, so I shook my head no, trying not to dwell on the fact that they had said the forbidden word in my presence three times in just a few short hours. "Exactly. And yet, here we are. So, even though it's an unlikely possibility, it isn't unthought-of. Just be warned."
I nodded my head and looked out the window behind Steven. The faint yellow circle behind the gray clouds was in the middle of the sky, signaling that it was about noon.
"Charlie is around the corner." Benita whispered. I tore my gaze from the window and looked at her, and then nodded. But I couldn't take my eyes off of her face. She felt my gaze and glanced up, and then smiled.
"Is something wrong, sweetheart?" she asked, obviously wondering why I was starring at her so intently. I blushed.
"No, I'm fine. It's just… you remind me of someone else." I admitted. I was referring to Esme, and how both of them were ridiculously caring and motherly and loving. She smiled politely at me and looked down at my bed sheets. I fixed my gaze back out the window, and saw that Charlie was getting out of the cruiser with two grocery bags.
"So, I heard that Charlie wants to have my sessions in an office." I stated.
"Yes. He also said he would be fine with the sessions in here." Steven added.
"Would it be possible if we could have it… right now?" I spoke quickly.
"Your session, you mean?" Benita asked. I nodded rapidly. Two pairs of golden eyes looked at me questioningly, but then Steve nodded again.
"Sure, Bella. I'll go talk to your father about it, and then we'll get started right away." And then he turned on his heel and walked out of my room. Benita followed silently, giving me a small smile before shutting my door behind her.
I sighed and settled onto my bed, scooting back and leaning completely against the wall. I myself didn't completely know why I was so eager for therapy. Wait, yes I did. I wanted desperately to forget about the boy with the bronze hair- to be normal again. I wanted to be able to watch Romeo and Juliet, to be able to smile freely and without force, to have my friends back. To be able to sit in Biology and not have to pretend that there was an invisible wall between myself and the seat on my left side. I wanted to make my mother and father happy, to not be thought of as a freak who needed therapy. I wanted to live the life that had been planned out for me, instead of the destroyed, mangled, broken one that I had been left with.
"Bella?" Charlie's voice came from my door way, interrupting my thoughts. I looked up at him expectantly. "You're sure you want to do this?" he asked.
"I'm positive." I assured him, and gave him a wry smile. He smiled back, nodded, and moved aside to let Steven and Benita into my room.
"I'll be down stairs if you need anything." Charlie added. "And… I love you, Bells." I could swear I heard a crack from tears in his voice. I nodded again.
"I love you to, Dad." my face softened, and I felt horribly guilty for telling him that I hated him earlier, after he had done so much for me. I wanted to say something, but then he stepped out of my room and was gone.
"Bella, therapy sessions are very private ordeals, so I'm going to go home now. I'll see you around, okay?" Benita was leaning in my doorway, talking to me as if I were a child; fragile and naïve.
"No! Stay, please?" I wanted desperately for there to be someone in the room who wouldn't judge me. That someone couldn't have been Steven- that's what he was paid to do. But Benita, she was just so… motherly, so understanding. I needed her with me.
I could almost feel him growling for trusting these people- these vampires- so completely, after only a few hours. But there was something familiar about them, something that made me instantly like them. Maybe it was the golden eyes, maybe it was their compassion, or maybe it was their eating habits; I didn't know. But it was definitely something.
"Steven?" Benita looked at him, asking permission with her honey-colored eyes. "If you'll allow it."
He looked unsure, but he eventually nodded his consent and Benita came to my side on the bed.
I turned to face the god-like vampire sitting in my computer chair and sighed.
Here goes everything.
"So, Isabella, usually I begin with one question." Steve spoke in a friendly tone, as if we were talking about an upcoming movie or a trip to the book store. "Why am I here today?" his golden eyes bore into mine. I answered honestly.
"Because… because I need help. I'm depressed. You're here to help me get better." I admitted, blushing. Benita crossed from behind my computer chair where her husband was sitting to sit beside me on my bed. Her body made virtually no indentation in the mattress. She scooted up, almost shoulder to shoulder with me, and grabbed my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. I smiled at her politely. She was close enough that I could smell the indescribable scent emanating from her skin. It was familiar, and calmed me.
