I do not own Twilight or its characters. Stephenie Meyer does.
Ch 9: (3rdPOV)
1917
May
Isabella walked up and down pushing the baby carriage on her family's driveway. She hummed happily, glad that the baby had fallen asleep.
"Miss Swan." Startled she turned to see Edward by the gate. A smile lit her face to see him home, hopefully for good.
"Mr. Masen." She responded amused that he was addressing her so formally. She pushed the carriage to the gate to greet him. "Welcome home." Edward gave her a smile that did not meet the eyes, he had not expected to see Isabella with her hair up let alone pushing a baby carriage. She was officially a woman now and he appeared to be too late. He glanced down at the carriage and his eyes opened in surprise.
"Who is this?" he asked shocked by the size of the baby. He had dark brown hair that curled and dimples.
"This is my cousin Emmett. My mother's brother and wife are visiting. They brought with them their youngest. He's not quite a baby anymore, but this is the only way we can get him to sleep." Isabella explained. Relief flooded Edward's eyes and he smiled.
"May I walk with you two?" he asked.
"Certainly," Isabella smiled. Edward stepped through the gate and took the carriage from Isabella as he noticed she had struggled a bit with it. He immediately saw why, the baby was heavier than he thought.
They walked silently side by side both thinking what it might be like if this child was their own.
"Mr. Masen, why did you address me so formally?" Isabella asked softly.
"Your hair is up," Edward responded not sure how he felt about it.
"I beg your pardon?" Isabella was confused.
"Your hair is up. You are no longer a young girl, but a lady. It is only proper to address you accordingly." Edward pointed out. They both knew that Isabella's hair on top of her head was a sign of her age as well as the dresses to the ankle. It symbolized that she was ready to be courted seriously.
"We have known each other for so long. You still have permission to use my given name." Isabella said shyly. Edward smiled in relief to be given the honor.
"Then I hope you still call me Edward." Isabella smiled and nodded. Silently she gestured to a tree on her parents' property that had a bench under it. They sat under the shade as young Emmett slept.
"I am finally finished with high school. I shall be attending the university in the city come fall." Edward told her.
"You are not the only one finished with school it would seem." Isabella sighed. Edward gave her a curious look.
"My parents think it is time that I leave school and I find myself a husband." Isabella was nervous in explaining.
"I see. I should expect a lady as beautiful as your self has already had many a gentleman caller." Edward tried to keep the smile on his face while wondering if he had competition.
"My hair and dresses changed only a few days ago. I had only one so far, however, I refused his card." Isabella frowned slightly. She was holding out hope Edward would court her.
"May I ask who?" Edward's posture grew stiff. She had said she did not accept his card, that should have been good enough.
"Mark Stevens came to call. I never forgot the way he treated me years ago, grown up or not. He is not someone I would want as a suitor." Isabella explained. Edward nodded in relief.
"Would it be alright if I came to call?" Edward asked nervously.
"I would be delighted." Isabella's face beamed just before Emmett woke up looking for attention.
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A week later Isabella was dressed in her finest as she went with her parents to a ballroom for the celebration for Edward's graduation.
She was wearing her first evening gown and her hair was done in curls in a fancier Gibson hairstyle. Her family approached the Masens who were greeting guests by the door.
Mr. Masen greeted them formally. However, Mrs. Masen gave her a smile and a hug to greet her. Isabella glanced at Edward shyly before curtsying slightly. He looked handsome in his tux and Isabella was afraid she actually might swoon.
Edward's eyes glowed brightly as Isabella looked breathtaking in her blue dress.
"Save me a dance or two, Miss Swan." He asked as he brought her hand to his lips giving it a kiss as he bowed. Isabella nodded in delight. He could have all her dances if he wished.
Later on, Isabella was by the side of the room looking for Edward. She came upon his father and the president of the local bank.
"Our children make a handsome pair. They will give us beautiful grandchildren," the first man stated and Isabella froze in her tracks.
"Yes, I must agree," Mr. Masen stated. "We should hope that they will be married before he starts school in the fall." Edward was an only child, so he had to mean him. Isabella followed their gaze to the dance floor where Edward was dancing with a blonde girl their age. She had big blue eyes and was giggling and smiling up at Edward. It was clear she quite taken with him. Although she could not see Edward's face her heart broke and tears came welling in her eyes. She ran from the room to the balcony to be alone.
