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01. Five Years: Tonight Alive
02. Stay Close: Fireflight
03. Bite My Tongue feat. Oli Sykes: You Me at Six
04. Obvious: Hey Monday
05. I Must Be Dreaming: The Maine
06. Falling Inside the Black: Skillet
07. Hurt: Thousand Foot Krutch
08. Operate: Three Days Grace
I was being a normal teenage girl for once as I started doing something I had never done. I began fangirling, specifically with a popular boy band that I was slowly becoming a fan of. Their music was nothing like what I listened to, but there was something about it that made me happy—especially that cute Irish boy they had.
In the middle of fangirling, I fell asleep. At some point, Alice got back and put the dress in the closet, and she began talking to Jacob. I couldn't make out everything that was being said, but it actually sounded pleasant.
Then it got scary. As I quietly stepped closer, half asleep but still curious, I heard the words "female vampire." From there, other words pieced it all together.
The vampire after Bella had been smelled. She was here, and she wanted blood—specifically Bella's.
That scared me, a lot. I didn't want to lose Bella, even if we weren't on the same page or even speaking terms. Therefore, when I heard that, I stumbled my way out of my room with my eyes full of tears.
Bella wasn't out here. Just Alice and Jacob and Auggie now, but when Jacob looked at me, something inside of him changed. I can't tell you what it was, but instead of looking at me in rage like I expected, his eyes were soft and full of pain.
Alice sighed. "You were supposed to be asleep."
My lips were quivering. "Promise me that you guys will do whatever it takes to protect her. All of you."
"Mayze, you know we will," Alice insisted. "Don't ever doubt that. Bella's family because she's your family."
"I am not her family," Bella surprised us all, including Alice and Jacob. Her eyes were full of absolute rage, betrayal, as she stepped out and looked at me. "And I'm not yours either."
"Bella, just hang on a second," Jacob said softly, which surprised me more than anything else.
Still, Bella was pissed. "Jacob, leave me alone. This is between Mayze and me. Go into our room. Just be quiet."
Jacob . . . literally had no choice, so while his entire being wanted to say more, he had to do what she asked. That actually pissed me off, despite the fact that her words stung my heart. How could she do that to Jacob? Just because she had the power didn't mean she had the right.
"That was way too harsh, Bella," I said firmly. "Jacob was just trying to explain to you what was going on. There is no reason to treat him like that."
"Shut up, Elizabeth," she barked at me, and everything inside of me froze. With just one word, all rage morphed into a pain worse than I ever remember feeling.
How sad is that? I've been raped and abandoned all at once, and still, Bella hurt me more than any of that.
I knew I was crying, but I didn't care. "Why don't you make me, Bella."
No matter how much she hurt me, she was still my sister, and I wasn't going to do the same thing to her as she did to me.
It seemed to surprise her, but her eyes were still cold. "I don't need your protection. The pack has that covered quite nicely, so you, Elizabeth, and your stupid, sick family can just leave us alone! If it wasn't for you, everything would be just fine!"
That was it for me. Sister or not, she just insulted the people who had helped me. They had become my family just as much as she was, and I wasn't going to let her talk about them like that.
That's why I didn't hesitate to punch her right in the face. "Don't you ever talk about them like that! Whether you like me or not, they did absolutely nothing to you! Get your head out of your ass and open your eyes!"
She tried to hit me back, but I blocked the hit by locking her wrist in-between mine and flipping her back onto the ground. It hurt her enough that she didn't try to fight me anymore—only yelled as she painfully stood back up.
Poor Auggie was flipping out, not sure what to do.
"They took the girl I thought was my sister away from me!" she yelled. "Yeah, Elizabeth, they did!"
"They didn't take me away!" I shouted back. "You ran away! Don't you dare blame our separation on them! You have no one to blame but yourself! And whether you like it or not, I am your sister!"
"No you're not!" she finally just screamed as loud as she could. "You're some bitch my parents picked up at a hospital. We are not sisters."
Of course, she finds a way to hurt me even more.
"That . . . doesn't matter," I whispered, but I felt myself unable to really even stand. My head was spinning, and it felt as if my heart had been viciously ripped out of my chest. I couldn't even breathe right. Somehow, I managed to stumble back, and when I did, I fell right back into arms I always longed to be in.
What a perfect time for him to come back.
"Mayze, let's go," Edward said softly, and his hands slowly wrapped around my arms. His tone was gentle, but I could hear a harsh edge that was meant for Bella.
At that moment, if he wasn't holding me, I would've collapsed. When he took off running, he had to hold onto me where I was safe because I was too shaky to do it. Actually, to say that I was bawling my eyes out was no exaggeration.
