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"I know I did. I'm sorry, Bella." He whispered, and leaned forward. "Please, I can't lose you."
"But Edward," I whimpered. I looked up to meet his eyes. "You already did."
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Bella's POV.
It seems as if, when you are changed into a vampire. More than your strength and appearance is amplified. Beauty is one thing, and power is another. But there is that untouched subject of emotion. Human emotions – as I have experienced, are strong things. Manipulative, sometimes even wicked. If we were human, I wonder if the emotions would be as intense. If the betrayal would be as wounding. If the situation would be as wrong.
Girls have been cheated, wounded, beaten, and betrayed. But how many of them could say that they have committed the same sin in return? Committed the same wronging you accuse of your lover. Can it be called hypocritical? Or simply the impulse of moment. Adrenaline rushes so strong it catches you off guard, leaving marks from whiplash. Every single scar repulses you, reminds you of your vice actions. So then, how am I able to hold this against him, when I am guilty of the same wronging? But most of all; how am I able to judge and condemn when I am the one on trial?
His muscular face flooded my mind. And I found myself thinking about the one person who I have forgotten too easily. The one who was there, when Edward was not. The one with the wide smile, and dark eyes, long lashes, and a strong jaw. The one who sits upon the point of what is right, and what is immoral. The best friend who was hopelessly in love with a vampire.
I loved Jacob, up to an extent. I loved him in areas I knew Edward could never claim, yet there were areas in which Jacob would never fit. He filled some cracks when I was shattered, but not the deepest one. These last wounds seem untouchable. So powerful, that not even the one who had broken me, can fix. Jacob claimed a part of me when he fixed me. A part I thought I lost in the process of transformation. Two worlds, Jacob and I. Just as Edward and I had been. Separated due to the judgement of a higher being who decides to entangle our fates. So the question is: now what?
Where is there to go when you have reached the point of brokenness? When at the deepest depths of hell, burning in that inferno, only light can bring salvation, right?
Then, there is always that concept of fire.
When a fire blazes, engulfing everything in its path; when destruction is all it seeks, when it reaches its bottom level of all annihilation. It never burns out. Just an open window, the attempt to conquer the flames, feed its furious lust. Allowing it to grow, larger, stronger than ever before. Just the simplest gesture can set it off, pushing it towards insanity. Then, they say, that when another fire occurs, one just as mighty and as strong, it obliterates the first.
Fighting fire with fire.
Burning out with an anguished cry of defeat. Why? Because there is not enough air for both fires to co-exist. Sometimes, in order to solve life's most terrifying problems, you must show domination, rather than understanding. For it is that understanding, that feeds the flames of destruction.
So where am I to go now? As I sit in my own fiery inferno, in the midst of all pain and hurt. Which path am I to take?
There is always the path, the path I have walked upon so many times that it has become a second home. The path of the heartbroken. I have memorized every step, every curve and twist to this path, because I walked upon it, those years before. Caused by the same vampire who sits before me, only he is in my mercy, instead of me, in his.
Then there is another path. A path I am not familiar with, nor have heard of until this point. The path of redemption, of boldness, and determination. Not so violence, but rather strength. Perfect Edward and I may not be for each other, but fate sent, yes. Fate has brought us here, just as I presumed. But for what reasons? I used to believe it was for love, for cherishment and forgiveness. But now, as my heart, and my mind, drift farther from what is moral, I wonder if it simply for amusement. To be the ant under the microscope, or the fish out of water, squirming for its little life.
I stared at my Edward. His bronze hair fluttering in the breeze, his golden eyes, rimmed with black, starring at me. My eyes danced along his jaw line, remembering when I would shower it with kisses. His lips, the top lip fuller than the bottom, turned down in a frustrated frown. I remembered how we had our promises, and how I looked forward to the greater promise that approached.
Those vows said at the altar, bonding us as husband and wife. Offering us to the world as a pack, rather than an individual. Leaving all hate, and resentment in the past. Leaving the past, untouched and unspoken of. Maybe that is where we went wrong. Leaving the past simply…as the past. Allowing it to just sit there, like a heavy burden. We have addressed it before, but never enough, and never the right places. My pain was always the one on topic. The pain he forced upon me when he left. Then the pain he said he endured when he made the choice.
