A/N: Wow, oh, wow, long time no see...or read, whatever. Anyways, well, I know its been quite awhile, and I'm sure you're all impatient, but really writer's block is such a horrid thing. Well, so, to continue with my imaginary tirades, I have started another story, which will not be seen by this site til this story is completed. I am so far, really pleased with how its going. I'm only on Chapter 3, but am in love. It's a Jacob story, because I adore his character, and sadly, I'm slightly nervous because I'm using an original character, but Jacob deserves someone, and there is no good Twilight character that can be placed with him. Oh well, that's why I will write it, then post it, and that way it won't matter if I get discouraged or not with the response.

ALSO, I know, I know, but, visit my website (homepage) you'll find out about prospective new Twilight stories, there's not very many as of now. Let me know, there's a place to rate and comment them. Its still under construction whenever I find the time, but for the most part its up and going. Thanks again, especially if you made it through this long author's note.

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Disclaimer: All characters used in this story and major plot belongs to the talented author Stephenie Meyer.

Category: Books: Twilight

Genre: Romance/Drama

Rating: PG-13 (T)

Summary: Sometimes I wonder if the Fates aren't purposefully torturing me, and then I think long and hard on it, and come to the same conclusion every night...I was meant to be alone. E/B

Extra: Ok, so here's my new little segment of my stories, the extra special portion. Anyways, I was just rereading New Moon for the fifth time (I've already read Twilight eight times) and was wondering how many of you agree with me. I have noticed, since the beginning, that Bella seems to have dreams that relate very much to what is going to happen. Has anyone else noticed that? For example, her first dream, where she dreams of Edward as a vampire, and she's walking in the forest, and there's Jacob trying to stop her from continuing. Well, this is first dream in Twilight itself, yet in that dream, Jacob changes into a wolf, and in New Moon, we learn he is a werewolf. There are other dreams to, that make you wonder, could perhaps, Bella be psychic? What do you think?

My Immortal
by: Dark Huntress
Chapter 6: Things Overheard

"This is pointless!" I yelled, frustrated, Angela glared at me from across the same meadow, and I, well, I ignored her.

"Bella," she groaned, stepping from her spot over to my side. "Will you please just try? Really, you have potential, you just need the practice."

"Whatever, you're just saying that because you don't want your student to fail," I grumbled, turning away from her and stretching, I was so drained.

"Just try again," she said quietly before walking away again, shaking my head I got into a stance, watching her movements.

Unfortunately for me, all the Cullens were interested in the training sessions, so guess what, they all showed up. So, feeling eyes on me the entire time, plus completely hopeless and lost, I was not having a good session.

At that moment Angela blurred, moving quickly from side to side, gaining on me the entire time. Gasping, I jumped back, avoiding her at all costs, and paying close attention to the fists and feet that were headed in my direction. Jumping as a hand shout out towards my throat, I grabbed it, pushing her away slightly before running away, gaining a few feet before she took off after me.

It had been three weeks since I had first came to Taiwan, and with Angela just moving and not attacking, I was able to concentrate my gift well enough to have her block it. Now, we had stepped it up a notch, and she was teaching me hand to hand combat with my gift. She still didn't use her's, but that would be next. It was a risky thing we were doing, there had been a total of five sessions I had to call off because my power had started to get out of hand. And to make things worse, me and Edward hadn't said anything more than necessary to each other since my first session.

Shaking my head, I jumped above the branch she threw at me, growling at my own inability to concentrate on my surroundings. It was much harder to use my power when I fought, I had to concentrate on two things at once. One, I had to call up a storm to aid me, and the other, to not get my head smashed in by the petite little thing. She was a lot stronger than she looked, but, all vampires were.

Clenching my teeth, I felt the strain build in me, a danger alarm sounding off in my mind, and I abruptly stopped. The clouds loss their color, and they slowly moved away. Breathing deeply, I closed my eyes, only moving when I knew Angela was about to attack. I hadn't stopped her yet, it was manageable, if only I could have a few more moments.

"Stop," I whispered, not flinching as I felt the wind that had been rushing towards me stop, opening my eyes I found her fist only centimeters from my face.

She nodded her head, stepping away and back to Richard. Sitting, I crossed my legs and shut my eyes, concentrating on the pressure that was filling my chest to the maximum. It felt like I was suffocating, though I knew I couldn't. It hurt, but it was a pain I was growing accustomed too, not willingly though. I had always wanted a power before, when I was human, but now, I'd give anything to be a normal vampire.

Normal.

What a strange word, it didn't mean anything. Normal was just a myth to me anymore, it didn't make sense, it was a lie. There was no normal, only lies to cover up the world filled with monsters that made babe's cry at night. How wonderful.