After Edward finished welcoming the guests he moved about the dance floor trying to find Isabella.
"Edward, come over here." His father ordered. He frowned slightly as he approached his father who was standing with a man and his daughter.
"Edward, this is Mr. Silver, he is the president of our bank." His father introduced him.
"Mr. Silver, please to meet you." Edward stated politely.
"Edward, congratulations on your achievement." The man gave him a smile that made him uneasy.
"Thank you, sir," Edward nodded.
"This is my daughter, Penelope." Mr. Silver gestured to a young lady beside him. Edward hid his grimace. The girl looked like a china doll all dressed up and with so much makeup it was hard to tell what was real.
"Miss Silver," Edward nodded his head to her. The girl responded with a series of giggles that pierced his ears.
"Edward, perhaps the young lady would like to dance." His father encouraged. Edward was about to open his mouth to say he promised Isabella when his father glared at him.
"Miss Silver?" he offered his hand. She giggled again and he led her out to the dance floor. He tried to ignore the fact that the wrong girl was in his arms, but he could not as she kept batting her eyes and giggling.
"Nice weather, we are having," he said trying to get the girl to talk rather than giggle.
"Oh, Edward, you say the silliest things," the girl continued to giggle. He then watched as her eyes narrow and her face gained a malicious smile as she glanced over Edward's shoulder. Edward glanced in time to see Isabella run out of the room. His heart tugged right along with her. He knew something had upset her and he had a feeling it was his fault.
He left Penelope on the floor as he followed Isabella. He found her sitting on a bench in the shadows sniffling.
"Isabella, are you hurt?" He sat beside her and she turned her face away. She did not want to have him see her cry.
"Congratulations, I heard your wonderful news," Isabella whispered with her voice cracking on wonderful.
"What news is this?" Edward was confused. What could she have heard about him that upset her so much?
"I heard you and Penelope are to be wed before the fall." Isabella answered bravely.
"Whomever you heard that from is telling falsehoods." Edward grew angry with the assumption.
"I heard it from your father and hers." Isabella looked at him confused. He was not lying but how could he not know about his own wedding? Edward clenched his fists not because he was mad with Isabella, but his father was meddling in his life again. His eyes softened on Isabella's confused face. He handed her his handkerchief.
"Isabella, I assure you that I have no intentions of courting, let alone marrying, Miss Silver. I only met her this evening. Trust me when I tell you that she is not a woman I could be with. Her appearance is as false as her personality." He explained softly.
"So no girl has stolen your heart?" Isabella bit her lip, feeling slightly relieved.
"Well, that is not true either. There is this one girl that I have had my eye on. I thought that it would be obvious, since I have called on her everyday for the past week." Edward teased lightly. He felt pleased as he watched Isabella smile and blush. She felt better and slightly foolish that she had doubted Edward. The music changed in the background.
"May I have this dance, Isabella." He whispered.
"I am a mess," Isabella dried her eyes with handkerchief.
"On the contrary, I find you to be beautiful." Edward whispered. He gently pulled Isabella to her feet and they dance in the moonlight to, ironically, By the Light of the Silvery Moon.
The couple stared into each others' eyes as they moved in a small circle.
"Isabella, would it be alright with you if I asked your father permission to court you?" Edward thought that if he was to be asked if he was marrying anyone anytime soon, it would be to Isabella if he could have it is way.
"Yes," Isabella's eyes were filled with joy, all her former sadness gone.
Edward was in the process of walking Isabella back into the room, he planned on talking to both his father and Isabella's tonight, they were no sooner through the door when Isabella stumbled. If she was not holding onto Edward's arm she would have fallen.
"I beg your pardon." The blonde girl from earlier turned up her nose and stormed away. Edward snarled. That girl did it on purpose. He immediately led Isabella to a chair.
"Are you alright? Shall I find you a doctor?" Edward was concerned. Before Isabella could tell him she was alright a new voice spoke up.
"I am a doctor, perhaps I may be of service." Both looked up at the golden haired and eyed handsome doctor. Edward was immediately on the defensive feeling he needed to protect Isabella and stood in front of her blocking the doctor.
"Edward, it is alright." She touched his arm lightly and he sighed and stepped aside. She thought Edward was being too overprotective.
