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I don't own Twilight...yet...

NOTICE: There are snippets of Twilight and New Moon in this book that I do not own.

Chapter 11 - Detonation

Bella Swan

Edward Cullen...

My neighbor giggled in embarrassment, looking at the table like I did.

"That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one who left was Alice Cullen; they all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife." She said this under her breath. - Twilight, pg.20

My breath, however unnecessary it was, caught in my chest painful. My throat flexed, and venom pooled in my eyes. Memories flooded me one by one, like a painful flood gate being released inside my mind and body. A terrible zap of pain was released from my dead heart every time a newly uncovered memory came, like a flash of lightning without the thunder. I could hear people trying to reach me through their speech, but I was to far away in my thoughts. My life. My memories.

I didn't look up as I set my book on the table and took my seat, but I saw his posture change from the corner of my eye. He was leaning away from me, sitting on the extreme edge of his chair and averting his face like he smelled something bad. Inconspicuously, I sniffed my hair. It smelled liked strawberries, the scent of my favorite shampoo. It seemed and innocent enough odor. I let my hair fall over my right shoulder, making a dark curtain between us, and tried to pay attention to the teacher. - Twilight, pg. 23-24

I groaned, and barely felt my head hit the dining room table, and briefly heard the wood splinter and crack. Some one was holding my shoulders, trying to pull me from my slump against the wood. I sucked in a deep breath, almost like a human preparing for a dive into a great, mighty pool of water, and dived back into my former reality.

My name is Edward Cullen," he continued. "I didn't have a chance to introduce myself last week. You must be Bella Swan."

My mind was spinning with confusion. Had I made up the whole thing? He was perfectly polite now. I had to speak; he was waiting. But I couldn't think of anything conventional to say. - Twilight, pg.43

Something bubbled up from my vocals, to my throat, and passed my lips. Next thing I knew I could hear the low undertone of my screaming, pain stabbing me all around. As painful as it was, I went back and rummaged through my memories. Charlie, Renee, Phil, Angela, Jessica, Mike, Eric, Tyler, Jacob, Rosalie, Jasper, Emmett, Alice, Carlisle, Esme, Edward-...Edward...

"Now," he breathed, and just his smell disturbed my thought process, "what exactly are you worrying about?"

"Well, um, hitting a tree -" I gulped "-and dying. And then getting sick."

He fought back a smile. Then he bent his head down and touched his cold lips softly to the hollow at the base of my throat.

"Are you worried now?" he murmured against my skin.

"Yes." I struggled to concentrate. "About hitting trees and getting sick."

His nose drew a line up the skin of my throat to the point of my chin. His cold breath tickled my skin.

"And now?" His lips whispered against my jaw.

"Trees," I gasped. "Motion sickness."

He lifted his face to kiss my eyelids. "Bella, you don't really think I would hit a tree, do you?"

"No, but I might." There was no confidence in my voice. He smelled an easy victory. - Twilight, pg. 362

"Answer me, damn you!" A familiar deep and dark growl shattered the glass material of my thoughts, my eyes suddenly able to focus on this angelic face before me. Crimson eyes lined with black stared at me seriously, the smooth, pale, handsome face around the eyes were drawn. Caius. His jaw was set and he had a different wild look in his eyes. When he saw my focus trained on him, he drew me closer, his eyes examining me hard. "Bella..." He stated, his voice rough with some kind of emotion.

I was aware that we were in Caius's study, Caius holding me tightly in his grasp.

As I looked into his eyes, the first thing I could spit out was, "Don't leave!" My head ducked forward, hiding in the crook of his neck as deep as I could force it to go. "Please don't leave me! Not like he did! Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I sobbed, a painful fireworks display exploding in my chest.

Caius said nothing, just holding me protectively against his chest, a small growl coming from him. My thoughts went to the last memory of Edward Cullen, and I cried out, terrified. This pain was so much more intense now that my past was here. Now I knew why the Volturi was hiding everything from me, and I could only wish that I was back to that, completely oblivious of my past and steadily falling for the white-blond haired Volturi king.

Caius Volturi

I held her in my arm as she shook and cried, my mind circling around like a tornado. My instincts to protect my mate from all and any kind of pain was veiling me, making me fidget occasionally to run my fingers through her hair or murmur something comforting in her ear. It was occasional, and a part of me wished that I could to do so much more, but it was all I could offer being myself. Aside from my protective instincts, on the inside, radiating from the spot were my unbeating heart lay, rage fueled my loathing towards the Cullen family.

How dare he break what does not belong to him? What he does not feel as strongly towards as I? How dare he hurt my mate in such a way? And there was almost nothing I could do as I watched her shatter before my eyes. All I could do currently was pick up the pieces and hold her together, allowing myself to be her glue, stitches, and band aids, metaphorically of courses. The urge to roar with rage was beginning to gnaw at my throat uncomfortably, and I settled for growling to myself quietly. Every time she whimpered or sobbed exceptionally loud compared to her quiet sniffling, my growl would come out like a muffled tiger.

A soft knock at my door made me hiss in irritation, my arms covering Bella in a way so that her shivering form could not be seen beneath the long material of my cloak, which I had changed into whilst Suplicia held my mate in comfort. I let out an angry noise, warning who ever was behind the door to leave instantly, but the door just opened any way.

Aro and Marcus slowly entered, their faces impassive except for the subtle hints of concern they had for my mate. I glared at them as they slowly edged into the room, cautious of my mood. Marcus, most likely braver then he felt, walked around the desk and dared to lay his hand upon my mates shaking shoulder through my cloak. I hissed and she whimpered, her head shooting up in alarm. Teary, venom filled eyes wide with emotion stared at Aro and Marcus as she looked up.

Marcus tilted his head, and said softly, "Her bond towards him is breaking."

"Who?" Aro asked quietly, as Bella looked on in confusion.

"Edward," I hissed at Marcus when Bella flinched, but he continued to stare at her thoughtfully, "But he bond towards Caius is a bit strained at the moment. She is confused, but I can guarantee, brother, that she cares for you like you do her." Marcus confirmed with a nod, making Bella look at me curiously, despite her pain.

"We were just checking in, brother. We will leave you now," Aro said quietly, silently gliding towards the door with Marcus at his heels.

When the door clicked shut, I looked at Bella. Her chest gave a small heave, a little sob making he lips quiver. I leaned forward, my eyes shutting lightly as I gave her nose a nudge with my own. She didn't respond, a flash of some unknown pain jolting my chest. But, as I began to pull away with a hidden wound on my conscience, she reached forward and lightly gliding her nose against my jaw line. Satisfied with her response, I pressed my lips against her forehead.

"Caius?" She whispered, her voice cracking slightly.

I lifted my head back, letting her see my attentive gaze.

"Why did you want me, even though you knew I was broken?" Bella asked, shocking me despite my impassive face.

At first I didn't answer, just held her tightly against my chest. I pondered my answer carefully, knowing I was only skirting around another pain-induced shock to either of us. Finally, when I had my answer, I replied, "You are mine, and I am yours. I would not matter whether one of us was broken or in pain, because the other would be here to pick up what ever was left of our hardship and put us back together. Just like I will do for you." I couldn't force myself to say it in an emotional voice. I couldn't force myself to show her my affection. But I knew that she knew that it was my best, and that was satisfying enough.

Piper: ...This chapter was a piece of crap, wasn't it?