I wondered if Tanya relieved him of that.
The thought of her, another vampire, holding my Edward, taking the position he relieved me of. Pushing me away, and pulling Tanya in. The thought is what hurts me the most. How he had so easily accepted her into his midst of sorrow, hoping for a distraction. Distraction it may have been, but I doubt that, that went both ways.
He begged for forgiveness, redemption only I can give to him.
What strikes me the most is how I am in no condition to judge him of this.
Because I needed a distraction too. Only in a different form. I too, felt the pain of separation, and can relate to his sorrow and misery. Technically, we no longer belonged to each other within that time. Who am I to punish him for being free?
"Bella," He whispered quietly, in such a manner that broke my heart. "If you'd only consider…t-the regret and guilt that hovered over my shoulders, you could understand. Sometimes…pain is so intense…so powerful, you lose all sense of what is right, you don't function properly. I don't know how you'll understand that but –"
"I understand more than you could ever imagine." I interrupted, tears hovering on the edge of my eyes, of course, never falling. "Don't you dare accuse me of not knowing what pain is." I looked away, glaring at the meadow that used to be so beautiful to me. "I suffer through it every moment."
His eyes hardened, and he instantly dropped his eyes to the ground.
"You did lose me," I whispered, and reluctantly his eyes found mine again. "All those years ago, you lost me. You threw me into my own personal hell." I glared at him. "Don't do it again."
"That's what I'm trying to prevent," He replied quickly, his pained eyes begging me. "I don't want to go through this again. What I have done," He reached and grabbed my hand. "The wrongs I've committed. All the faults I may possess are the past. This is simply unnecessary pain."
I wondered which I was to believe this time.
Unknown POV.
They sat in the middle of their meadow. Her scent entranced me, along with his. They sat facing each other, pain evident on both their faces. I felt like I was intruding, by simply glancing at them I was in the midst of a deep secret. Secrets are my specialty; I live them, breathe them, hold them, and reveal them. The way they sit so close to each other, turned my stomach.
Her brown hair flew in the wind as she sat in a wedding dress.
A wedding dress.
We all had received their invitations, inviting me to their grand wedding. Finally, the two lost lovers reunited. Together once more, to dwell in prosperity and success. It sickens me that they are both delusional enough to believe such a thing. There is no such thing as love, or at least not true love.
Love, so they say, has very many definitions. A blessing, chance, fate. All human misconceptions if you ask me. Love is lust. Need. Desire. Beautiful, maybe, blessing, definitely not. I wasn't born this way, with hatred. Humanity can do that to you. Lost loves can as well.
My nomad and alliance crouched next to me, her long dark hair almost touching the ground. She turned her head towards me, her crimson eyes meeting my own. I nodded, and she did in return. Her knee was jumping up and down in anticipation and I glared at her. Her inability to be still annoys me beyond any standards. Her incapability to be well mannered or civilized tugs at my very nerves. Crazy, I could call her, but I'd never dare. Not until this is over at least.
Her loutish and hectic nature was a contrast to my serious and stern life style. I have been used, needed, for many years. I have powers that are yet to be mentioned, and along with my assistance, this task will be the easiest to complete. For all my years as a vampire, I only lived for one purpose. My authority is beyond anyone's comprehension. Everyone is putty in my hands, weak on their knees by my command. Of course I'm needed. I am always needed, everyone yearns for my help, but only few are blessed with that graciousness. I suppose that's the reason why I do these things so willingly, finding to wrong in such actions. Feeling wanted. Feeling like I have a purpose, regaining that emotion I lost those decades ago.
I suppose, when I was human, though the memories are very faint, I lost something then. There is that one memory, one single memory that I can remember so well. Living through it as if it was yesterday. They say the brightest memory is always the most painful. His angry words, his harsh hands, the sound of my mother screaming for him to stop…
Another kick was sent straight to my stomach and I double over in pain, crying out as I fell to the floor. The tears fell quickly, it streamed down my cheeks. I shut my eyes tightly and braced myself for the next blow.
