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Shadows

Despite having told Charlie about the wedding, I was still putting off telling Renee. Charlie was right; Renee was the one that would see this as a bad decision. Charlie had, for better or worse, loved my mother and would have stuck by his marriage vows forever if he'd been able to. If Renee had her way, the marriage would have never happened.

So I put if off and Edward was less insistent about telling her than he had been with Charlie. Even Alice kept looking into the future whenever I decided to tell Renee and telling me "Maybe you should wait a little longer."

"You've got mail," Charlie said, tossing an envelope onto the table in front of me. I barely glanced up from my toast, expecting it to be from Renee, but the envelope was too crisp and business-like for that. "Miss Isabella M. Swan" appeared in typed letters on the front.

Charlie was hovering, waiting for me to open it. Clamping the toast between my teeth, I used my knife to slice open the paper, not willing to risk a paper cut. I pulled the sheaves of paper free and unfolded them, reading quickly.

"It's my acceptance for Vassar College," I said.

"That's good, right?"

"Sure. It's where I want to go." I feigned a smile and tossed the letter down, chewing slowly.

Truthfully, I'd forgotten all about the few college applications I'd sent off earlier in the year. The future that I'd been contemplating when I wrote them was never going to come to pass now; I wasn't planning on going to college at all in the near future. Edward's return had changed all of that.

"Alright, I need to head off." Charlie frowned at me, clearly not convinced by my false cheeriness. "I'll be home for dinner."

As soon as he was gone, Edward let himself in through the back door. He'd gone home to change as he did every morning and was now in a black t-shirt and my favorite new blue jacket. He sat down on the other side of the table from me.

"Morning, love. Receive anything interesting in the mail?"

"I'm sure Alice has already told you," I replied, getting up to put my plate in the sink. "Besides, it's irrelevant now."

"It doesn't have to be, you know," he murmured, pulling me to towards him by my hips and letting his hands settle on my butt. He lifted my t-shirt up so he could kiss along my ribs and I giggled when he reached a ticklish spot.

"We've already decided this. The sooner the better, remember?"

He looked up at me, lower lip jutting out in an exaggerated pout. "You won't even consider college?"

I bent down so our lips brushed against each other as I spoke. "You shouldn't pout when you're over a hundred years old." I bit down on his lower lip, gently enough that it wouldn't do any damage to my teeth but he'd still feel it. He somehow managed to turn it into a proper kiss, pulling me onto his lap so as much of our bodies pressed together as they could like this.

When we broke apart, he slid me into the chair next to him.

"This is something we need to talk about, actually." His face was quietly serious. "It's not exactly a pleasant topic of conversation, but if you want to be changed sooner rather than later, we're going to have to have it."

"What is it?"

He frowned and took my hand, stroking his fingers along the back of it. "I've been thinking about what we'll have to tell your family when you change. We need a cover story, so that no-one will think to question it when you disappear."

I let out a gust of breath. I knew it was an inevitably, but to be discussing it was very final. "You mean faking my death?"

"I do." The furrow of his brow deepened and he reached up to run his fingers through my hair, stroking along the back of my neck. If he was trying to soothe me, it was working.

"Do you have any thoughts about how we'd…do that?"

"I've mentioned it to Alice and Carlisle. We thought that moving the entire family would be a good idea, since we're nearing the end of our time in Forks anyway, and the North East works. Carlisle can get a more prestigious job in one of the university hospitals and Esme will want to be near her children anyway, so it's believable. New England is also far enough away that Charlie and Renee won't visit. We can move out there straight after the wedding, and treat it as our honeymoon too. Then during the honeymoon we'll have an…accident. One that leaves no bodies. The rest of the family will stay where they are, and we'll move on under new identities."

I thought about it for a moment, twining my fingers again and again through Edward's. It had to be done but I knew what this would do to my parents. I wanted immortality, but there were hard choices to be made on the way. People around me would suffer and there was no way to avoid that.

"That sounds plausible, I guess. So I accept the offer?" I gestured to the letter.

"You probably should. Even if we never make it to enrollment, at least there will be a paper trail that backs up our story."

I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder. "I'm glad I only have to do this once."