"Okay, good. Very good. Most of my patients waste a lot of time and sessions because they're in denial. The fact that you've accepted your mental state is great; very mature of you, Bella. You've saved a great deal of time. I'm impressed." he complimented.
"Thank you." I muttered.
"So Bella, why do you think you're depressed?" I took a deep breath and focused my eyes on mine and Benita's intertwined hands. This was going to be the worst part.
"The Denali's have told you about the… Cullens, yes?" I asked him, biting my tongue through the pain that seared through me. He nodded.
"They have the largest coven in history- besides the Volturi, of course." he mused.
"Yes. There are seven of them. One of the males and I, well, we had sort of a… relationship." I said, fidgeting with my sleeves and furrowing my brows.
"What kind of relationship?" he asked, not looking up from his clipboard.
"We were… I was in love with him." I corrected myself in a whisper.
"Who, Bella?" Benita asked innocently. I looked at her in question, starring straight into her butterscotch, doe-like eyes. "Who did you have the relationship with?" she clarified.
"Edward." I said even more quietly, ignoring the painful squeeze my heart gave.
"So you're depressed because Edward left you?" Steven asked. I nodded, and he wrote something down on his clipboard.
"How did you meet Edward?" Steve kept on, looking up from his clipboard to gaze at me.
"At school, in Biology. Well, really at lunch, but it all started in fifth period Bio." I spoke with as little emotion as I could, afraid my voice would fail me and I would end up in an asylum.
"Did he say anything to you?" I gave a small, quiet laugh.
"No. Actually, that was probably the worst day. He had wanted to slaughter me then."
"Why?" Benita gasped.
"Well, maybe it doesn't have the same effect on you, but my blood has a special appeal to… Edward." I forced myself to say the word, instead of saying him. Steven seemed to notice, and nodded in approval.
"I see. You're blood is very… aromatic. But yes, some are more appealing to others. Go on, please." Steven gestured with his hand to keep talking.
"Of course. Well, you see, he hadn't hunted in a while, and we were forced to sit right beside each other; not even three feet apart. My close proximity had almost made him insane with thirst, and he had very nearly killed me then." I said quietly. "He kept staring at me- no, not staring, he was glaring at me. Glaring with a hate that I can't even imagine. That's when I first became obse-" I quickly corrected myself, "Infatuated with him. I didn't understand what could make someone hate me so soon and so thoroughly- really, you should have seen the disgust in his eyes. With some Herculean effort, he made it through Bio and had managed not to kill me for the time being." I was whispering by this point, avoiding both sets of golden stares.
"Did you confront him about it?" Steven asked, resting his elbow on my computer desk and placing his chin in his hand.
"I would have never had the guts. And anyway, I didn't get the chance. He was gone the next day- for a lot of days, actually."
"How long?"
"Seven weeks, give or take." I said casually. Six weeks, three days, and 16 hours until you saw him again. A small part of my brain informed me.
"Were you angry with him?"
"No, not at all. Actually, I couldn't really think about anything but breathing the day that he first spoke to me." I admitted, heat rising to my cheeks. "And then… the next day, before school started, I was almost killed before his very eyes- right then and there." My heart beat unevenly as I retold the story of when Tyler Crowley had almost turned me into a dent in the side of my truck. I told them about how he had tried to convince me that I had simply 'hit my head too hard', about how I tried to convince him that if he just told me the truth I would keep my mouth shut. And even then, he wouldn't tell me what really happened. It made me angry now, just to think about it.
"That was when I became angry with him- I was lying for him, to everyone, and he wouldn't even trust me with the truth. Not only that, but he seemed like he had regretted even saving me. The rational part of my brain knew that he didn't, but… I don't even know how to explain it. He was always switching up his moods on me, one moment telling me that we shouldn't be friends, the next asking me if I wanted to go to Seattle- and he always spoke in ridiculously cryptic messages. He's very… moody. Borderline bi-polar. It was impossible not to think that he regretted that I had even moved to Forks in the first place." All of this came pouring from my mouth like a river of syllables and sounds, but I knew that they could both clearly understand what I was saying. One of the perks of vampirism. I had no idea why all of this came so easily- how I couldn't even say his name but I could launch into a full monologue about him. But… Steven had a way of looking at me and almost hypnotizing the words out of me. I didn't know if it was his talent, or if it was simply the fact that the golden eyes reminded me so much of his.
