BPOV

So i have'nt uploaded in a LONG time. Partly because of SCHOOL. Thanks intellect, you do wonders for my online alter ego.

Monique had fainted in art. I felt guilty, of course, but I was angered at the deliberate cry for attention this obviously screamed. I shook my head, angered. Charlie stood next to me watching me pace throughout the room. "Well, Bells, this wouldn't have happened if you just woke her up… you didn't have to be that cruel, honey…" He offered quietly. "What do you know about it? It was her own fault if she was too lazy to set an alarm and too idiotic not to take an umbrella idiotic not to take an umbrella! How can you blame me for her stupidity? How dare you!" I screeched. Charlie raised his hands in defence and kept quiet. How did he muster the nerve to blame me for Monique getting ill? I hadn't gone to see her in the hospital, it was just a bad flu or something along those lines. When she had walked into that art room, I have to admit, I did feel a pang of guilt. She had been soaking wet from head to toe, gripping her canvas and shivering slightly.

All was fine at first, but about half an hour into the lesson I noticed her beginning to sneeze, and shake a little. And it was in no time at all she just… zonked out. Edward had caught her, and I was slight disappointed when I didn't hear the thump of her body colliding with the floor. Still pacing, I saw Charlie mumble something under his breath out of the corner of my eye.

"Say it to my face, dad. I gave her strict instructions and rules and she broke them with flying colours! Then she decides to disappear! She decided to walk to school and get freaking pneumonia or something…serves her right…" I slammed my fist on the table and ignored the pain that vibrated up my arm.

I knew I appeared mean to my cousin, but good intentions were there. There were strict reasons I had ordered her to stay away from Edward Cullen. If I didn't kill her before she got home, chances were that stupid vampire would. Sometimes I wondered if she pulled these stunts- showing off, getting sick, prancing around with Cullen…- merely to make me appear the fool. And it was working! I wished she had never come here. I wished that her grandparents were still alive so she could have stayed clear out of my life. And don't even get me started on what she really was. Every since I had fallen in music and cut myself, I was sure of it. When she and Cullen had leapt from the room I was almost positive she was one of them. Well, some sick hybrid anyway. Every time I saw her face I couldn't help thinking about the reason she moved here. Animal attack. Bullshit.

"Bella, please… Settle down…Monique is your age, months older actually. She deserves free will and freedom…And why aren't you at the hospital? I would head over there myself but I don't think I can drive…" Charlie stated. He had been ill as well today, and taken the day off work.

"What does she need next? What else are you going to give her? I clearly see where we stand Charlie… and I refuse to go and see the hypochondriac in hospital where I bet the Cullen's are swarming all over her… " I bellowed, spitting each word. "Bells, I'm just saying that she's new and adjusting and I think she deserves time to roam the town a bit...But for Christ's sake, Bella! Where she came from the climate was much different! And it takes getting used to! Making her walk all the way to school in a tempest is just cruel. And now she's in the hospital!"

"Oh please! All she has to do to roam this stupid town is walk outside the front door and turn around in a 360 degree circle! And it's just standard school procedure that she's in the hospital, she will be out by tonight."

"Stop being melodramatic. If you hate it here so much why don't you leave? Monique can use your room for her music and art." Charlie hissed. That dug deep. Charlie always had a soft spot for his niece but I never suspected she might have been truly, favoured over me, despite using it as a guilt trip all these years.

"Your saying you want me to move out?" I spat. Charlie sighed and closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Of course not, Bella. You're my daughter; I want you to be with me until I'm old and crispy and forget who you are. But please, cut your cousin some slack. We're the only family she has." I shut my mouth and thought of Monique's present situation instead of my own.

Her Mother died, she didn't know her father, her grandparents died, she's a… different and everyone at school is fussing over her. I pursed my lips and sat down at the table.

"I know dad. I'm just worried about her is all. She doesn't know her way around…Now she got sick, which I partly blame you for…" I admitted with a mock serious glare. Charlie nodded, holding his hands up in defence; he was about to speak when I heard the front door open.

"I'm sorry! Please don't be mad!" Monique ran into kitchen, coughing in the meantime. She doubled over and waited for a few seconds, recovering her bearings. Her face was white, and she stood up, slightly dazed.

"Mad at what?" Charlie asked. Monique looked at me apologetically and I shot her a fiery glare. She retreated a little then composed herself with a small sneeze.

"That I was gone for such a long time… They wanted to do a few tests… and it was my fault for getting sick in the first place…I was so silly to walk in the rain…" Monique admitted sheepishly. She tilted her head to the side. I glanced at the clock on the wall. School let out 2 hours ago, and she had been in the hospital since 11 in the morning.

"Don't worry about it. Bella disappears all the time. Usually ends up in the hospital as well." Charlie shook his head and I scowled at him. Monique started to smile but it was interrupted by a sneeze.