"Are you sure I'm worth this?" he whispered, and when I glanced up I saw the doubt flit through his eyes.

"I'm sure. If there's anything in my life I've been sure about, it's you," I promised.

'***'

Charlie's acceptance of Edward had led to a lot of baseball-watching sessions in our living room. Edward didn't care much for any other sport, but baseball, he'd informed me, had been his first true love, and he was glad he could share it with Charlie. The true love comment earned him a few days in the doghouse, but I'd relented when he'd threatened to start buying expensive gifts to make it up to me. As soon as the first bouquet of exotic flowers – half of which I didn't know the names of – arrived, and I struggled to carry it into the house, I rang him to let him know we had a truce. He's also spent hours telling me that I was his one and only love and proved it by spending hours carefully exploring my body with his mouth.

Most of the time when Edward and Charlie were watching a game I spent time with Alice or Angela, but Angela was on a date with Ben, and Alice had delicately informed me that Jasper had a week's worth of Edward-induced steam to burn off. I was, apparently, welcome to hang out at the Cullens' house, but I was afraid of what I might stumble upon.

It was easier to curl up on the couch next to Edward – not too close, in case Charlie's trigger finger got itchy – and read "North and South" while they bantered over the game. I also had a shiny new bar of Dairy Milk to soothe my irritation.

"In the latest shocking twist to this story, reports are emerging that a dozen or more bodies have been discovered in a warehouse on the outskirts of the city. It's looking increasingly likely that the police are dealing with a serial killer, and this discovery could link the disappearances of several city residents dating back months."

"I'm glad I'm not involved in this case," Charlie muttered to no one in particular.

I glanced up from my book to see a 'Breaking News' ticker rolling across the screen. A reporter stood on a rainy street, a crime scene tape behind him and several cops milling around in the background.

"Involved in what?" I asked.

"The murders in Seattle."

I shook my head. "I haven't really been paying attention to the news." Edward had leaned forwards, apparently paying close attention to the t.v., which usually meant he was trying to focus on Charlie's thoughts.

"There have been bodies turning up for a few weeks now. The details haven't been released, but apparently it's pretty gruesome. The cops in Seattle couldn't connect the deaths at first, but this makes it looks like there's a serial killer at work."

I glanced at Edward, who was still deep in concentration. "That's horrible."

Charlie sat back and cracked open another beer as the screen changed to the day's sport's highlights. "For the time being, I don't want you anywhere near Seattle."

"We wouldn't dream of it," Edward replied. The way his eyes flicked to me, I knew there was more to it.

"So, what is it?" I asked when we were bedded in for the night.

"What's what?" he replied, trying to distract me by lapping at my neck.

"What was that about earlier? You were paying far too much attention to that news story."

He sat up and leaned back against the headboard, gathering me in his lap.

"I heard Charlie's thoughts as he was explaining it to you. He left a lot out to spare you the worst, but he has a couple of friends in the Seattle force that have given him some details."

"So why are you worried? It's not like this killer can harm you, and I intend to stay far away from Seattle until he's caught."

"That's a relief, actually. But from what Charlie knows, I don't think this is a human killer."

"How did you figure…no, I don't need to know. Do you think it's a vampire?"

"I do. It sounds like a nomad, and most likely a newborn at that, given the chaos it's leaving behind when it feeds. The thing that worries me is that this could bring the Volturi to investigate. This vampire is breaking our cardinal rule about not drawing attention to our existence, and sooner or later they will come to deal with it."

"Why is that bad? They come and get rid of the newborn, and the murders stop. It's better for everyone."

He sighed. "I don't think it will be that easy. I went to them to beg for my death, and then disappeared. They know I'm not dead since Carlisle has been in touch, but they don't know why I changed my mind. They don't even know why I wanted to die, and this would be a convenient reason for them to send the guards to call on us. That exposes us to the risk of them finding out about you."

"They don't know about me?"

"No – I was very careful not to touch Aro when I petitioned them. Aro is their leader, in a way, and he has the power to read every thought you've ever had, just through one touch of skin. It's impossible to keep secrets from him. If they came here and discovered you, they would try to kill you."

I shuddered and wound myself further into his embrace. "So what are you going to do?"

"We'll think of something."