"Did you suspect that he was a vampire?" Benita asked.
"Surprisingly, no. The idea never even occurred to me until Jacob Black told me the Quileute legends- about "the cold ones"." I made air quotes with my free hand.
"They aren't supposed to speak of those legends to humans." Steve almost growled. I was taken aback. His angry tone broke through his over all calm façade, and surprised me.
"He doesn't really believe them- he's only fifteen." I quickly defended Jacob. Steven shook his head as if to clear it, and wrote something else down on his clipboard.
"Anyways, I'm sorry I got sidetracked, please, go on with your story."
"Well, after Jacob told me the story, the idea was sort of planted in my head. I researched online, and none of it matched all of the things that he could do. One would have speed, but not strength. One would have the fact of them not eating and strength, but not speed. Nothing fit." I felt slightly ridiculous, looking back, that I had actually researched vampires on Google. Really, though, what had I expected? A vampire is strong, fast, doesn't eat, eyes change color, is really moody, insanely beautiful, and has bronze hair. There you go! Have fun with that!
"So did you let him know about what you had assumed?" Steven asked, jotting more down.
"No. I didn't really believe the stories myself. Well, until the night in Port Angeles when I got lost down town. A few men had tried to kidnap me- and probably rape me. He saved me from them, reading their minds to find me and get me out of there. That was when I positively knew that he wasn't human."
"He read's minds, eh?" Steven said thoughtfully.
"Yes. He could read every single mind- every single thought- in a room. Except mine."
"Interesting." Steven didn't press the matter, obviously wanting to get on with the session.
"So after that whole fiasco, he took me to dinner." I said simply. I was very proud of myself for how blasé I was being- so calm and collected… for the most part.
"And after dinner?" Benita asked.
"After dinner he took me home. But during the car ride, when I asked him, he admitted what he was. The next day was all about me asking questions- how he became a vampire, why he only hunted animal blood, all about his family and history. Everything. After that it was his day to ask the questions- he knew everything about me by the end of forty eight hours. There were no secrets between us, nothing to hide. Nothing. Zip. Zilch. Nada." I realized I was babbling and pressed my lips together to keep from talking.
"I see. And before, Bella, you said that you were in love with him. He didn't feel the same way?" he flipped to a new sheet of legal paper on his clip board and began writing again.
"I like to believe that he did, at one point. But after my birthday party-" And then I launched into the dreadful tale of my eighteenth birthday party. I told him all about the paper cut, Carlisle's conversation with me, about … Edwards… desolation; the emptiness in his eyes and kisses. And then I couldn't go on, because we had reached the part about how he had lead me into the forest for a walk.
"What did he tell you in the forest?" Benita whispered. I had almost forgotten that she was there. I took a shaky breath and finished.
" He told me 'goodbye.'" I couldn't stop the tears that spilled over and onto my cheeks then, and I had to pry my hand from Benita's so I could wind my arms tightly around my torso. I couldn't look Steven in the eye as I retold the story of the day that a piece of my heart had been taken from me. "He told me that he had to leave, both him and his family, and start over. And when I offered to go with him, he told me flat out that he simply didn't want me. That I wasn't good for him." Good enough for him. "That he was tired of pretending to be something he wasn't, tired of pretending to be human, when he obviously couldn't be. The incident at his house had showed him all of that- and so he told me goodbye." I choked on the last word and a sob broke out of my chest. I buried my face in my hands, letting the tears run through my fingers and drip onto my jeans. I could vaguely feel Benita's cold, hard hand rubbing soothing circles on my back, and Steven's comforting words over the rushing sound in my ears. But nothing could conquer the feeling of a fist being shoved through my chest and ripping out pieces of my heart.
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Steven snapped his briefcase shut and gave me a long look.
"You should get to bed, Bella. You have school tomorrow." he murmured, smiling politely. I was too exhausted to do anything but smile back and crawl under my heavy comforters.
"I'll see you next Sunday, Bella. Have a nice night." And then he walked out of my room. Benita had left earlier, to take the kids hunting, just for good measures, considering they were going to be surrounded by humans for the first time in a while tomorrow. Steven had stayed to explain to Charlie what was exactly going on with my mental state. As Steven spoke to my father about it, their voices drifted up the stairs and through my open bedroom door.