I half expected him to take me to the meadow, but he didn't. Instead, he took me somewhere completely new. It was actually really cold and snowy, so I had no idea where we were.
He eventually stopped running, but he didn't even try to set me down. All he did was pull me against his chest so that I could cry into his shoulder while he held me tightly against him. That's how I stayed until I simply couldn't cry anymore.
I hate crying so much that there are no more tears left in your body. It's hard to stay awake after that. I mean, it drains all of your energy, and not only do you look terrible, you feel terrible. Your eyes hurt. You feel empty, and you're so shaky that it just . . . sucks.
Edward didn't speak, not at first. Instead, he just watched me through pained but still very loving eyes as I composed myself and took slow breaths to try and stop the spasms in my chest. That's what they felt like anyways.
"I grew up with her," I said quietly. "Charlie and Renée raised me beside her. As far as I'm concerned, she's my sister. They're my family. I mean, maybe it would be nice to meet my biological mother so I could thank her for doing what was best for me, but that would be it. Just to tell her thank you."
"Mayze, you don't see things the way most people do," he said gently. "I've never met anyone even remotely like you, sweetheart. Bella's pissed. She's pissed at us. She's pissed at you. She's just pissed at everything, and she took it out on you. I don't know why. Also, why is Jacob suddenly not thinking terrible thoughts about me? From in his room, he thought directly at me. He said, 'Thank you, Edward. Cheer that girl up. She needs it.' I . . . don't understand."
I shrugged. "I don't know. Honestly. I guess seeing that I actually still care, despite everything she's done to me made him realize that I'm not bad? Or the fact that you guys are willing to do whatever it takes to protect Bella as well. I don't know. Something's changed in him, and I'm hoping that'll mean something will change for Bella as well."
"I wouldn't get your hopes up," he said, almost inaudibly. He was right, and I knew that. Still, a part of me hoped Jacob's sudden change would also change Bella.
I also knew better.
Suddenly, I could feel my heart racing in my chest. For some reason, every thought going through my mind just vanished. All that I could remember was that I was here, wherever here was, with Edward—away from everyone and everything. It was just the two of us, and in less than two weeks, we would be married. He would be mine in every way possible.
Then there was the honeymoon . . . .
Somehow, I think he was thinking the exact same things I was because I could hear his breaths becoming rugged as he stepped closer to me, close enough that our bodies were tightly pressed against each other. I could feel each unnecessary breath he took, and the smell of his breath intoxicated me.
He couldn't take it for very long, just standing there, because he brushed my hair behind my ears carefully and began kissing down my neck, occasionally nibbling at the skin a little to taunt me. It was like he was reminding me what he could easily do.
My eyes fluttered shut, and no matter how hard I tried to fight it, I was smiling brightly. "I missed you."
He didn't really say much, only incoherently murmured, "Mmm," against my skin, but that was enough for me. I liked this.
I'm not sure if he did or not. Before I knew it, I was laying in the snow with Edward on top of me. He was so intent on kissing me that he didn't even bother to make sure he wasn't putting all of his weight on me.
I didn't care. I roughly pulled his lips down to mine, which sparked something wild inside of him. He must've really missed me too because he couldn't seem to keep his hands off of me—or his lips.
At one point, I had to breathe, but his lips were on my collar bone as soon as they left my lips. From my collar bone, they began moving down, and surprisingly enough, his hands were rubbing down my sides as well.
The most surprising thing of this moment was when he began playing with the edge of my sweatpants, letting his finger move just barely underneath my panty line. It hit that sensitive skin just under the panty line, and I actually moaned in surprise and, well, pleasure. That seriously turned me on, and I had never wanted to just say, "Screw it," and have sex with that man—well . . . vampire—as badly as I did right then.
You know, I could go on and on about the intense details of this moment, which got really passionate at some points, but it was something really special. It was like nothing we had ever shared before, but of course, that only made me more excited and nervous for the honeymoon.
I think I'll be better off when it's all over—at least the first night. Of course, Edward was worried more about killing me than anything else. My worries were that I had no idea what I was doing. Really, I mean, I had never done it before with anyone, obviously. Would it come naturally? Would I look stupid?
The biggest fear I had of all was that he wouldn't enjoy it. I mean, think about it. I'm a human. He's a vampire. He's . . . him, this perfect and sexy guy who just somehow loved me, and I'm me, this not so perfect human who, obviously, fell head over heels for this vampire.
See? I have good reason to worry. Still, despite all of my worries, I couldn't wait.
Especially after that.
