A/N: Okay, three characters (Bella, Olivia, Richie) are now on my profile. I'm working on the rest.
There's a high chance I'm abandoning Blasphemy. If I don't abandon it, it won't be updated very frequently…meaning almost abandoned, only writing when I have an okay idea (which is not now).
Oh, and I've sent this in from my dad's laptop and sometimes it's retarded, so sorry if I made any mistakes (I checked over it like, three times, so I don't think I made any)
Anyways, review please!
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Chapter 4
The Cullens were banging on the door, trying to get me to let them in. My family had gathered around me by now.
"Is this why we had to leave the mall?" Mark complained. I nodded, clenching my teeth together. The Cullens weren't going away any time soon -- that was for sure.
"Just go to your rooms, you guys," I said with a sigh. "I'll deal with them." They hesitated, but the look I was giving them must have made them obey. With another angry sigh, I wrenched the door open.
"What do you want?" I asked them acidly. They were all gawking at me. "What?" I asked, annoyed. Alice stepped forward hesitantly.
"We've been looking for you for a year now," she explained in a quiet voice, obviously afraid I would yell at her. "I saw you trip in that store, and a clothes rack went through you. We tried to get here, thinking we could change you. But you were gone. When we asked everyone in Forks, they claimed they had never heard of you."
I growled menacingly. Why did they care? What right did they have to come looking for me? "Well, I'm not dead, but thank you oh so much for your concern. Now if you would be so kind as to get off our property," I said venomously. All five of them stared at me, hurt in their eyes. Well, except Rosalie. She just glared at me -- probably mad that she had to come here at all.
They hadn't moved an inch. I was getting angry. That wasn't good for them. I seemed to use my powers more freely and harmfully when I was mad. "You won't leave, will you?" I whispered. They shook their heads. I refused to look at Edward, and kept talking to Alice. "Fine then," I said crossly, and summoned a fireball in my hand. They gasped, and I heard a chuckle. I glared at Edward -- what did he think was so funny? He merely smiled at me, amused. I threw the fireball at his face. Alice's eyes popped out of her head. I don't see why they were so surprised; what did they think I was going to do? Edward was rolling around on the ground, clutching his face. Unfortunately, any injuries he may have sustained would fade quickly. He had already bounced back up and was grinning again. Alice shook her head sadly.
"Bella, will you please at least tell us how you are alive?" she asked in pleading whisper.
"I don't see how that's any of your business," I replied in a quieter tone than hers. I turned and stormed back into the house, slamming the door.
"Richie?" I called, knowing the Cullens wouldn't go away. He was by my side in a flash.
"Yes?" he asked curiously. I smiled sweetly.
"Could you escort the Cullens off our land?" He nodded, suddenly becoming ten Richies. He -- well, they -- opened the door to some very startled vampires. The original Richie grinned.
"Time to go!" he said cheerfully, and each of the Cullens were ran off by two Richies, looking frightened at his army. I smiled to myself briefly, then went up to my room.
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"BELLA, COME ON!" Saira yelled up at me.
"Why are you yelling, I can hear you just fine," I grumbled from my room. They laughed at that. "Fine, I'm coming."
I walked slowly downstairs, dragging my feet. Nick rolled his eyes at me.
"You said they lived in Forks. We live in Seattle. There's no reason to skip out on school. You need your education," he teased. I scowled at him. He didn't know the Cullens like I did -- once they found me, they wouldn't just forget about me.
"Let's go," I said with a sigh. We each slid into different cars, Ayla, Olivia, Mark, and I in my Jaguar, Nick and Saira in the Porsche, and Amber and Richie in the Lamborghini. We drove to one of Seattle's high schools, and I relaxed as we arrived. I had forgotten that it was a much bigger school than Forks' -- we had roughly a thousand students in each grade.
We went to the office to get our schedules, and I had every class with Ayla, three with Saira, four with Nick, and two with Mark. Richie, Amber, and Olivia found that they had no classes together -- but Richie quickly got that changed from the blonde receptionist, who was having trouble forming a sentence in front of him. We were just leaving the office when Mark stopped time -- except for us, of course. We looked at him questioningly. He just pointed to the door. Edward had stepped through, and was staring at us, frozen in time. I snarled. Mark quickly rewound and we left before he could enter. I loved his gift right now -- it could be so useful. I took a deep breath, calming myself. If I was lucky, I wouldn't have any classes with the Cullens.
I entered my Trig class with Ayla and Saira, and we immediately went to three desks at the back, ignoring the admiring stares from the guys and jealous glares from the girls. I wasn't excited about taking Trig again, but at least it would be easier than when I took it the first time.
