Bella Snape-Lestrange Chapter 9(Long Chapter!)
Edward's POV
Bella was a mystery. I desperately wanted to know more about her. She fascinated me, and it wasn't just that. I couldn't hear her, and I wanted to figure out what she was thinking. Then Bella came out of the door looking disheveled and cranky. She still looked beautiful, and it was a natural beauty. Her hair was a mahogany brown, and the eyes were the same color. Bella's clothes, were simple, and it seemed like she wore clothes that were comfortable, not like Alice who loved showing off her clothes. I liked her more for that. She had a natural beauty. But her eyes held a tired look, like she was grieving. I felt like I had a duty to protect her, to make sure that her eyes never held that pain ever again.
I didn't know what was wrong and I really needed to know what happened so I can help her. Help her? Where is that coming from? It was a human! My natural food source. Her scent drove me insane! I can't find her attractive! I could kill her! I looked at Bella and her hand was clenched around her throat. I ran at normal hunan speed to her. "What's wrong, Bella?" I asked, concerned. "I-I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I need to go outside. Get-get some air." She was struggling for breath. I was about to pull her to me, but it looked like my presence was making her have a panic attack. She wouldn't look at me, and ran out the door. People were staring at her left and right, but she ignored them. It wasn't long before she reached her car that I saw it. 'NO!' Alice yelled in her mind. I saw the vision. It was Bella. She was going to die. I couldn't let her life end. I refuse to live with that guilt.
I ran at vampire speed disregarding the humans who saw me, and stopped the van with my hands. My hands were so strong they left a dent in the door. Bella was shocked, and she stared at me with an awed look on her face. Right before her head hit the ground. Bella fell unconscious. Students were yelling and calling 911. I worried, and I held Bella until the ambulance came. It was strange just how much I enjoyed having her in my arms. When we got to the hospital, I looked for my 'father' so he could treat her. But in the process, I had to flirt with a nurse. Disgusting. "Carlisle, we have an issue." His head perked up. 'Did any of you...slip up?' "No, but there was an accident at school. The girl, got hurt, but I stopped the van in time so she didn't die." Carlisle smiled gratefully and his thoughts showed his pride. "Good job, son. Did she see anything?" He asked. "Yes, she saw the whole thing. But the the principle of the thing, is that she knows that something is up. The first day of school, she knew that we we're not human. She has a secret to hide too, and I need to figure out what." Carlisle nodded in understanding.
We left his office and went straight to the emergency room. Carlisle went to go take care of Bella, while I left to go tell her father the news. Turned out, he had already showed up. I had heard of him, Charlie Swan the chief of Forks. "Hello, Mr. Swan, I'm Edward Cullen. I saved Bella from the truck." He wasn't old, he looked middle-aged, but he didn't look like Bella at all. "You are Bella's father, right?" He laughed. "No, not at all. I am her guardian, though. I think her father is on his way though." 'I just hope she's okay.' He thought. As if on cue, a man with greasy black hair and cold black eyes came stalking through the door. He was dressed in robes...how unusual. His face was pale, almost as pale as ours, and he had an angry look on his face. "Where is Isabella?" A raspy, low, British voice demanded. It took me a while to notice that the voice was his. "She's in the emergency room, Severus." Charlie said quietly. So Bella's father was this one. To think of it, Bella did look like him. He looked like he had knowledge beyond his years, just like her.
"And who are you?" Bella's father asked. He frightened me. When he spoke, it was like his lips did not move. Odd. "I'm Edward Cullen. I helped Bella until the ambulance arrived." I said politely. I tried to get a read on his thoughts, but it was like Bella's. Blank. What's happening? Is my power failing? There must be something about Bella, somethng that runs in her family. He just grunted in response, and left to go see her. I stood dumbstruck. He acted very...intimidating. And I'm a vampire, so it obviously isn't easy to scare us. He requested some time alone with Bella and Carlisle and I stood near the door. We were trying to get information, to see if Bella would tell.
"Father, why did you come?" I heard Bella ask. Her voice is beautiful, the accent just compiments it. "You still have a penchant for danger, Isabella. Even here. But I must ask you to stay away from those ones. They don't seem normal." Oh, how right he is. Carlisle and I exchanged a worried glance. We resumed listening. "You were teaching, Father?" Bella asked timidly. She seemed to respect her father very much, like I do with Carlisle. "I was indeed, child. You are lucky that you are here. Potter's becoming more like his father everyday. Weasley is still a bumbling idiot, more so than Longbottom. And yes, before you ask, the 'insufferable know-it-all' is still very annoying. I've also gotten the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts." Who were those people, and what was Defense Against The Dark Arts? This piqued my curiosity even more. "They're old friends of mine." Bella explained to Charlie. I could read his mind, and it was focused on a Mariners game, nothing unusual.
"I'll go get your papers taken care of." Charlie said. He walked out the door. "Isabella, I've seen that the Dark Lord has taken a liking to you. You know I do not approve of this, but Dumbledore thinks that it would be prudent to have you keep his attention. Gain his trust, and keep it. He trusts me, now he has to trust you and you have to give him your unwavering loyalty. So that the plan can go as proposed." He whispered. What plan? And who's the Dark Lord? So many questions, and not enough answers. Severus's grave voice answered. Then Bella cleared her throat and said: "Father, there are somethings you must know. There are-" Then Carlisle came back to check on Bella. "Hello, I'm Carlisle Cullen. I'm your doctor. You must be Isabella. Nice to meet you." My father smiled a genuine smile as he looked at Bella. 'She's a beauty, Edward. I can see why you like her.' I growled softly. I did not like a human! 'Bella has many injuries. Most of them from before the accident. She has burn marks on multiple parts of her body as well as fractures on her skull and legs.' "You as well, what injuries have I got? I want to get out of here." Bella asked bluntly. "You have suffered a mild concussion, and also I noticed you have many fractures in different places. They all look the same but in different places. Also there are faint scars that appear to be burn marks. You suffered a panic attack as well. Do you know why that is?" Carlisle was truly concerned.
'Do you think she's being abused?' He asked in his mind. "No, I haven't the slightest idea." Bella blanched. Her eyes betrayed her, and I knew something was up. Something I have to figure out. "Isabella is extraordinarily clumsy and falls too much. That should explain the fractures. As for the burn marks, she likes fire. Excuse me, Isabella, but I have to go. I have a...meeting to attend to." Bella's father said, his face was in pain, and he clutched his arm. Funny thing was, so was Bella. He left, and Carlisle wanted to do some tests on Bella. He noticed that Bella had a strange tattoo on her. One of a snake with a skull head. He said he swore it was moving. Bella flinched away from his touch and came to me. " Edward, I never got a chance to say...thank you." I smiled happily. But the mysteries that surrounded Bella were endless. I needed to figure her out.
TO BE CONTINUED!
A/N:Part two of my three-part series. Expect one more. I really need your opinion if I should include Jacob in here. Know that I will be going with the books(HP and Twilight)and I need your opinion which guy should be Bella's top best guy, Harry, Draco, or Jacob? All three could be crucial in planning exactly where this story goes. I don't write beforehand. I sit in front of the computer and type. So...come on I need feedback.
