(I'm sorry to say this will be the last I will update this story. I simply have no desire to write Twilight stories anymore. So, as of now, this story is up for adoption. PM me if you interested.)
Its been three weeks since I was told who I really was. I was still confused, and the Cullen's continued to tell me about my human life. They showed me pictures of my parents, but I still didn't recognize them.
It made me sick to my stomach that I couldn't remember, and I felt like a betrayer. I was their daughter and I so easily forgot, were my memories so unstable that they slipped away as easily as dust through my fingers?
I hoped they were okay, I hope they aren't too heartbroken.
"Bella." I test the name, and it falls easily from my lips. Familiar.
A knock at the door draws my attention, and I set down the picture of the people who were my family on the desk.
"Come in." I call. And a bronze haired head pocks his head past the door. I grin.
"You can come in Edward. I only bite my food." Edward makes no reaction towards my joke, and simply walks in, his eyes are troubled. I instantly somber.
"Edward? What's the matter?" I ask in concern. I don't know why, but the idea of him in distress caused me my own.
Edward lets out a breath, and runs a hand through his hair. "Bella…." He begins kneeling in front of me.
"Do you…care about me?" I instantly stiffen.
"What are you talking about Edward? I care about you." More than you know. I add mentally.
"I just-" He begins, sounding oddly flustered. "I really care for you."
My dead heart feels like it just got jolted with electricity, and I feel strangely warm, I drop to the floor in front of Edward so that were both at the same level. Our gazes burning into each others very souls as I begin to tip my head towards him. Ingnitieing the chain of events that would lead to the kiss that would tie my soul forever to his.
And they say vampires don't have souls….
Back in Voltera
"We have looked everywhere in Europe, Aro. I believe it is safe to say she is not on this continent." Marcus said dispassionately, and Aro's rare frown deepened.
"She is too valuable an asset to let slip through our fingers. I did not risk breaking our laws for no purpose." He say tenting his fingers, and sitting down in the ancient chair.
"If I may." Marcus cuts in, getting a thoughtful look. "Wouldn't it make sense that she would return to those vile vegetarians?"
Aro sits motionless for a moment, mulling it over, but slowly an evil smile spreads over his features.
"I believe it is time we visited my dear friends the Cullen's."
(I just want to thank all my loyal readers and reviewers. Without you, I properly would have never even gotten this far. Peace out, and write on.)
