Summary:In New Moon, when Laurent entered the meadow, the wolves did not come back in time in order to save Bella. 50 years later, Bella is the head of her own family, suppressing her anger and hurt. But what happens when the Cullen family and Bella's family paths collide again? Can anyone turn Bella around from her schemes in vengeance, when it at first seems just fun and games?
VII Talking
I had changed into my jeans and blouse, quickly running out to my Benz, pushing the stinging sensation from the corner of my eye away. I had no time for this. Nor the patience.
I threw myself in the passenger seat, and leaned my head back on the headrest, pinching the bridge of my nose. This was so frustrating! Mostly frustrating with myself. Why was I letting them get to me? They were supposed to mean nothing to me. They abandoned me and created a mess that they could not clean up.
I felt warm….not hot. Red hot. Anger was surging through me, and for once I could feel the ghost of my heart beating.
Before I could act on my anger and hurt, I heard someone clear their throat. My eyes snapped open. In the back was the rest of my family, waiting with wide eyes. Worried.
I took a deep breath and struggled to calm myself. Their eyes watched me warily, waiting to see if I could snap the Benz in half. They deserved better….
"Who want to have some fun?" I asked smiling.
Jason smiled in return, and started the car.
We were by a creek and playing tag. This game brought out our inner child. No rules, no worries. Simply running through the woods, attempting to catch each other.
Anastasia and Jason were 'it', playing their version with water and getting small shocks. I laughed, as I missed Anastasia's shot of water by mere inches from my face. I watched as Jasmine burst out in a fit of giggles as the tendril of water soaked her back. It seemed that this could last forever.
This single moment with my family, was everything that I could ask for.
But our fun and games was abruptly cut short.
We suddenly heard somebody coming. We dropped what we were doing and took our protective stances, tension in everyone's shoulders, giggles dying to a mere memory and the ghost of our laughs echoing through the trees.
It was the Cullens.
This information didn't cause us to relax though. In fact this caused the opposite. Our crouches lowered into a more defensive situation.
"Hello," Carlisle said to us coming out of the stiff group, his hands held out in a peaceful motion.
I watched him warily. The father figure that I had missed so much. His gentleness was nothing more than a lie. The hurt behind my silent heart grew.
None of us trusted Carlisle's motion even for a moment, a low hiss emanating from Jason.
Warily, Carlisle watched us, pressing forward, "Can the leader please step forward?" he asked trying to be the pacifist.
This is going to be good, Everyone thought at the same time under the shield.
With a roll of my eyes, both at my family and at the thoughts I could imagine that would come from my former family. I stepped forward thickening the shield in order to protect from a physical attack. Simply as a precaution. The last thing we wanted was a fight in this moment.
Everyone in the Cullen family gasped. I rolled my eyes, unable to hide my annoyance, "Be honest, how many of you suspected that?" I asked crossing my arms, addressing the aghast Cullen family.
None of them responded, wordlessly gaping.
I raised my eyebrows. "Nice job you guys," I praised my family lowly, unable to hide a small smile.
That broke the tension. They laughed and gave each other high-fives, easing themselves out of their protective crouches. However it wasn't enough to take the cautious look in their eyes away. Anastasia's blue eyes met mine, a silent warning.
A warning to keep my cool.
Easier said than done.
"We want to lay down some hunting laws," Carlisle said to us, recovering from the obvious shock.
All of us groaned in annoyance.
"I'm sorry, but we have a pact to keep and—" but I interrupted.
"It's not that! We have a better relationship with the wolves than you do! Anyway, we vegetarians to," I said, placing air quotations on the vegetarian part. Their concern only aggravated us.
"My apologies," Carlisle said, sounding actually apologetic, "We are unable to discern due to your eye color."
There was a pause, and I felt a twinge of shame at our annoyance. It was very true. I nodded to Jasmine, knowing she would understand.