"Monique?" I whispered. Monique didn't answer. She stared off into space. Cleared my throat and repeated her name again. Still no answer.

"Hey! Over here! Yes, thank you! Can I speak to you in the lounge room please?" I asked. Monique finally looked at me with a dazed expression in her eyes. I walked into the lounge room and switched the TV on loud. Monique followed me and I turned to glare at her.

"What did you think you were doing? Where did you run off to? I know the hospital wouldn't have kept you for five hours." I hissed at her. I stared deep down into her emerald eyes hoping I could intimidate her. There was something different about her, an unknown persona that had been fused with her.

"I got really sick, Bella… The doctor said that my body couldn't tolerate the dramatic climate change and broke down at the first sign of infection…they had to do tests… and…" She trailed off and gulped, looking at my bandaged arm. I put it behind my back and went back to eyeing her scornfully. I was slightly afraid as she raised a hand to her throat, but she shook her head, clearing it and returned her gaze to me.

"But what were you doing with Cullen?" I spat the name. Monique's face filled with horror as I spoke. He mouth opened and her tone was angry.

"Why do you say such things about Edward? He has been nothing less than the perfect gentleman to me all since I got here… And he took me to the hospital, Bella, he stayed with me. Unlike somebody who didn't even have the heart to visit and make sure I was ok." Her eyes burned into me like wildfire.

"Edward is a sick, masochistic, arrogant jerk. You stay away from him! Do you understand me?" I was screaming now. My fury caught in my words making them all the more sharp. Monique's hands were trembling, her eyes turned glassy and pose was rigid.

"You lie!" She screamed back. I took as involuntary step back as the words echoed in my head.

"You tell me you love me like a sister, you say I'm talented and your proud of me. Then you go and say things about me that hurt. I heard you talking to Lauren Malloroy today! What makes you think these things? I try my best to impress you and be like you and it's never good enough. I have always yearned to be like you, and every time I do something I just hope you will smile at, I get it all thrown back in my face. So don't you dare tell me that Edward Cullen is bad for me, especially when you use the term arrogant in his description, Bella. You leave us alone!" I had no words to say to her when she finished. It was all true. The only reason I hated her was because she could do things I couldn't. But at the same time I couldn't bear to lose her at all. My only sister. And Edward Cullen was a perfect gentleman; the fact that he was a vampire was irrelevant in this situation… I slowly started to realise that the main reason I wanted her away from him, was the fact that if I didn't have him, I didn't want anybody else to either.

"Monique, I'm…I'm…"

"Don't you say sorry Bella! I'm sick of it. Just let me be. If you don't want me here, then I'll two days, just two, no more, that I have been here, you have made me feel like an intrusion. I felt like a stranger within my own family. If you want me out so bad, just say so." She told me, dropping her voice down low. I thought about that statement for a while.

"I don't want you here. I want you to go home." I admitted, never meeting her eyes once. And I wasn't lying. I didn't mean it in spite, just that she was disturbing the life I had so perfectly created Creating ripples in my lake. I loved her still, but in moderation... I didn't want her here to stay… "I was perfectly happy before you came here. I love you, Monique, but I do want you to leave."

Monique looked at me in shock. Her mouth hung open, and she blinked a few times.

"As you wish." She whispered. I closed my eyes for the briefest moment and felt an unnatural breeze against my face. I opened my eyes to see…nothing. A vacancy in the air that had just been filled. I glanced around nervously and switched the television off and walked into the kitchen.

"Bella? What was all that about?" Charlie asked warily, standing from the table and approaching me. My eyes stung. What had I done? I felt the hot tears spill onto my cheeks. She had actually gone…

"Bella? What is it? Talk to me!" Charlie shook me by the shoulder hard enough to make my teeth rattle. "Why were you yelling?" He asked me. I couldn't find my words. I had just told my cousin, whom I adored and hated all at once, who had no family or home, to leave and not come back.

"What have I done?" I whispered more to myself. I heard noises above me. Charlie looked at me in horror as I rushed up the stairs. I opened Monique's bedroom door, expecting to find her sitting at her keyboard. She wasn't there. The room was empty besides her bed, the keyboard and a large canvas.

I frantically searched through her draws, hoping to find a clue or sign that she was still here somewhere. Nothing. There was a note left on the keyboard, written in her perfectly curved handwriting.

Bella,

You got you wish didn't you

I'm sorry it had to end his way. Expect to see me at school for a while. I have to finish what Ive started. At least you ha . I don't blame you, know that. Thank you for everything.

Be safe.

Love,

Elean Monique

I could only guess what the crossed out sentences would have said. "You got your wish didn't you, you stupid cow." "At least your happy now." But what I dint understand was Elean. What did it mean? Was she signing with another person's name? But I didn't waste time on these inconsequential things. My cousin was gone. I didn't expect her to actually leave. Where would she have gone?