"I am Dr. Carlisle Cullen, at your service." He bent down to exam the ankle. Isabella jumped as she felt the cold fingers even through her stockings. She watched him closely as something appeared to be off. He almost seemed to be holding his breath.
"It appears to be a strain. Keep off it for the next day or so." He advised.
"Thank you, Dr. Cullen." Isabella's mother came over and to them. She too eyed the doctor carefully. She turned to Edward and smiled warmly.
"Edward, I heard you received a car. Would you give Isabella a ride home? I am afraid our car would not allow Isabella room for her injured foot." She asked. Edward was surprised that she knew, it was only presented to him just before he came tonight. He wanted to surprise Isabella with it tomorrow.
"Of course, Mrs. Swan." He lifted Isabella in his arms and followed the Swans out of the hotel. Isabella wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried to the car. She had never felt safer than when she was in his arms.
A half-hour later he was about to leave the Swans' house when he asked to speak to Chief Swan.
"Chief Swan, may I have a word with you in private." He asked nervously.
"Good ahead, Mrs. Swan is upstairs attending to Isabella." He answered gruffly.
"I wanted to ask your permission, sir, to court Isabella." Edward held his hat in his hands.
Chief Swan eyed him carefully before answering. He knew this day would be coming for years.
"If Isabella wants you to court her, then I will not stand in the way." He smiled and offered his hand to the young man.
"Thank you, sir." Edward smiled as he left.
Since it was still early he returned to the celebration. He had barley entered the ballroom when he was intercept by his father.
"Son, where have you been," He spoke firmly, he was unhappy with his son leaving in the middle of the party.
"Miss Swan was injured and I helped bring her home." Edward explained.
"Someone else could have done that. Your duty was to be here. How could you leave Miss Silver in the middle of the floor like that?" his father whispered harshly. Edward did not regret his moves, since Isabella needed him more.
"Something else needed my immediate attention." He answered.
"What deserves your attention more than the girl you will start courting?" Edward grew upset since he knew his father was not speaking of Isabella. His jaw clenched before he answered his father.
"The girl I am courting did get my attention first. I asked permission of Chief Swan and Miss Swan. We are now courting." Edward told him. His father paled since he was in the process of making arrangements with Mr. Silver.
"Gentlemen, what is going on over here?" Mrs. Masen glided over sensing her husband about to yell. She hoped to calm them before things escalated into a scene.
"I was telling father that I am officially courting Isabella Swan." Edward told his mother. Her eyes widened with excitement. She hugged Edward hard, she was overjoyed at her son's choice. She could not have chosen better match herself for her son.
"Finally, I was starting to worry you might have waited too long." She smiled.
"I am afraid that will end. I have made arrangements with Mr. Silver to court his daughter." Mr. Masen spoke firmly.
"Father, I love Isabella. I have agreed to enter your firm at the schedule you have set. But I refuse to marry for anything but love." Edward argued back.
"Mr. Masen, how could you not notice that Isabella and Edward are meant for each other? Her family is respectable and hardworking. She is more than worthy for our son." Mrs. Masen implored her husband. She wanted her son to be married happily.
"I have made my decision," Mr. Masen was a man who refused to go back on his word.
"Then I am afraid you will have to be disappointed, Father. If I have to, I will leave with Isabella, because she is my choice and I have given her my word." Edward preferred working a low wage job than to give up Isabella.
"Mr. Masen, I do not wish to lose my son." Mrs. Masen looked at her husband sadly. He was a stern man, but he had also married for love not status. After seeing the look in his wife's eye he sighed.
"So be it," Mr. Masen grumbled and walked away.
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June
It had been a few weeks since Edward started courting Isabella. There were many walks, stolen kisses, flowers, ice creams and other sweets during that time.
Today was Edward's birthday. He picked Isabella up at her house to walk her to his own, for dinner. First, he wanted to go to the park by the river where they first met.
Edward handed Isabella a bag of breadcrumbs to toss.
"Be careful. I think the cook dropped something in there that should not be there. It would be bad if a duck ate it." Edward advised. He was nervous that Isabella would accidently toss his gift into the river. Isabella gave him a curious look as she ran her hand through the crumbs inside the bag carefully. Her hand bumped something small and hard and she pulled it out. She gasped as she found a sapphire ring in her hand.