"Bella?" Angela asked, she must have sensed that I was better, she usually stayed away from me until then, knowing that Richard would not hesitate to kill me if it need be.

"I'm getting there," I said, I frowned, breathing deeply as the feeling finally left, I clutched my chest, letting the expanding piece of body soothe me.

"That's enough for today," she said, and I agreed, there was no way I was going to be able to go on, I hated this gift, with a passion.

"Yeah," I said, and got up, walking back to the hotel. It was night out, so I didn't have to worry about putting on my coat that was way too big to hide me from the sun.

The streets were alive with people, and besides the language barrier, it reminded me of America in a way. I could only assume that in all countries, certain things were the same. Not that the buildings, nor the culture, or any of that reminded me of America, but it was the other stuff. Like the rich man that just drove up in his limousine, a lovely blonde on his arms, certain body parts that were not real. Or the shady man who stood on the street corner, leering at any woman as they passed. Or perhaps the even average ones, the young man in the suit, most likely a businessmen, who practically jogged down the street to a flower shop, grimacing as he looked at his watch. It was so familiar, and I was sure that all countries had this in common, it made me feel somehow connected to everyone. Everyone everywhere, were surrounded by the same type of people. The rapists, murders, drug dealers, the rich, the fake, the kind, the overworked, the homeless, the starving, and the unusual, it was the same. Strange how it made me feel somewhat better.

Shaking my head, I walked through the doors, waving a hello to the man at the counter, even though I couldn't understand a word he said, and I was sure he was only being nice to me because I rented a room, I liked him. Again, another connection, another way to feel at home when in a place that's foreign.

Sighing, I took the elevator to the top where Angela lived, the only one with a full floor to herself. Most likely because she lived here, but either way, it was way different from my own room. Which, was big in its own right, but nothing compared to this.

Deciding to take a shower as I waited for the other's to show up, I grabbed a towel and made my way to their washroom. Stripping, I procured my own shampoo from the storage closet, I spent so much time here, I had some things that were mine stashed away.

Humming, I shut my eyes, letting the momentary warmth seep through my skin, it felt so wonderful, especially when I didn't have to worry about getting pruned. I could truly stay all day in this, just to feel the heat, something I had never really noticed til I was turned.

Stepping out of the shower, I turned it off, and toweled myself dry before grimacing as I slid my dirty clothes back on. I'd definitely change as soon as I got back to my room. Taking out my brush, I went through my chocolate hair, wondering what it would be like to change the style. Again, something I couldn't do, because once I did, it was permanent. I would have to live with it for the rest of my life, best to just keep it simple.

Throwing the items back where the belonged, I was about to walk out the door when I heard the others enter the apartment. Biting my lip, I let my hand fall away, not wishing to leave just yet. I felt humiliated that, once again, I wasn't able to contain the power that I was given. I felt foolish, it was dumb, why could I ignore human blood easy enough but couldn't control this?

"What do you think, Angela?" Carlisle asked, my ears perked at this, hating that I was eavesdropping, but not feeling bad enough to not.

"I don't know Carlisle, I don't know what its like to control the gift on what she consumes," Angela answered, I scrunched up my nose, they were talking about me.

"Hang on," Richard said, and I instantly let my mind fall away, something I had learned through the past few weeks. Richard and his ability were hard to hide from, so to escape his notice, I had to completely fall into a state of nothingness. "Alright, its clear."

"Thanks, dear," Angela whispered, I mentally sighed, knowing that if I really did that I would be detected. It was alright to eavesdrop now, they were talking about me.

"I'm worried," Esme said, I couldn't believe this, she was even going to say something about me. "What if she can't control it? What if its different with her?"

"Yeah," Alice joined in, her bell like voice suddenly grinding on my nerves. "I can't see anything, I've tried. The only thing I've seen his pain and fear. It's a blur, but I never see what's happening. What if it means Bella's going to lose control?"

"We don't know that," Jasper consoled, I could make out the faint whisper of skin on skin, most likely Jasper and moved Alice to rest against him.

"Yeah, but it's a possibility," Rosalie stated, I couldn't detect any remorse in her voice at all. "I think we should leave her, its clearly not going to work."

"Rosalie!" the others chorused, and I knew she wouldn't dignify that with a response, she was unique like that, she just said what she thought and never felt sorry about it.

"Rose, you can't mean that," Emmett's tired voice said, I could only imagine the stress that was going through all of them at this moment.

"Well, what if I do?" Rosalie countered, a sniff clearly heard, I could just picture her with her nose in the air. "She's a liability, let her on her own, she was for awhile, and she did fine."

"But, she was lonely," Alice whispered, it was hard for me to make it out, and laced with sadness, I felt my heart clench instantly.

"Who cares?" Rosalie snapped, a soft thud following her outburst. "Who cares if she was lonely? Oh, poor, poor, Bella, whatever shall she do? Is it really so important that you will risk your family?"