Charlie hurried into the room, stopping abruptly and doing a double take. His eyes bugged out and he glared at me, tears running down my face, note in hand.

"Where is she, Bella?" Charlie whispered. I shook my head and collapsed on her bed. Why did I say that? I didn't really mean it! Did I?

"What did you say to her, Bella?" Charlie yelled at me now. He sat by me and squeezed my shoulders. It hurt a lot.

"I didn't want her here anymore." I managed to choke out between sobs. Charlie sighed and stormed out of the room. The next thing I heard was Charlie yelling into the phone.

"No i don't have the slightest idea where she might've gone! Um, tall, slender, long, dark brown hair, Green eyes, very pale, crimson lips, long slanted eyebrows… I don't know! She had none! It's her first day here…I think there was an argument…Yes…thank you." Charlie was obviously talking to his colleagues at the station.

It was then that I realized… how did she get her stuff and get out so fast? A vision of a blue van speeding towards me filled my head, and Edward Cullen suddenly appearing by my side. I pushed the memory out of my head.

What I realized then, was that I didn't care. If she were at school tomorrow, I would beg her to come back. But I didn't want her back…I really didn't. What was wrong with me? My head was pounding, arguing what was ethical and what was what I truly wanted… It was right to apologize, but it was appealing to never see her again. Never have to feel inferior.

"Bella!" Charlie screamed. I ran down the stairs with the note in my hand. Before he could speak I placed it in his hands. He re-read it what must have been three or four times, then looked up at me gravely.

"I'm coming to school with you tomorrow. I'll find her, and bring her back."

"NO!" I screamed. Charlie raised his eyebrow and folded his arms.

"I'll talk to her. If she wants to come back, then I'll bring her home myself. If she is safe and has a place to stay and wants to stay away, then so be it." I spat out quickly I hoped for the latter. My guilt was slowly washing away, and I felt sick that it was… Why did I feel so good about this?

"I don't know Bella…" Charlie muttered. He looked at is feet and contemplated whether or not to let me have my way. "The last thing you want to do is make her unhappy, right?" I asked him. He looked up at me and nodded. "You already have that part covered, don't you?" he shot me a look and I cowered within myself.

Retreating to my bedroom, I wandered what I would say to her when we met tomorrow. 'Surprise! I didn't mean it you can come home now.' Or maybe, 'you can come back if you want to but I really hope you don't.' Or even, 'Hey! You cause me so much trouble, and I really can't stand you anymore, but I want you to come back home because if you don't I'll get grounded.' I liked the last one. But in all honesty, I didn't know what I would say. I didn't even know if I would actually see her tomorrow. She could hide from me.

I lay upon my bed thinking of the countless situations and consequences that tomorrow could bring. Perhaps she would come back…preferably not. She would probably have a big sob story to tell the world.

I let sleep take me as I thought about the countless possibilities that filled my mind. I knew it would be a restless sleep, but it was better than none at all, right?

MPOV

Bella had actually said the words. She sentenced me away from the only family I had left. I stood before her unbelievingly, waiting for her to retract her speech. But she didn't. "I don't want you here." That did it for me. I didn't argue, I didn't beg or sob, I wasn't angry, I merely accepted. "As you wish." And then I was gone. As fast as I could go. Before I knew it, I was up the a stairs, gathering my things and out again. I even managed to scribble a note in. There were so many things I yearned to say, but didn't dare say them. So many things I wanted to write, I wanted to beg, I wanted to instil guilt, but I didn't. I left it. Because I knew there was somebody waiting for me that actually wanted me. I heard Bella's footsteps thundering up the stairs, but I was out of the house before she had a chance to stop me. Charlie was yelling, Bella was sobbing, and I was free.

I had a case, just a small one, trailing behind me. I packed the necessities, clothing, art supplies, bathroom bag etc. Wandering into the forest directly opposite from Charlie's, I found a small clearing and sat down, beginning to ponder my current situation. I had left Edward at the hospital, claiming I had better return home and settle things down… He told me I should have drunk something first, and pulled a bag of crimson liquid from Carlisle's cooling cabinet. I refused politely, knowing I would have to do it sooner or later, but choosing later. My throat still burned, but just in the manner after one has a vicious coughing fit. It was bearable.

Bella had called me Monique, and I hadn't recognised it. I couldn't believe what I remembered. What never occurred to me before. Sure, I had Déjà vu every now and then, but to remember, finally, a past life… What did I remember though…

"Eleanor, are you ok? You have had that cough for days…" Edward offered me gently. He ran a finger across my cheek as my eyes watered and throat ached. "I'm perfectly fine, just a small cold…" I reassured him as I coughed once more. The worried look never left his eyes, but he nodded.