"Chief…" Steven sighed. I could picture him shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. "She's depressed."
"Obviously. I could have told you that, Doc." Charlie said. He was probably rolling his eyes.
"No, you don't understand. She's chronically depressed. There are pieces of her, emotionally, that are gone. She doesn't even like saying the word Cullen. She can't go near their previous home with out completely breaking down. There are things she cant think. All I'm saying is, she's going to need more than a few sessions. She's probably going to need medication, at least for a while." Steven sighed again. "The only thing I'm sorry for, Chief, is that this happened to her, when she didn't deserve it."
"I say that to myself every day, Doc. Every single day." he sounded like he was choking. There was a pause. "Thank you. You'll be back, right? Next Sunday?" Charlie sounded very… desperate.
"As long as she needs me." The front door opened and closed.
I've heard that one before.
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When I woke up the next morning, I was actually looking forward to going school. As I dressed, I thought, with relief, about how great it would be for everyone to be staring at the McKenzie's, instead of at me. The McKenzie's, with their inhumane beauty, golden eyes, perfect clothes… they were way more interesting than Freaky Bella.
As soon as I reached my truck, thunder boomed in my ears. Just like in the movies, the clouds seemed to part and rain fell from the sky in big, fat drops that splattered against my face. Lovely. And then, of course, I dropped my keys under my truck and had to get on all fours to snatch them back, furthering the amount of rain water on me and bumping my head on side view mirror on the way back up. Looks like it's going to be one of those days.
Soaking and head throbbing, I climbed into the cab and started the engine. As I pulled out of the drive, I reached forward to turn the heater on. The vent in front of the passenger seat popped and crackled, and then neon sparks flew from the opening.
"Damn it!" I quickly switched it off, and glared out the windshield.
When I pulled into the school parking lot, I was shivering. I parked right in front of the building that held my English class, so I could be indoors and warm as soon as possible. As I was getting out of the truck, I was pulled up short by the glossy red Escalade that I had parked directly next to. I stood there for a moment, surprised at the foreign car, and then started off again.
"Good morning, Bella. How are you doing today?" A silky voice purred from behind me. I turned around sharply, a blank expression on my face.
I hadn't noticed him before, but there he stood, incredibly perfect, leaning against the hood of his car as if the pounding rain couldn't bother him if it tried. The wind whipped at his blonde hair, fanning it around his angelic face. He wore a black vest over a crisp white v neck, and black jeans; a very sleek look for him. Of course, the black offset his perfectly chalk white skin and golden hair, making him look like a modern day angel. His siblings were no where in sight, and it seemed as though he wouldn't have it any other way. He looked like a model for cars… or clothes… or hair… or perfection.
He rose his eyebrows expectantly, probably wondering why it took me so long to answer his fairly simple question.
"Oh, I, uh, I'm good. H-how about you?" I stammered as rain pelted the top of my hood and face. I pulled my hood up, to shield as best as I could.
"I'm doing fine, thank you. My father said to tell you to have a nice day." Vincent's voice was so smooth, so calm, it actually made me jealous. I nodded.
"Well, you can tell him that I said 'thank you'." I answered brilliantly. He smiled at me, giving me a full view of his blindingly white teeth.
"I will." he promised, eyes sparkling. Then he sort of stared at me with those jewel-like eyes, as if he could stare straight into my soul. And I was frozen, unable to move or turn or walk away from his gaze. The whole dazzling feeling was horribly familiar, and it made my heart throb in an odd way. He pushed away from the hood of his car and took a few steps toward me, never breaking his intent stare. When he was close enough that I could see the designers emblem on his vest, he spoke.
"I'm terribly sorry for staring. It's just… you're so different." Translation: you're a freak. "I will never understand how calm you seem to be, how you so readily accept what we are. It… it amazes me, Bella." He paused, but kept staring at me. "My father says that you were immune to that mind readers powers." he mused. There was almost disgust in his voice when he said 'that mind reader'. It surprised me- how much, exactly, had Charlie told them? The thought of the extent of his elaboration embarrassed me for some reason. "Does it surprise you, in fact, to know that you're immune to my powers as well? Just one more thing that astounds me." he asked as his eyes bore into mine. I just stood there, in awe, at the turn our conversation had taken. He seemed genuinely interested with all of this- like I was a new theory in science that he was pondering.