Like expected his foot hit my thigh and I whimpered in terror. I snapped my eyes open, staring up at the blurry figure who stared at me with nothing but hate twisted upon his hideous features.
He spat on me and walked away, walking away from his beaten child.
Shaking, I stood to my feet, my body shaking with fear, tears tumbling freely. I saw my mother cowering in the corner and for a moment, her fear-stricken eyes met mine and a flow of pity passed between us. Our pain and sufferings pasted through us, through our eyes, we are united. Its pitiful, how the only time I can call her family, is when we are both in the midst of this horrendous life. Because only then, do we share emotions, only then are we bonded and understood. I then stared at the figure that was supposed to be my father, but instead I saw that twisted monster glaring at me. My body ached and I whimpered as I wrapped an arm protectively around myself.
My friends told me of their fathers; how they would buy them new clothes, take them into the village, but more than anything, allowing them to live in the centre of love. To be engulfed within warmth that cannot be projected by fire or heat. An inner grace, an inner peace that is followed after the tender touches of family.
My father deprived me of those things. Not only throwing me away from the food, the comfort, and the shelter. He stripped me of my youth, thrusting me in an inhumane way into adulthood. I grew up too quickly. My body is evidence of the crime.
At my age, I would have been handsome, beautiful, and attractive. But my arms scattered with bruises, my cheeks tinted with blue.
My mind whirled with images, emotions, and thoughts as I tried to contain my screams of anger. I wasn't supposed to act like this. So weak and fragile.
"I hate you!" I screamed as loud as I could. Praying that even the angels in heaven could hear me, so maybe, just maybe, I would be pulled out of this terror.
I heard his angry bellowing voice behind me as I ran up the stairs, tripping and stumbling, scraping my knees on the wood floor. I heard my mother crying, trying to sooth the untameable monster.
I sobbed loudly and pushed open my bedroom door. I fell to the ground after locking my door, too weak to reach my bed. I cried loudly into the cold floor. Trying to feel security that I knew did not exist.
I imagined the arms of angels wrapping around me, soothing the hair out of my eyes and wiping my tears. They'd smile at me, their beauty able to tame this constant pain. They'd whisper their prayers in my ear take me by the arm and lead me to heaven's gates. To where protection is. I imagined them with golden hair and blue eyes, a halo hovering upon each of their heads. Wings extended to full glory, in white gowns that made them a true form of what is beautiful.
They'd smile at me, and urge me forward. Hesitantly I'd push open the golden gates, and there, I would find home.
But no angels came that night. No matter how much I would pray or dream, none ever came to my rescue. Leaving their harps untouched and their wings unused, watching me suffer and scream for mercy.
My breath was heavy as I pushed myself off the floor.
"Please," I heard my mother beg. "William, please. Stop, I –"
"Shut up, you whore!" I heard him scream at her, followed by her terrified scream.
I heard his heavy steps climbing up the stairs towards my room, and I began to panic. I ran around my room frantically, pushing random items into a small bag I owned. I stuffed the few coins I had into the pocket of my pants and zipped my bag. My heart was thumping rapidly in my chest, fear expanding over my body.
"Come out; come out, wherever you are!" He sang in his husky tone, chuckling to himself.
A small cry escaped from my lips, and I ran to my window, lifting it up quickly.
I stared down at the hard ground that seemed a million miles away. I heard my door shuddering, and I shut my eyes tightly. I threw my bag to the ground, watching as it fell through the air before landing on the ground with a thump. I gulped and lifted on leg out the window, clutching onto the ledge tightly.
Do it, I urged myself, but my body told me otherwise.
Suddenly the door flew open and my angry father's face filled with room. His eyes fell upon me, half out the window, tears streaming down my cheeks, my mouth open in fear.
He laughed bitterly. "You want to jump, stupid child?" He laughed again; his laugh had an evil tone to it, sending shivers through my body. "Jump. Go ahead."