Edward gently took it and knelt in front of her. After taking a deep breath he spoke.
"Isabella Marie Swan. I met you eleven years ago tossing crumbs to the ducks. I believe it was even that day I fell in love with you. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Edward's emerald green eyes shone brightly into Isabella's wide eyes.
"Yes," she cried happily as he slid the ring on her finger.
In his excitement, Edward leaned forward kissing Isabella passionately on the lips. Isabella pulled back blushing. She glanced around.
"Edward, we are in public," she whispered.
"We are engaged now. I may kiss you whenever I want," Edward smiled sly. Isabella grinned back. Edward lifted her off the bench and swung her around before kissing her again for all to see.
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September
Today was Isabella's sixteenth birthday. She sat in front of the mirror playing with the heart necklace that Edward had snuck over to her last night. He had to sneak because of the curfew issued due to the epidemic that was spreading.
She sat on his lap, a spot he insisted on when they were alone. After a few kisses and light touches he had left.
Before the epidemic, Isabella had been planning her wedding. It was set for a couple of weeks and she prayed that it would still happen.
There was a knock on the door and her mother entered. Isabella quickly tucked her necklace away from sight.
"Hello, dear, happy birthday." She smiled as she sat on Isabella's bed with a wrapped package on her lap.
"Thank you," Isabella blushed.
"It is hard to believe that you are all grown up and getting married." Her mother sighed. "This, my dear, is for you." She held out the package in plain paper. Isabella carefully tore off the paper to reveal a thick book with a plain black cover. She opened to see handwritten pages on yellowed paper. As she looked closer the writing confused her.
"What is this?" Isabella asked her mother. Her mother gave her a small smile before she revealed to Isabella the truth of her family.
"This is our family's Book of Shadows." She explained. However, this did not clear things up for Isabella.
"What is a Book of Shadows?" Isabella asked biting her lower lip.
"It is time that you should be told. You are a witch. Like myself and my mother before me and hers before her. You come from a long line of Higginbotham witches." Her mother explained.
"I am a…witch…that can not be true." The book slid from Isabella's lap and hit the floor.
Isabella watched as the book rose from the floor and floated back to her mother with wide eyes. Her mother stayed patient as she knew it was hard news to adjust to.
"You are, my daughter." Isabella recalled times when she was younger she would see unexplained things happen. She had been afraid to tell anyone in case they laughed. She thought she had been dreaming.
"Is father a witch also?" Isabella asked.
"No, only females are. When a witch becomes sixteen she starts to receive her powers. By the Blood Moon she receives them in full. They transfer from mother to eldest daughter. Our transfer will happen quickly since it is only a month away. When you become a full witch I will become human. Your father and I will start to age again." Her mother explained. She closed her grey eyes and suddenly she appeared years younger, closer to the age of Isabella. When her eyes opened they were like amethyst.
"When you are a witch, you and your mate do not age. But with the help of spells from the book it will allow you to look aged so you do not bring notice to yourselves. It would be hard to explain to others how we are mother and daughter with how I normally appear." She explained.
"Your eyes, they changed color." Isabella whispered still in a state of shock.
"When we use our powers they turn amethyst." Her mother nodded. "Try and bring the book back to you. Close your eyes and picture moving the book from my lap to yours."
Isabella did as she was told. She tried to imagine the book floating in air to her.
"Isabella, open your eyes." She did to see the book floating in front of her. She reached out and grabbed it.
Isabella's heart beat rapidly against her chest, she could feel the necklace against it.
"Edward," fear came to her eyes. How does she explain this to him?
"Edward is your soul mate, your other half. By the Blood Moon you will be bonded to each other forever. He will not be able to leave you, nor you him. Like you, he will not age until you pass your gift to your eldest daughter. However, I would wait to tell him." Her mother patted her knee.
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A few days after the Isabella's birthday the epidemic hit the Masen's house, taking Mr. Masen Senior. Mrs. Masen took to her bed in grief and Edward was left to the task of making some arrangements, which was difficult since the city had more deaths than it could keep up with. Isabella wanted to help and be there, but Edward refused. He did not want his future wife to get sick.
After a frustrating day, he snuck a bottle out of his father's office and proceeded to drink it. After he was feeling slightly better, he had the desire to see Isabella. He missed seeing her. Holding her. Kissing her soft sweet lips.