"I- I guess not. A lot of your kind's powers don't work on me." I managed in a shaky voice. He smiled at me, showing me his teeth again. "What is your power, anyways?"
His smile faltered. "I have the power of complete mind control." his answered flatly, as if this angered him. Then his tone changed. "We should both get to class, Bella. The weather isn't exactly fit for an afternoon chat, wouldn't you say?"
"Yes. Of course." I nodded, but I still couldn't move, for his eyes had not left mine. Finally he broke his gaze and looked down at the side walk. We began a stroll towards my English building.
"So… what class do you have right now?" He sounded like one of those cool kids in corny teen movies trying to make conversation with the nerd so that the nerd would do his homework.
"English, building six. What about you?" my voice was, to my pleasure, calm and smooth.
"Trigonometry." he answered, not bothering to glance at the schedule that was suddenly in his hand.
"Oh. Cool." I said, feeling like a complete idiot.
"Would you mind if I walked you to your classroom? It's in the same building, after all." he offered, giving me a small smile. I had no idea why he was even attempting to be nice to me, when I was so… me. Un-spectacular, completely opposite of him. But what ever force made him want to walk me to class, I didn't argue with it.
"No, not at all. You just go on right ahead." I swallowed. All of the sudden, the roar of the pouring rain ceased. I stopped walking and glanced around, startled by the silence that now surrounded me. Without the rain, things were eerily quiet.
Just then the tardy bell rang, so we never got the chance to comment about the quick change in weather. We both picked up speed. I realize now, of course, that this was the worst thing that I could have done, given the previous downpour and my lack of coordination.
As we were about to reach the door, I got over excited and stepped square in the middle of a foot-deep hole in the sidewalk, soaking the leg of my jeans. I knew it was there, because I had to carefully walk around it each day. But, what with the reincarnation of perfection at my side, I completely forgot about it. To my embarrassment, I slipped trying to get my foot out of the stupid thing, and was about to land square on my back side. I barely had the time to gasp before pale hands caught me under my arms, the way you were supposed to catch a partner in those 'trust fall' exercises. Before I could blink I was upright again, with Vincent suddenly in front of me, his hands on my shoulders.
"Are you okay?" his voice was urgent, and he sounded sort of scared. My eyes were wide with shock, and I was breathing heavily. Oh, and of course, my face was the color of a tomato.
"Yes. I'm fine. I'm okay." I spoke quickly, to try and calm him down. He took a deep breath, and let it out as a sigh.
"Don't scare me like that. What happened? How did you fall?" he demanded, as if he had missed the whole thing. I stared at him quizzically, because vampires didn't miss anything. Ever.
"I stepped in that hole, and slipped." I pointed accusingly to it.
"Oh. Well if that's all." his hands dropped from my shoulders, but his voice was full of relief.
"How did you think it happened?" I questioned. I was still confused as to how he had missed the whole episode.
"I didn't know. I was lost in my own thoughts, trying to think of a way to explain why I was late on my first day without brainwashing my teacher, and then I look over and you're about to fall flat on your ass." he paused for a moment. "Excuse my language," he apologized, and offered me a faint smile. "I thought you had fainted, or had lost the use of your legs, or was having a heart attack, or something along those lines." he was rambling.
"No. I just slipped. I'm fine." I repeated. "It sort of happens to me… um… a lot. Falling down, I mean." He opened the doors to the building and stepped aside to let me in first. "But I'm okay."
"Good. Now, we should really get to class." I nodded and turned toward the first door on my right, the door of my classroom.
"Oh, Bella?" he asked, just as my hand rested on the knob of the door. I turned around to face him, avoiding his eyes and, in turn, avoiding complete immobilization.
"Yes?"
He took a step forward, and was suddenly very close to me. I had to tilt my face up so I could look into his eyes. His hand reached up, slowly, hesitantly, and gripped the edge of my hood with his forefinger and thumb. My breathing stopped. Then he gently pulled it off my head, and my wet hair tumbled out, cascading around my shoulders. My heart gave a squeeze when he spoke.
"You really shouldn't wear hoods indoors. It's against proper etiquette." he grinned, his voice teasing and light. I barely managed a nod.
And then he was gone.
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