Within seconds, I watched as our human eye color dissipated and melted into our true color of butterscotch gold. I turned back to the Cullens, meeting their gaze, my chin jutted out slightly, "Better?" I asked, unable to hide the bitterness.
Carlisle nodded warily, gauging out attitude, proceeding with his line of questioning, "And what do you mean by that you have a better relationship with the wolves?"
Jason snorted.
We all collectively ignored him.
"When you guys abandoned me," I threw a hateful glance at them all, watching with a satisfied smirk as Edward and Alice's eyes flickered to the ground, "I turned to my best friend Jacob. He helped me and made me feel somewhat right again. He grew distant and all. So then Laurent found me and bit me. Only after I was a vampire that Jake told me he was a wolf. I was so disgusted by the scent of human blood that they let me hunt on their land. Too bad you can't go. They have the best elk there," I finishing with a Bella like taunt.
There was a lengthened silence.
Their eyes were studying us intently. The tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. I exhaled, feeling a bitter taste in my mouth. Probably leftover vinegar that I hadn't spat.
"Oh…err, who is your family?" Carlisle asked, attempting to alleviate the tension.
I smiled, turning to my family. Anastasia nodded and came out of the tight circle first.
"My name is Anastasia," She said in her ringing tone, her eyes still intense even with the gold color.
With that said she took a wave of water and threw it full blast at Edward. He flew back and hit a poor tree. She smiled angelically as if nothing had happened.
I couldn't help but laugh. I noticed that my family was silently laughing as well. The Cullen family shot him a glance, their lips curling defensively.
I studied their intensity, before squaring my shoulders and stood proudly next to Anastasia, our pinkie fingers intertwining in support, "Well, you already know who I am."
Before I could continue, I heard Emmett mutter, "Not anymore."
I narrowed my eyes. He was being difficult and I honestly didn't want to stand for it. I was already dealing with a lot from them. None of them, my family included, could understand the stress that was straining me and weighed upon my shoulders.
None of them could predict my hurt and how my throat clogged. I could barely get the next words out. It shocked me how much strength rang through, "And my power is telekinesis" I said staring straight at Emmett, wishing I could burn a hole right through him.
Willing him to understand my pain.
With that, and without regret, I pulled him up into the air.
"Hey! Put me down!" he yelled. Rose's hands went into the air, a momentary look of helplessness crossing her face, before it hardened and she hissed at me, her gold eyes becoming black with anger.
"Are you sure?" I asked, allowing my tone to dip into a sickly sweet register.
"Yes I'm sure," He snapped, losing all patience.
With that I dropped him on his head. My family snickered; even the Cullen family had a hard time keeping a smile. I noticed that Edward kept himself against the tree, isolating himself. As if he was expecting more punishment. This puzzled me.
"My name is Jason," Jason said stepping up, "And you already know what I do." He said coolly, shooting a wicked grin toward the Cullen children.
Carlisle looked at him interested, ignoring as his children backed away from him, "No, what do you do?"
The Cullen kids widened their eyes in fear, unable to believe his gall to ask. Even I frowned at this.
"Would you like a demonstration?" Jason asked grinning.
The Cullens shook their heads frantically.
"Please." Carlisle said ignoring his kids.
All the kids backed away from Edward.
Good thing too.
Jason gave him a shock. And…all I can tell you is that it wasn't a small shock.
"Interesting," Carlisle mused.
Our smiled instantaneously disappeared. There was Jason shocking his oldest son up and beyond, and all he can think about is our powers. I felt the pit beginning to form in my stomach. I noticed the worry and mild anger forming in my family's faces.
'What in the hell….'
'Is this for real?'
'No way….'
I listened to the convoluted thoughts of my family. Tentatively I pushed my shield around Carlisle.
' maybe we can get them to join our family. Edward would be willing….'
I refused to listen to any more. My shield retracted like a rubber band. I had heard enough. In fact, I had enough with their mess, with their selfishness. To use me?! To use Edward.