He left his house quickly, stumbling across lawns as he cut through to the Swans. He approached and climbed the trellis as he did on her birthday and into her room. He could see her sitting by her vanity brushing her beautiful long hair. She looked like angel in her white almost sheer nightgown. He tapped on the window to get her attention. Isabella's eyes shot up and she glanced at the window, eyes widening on her visitor. She slipped her housecoat on feeling undressed.
"Edward, what are you doing here?" she opened the window and he slipped in. Instead of answering, he pulled her into his arms to kiss her hungrily and heatedly. He pulled her small body against his and she clung to his shoulders. Edward's hands started to roam and caress Isabella's body. She could taste the alcohol on his breath and was a little worried.
Isabella pulled her lips from Edward's to try and speak. He made it hard for her as his lips descended on her exposed neck and collarbone.
"Edward, we must stop. We are not married." Isabella mumbled as her coherent thoughts were getting cloudier by the second.
"We will be soon, love." His voice was husky as his hands pulled her hips closer to him. He needed her.
"Edward, something in your pocket is poking me." Isabella shifted against the bump and Edward moaned.
"There is nothing in my pocket," he sucked her ear into his mouth. Isabella reached down and touched the large bump in the center of Edward's pants.
"Right here," she looked at him. He finally glanced at her with dark hooded eyes that wanted to make her melt on the spot. He chuckled lightly.
"That would be my manhood, sweet innocent Isabella," Edward whispered with a wicked smile on his face. The blush that he loved was on her face. Isabella went to pull her hand away but Edward covered it with his own. He guided her firmly against him, rubbing up and down. He let out a moan, her touch was heaven.
"Edward, we must wait." Isabella whispered again.
"Why?" he growled in frustration.
"We are not married. What if I become with child?" Isabella answered. She did not want to cause anyone shame for not waiting until their wedding night.
"Then it will be the happiest day in my life. I want you to have my babies. Nothing will make me happier. We are to be married in a couple of weeks. Babies are born early all the time. Let me show you how much I love you." Edward argued. Isabella nodded her consent and Edward scooped her up and took her to bed.
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Isabella awoke in the morning in Edward's arms. Although she was slightly sore, she was happy. She stretched and looked up to see Edward gazing at her. His head hurt from all he had drank the night before and he had a vague account for what happened. He took Isabella's innocence last night.
"Are you sore, love," he whispered. She shook her head lying; she was too ashamed to tell him otherwise.
"I beg your pardon for taking advantage of you. It was shameful to put my needs above yours." Edward was sorrowful.
"Do you still want to marry me?" Isabella's eyes grew concerned.
"Yes, of course," Edward promised kissing her forehead.
"Then do not apologize." Isabella smiled and Edward smiled back.
"I should go before your father finds me here." Edward got out of bed. Isabella blushed at the state of both their undress and grabbed her housecoat and slipped it from bed herself.
Edward started to dress quickly.
"Edward, you need a mask, take mine. It is on the vanity." Isabella suggested. He grabbed it and looked down at the book that laid open. His eyes skimmed the lines, it was like a book of spells.
"Isabella, what is this?" he turned to the very pale girl who stood frozen with dread.
"It is my Book of Shadows. My mother told me on my birthday that we are witches." Isabella's voice was low and she was scared. He did not seem to be taking this well.
"A witch? Is this some type of joke? You should not tell falsehoods like this." Edward grew angry.
"I am not. Look." Isabella gestured to her hairbrush, which rose in the air and floated to her. Her brown eyes were now amethyst. Edward jumped back and Isabella fought the urge not to cry, she was terrified she was going to lose him.
"You made a deal with the devil," Edward accused and Isabella shook head furiously.
"I have not. That is untrue. Let me explain." Isabella pleaded.
"Witches bring curses. It is your fault for the epidemic, you killed my father." Edward growled and Isabella winced.
"I did not, I swear I would never." Isabella was hurt to be accused of something so terrible.
"If you are a witch, why did you not save him? You disliked him, since he thought you were not good enough for me and he was right." Edward regretted the words as they left his mouth. Isabella looked at him with tears and hurt in her eyes.
"I am only a new witch. I do not have the power to save people like that." Isabella whimpered feeling betrayed. "Please, let me explain it to you."