'***'

"You know you still have those tickets to Jacksonville?" Edward asked one morning on the way to school. He'd been like a kid on Christmas morning when Carlisle had given him the 'all clear' to drive again.

"No, I'd forgotten about them, actually," I confessed. "I guess you hadn't."

"I have had other things on my mind, but they expire soon and I think we should use them."

"There are a few flaws in that plan."

He looked at me sideways. We'd reached the school and he parked up, covering two spaces so no-one could get within scratching distance of the Volvo. "Such as?"

"It's Florida, in the summer. I know I haven't been to Florida but I have it on good authority that it's a very sunny place. Hence the nickname 'The Sunshine State'. That means you can't go and I'm not going without you."

He relaxed back into his seat. "I wouldn't expect you to, love. I'm definitely going with you. The good news is that Florida is due for some unseasonably wet weather next weekend, which would make it the perfect time for us to go."

"And tell Renee about us?" It wasn't exactly the kind of vacation I was hoping for. Chances were that telling Renee would put a damper on any fun.

"I think it will work better telling her face to face, rather than over the phone. She's only met me once and this will give her a chance to get know me."

"What does Alice think?"

"I haven't asked her. Sometimes we have to make decisions without relying on her too much."

"Alright. I'll run the idea by Charlie tonight."

There wasn't anything Charlie could do to stop me going, but now he and Edward were on good terms he was happy when I told him I was going. He actually looked a little too happy, and I knew there was something he wasn't telling me.

"If you want to arrange a fishing trip with Billy, dad, I wouldn't be upset."

"Has he apologized to you yet?"

"I haven't even seen him."

"It doesn't matter. He knows our phone number. He's in the wrong on this and until he makes amends, our friendship is on hold."

Edward kept a close eye on the weather forecast all that week to ensure Florida was indeed going to be cloudy and Cullen-safe. We arranged the flights to leave on Friday afternoon after school and come back on the Sunday. It wouldn't be much time at all with Renee – just under two days - but it might be better to get in, give the bad news and get out.

On Wednesday evening, Edward waited until after dinner to sit me down in the living room, my legs sprawled out over his lap and his arms round my hips. Charlie was at work and we had the house to ourselves so I was confused as to why we were downstairs.

"You look serious," I said. "This can't be good."

"It's nothing bad. I just wanted to let you know what's going to be happening while we're in Jacksonville. You hate it when I keep secrets so it's better if I tell you up front and avoid the argument." He rubbed small circles on my lower back as he spoke.

"You're learning." It was so hard not to melt into his touch. "What's going to be happening then? It has to be something for you to look so serious."

"Jasper, Alice, Emmett and Rosalie will be scouting in Seattle for the rogue vampire. They're going hunting to try and resolve the situation before the Volturi come to investigate."

"Is that safe? I mean, Alice is tiny – what if they get into a fight?"

"Bella, you never have to worry about Alice. For a start, she can always see an attacker coming and she can handle herself in a fight, dainty as she may look. Plus, Jasper would never leave her unprotected."

"Is he any good in a fight, though?" I couldn't picture it; he was usually so calm and quiet, and he was as lean as Edward. I know how deceptive that was, but if he was up against another vampire that wouldn't matter. The only person I would be happy throwing into a physical brawl was Emmett.

Edward chuckled. "Yes, you could say that. I'll have to tell you why sometime. If they find this vampire, with Jasper and Alice's extra abilities it doesn't stand a chance."

"But what if they get separated? What if the rogue has extra powers that we don't know about? What if it can block their powers?"

"Sssssh, love." He brushed a kiss on my forehead, breathing out so I inhaled his scent and relaxed. "You're getting worried about nothing. Powers are extremely rare in vampires. The only thing that gives the rogue any possible advantage is if it's a newborn like we think it is, and between the four of them they can handle one newborn."

"What's so special about a newborn?"

"They're stronger than other vampires. It's something to do with them still having their own blood – human blood – in their bodies from their change. It gives them more strength until their body uses it all up."

"Edward – that makes things worse!" I was imagining tiny Alice up against an Emmett-sized being that was actually stronger than Emmett. How could she possibly survive against that?