"You said it was just a cold…" Edward was hunched over my bedside, stroking the beads of sweat off of my forehead. My breathing was shallow, and I coughed severely, falling back onto my pillow, fading in and out of consciousness. Edward shook his head, leaning before me. "Maybe we should see a doctor? I'm going to call one as soon as you fall asleep… I think this is getting to serious, love…" He spoke quietly, afraid.

And then he began to cough.

"Dr Cullen… she's going to be alright… isn't she? It's just a cold?" Edward was frantic, coughing every couple of words. My eyes were closed, but I could hear every word, every nervous pace that each man took… "This isn't just a cold, Edward…I suggest you both move to the hospital… It's close to here so you won't have far to travel…And when I say both of you… I mean you as well, Edward…" Dr Cullen spoke softly, concern hitting his voice. "I feel fine." Edward shot back harshly. Dr Cullen sighed and gathered his things. "A car will come to take you to the hospital tomorrow morning. I would be ready as soon as possible; the both of you will certainly not prosper from delaying this." Dr Cullen's voice was soft, as were his footsteps as he left the room. Edward rushed to my side, stroking my fingers and kissing each one of them. "You're going to be ok…we are going to be ok…We will go the hospital tomorrow morning, and then everything will be fine… I promise…" Edward whispered, voice shaking. A tear slid down his cheek and he began to cough violently as he tightened his grip on my hand.

His fingers were cold.

Edward lay in the bed next to me, sleeping. His hand was dangling from the sign of the bed, when he had fallen asleep grasping mine. He had sweat along his forehead, as he tossed and turned from his restless slumber. I silently rose from my bed, supressing a fit of coughing, and wandered over to the window, staring into the cemetery. More graves were being erected each passing day, as the patients of the hospital dwindled to a mere few. Dr Cullen had called it a "Spanish Influenza"… Apparently it was a epidemic, and we were lucky to have stayed alive this long…

I knew it wasn't luck. Edward and I had so much more to achieve in life, and it couldn't end here. We had to go back home, there were so many things waiting for us there… We had to travel, grow up, grow old, and die together. We had planned it all already…The grey fields extended further than I could see, and the only life that i could make out were the two swans that Edward and I used to feed every morning. That was when we could go outside… our bodies couldn't take it anymore…

My eyes flittered open and I took in the scene around me. I lay on the ground, head resting on my arm besides my suitcase. I coughed violently, pulling my sleeves down as to prevent further illness from the cold. How had I been so stupid as to fall asleep in the middle of this? The damp forest floor had soaked my side, I felt the moisture. The problem was, I couldn't feel the cold. But just because I couldn't feel it, didn't mean I couldn't be affected by it.

I stood, heading where my instincts lead me deeper into the forest, dragging my case along behind me. Little did I know how long I would be walking.

It was nightfall, dusk had settled over the mountains like a thick blanket covering a child's face in a thunderstorm. I knew where to turn, each passing step my heart swelled a minute fragment, propelling me into the direction I knew I wanted to go. I though back to the dreams I had had… the memories I had revisited… Some of them seemed familiar, thoughts, feelings, snippets of images… but it was similar to watching a video of yourself as a toddler… you know it's you, you can see yourself and remember feeling and smells and different sensory imprints of that time… but you can't actually remember being there yourself. I remember being sick. That much was definite. I coughed as I brought up this memory and clutched my throat, fear being instilled into my veins. But I would be fine this time…look at me! I was walking around in the darkness, heart pumping (albeit relatively quickly), strength prevailing… I was fine… well that's what I kept telling myself.

How would I return to school tomorrow? Bella would be furious… or regretful.. or melancholic.. or a mixture of all three. And I would be embarrassed. But I couldn't leave, I had no other place to go either than with the Cullen's… and I wasn't about to jeopardise my future by dropping out of school over a family squabble. And what if the Cullen's wouldn't let me stay? I had no doubt that Edward and Carlisle would be more than willing to allow my stay, but the rest of their family, apart from Alice, had no clue what was going on. Unless they had been told.

I was close. I could feel it now. No doubt Alice would have seen me coming, and Edward would be pacing, resisting the urge to come and find me himself. But I also knew Carlisle knew me inside and out, and would hold him back, encouraging him to let me make my own journey for once.

I had made my own journey away from Edward.

And now I would make it back.

I approached the large house and stared in awe. My mouth gaped at its pure size. It was white and pure, symbolising that only the most majestic and regal family would abide there. It was unlike any other home in Forks… and it was Edwards. It reminded me of somewhere I use to live a long time ago.

I had made my way here… I didn't know how, but I had… and chance were I wouldn't be able to find my back again. So I began to walk up to the intricately carved, wooden doors, hoping my intrusion wasn't too unwelcome by the rest of the family.

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