I was deep in conversation with my sisters, a low buzz to human ears, making fun of Mr. Branding for what Ayla heard going through his head when he saw us, so I didn't notice when a tall boy walked in twenty minutes late and sat a seat behind me. Mr. Branding cleared his throat loudly, but I didn't bother acknowledging the late kid. That is, until I recognized the voice that replied.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Branding, it won't happen again." My head snapped up and I looked behind me. Jasper grinned at me. I smiled despite myself -- how could I be mad at him? Edward was the one who left me.
After Trig ended, my sisters and Jasper walked with me to our next class. We all had creative writing next. Seeing Jasper, just Jasper, no Edward, made me realize I couldn't be mad at any of them. Except Edward. I couldn't not be mad at Edward, no matter what he did to make up for leaving me.
The rest of my day was pretty uneventful, various Cullens popping up in my classes, except the last one I wanted to see, for which I was eternally grateful. I sat with my old and new family at lunch, hesitantly. I wasn't sure if Edward would join. Emmett seemed to read my thoughts.
"Don't worry, Bella, he's not sitting with us today," he explained, turning to glare at a table across the room. There he was, sitting alone, as far away as possible, staring angrily at the wall. He glanced over at Emmett for a minute, and seemed to have a private conversation with him. Edward nodded slowly, then went back to staring at the wall. Ayla growled.
"You're wrong," she said, looking at the table. The Cullens glanced at her like she was crazy. "I'm a telepath, too," she explained. "And you're wrong," she accused Emmett. I raised my eyebrow questioningly, but she didn't elaborate. Emmett shook his head, and now had a conversation with Ayla. I scowled and stared at the wall, frustrated at them.
I was taking Biology again this year, and I had it with Ayla, Mark, and Nick as our last class. The teacher assigned everyone lab seats, and I was the only one without a partner, unless they were late. I sat myself down, letting my hair fall over my shoulder. I didn't bother looking up when the chair next to me quietly moved and my partner sat down.
"Bella," a musical voice said quietly. I should have known he'd be in one of my classes, but the one class I had with him last year? That seemed too ironic. Whatever the reason, Biology was now hell. I turned to glare at him, and he was staring at me solemnly.
"What?" I hissed. We spoke in muted tones -- no human could understand.
He stared at me for a minute, then spoke carefully, "I -- What happened?" He seemed to change what he was saying partially through, which was totally unlike him.
I stared back in disbelief. Why would he care, anyway? "Like I said before, I don't see how it's your business."
He scowled at me. "My sister sees you get speared with a clothes rack, no one remembers you existed, and you're alive. I think I should know -- at least tell me so Carlisle and the others will know."
I rolled my eyes dramatically. "You left. My life is no longer your concern." I turned my back on him and tried to ignore him. He muttered something incoherent, but I made out the word 'obligation'.
"It was an obligation to leave?" I hissed, disbelieving. What was he talking about?
"I wasn't going to let you get hurt because of me or my family," he insisted. I laughed bitterly.
"Oh, well, thank you, I'm so glad I didn't get hurt," I said sarcastically. He opened his mouth to say something, but seemed to think better of it. The teacher called the class to order, and I thankfully turned away from Edward again. I focused all of my energies on not killing him, and waited for the bell to ring. It finally did, and I jumped out of my seat and ran too quickly to the door. Thankfully, no one was watching me as I disappeared from the room. He caught up to me, being faster than me. Stupid vampire speed. He grabbed my arm and refused to let me go forward.
"Bella, please, let's just talk," he pleaded. I shook my head angrily, and jerked my arm free. This time, he didn't follow.
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I was glad to be back home, able to just sit in my room and meditate. Thanks to Edward, my meditation hours were needed again. I gave up trying to control my anger and ran into the forest around our house. There I messed the elements up terribly -- I let a windstorm pick up and blow some trees over, burning them afterwards, I made it rain over just one three-foot long piece of ground, and I made the land rise and dip down in odd places.
I continued to blow off some steam afterwards by throwing pebbles through trees, seeing how many I could get it to go through. I made a new record of five thick trees. I finally calmed down enough and returned to the house. I stormed up to my room and turned my music on, grabbed my laptop from my desk, and lied down on my couch. Someone knocked on my door.
"Yes?" I asked wearily. Aaron and Marie entered the room, looking somber and guilty at the same time. I was instantly alert.
"What happened?" I asked sharply. They looked at each other, then Aaron pulled a newspaper article out of his pocket and handed it to me. I looked at it curiously, and dropped the paper, going numb. The headline seemed to scream up at me from the floor.
"Forks' Chief of Police is Finally Reunited with his Departed Daughter Last Night."
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A/N: Don't hurt me for the cliffie…. please…. I do care for your mental health… I really do :( I'd be mad too. But it would have been REALLY long if I didn't end it there. I'm sorry if some of you didn't want that to happen, but it had to be done. I promise to update soon!
-Ayode-