"But, she is family," Alice continued, each time though, her response became weaker, I knew she was thinking of Jasper.

"No, she's not," Rosalie replied, a soft plop following it. "She's not, she hasn't stayed with us long enough to be family. So really, she's just something you all insist on keeping around. I say get rid of her, immediately."

"Rosalie," Emmett growled, a fierce snarl that chilled me. "Just because she's not officially one of us, you can't just discard her like that."

"Oh yes I can," Rosalie said. "I can, because I will not let her come and endanger my family. You saw what she did up in Denali, do you want that to happen to us?"

"Rose, please," Esme cried out, her voice too was weak. "We all know what happened, don't remind us, I don't want to remember."

"Exactly," Rosalie went on, not listening to her adopted mother's request. "She's a murderer, and yet none of you want to realize that. None of you are paying attention to that fact."

"So what are you saying?" Carlisle picked up, his voice hard. "You want us to just abandon her, and then, untrained, she could harm many innocents?"

"Well, I never thought of that," Rosalie said, her voice lowering in confidence.

"Exactly," Jasper said, his voice strong as well. "Think before you speak, Rose, it doesn't become you."

"Shut up," Rosalie snarled, her voice once again cold. "I do think, I'm thinking of my family, not of some worthless girl who's better off dead!"

A gasp rose from everyone out there, one even from my own throat, I was thankful that we had all done so at the same time. I wouldn't be noticed.

"Rosalie, you can't mean that!" Emmett growled, another sound of skin again skin sounded. "Do you listen to what you're saying?"

"Yes," Rosalie replied, her voice once more confident. "I do, do you?"

Silence followed, I felt the shock down to my bones, no one had a response to this. I could only imagine the looks they shot at each other, the uneasy and undecided looks they sent to their family. Honestly, I couldn't blame Rosalie, she was only following her nature, and to her, I was an outsider. An outsider that threatened her family, I would be the same way if I was in her shoes. In fact, it seemed all of them were taking that into consideration. Suddenly, I knew, they were realizing the truth behind Rosalie's harsh, but truthful, words.

"Angela, what do you think?" Carlisle's voice said, he was undecided, which, was bad, he was uncertain enough to realize that I might not be a good thing.

"I don't know, Carlisle, this is your clan, not mine," Angela announced, her voice void of all emotion. "But, you must realize, that Bella is not a for sure case. Our gift is one of the most powerful and most dangerous, even out of the other gifts that require Immortals. You need to be prepared either way, its your decision though."

Silence once more fell, I felt my heart sink. I had dreamed, even if I had to leave Edward, that maybe I could stay with them. Or at least, live a normal as I could life, and still be friends with most of them. But it didn't matter, I would make the decision easier for them, I'd leave. I'd go get Patches from my neighbor's, and then I'd disappear, somewhere far away. Maybe they wouldn't find me, but most likely, they wouldn't want to.

That is, unless they thought me better off dead.

What if they decided they had to destroy me to keep everyone else safe? Could I go to the Volturi and see if they were interested in my gift? Aro most likely would be, but, was I willing to watch all those innocent people die without stopping them? And would they allow me to remain on my diet and still work for them? Would I even resist the Cullen's? What was I going to do?

"Enough," a cold voice snarled, the growl that ripped from his throat was far worse than I had ever heard, worse than Emmett's from earlier. "Just...shut up."

Edward.

"Why should we?" Rosalie asked, her voice high and musical. "I have a right to speak my mind, and just because I make sense doesn't mean you should cry about it. Honestly, Edward, get over her, its starting to get disgusting. You can't be together, live with it."

"Damn it, Rose, shut the hell up!" Edward yelled, I could literally hear the wood splinter and the chair being thrown. "You don't know what the fuck you're saying. Shut up!"

"Edward," Carlisle said, I was more chilled than ever, I had never felt so dead inside. "Stop that. You're ruining their apartment. And...and listen to reason."

"What?" Edward' voice had lost all venom, it sounded small and lost, like a kicked puppy. "Carlisle, how could you?"

"I'm thinking of my family, I'm thinking of my wife," Carlisle said. "Put yourself in my shoes, it's a hard decision, heartbreaking, but what if it was Bella being threatened with her life? What would you do?"

Silence fell, my knight in shining armor was no longer defending me. Holding back my sobs, I moved silently over to the window, hoping the next time they spoke I could open it soundlessly enough to escape. I could get back to America with my own money, and by selling my house, I could find another.

"You're right," Edward said, I didn't want to hear this, I want to escape, I didn't want him to leave me again. "You're right, Carlisle."