"It doesn't. Newborns have their weaknesses. They rarely know how to kill another vampire permanently and they lack the ability to think during a fight. Their minds are so clouded by bloodlust that they react completely on instinct and when you're up against an experienced vampire that's a critical flaw. Jasper is a master of strategy, so he's running the whole mission. Everyone will be perfectly fine. We need to concentrate on winning your mother over in Jacksonville."

I let it drop but my dreams that night featured dark city streets and a tiny sylph-like girl being stalked by a giant, flesh-eating monster. You didn't need Freud to work out what it meant. It was the first time since Edward's return that I'd woken up screaming and even as he hummed me back to sleep my mind whirled with all the things that could happen to my family.

Because that's what they were now, and I couldn't bear the thought of harm befalling any of them.

'***'

"Good evening, Bella," Jasper greeted me from the doorway of the Cullen house.

"Hi. Where is everyone?"

Edward had disappeared to hunt after school and asked me to come to the Cullens' after dinner.

"Still hunting. Edward asked me to spend a little time with you and explain a few things to put your mind at ease."

"Oh. Sure." I couldn't remember ever spending time with Jasper and I suspected this was on the back of my conversation with Edward last night.

"Shall we?" He waved me through to the living room and we sat down opposite each other.

"First of all," he began, "I want to apologize for my behavior on your birthday."

"Really, you don't have to, it - "

"But I'd like to. I know I struggle with my bloodlust more than the others but I was still the only one who tried to harm you. I'm sorry for that and I'm sorry for everything that happened as a result. I'm working to be stronger."

"Well…thanks." He shifted in his seat, more than a vampire would need to. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"Not at all. I've grown used to your scent since we returned and the house usually smells like you now – it makes things easier."

"No, I mean – I know Edward's, um, emotions have been making you uncomfortable lately. I just hope I'm not doing the same thing."

"Bella, as intense as your emotions are, they are nothing compared to a vampire's. I can tell when you feel the same way that Edward does but it isn't as intense. At the moment, Edward is so immersed in his desire for you that it's as strong as my own emotions. One day – soon, so I hear – you'll understand what the difference is between the way you feel and the way we feel."

"That's good to know. What was it that you wanted to tell me about…or what did Edward ask you to talk to me about?"

He smiled. "You know him so well. He told me earlier on that you had concerns about our upcoming trip to Seattle and what might happen to us."

"I'm worried what would happen to Alice if she ended up against a newborn."

"And I thank you for your concern, but believe me when I say it's not necessary. There's nothing on Earth that I would ever allow to harm a hair on her head, and I'm more than capable of following through on that. Did you know I was a Major in the Civil War?"

I shook my head. "I wasn't sure how old you even were. I knew you came from the South – the accent kind of gives it away – and I knew that you joined the family after Alice's change, but that's all."

"Well, now you know how old I am. And for the record, it was Texas. I was a young Major, but I'd proven my skill. I was a good leader, a good fighter, a good strategist, and a good Southern boy. I believed in what we were fighting for and I thought that would get me through the war.

"It might have done as well, but as is the case with many a man, a pretty face was my downfall. I was lured by the beauty of a woman, a woman I found out five minutes after meeting was actually a vampire. The moment I found that out was the end of my human life.

"The vampires of the Southern states lived differently to the way the Cullens live, or nomads live, or even the way the Volturi live in their bloodthirsty refinement. The cities were at war with each other, each one headed by one vampire and protected by an army. It's why I was chosen to become a vampire. They saw me in my uniform, deduced my rank and targeted me."

"What were they at war for?"

"The same reasons most wars come about – land, power. A handful of vampires wanted to control large territories and have free-reign with what they did with humans in their domains. They'd all been created in this new world and didn't see the Volturi as a true threat.

"I lived for years as one of these armies. People were taken at random and changed to see if they had what it took to fight. There were a lot of deaths and disappearances, which were mostly passed off as illness by the humans but anyone who knew what they were looking for could see what was happening. Most newborns died within days in fights over scarce food supplies, torn apart by each other. Only the strongest survived, and then survived again when the armies met for battle. I didn't know any other way. I thought this was how vampires lived for the longest time, in that violent corner of hell. In the end whispers came to us that there was another way and I left with a handful of others to become a nomad.