"Why should I trust the word of a witch?" Edward shook his head.
"I am to be your wife." Isabella whispered reaching out for him.
"No, I can not marry you. I can not be a part of this. Give me my ring, please." Edward held out his hand. With trembling hands Isabella removed the ring and placed it in Edward's. Her heart was beginning to break. Her mother had promised he would not leave her. She reached for the necklace as well.
"Here," She held it out to him.
"Keep it." Edward looked at the necklace. His own heart was breaking. The girl he loved was a witch. How could he possibly be with her?
"I do not want it." Isabella's voice broke as she dropped it into his hands. "I do not want any of your gifts." Suddenly teddy bears, books and other items flew off their shelves at him. Edward dodged them as he jumped out the window.
He heard Isabella's piercing scream of agony as he ran from the yard. Tears of his own ran down his cheeks and his heart shattered with the scream. He ran blindly until he reached the park where the ducks were. He collapsed on the bench as he sobbed in grief. What had he done? He spoke horrible things to his angel. He looked down at the ring and necklace in his hand. His sweet Isabella. He had to be wrong. She could never be evil. He was to marry her and she was to bare their children. She might even be with child now. What if their child was a witch? Would it matter to him? He shook his head. Mrs. Swan was always a kind lady, a bit off, but kind. Isabella could never be anything but kind. She could never have killed his father. His words came out in a fit of rage. He rubbed his chest where he felt the pain of the lost.
Edward closed his hand over the jewelry. He had to go back to her. He would beg on his knees for forgiveness. He would promise to listen to her explain. She would take him back, right? His words were said in a moment of stupidity. He meant none of it.
He got up off the bench and the world swirled around him and went dark.
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She was left alone in her room as she screamed and cried in agony. He left her alone. The Blood Moon had not occurred so he was not bonded to her. She felt as if she couldn't breathe it hurt so much. A hole had been punched inside her chest. She collapsed on the bench on her vanity.
"Isabella, open your door." Her mother pounded on the door. Isabella could not move from her seat. Her sobs overtook her as she glanced down at the book open to the spell to forget things. He was not coming back and it pained too much to think of him. She started to whisper the words hoping her powers were strong enough.
"Isabella, stop." Her mother used her power to get in the room as she yelled to her daughter just as the final word slipped from her mouth. Both her parents came into the room in their nightclothes.
"Isabella, what is wrong?" her mother was distressed as she saw her pale and unmoving daughter.
"What happened in here?" Chief Swan glanced around the room which appeared to have been hit by a storm.
"Isabella, stop! What happened." Her mother begged. Isabella started to rock back and forth staring straight ahead blankly, tear tracks still wet on her face. Her mother looked her over and noticed her ring was missing so was the necklace that she had tried to hide. Worried, she stood up and looked around the room. What happened last night last? When she had lasted looked he was to be at home. She walked to the bed and noticed the blood spots on the sheets. Isabella's nightgown was crumpled on the floor.
"Renée, who's shoes are these?" her husband asked her. They were Edward's and he had left unprotected from the epidemic. She had cast a protection spell on them to protect him. She figured he would go nowhere without them. She closed her eyes to search for Edward. He was passed out in the park after Isabella finished her spell. It was too late he was sick with the influenza.
"No, this can not be happening. It was not supposed to happen this way." Renée fell on the bed. She looked up at her husband in fear. "He is going to die and if he does we lose Isabella too. A witch can not survive without her mate after they are bonded." She told him.
"I though he was protected." He frowned.
"I placed a protection spell on his shoes. I didn't think he would go anywhere without them. He would have been only completely protected after Isabella received her powers in full. A mate becomes protected by immortality as the witch gets her full powers and after they are bonded." Renée explained.
"I thought they weren't bonded until the Blood Moon." He sat next to her on the bed. He was confused since he had never been a witch.
"A witch's first kiss selects their soul mate. Their bond is completed through mating anytime after her sixteenth birthday." She explained looking down at the sheets.
"Are you telling me that they…" Mr. Swan was a lost for words as he fumed.
"Yes, Charlie, last night. I thought they would wait for their wedding night. I did not think to look." Renée confirmed.
"I will kill him." Charlie snarled in fury.
"Not without killing your daughter." Renée shook her head.
