The Rings of Saturn

By Aly

Disclaimer: take my word on this; if I had wrote Twilight (and New Moon) I wouldn't be registered as a FanFic user. Just a fan; not the creator.

Note: Thanks so much for your reviews. You didn't exactly answer my questions; but I figure that you don't like cliffies. I'll do a sequel.

This chapter is just one big foreshadow.

Chapter 11- Caught in the Crossfire

I heard voices downstairs; though they were hushed and my senses were dulled with sleepiness, but I still could tell the people involved.

"Well; she is eighteen. I can't exactly forbid her to do anything anymore," I felt sorry for him. Living with a daughter in a pretty series relationship; always worried that she'd trip over something and hurt herself or worse; her boyfriend would leave her and she would decline into an unintelligible, unaware state. Worrying that she was too attached to him; worried that they'd break it off and she'd be alone like him for the rest of her life.

"Think on it," a voice that was unmistakably Edward's, he sounded hopeful about something. I yawned and left to get dressed; putting it out of my mind. I'm sure I would be told eventually. I wasn't in the mood to argue with either of them to find out what they had been talking about.

Grumbling incoherently about surprises and what-not; at least until I found what I was looking for. I shrugged on a sleeveless shirt that, in my opinion, was far too tight. The russet color offset my jeans with a dazzling flair only Alice could create. Still in the mirror it made me look different; like a perfect little fold-out model shoot in a magazine. Even I had to admit though; Alice could make even me look beautiful when she tried. Not compared to her; compared the rest of the non-vampire world. Even when she didn't doll herself up, both her and Rosalie were exceptionally, angelically beautiful.

My hair was simple; I just left it down, I knew Edward liked in when my hair was down. Finished; I rushed downstairs, hoping brightly that Edward would still be there. To my disappointment, he wasn't.

"Hey Dad," I said. I faked my cheery attitude; hoping he couldn't tell. I was burning with curiosity but I repressed it beneath layers of other emotions. My emotions were on a whirlwind of everything I had experienced in the last few days. Every feeling; every exchange of words seemed to rush by as I realized what tomorrow was. It was Monday of the last day of school. The tests had gone by and I had passed. I had even done exceedingly well in my English; though not so well in H

History, but I still passed.

All that was left; I thought, racking my brain for Monday's events. The grad ceremony, right! Followed many hours after by the event that promised to be a disaster waiting to happen; the Prom.

It was odd to have the prom on grad night; but Forks was small so I figured that its small student population was what caused the oddity.

I put the instigation of chaos out of my mind. What would come would come and I knew that at least Edward would be there to face it with me.

Almost reluctantly, I pulled myself from the thought as Charlie addressed me. "Bella, I was talking to Edward this mourning…"

I knew that if I didn't prompt him, he wouldn't be comfortable enough to initiate any more detail in this conversation.

I hoped my voice sounded neutral but politely interested. "Oh? What did he say?" I asked.

He looked tired; almost as if he was contemplating telling me. "He asked me if it was ok if he asked you to move in with him. I don't think he wanted me to tell you; but…"

He trailed off; I was startled. I wanted to; of course. But at the same time…

"Well, Dad," I tried to break it gently. "I would love to; but will you be ok?"

He rubbed his temples. I sat across from him; stirring some sugar into my cereal yet not averting my attention from this conversation.

"I managed before you came; if you really want…" He seemed unable to continue his sentence. I had lived with him for the last two years; and even his non-involvement in my childhood didn't change the fact that I was his daughter.

"Dad," I started; fighting to keep my voice from cracking. "There has to be a time…" I changed my route; trying to appeal to his sensitivities. "Dad, I really, really, love Edward Cullen. But I want you to be ok."

"Bella, I can't keep you here when you want to be somewhere else." His eyes were distant and I imagined he was imagining what had happened when Edward left so suddenly; when he tore me open and vulnerable.

The tension was pressing down on me; I knew that something was going to happen soon. "I love you dad." I stood, leaned over and kissed his forehead. "I'm off to see Alice. Don't get into trouble ok?"

I tempted to lighten his mood as I reached for the phone to call Alice.

"I love you to, Bells" I smiled at him as I heard a car pull up. I looked outside and saw Alice; she must have seen something to draw her here.

"See ya." I called as I headed out the door. Slipping my feet into a pair of appreciatively flat shoes that I knew Alice probably wouldn't approve of.

I walked over to her car; she was driving the familiar Volvo, I suppose she thought Charlie would be surprised if he saw her new car: a shiny 911 Turbo in bright banana yellow.

As she backed out of the driveway and sped out towards the house; I could see her eyes grazing over my clothes.

"There's a pair of really nice shoes in the compartment under the dash," She said evenly. "That is the last time you wear buttercup ballet flats with that outfit."

I fished out the shoes that looked similar to weapons of a suicide mission. They were chocolate brown closed-toe stilettos. I examined them closer and discovered the stitching was the same russet red as my shirt. I figured that meant she had seen this scene; or one like it and it wasn't bad; otherwise she probably wouldn't try to force me into shoes that looked positively fatal.

"No way, Alice" I said evenly and decisively.

She ignored me and continued onto the next subject. "Charlie ruined the surprise. Too bad, anyways that's not what I wanted to talk to you about."

I discarded the shoes onto the floor of the sports car. "What then?"

She gave me a disproving glance. "Shoes Bella!" then she continued with her response to my question. "Well, if you go through with the plan; you will have to never see Charlie and Renee again. You know that, right?"

I nodded simply as I slowly slipped on the ominous shoes. "Well, we can't have them coming to look for you. In their minds; you must be dead."

Silent tears leaked down my face. I knew it was inevitable; life was so unfair.

"How am I going to die?" I asked; simply, almost calmly.

She shook her head at what I would do to just be with Edward. "Driving home from the prom, you're going to get hit by a mystery vehicle that is completely at fault. You and Edward are both going to die in a car accident."

"Will it hurt very much?" I asked her; changing the subject even though my choice of words could be interpreted as an extension of the conversation.

"I don't know." She whispered, almost sadly. I was talking about so many things; the transformation; loosing me for Renee and Charlie. I was talking about my own destruction so calmly that suddenly I knew that even whatever trouble I had gotten myself into before with my klutz gene and danger attraction couldn't compare to this. My knowing decline into what I called heaven and Edward called hell.