"It was fortunate that I left when I did. Not long afterwards the Volturi guard came and cleared up the cities. The armies had drawn too much attention and the Volturi destroyed them all."

I struggled to suppress a shudder. The more I heard about the Volturi, the more I knew that I didn't ever want to come face to face with them.

"I was born out of blood and fire, Bella, and those were the only things I knew for over a century. I've been near torn-apart many times and had to, literally, piece myself back together. Believe me when I say that one newborn – one dumb enough to leave a trail as clear as this one has – will not best me."

"Fine," I said. "I trust you to keep everyone safe."

"Glad to hear it. Now, has anyone ever taught you how to play Texas Hold 'Em?"

'***'

The weather in Jacksonville was miserable, as promised, although it was still degrees hotter than Forks. The sky hung above like a piece of wet slate, without even a hint of sunshine, yet I felt like I was walking through the cloying, oppressive air of an oven. It had me running for the bathroom repeatedly, paranoid about Edward being able to smell perspiration.

"I don't mind," he said as I emerged from yet another shower. "It's just part of your scent – you don't smell bad. It's the same as when we make love, so it definitely has positive associations for me."

"I'm fairly sure that if you were human you'd have some very kinky fetishes," I told him.

He was definitely a boon at night, when I could sleep sprawled across his body, which was better than air conditioning at keeping me cool. Renee was more liberal than Charlie and had expected us to share a bed, although we were as quiet as we could be. The house was on one level, only the hallway separating my room and hers, and I didn't want my mother to hear my bedsprings squeaking. She made one comment on the matter.

"Are you still on birth control? I just want to know that you're being safe."

She knew me too well to press for other details and I knew her well enough that she wanted them.

We spent Saturday at the beach and on the waterfront. I hadn't come all this way to not spend any time on the sand, although I didn't brave the water. Swimming was not a skill of mine and I expected it was freezing anyway.

Edward charmed Renee, using her thoughts against her to bring up topics of conversation she'd enjoy and throwing out compliments that she lapped up. He displayed his manners to full effect by way of constant opening of doors, pulling out of chairs and carrying of shopping. He even insisted on paying for dinner at an up-market seafood restaurant for us all. I somehow spent most of my time talking to Phil as Edward regaled Renee with tales of my latest incidents of klutziness and how well I was doing at school. I could see Renee melting towards him.

She cornered me on Sunday morning while cooking breakfast. Really, I was cooking and she was doing the few things I trusted her to get right.

"I like him, Bella. When we met before he struck me as a very intense young man – maybe a little too intense – but I suppose that was because of the situation. He's certainly devoted to you. Do you know, I asked him where he was planning to go to college and he told me he was going wherever you went."

And here it came.

"Bella, sweetheart, you know you're both very young - "

"I love him, mom, and he loves me. Of course we're going to plan a future together."

She opened her mouth to say something else, a glint of realization in her eyes, but Phil interrupted us in his eagerness for pancakes.

"We can't leave it much longer," I told Edward as I dressed. "I think she might have guessed anyway."

"Yes, I've noticed she's very perceptive. For all my charms, she doesn't like getting too close to me. I suppose that whatever went wrong in your brain to make you fearless around vampires wasn't inherited from her." I threw a sneaker at him, which he caught without even looking. "She's noticed how close we are too, especially the way I watch you all the time, and it worries her. I've tried to modify my behavior so I look a little less obsessive, but it hasn't been easy."

I sighed. "This doesn't bode well."

Phil and Edward had, naturally, bonded over their love for baseball and we ended up watching a game as rain lashed down outside.

"I could have stayed in Forks for this," I grumbled to no-one in particular. Even Renee was enthusiastic. Apparently, marrying a ball player had given her a passion for sport.

To save me from cooking and to spare all of us Renee's cooking, we ordered Chinese food and the baseball talk spilled over to the meal. I watched everyone's plate empty with growing trepidation. There was no way this was going to end well.

"Mom, there's something Edward and I need to talk to you about."

Her lips set in a thin line and I caught Edward's eye over her shoulder. The flash of alarm across his face didn't quell my nerves.

