Resurrecting Rivalries
xStarletx
A/N: Here we are Chapter 4, still only got one review… so you readers out there… can you pretty please Review, tell me what you think. There's some awesome stuff happening in her, you Bella/Edward people aren't going to like it, but those who want Raven/Edward, you're going to love it! Anyways, Review, I'll be updating again next Friday! Happy New Year Everyone!
Chapter 4
Raven at full capacity was defiantly a scary sight to behold. Edward had been right, the strength Bella had marveled at before was nothing compared to what she was now. Objects she had enchanted with jobs to do flew around the house, cleaning, putting away clothes, cooking, and even providing her with sparring practice. To see fire alight on her blade as she swiped the four swords attacking her was both amusing and scary at the same time. The Cullen's would sit and watch her from behind the safety of tables or couches Jann and Nick had over turned whenever Raven would spar, betting if she'd beat the phantom she was fighting or if she was just get tired, snap her fingers, and that would be the end.
Raven must have been angry that day for suddenly instead of the swords she was using she extended her hand and a gulf of fire spread across the living room charring the walls and floor melting the weapons attacking her. She stood alone in the midst of the living room Jann and Nick rushing around the room putting out the fires she had created. The Cullen family clapped, behind her Bella heard Edward doing the same.
"It is nice to see you back at full power." Carlisle whispered wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
"Yes, it is certainly much better to be able to fool around with my powers." Raven replied.
"I wish you wouldn't set fire to the house." Nick snarled. Raven rolled her eyes.
"Worry Wart." Raven teased.
"I think your form is a little off. When was the last time you fought a vampire?" Emmett asked. Raven's eyebrow raised up in a quizzical manner.
"What are you suggesting?"
"A little three on three." Emmett told her.
"Sounds like fun."
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Raven had Nick land the house on cliff face. Emmett, Jasper and Edward were awaiting Raven, Nick and Jann.
"Is this a good idea?" Bella asked the girls sitting on the porch.
"They do this all the time." Rosalie assured her. Bella sat back and watched the three file out from the house. Raven with her swords, Jann with a whip and Nick with a large staff.
"Now, let's see a fair fight hmm?" Carlisle ordered from the doorway.
"I don't promise anything." Emmett snarled. It was then that Nick attacked. He swung his staff hard and in a flash of white Emmett was throw back, ice plastered to his chest. Jasper ran at Jan who jumped at least ten feet in the air and landed painfully on Jasper's head. Edward and Raven danced around each other, neither making a first move. Edward had a strange smile plastered to his face, as did Raven, the first move was actually an accident. Nick threw Emmett into Edward and Raven was ready for him, she swiped at him with a sword, the flames had sprung up from the metal lashing out at Edward. Edward yelped and jumped back only to be struck by the frosted blast from Nicks staff.
"Shall I help warm you up?" Raven taunted, blasting him with another shot of fire, this time from her hand. Edward jumped, he looked as if he could land on top of Raven, but she was slightly quicker, she jumped away just as Edward landed where she had been standing. She landed easily a few feet away, and jumped as Edward did. She pinned him mid air and forced him back to the ground. He landed with a sickening crunch, Bella had all but cried out.
Jasper was bleeding profusely from the slashes across his chest. Every time he tried to rush at Jann she would whip him with her long leather catwoman whip, except this one had a flame at the end. Even Emmett seemed to have become a popsicle as Nick continued to blast him with ice. This looked to be so much more dangerous than they had previously alluded.
Edward had managed to pin Raven, he was on top of her now, holding her down as they had that night on the couch. Raven wasn't struggling, Edward seemed to be frozen in spot. They regarded eachother with wide eyes, Edward seemed to be debating something, his lowered his lips to her neck and nipped at the skin. Raven tried to push him away and Edward pushed her down again. Seconds later his lips crashed down onto Ravens. The fight stopped at this point, Nick and Jan exchanged glances and then there was a boom and suddenly Edward was gone, Raven's hand were outstretched as if she had just hand them splayed across Edward's chest. She was up in seconds, she jumped up on to the second story roof and climbed in through a window. It was then that cries where heard and Edward came falling out of the sky and landed face first into the dirt.
Everyone was shocked, no one knew what to say. Bella broke out into tears and ran into the house. Edward didn't follow her.
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He stood outside her door, he knew she was in there, he could hear her pacing. He knew he shouldn't be there, he didn't trust himself to be there, but he was.
"Let me in." He called to her, he said it in a soft whisper but he knew she heard him. The door opened, no doubt with some magical assistance and he entered the room. She was there sitting by her window looking out at the gray scenery.
"What do you want?" She asked me. Her voice sounded pained, and it hurt him to hear it.
"I wanted to apologize…" I started and then realized that that was possibly the worst thing I could say to her. Her back had stiffened, He wondered if she'd cry.
"It's no problem, no doubt the heat of the moment." She assured him. I sighed.
"I realized when you died, just how much I depended on you." He confided to her. "I never actually pictured a life without you and then when I was faced with it, well, I couldn't quite handle it."
"I see." She murmured. "I think you should leave."
"There is a part of me that still loves you." He told her.
"But you love her more." She summed up. He nodded, wondering if she could see that.
"I understand." She whispered. "You may leave now."
She sounded defeated, and tired, as if she had no will to go on. The thought scared him, he wondered if more than just a tiny part of him loved her. He moved closer to her, he rested a hand on her shoulder, she stiffed to the touch. She bolted away from him back away towards the bed.
"Don't touch me." She warned him. He didn't listen, he used his speed to pin her to his chest. At such a high level of power she should have been able to deflect him, but for some reason she didn't. He kissed her again, more thoroughly this time, relishing in the taste of her the power that coursed through him when he did. He pushed her back onto the bed, loving the feel of her body crushed beneath him. It reminded him of the old days when she had belonged to him, body mind and soul. He long to spark that relationship again, to be wrapped in the warm of her undying love, he didn't care about the consequences.
A few hours later he lay on the bed, the sheets thoroughly tousled, she was draped onto of him, and he held her in the position. She was resting, he had worn her out, like they used to, only this time he didn't have to feign sleep. He stared up at the canopy of her bed, watching the shadows play across the fabric. He wondered what he was doing, how torn he was. Who would he choose? He looked back at her peaceful face. She deserved so much more than this and he wanted to give it to her. How long had she been on the run from her feelings for him? She had denied herself of happiness for years, had even given it up her life so he could be with another woman, and he had given her nothing but grief. But what pained him the most was that he would have to choose between her and his other love and he couldn't bear to hurt either of them. She rolled away from him and he got up. He snuck out of her room, she wouldn't mind, she could handle it. Jann was awaiting him at the door.
"You have to leave." She told him. He swallowed. "You can't keep doing this to her. She's tried so hard to forget about you, it would be nice if you let her get over you."
"I'm sorry." He mumbled.
"No you're not. You take and you take. Did you ever stop to think that she has nothing left to give? There are two types of death Edward, and you're leading her towards the most painful, the slowest one. You don't pick up the pieces, we do. And neither of us want to hear her sob again." Jann continued. He slowly took all of this in.
"You have to let her go Edward." Jann told him, and he agreed. It was high time he stopped living in the past, no matter how sweet it was.