"Thank you," Rosalie said, I turned the lock a little, only a little bit, not hardly noticing any noise, I felt hopeful that if I turned it when they spoke, I'd be okay. "Edward, you're finally thinking clearly."

"You're right, Rose," Edward answered, his voice suddenly stiff, I turned the lock a little more. "I am. Carlisle, take everyone and get out of here."

"What, no Edward!" Esme cried, her voice strained and fearful, a little more. "You can't, I don't want you to stay, come with us!"

"No, Esme," Edward said firmly, I stopped moving the lock, transfixed. "I'll miss you all, and I love you guys, but get out of here. I've lived on my own before. Take care of them, Carlisle."

"Alright," Carlisle said, I could hear the two embracing, it wasn't right, Edward had adored Carlisle so much. "We will always be there if you need us."

"I know," Edward whispered, more shuffling, and then a door closing. I didn't move, I couldn't.

"Well," Richard said, he hadn't spoke in quite some time. "That was sudden, not completely surprising however, I wondered how long it would take that little blonde to say something."

"Yes," Angela said, her voice now full of curiosity. "But, Edward, tell me, why did you stay when you know that Bella can't be with anybody but her Immortal?"

"Because," Edward stammered, his breath hitching. "Because, I did something a long time ago, I owe her this at least."

"Really?" Angela said, and I felt horrible, he was staying with me because of a debt he though he owed. "Is that really it, Edward?"

Silence once again, their even breathing the only thing I could hear. Suddenly, Edward answered, a searing heat rushing through me. "No, I guess not."

With that I heard a door close again, and I could only assume Edward had left. Unsure, I slid to the floor, making sure to go completely unnoticed. I felt a strange fluttering within me, uncaring at the time that I wasn't allowed to feel this way. I didn't care, Edward was still, in his own unique way, staying with me. He was going to fight alongside me no matter what, even if he couldn't be with me, he still wanted me in his life. Dangers be damned.

A soft giggle brought me out of my train of thought, and I gaped at the words I heard float from the lover's mouths. I could hear another door close, and then bed springs moving. Once they were fully involved, I left, yanking the window open and escaping, knowing that they wouldn't hear my exit.

Crawling across the ledges, I made it to the top of the building, where the moon bathed me fully in it's light. Sitting on the edge, I looked down on the city, imagining the other Cullens at the airport now, buying tickets and waiting. Their belongings would already be packed, their rooms completely empty.

Even despite that, and the slight betrayal beating in me, I couldn't help but smile, knowing that he had stayed with me through it. I was still hopelessly in love with him, in so deep that I would never be able to escape it. Not that I ever wanted to.

I heard the metal door behind me latch, and I turned around, smiling sadly at his form as he moved to sit next to me. The look on his face clearly said he didn't want to tell me anything, and I knew that what he wanted to say was crushing. Good thing I already knew, and I was still on a sort of high from his words to let the full knowledge of what was happening hit me.

He sat down, right beside me, only an inch apart, his eyes trained hard on the city that spread out clearly before us. His hands were balled into fists, the stone underneath one of them threatening to break under his strength.

"Bella, I..." he trailed off, his voice warming me. Turning, I placed my finger on his firm lips, silencing him before he could continue, his eyebrow rose.

"Shhh, not tonight," I said, removing my finger at his nod, the inquisitive look in his eyes burning me, but he didn't ask for an elaboration, and I didn't offer. "Just, not tonight."

Sighing, I leaned my head against his shoulder, feeling him tense under me. I smiled, ignoring his reaction to gaze at the sky, wishing that we were back in Forks and away from all the strain. Able to lay in each other's arms and enjoy each other's company, loving each other like we wanted to.

"Bella?" he questioned, though his muscles had long since loosened.

"Shhh, not tonight," I repeated, and moved as close as I could to him, it was wrong, it was going to hurt so bad later on, but I didn't care. I wanted him. I needed him. I loved him.

Edward moved his arms around me, encasing me in his strength. We didn't say anything more, but merely watched the dawning of a new day.

Q/A:

1) Couldn't Edward read their minds and know that he was Bella's Immortal?

That's a good question, but as I said before, Richard is present, so he can't read Angela's, he's able to block out any gift invasion towards his Holder. But also, Richard has a gift, and he's psychic, so he can also block the mind paths of others with such use. So both Alice and Edward will be of no use, he can block both of their abilities because they deal with the mind. I'm telling everyone this, because, well, I don't actually know how much I will really delve into Richard's character. Probably not all that much, but I will mention his power most likely later on...when it become important. Also, I must let you know, that not even Angela nor Carlisle know for certain that Edward is Bella's Immortal, all they know is that he is one.

A/N: Got anymore questions? Don't be afraid to ask, I love hearing from you guys. Thanks for all those that reviewed, and I'm sorry for the wait, please forgive. R&R!

Dark Huntress