"I'll be in the garage, checking the Mustang's engine," Phil said and beat a hasty retreat.

"So," Renee prompted. We remained at the table and I gripped Edward's hand in mine.

"First off, I'm not pregnant."

"That's good to hear," she said drily. "There's only one other thing that you would want to say like this and I know what it is because I did the same when I was your age."

I couldn't meet her eye.

"Bella, honey, you're not going to like what I'm about to say but please hear me out. I've seen the way you two are together. I know it's intense and I know right now you think it'll always feel like that. But things change. You haven't got long until you go to college and your life will change so much that what feels right now might not feel right later on."

"Mom, college isn't going to change the way I feel about Edward."

"I'm not saying it will. I know you love each other. You don't have to get married to prove that. You can have a wonderful relationship without marriage and if you still feel the same way a few years down the line you can make it official then. You can even be engaged right now if you want, but marriage is too big a commitment. There's no earthly reason for you to jump into that at your age."

Edward was stroking the palm of my hand with this thumb and I focused on that feeling. She was right, there was no 'earthly' reason. How could I explain this to her when I couldn't tell her the most important details?

"That's not what we want. I nearly lost him a few months ago and I never want to go through that again. This isn't about time, because time will change nothing. None of us know how much time we have left and I don't want to waste a second of it waiting for some unknown point in the future. We belong to each other and marriage is what we both want."

"Bella, please don't do this. I have nothing against you, Edward, but I barely know you and I don't think this is a good idea at all. Please don't make the same mistake I did."

"I'm not you. This isn't a mistake."

"Bella is my life," Edward said. "You say you don't know me, but you know Bella. You know how constant she is and you must have seen how she was when we were apart. This isn't something that will change for either of us. She's it for me. She's my life."

"You can't possibly know that! You're both eighteen years old. Life is going to change so much over the next few years and one day you'll wake up and realize that you wish you'd chosen differently."

I was choking back tears and gripping Edward's hand so hard I thought my bones might crack. "Mom, this is going to happen whether you like it or not. You're wrong about us and I wish there was a way to prove it to you. We didn't come here for your blessing but I'd like it anyway."

"Oh, Bella." Renee was clearly trying not to cry as well. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I can give it. If you just waited a few years…"

I was really crying now, burning tears pouring down my cheeks and I felt someone lifting me from the chair.

"I think it's best if we leave," I heard Edward say.

"If you think so," Renee replied. "I love her too Edward and I only want what's best for her. Do you hear that Bella? I love you. It's why I can't agree with this."

I cried all the way to the airport, not even sure why I was so upset, and passed out on the plane. Edward shook me awake gently when we landed at Sea-Tac and I drowsed in the car on the way back to Forks. It was only when I was in my own bed, nestled against him that I began to rise out of the fog.

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm so upset," I said to him. "I mean, I know I wanted her to be happy for us but I was prepared for her to not be. It's not like she was angry or nasty about it. I even understand why she isn't happy. It just…hurts."

He rearranged our bodies so our faces were inches apart on the pillow and ran a thumb over my cheek, following the smudge-lines left by my tears.

"Of course you're upset by this," he murmured. "First of all, she's your mother and you'll always want her approval. Then, this is one of the last times you'll ever see her. Even if it she comes to the wedding and sees you off to college, you have a limited amount of time left with her. Instead of getting to enjoy that time, it ended like this."

"What am I going to do? I can't leave things like this."

"Talk to her, just like you always have. We have a few months to win her round. I promise you that she'll be at the wedding, whether she agrees with this or not."

His cell phone beeped and he cursed, reaching into his jeans to retrieve it. "It's a message from Carlisle," he mumbled, flipping the phone open to read it. His expression changed to register alarm.

"We have to go. He wants us at the house now."

We were out of the bed and at the window before I had time to register anything more than the panic rising in me.


"Can you tell what it is yet?" That joke may only make sense to Brits and Aussies.

Soooo...more angst. Hopefully not too heartfail though. I am planning to start a series of outtakes from this story, which will mainly be fluffy/smutty moments (okay, they'll be 99% smutty) that don't fit the flow of this story. If you have any suggestions of what you'd like to see, review or PM me and I'll consider it.

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