The pit in my stomach grew, and I felt myself staring at a gaping hole. Some small part of me had been begging me to be wrong, completely and utter wrong about the Cullen family. That there was an explanation.
That I somehow had misjudged them.
But now, I was now trembling in anger.
This was unbelievable!
'What's wrong?' Jas asked, her mind gentle and filled with concern.
"Want us to join….. Use Edward," I growled through gritted teeth.
My family grew rigid, understanding what I had heard.
"If we wanted to become slaves, we would have joined the Volturi 15 years ago," Jason snapped the Cullens in a low icy voice.
Their heads snapped up, "I didn't say—"
But I interrupted him. "You didn't have to," I growled, Carlisle's eyes filled with confusion.
A faint glow came from Edward's eyes, "You read minds," He whisper heatedly.
I shook my head angrily, feeling my hair whip around me angrily, "No I have a shield, that I can project for physical attacks and for mental attacks as well. Reading minds is simply a bonus."
He bared his teeth, looking skeptical.
"Ha!" I barked, "I have to prove it? It seems that all I ever had to do with you," I growled, feeling the hole in my chest ripping open.
Alice lunged forward, but Jasper grasping her around her waist, "Bella, please," she begged, agony bleeding into her voice.
But I barely heard her. Anger was roaring in my ears, pounding and pulsating underneath my now marble skin. Anastasia put her hand on my shoulder, grounding me for a moment. I looked at her, whipping my face to her. Her eyes held a firm warning.
Control, control, control.
So much control in bloodlust, but not enough in my anger. The irony was not lost on me.
I took a deep breath and exhaled, feeling a fraction of my anger dissipate. With a nod, she then pressed on forward, leaving my protection.
I knew what she was doing and for that I was grateful. She was the best friend that I had always wanted. The girl that constantly had my back. I made a quick note to buy her something, an ice rink for all I cared, just to show my gratitude.
I thickened for physical attacks, and she exited, my shield reluctantly releasing her, popping back into its original shape.
She was such a pro. I noticed her face was neutral. My lip curled up as I imagined she was reciting the Korean alphabet in order to block her thoughts from Edward. She was still at Alice's mercy, which caused a shock of concern to go through me.
Anastasia grabbed the water from the creek, coiling it into a funnel and threw it against my shield.
It released against my shield, flowing over the dome shape of my shield. It was quite beautiful, seeing the clear water wash over us. For a moment, all the rest of us could see was water. After a couple of seconds, she released the water, letting it go back to the creek.
I glared at the Cullens, feeling calmer. Without a second thought, I extended my protection to her, relaxing as I felt the comfort of her mind rejoin the family.
I then turned my full attention to the Cullens, "Anyway, this is Jasmine and that's Charles; Jas has the power of senses while Charles has the power to make you lethargic or excited," I said in a sour tone, half turning away from them.
"Now if you'll excuse us, we have to go," I said coldly.
We turned and started out for home.
I stopped abruptly, maybe 10 feet away, watching as the Cullens stared back at us. Their expressions were ones of incredulity.
I shook off this unnamed emotion, feeling myself harden into the leader I had to be, "Before I go, I think its only fair that I should warn you, watch your backs." I glared at each one of the Cullen kids.
"I used to think highly of all of you, but now all I think is, that you're dishonest people and in my opinion" I paused looking Edward straight in the eyes, "you're worse that the Volturi," watching the sadness enter his eyes.
With a flick of my wrist, I slammed all the Cullen kids into a sycamore tree, making a totem pole out of Cullen children. I snickered, thinking it was one of the funniest things that had happened in the past twenty minutes.
I gave a look at Esme and Carlisle. And it was them that broke my mask, broke my strength. They looked like SUCH nice people. They had cared for me and loved me, but they had left me on my own without the tools to survive.
Then I ran not looking back.
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A/N: Tense positions, emotions are high!
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