"What happen to her?" Charlie looked at his daughter who was still staring at nothing with a blank look.
"She used a spell on herself to forget. But it can not destroy the bond, nothing can. Right now her mind is a blank slate but Edward is still deeply engrained in her." Renée explained.
"Can you restore it?" Charlie looked concerned.
"Yes, but you heard the agony she was in. It will continue as long as he is away from her." Renée was trying to figure out what to do. How can she save Edward from dying? She looked in his future again and noticed he was being taking care of by the doctor that was a vampire. Her eyes opened, perhaps he was the answer. She had studied Dr. Cullen after realizing he was a vampire. He drank only from animals and was alone. She made a decision again and closed her eyes to see if it would work. Edward's life would be saved, but Isabella would be in danger around him. She glanced further and further into the future. The Cullen family continues to grow. Just before Renée gave up she found out it could work, but she would have to time jump her family nearly a hundred years.
"I have an idea. I will ask Dr. Cullen to change Edward into a vampire and it will save him. I will have to plant it in his head that his mother convinced him to do it. Edward's memory is already erased as Isabella's spell worked on him. I will have to erase us from the memories here and with my brother's family. We will then have to time jump years ahead." Renée spoke slowly.
"Why the time jump?" Charlie frowned. Jumping took a lot out of his wife energy.
"Although Dr. Cullen drinks from animals and Edward will too, Isabella's blood would be too strong for him to resist. Then there will be others that will pose as a danger. After she gets her powers, she can defend herself, but not without destroying the vampire." Renée explained her plan.
"This is the only way?" Charlie asked.
"It is all I can think of. If I could turn back time, I would. Can you think of anything?" Renée looked at Charlie. He tried to come up with something, but he was at a loss.
"So where is it in time we are going?" He finally asked.
"Forks, Washington in the year two thousand and five. I will make you the police chief there too. I will not be able to be there, so it will be you and Isabella, but you should call her Bella." Renée's eyes were closed.
"Why not you?" Charlie demanded.
"They will have a vampire who sees the future with them. She will not see me and the family will be on alert. We want them calm. Plus Edward will be a mind reader so we will have to be careful what we think around him. Bella will be able to block him, from what I can see, it must be her special power. Each witch gains a new power that the one before her does not have." Renée answered.
"I just do not see why we do not tell the truth from the start. I think hiding it may cause more harm" Charlie shook his head.
"I can not restore one's memory without restoring the other's. Isabella may try to rush to him before he can handle her scent. I am not sure why he left or how he was able to do it. Edward, might even run again thinking he is protecting her. They will fall in love with again with no memory they are going to be drawn to each other. What I can see is not perfect but it is what I can see. I will bind Isabella's powers, slowing down the process. They will come back by the Blood Moon of the year we jump to. If Blood Moon occurs I will lose my powers and we can not help them further. If they are not with one another they will always feel as if their other half is missing and not be able to move on without knowing why." Renée answered. Charlie was against this, but finally agreed.
A/N:
So Emmett is related to Bella. He would've been about two at the time.
It wasn't uncommon for arranged marriages but Edward fought against it.
I am sure some might be upset with Edward for running at first. But the poor guy was overwhelmed. Between being hung over, upset that he might have taken advantage of Isabella(he didn't), his father dying and finding out Isabella was a witch, he was pushed over the edge. At least he was about to head back.
How could he run without his shoes? He was too busy ducking flying objects to notice.
A lot more of witches was explained. It will come up later but Edward's memory was erased because of Isabella's spell. When a witch casts a spell like that on herself it would affect her bonded mate too. Isabella didn't know that.
Renée can see the future but it is different than Alice. She may be able to see everyone but she has to look for the future it doesn't come to her. Therefore she wouldn't see snap decision or changes in visions after she looked.
I have Charlie as the opposing view, because I am sure there are some who think that Renée is making this more difficult than it has to be. She means well though.
Forks is up next and will be done a little different than the 1900's. Everyone knows that story so I didn't want to bore you. We will also head back to the present.
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I now followed the sounds of crying and screaming reminding me months ago when we found her in her room.
"He left her in the woods." I hissed.
"She ran in after him. He is a vampire he was long gone and probably didn't know she was following him." Renée answered.
"I don't get this, Renée. You claim they are mates but he ran again." I huffed in irritation.