I cried loudly now, looking back at the ground. I wanted to jump, so badly how I wanted to. But there is always a moment in your life. Where sometimes, things don't happen the way you want them to, and no matter how much you try it will it devours over you.
"No one wants you," He spat, his eyes dancing with fury. His blue eyes lit like blue flames, and I wondered how anything could be as fearful as his eyes. "You're worthless. Who will care if you die? It's all you'll ever be. Nothing."
He stared at me, and all my pain was laid out on display for him. "Jump."
So I did.
I jumped straight into the night, falling on my arm, breaking it in the process. But little did I know that, that was only the beginning of the pain that was yet to come.
Pain is funny sometimes.
One person caused me so much pain, that it morphed me into this…killer. A killer worse than all others. The type that holds no compassion, no mercy. His beatings made me into what I am now. Why people call upon me, why people need me. He was wrong. I am wanted. Now, more than ever.
This task will be my redemption.
Vampirism has been good to me, allowing me to live life higher than all others. Allowing me to spit upon my father's grave, and leave flowers upon my mother's. Allowing me to look down upon those hateful humans and other vampires, and realize they are nothing compared to my superiority.
I have taken a break from my recent post, allowing them to have a peace of mind for a short while. Once I heard of the plea, this task, I knew I could not refuse. Everyone knows of the famous Edward and Bella – the vampire world at least. Ever since the wedding invitations were sent, they were the topic of conversation. Edward Anthony Cullen, presumed to be gay, alas found his mate. His love, his everything.
Yet as I watched them now, they seemed far from in love. Their heated fight, the anger and pain gleaming in their eyes, gave me the impression that my job is already in the process of completion.
My nomad snapped a twig with her foot accidently and I snapped my head towards her, glaring at her. Her eyes grew wide, and her breathing stopping. We both held our breaths and froze as Edward's head snapped up.
His eyes scanned the meadow quickly; I winced as his eyes past our hiding spot, overseeing our presence.
"Did you hear that?" He asked quickly, interrupting whatever Bella was saying.
Bella's head snapped up as well, her eyes as well scanning the meadow.
"No," She answered.
"I swear, I heard a twig snap."
She groaned in frustration. "We're in a meadow, Edward. It could have been a squirrel."
"No," He muttered, standing up. His stance rigid, and prepared. "There's something out there."
Shit! I thought loudly, my fists clenched.
"Stop being so melodramatic." She hissed up at him.
"Me?" He asked as if she was joking. "You're kidding."
"Actually, no," She answered angrily. Her voice rising higher in her fury. "I'm actually quite serious; I've been serious this whole time, as opposed to you of course." She gritted her teeth. "This is all just some sick joke to you."
Anger and frustration lighted again in his eyes and they returned to their fight. I mentally breathed out in relief, shutting my eyes in thanks. My years and years of hiding, learning how to blend into a background, hiding my vampire scent, paid off.
It was hard to follow exactly why they were fighting, their reasons behind their topic, but the pain was evidential. Observe. That is what we must do for now. Watch, listen, and find their weaknesses. Find that one thing that will make them set off.
I slowly reached my hand over to her frozen form, wrapping my hand around her wrist. Her crimson eyes met mine and I nodded slightly.
Slowly we stood up, hidden in the shadows of trees. Our eyes locked once more, and we raced off into the forest, our footsteps soft. I pushed myself harder, and she kept up with me easily. We ran in twisted directions, in case anyone was to stumble upon our scent. I knew better than to allow that.
We ran out of the forest, and into the roads. Our images were blurs to humans. Sometimes humans would misinterpret our passing as ghost, claiming they were gifted and are able to connect to the other world. Pitiful, if you ask me.
Once we were in a safe area, a far distance from the Cullens I swerved around to glare menacingly at my partner. She halted and her eyes grew wide. Her wild untamed black hair framing her face.
"You," I growled. "Almost cost us this mission."
"I-I'm sorry," She stuttered, taking a step back. "I have a problem sitting still for a long time and –"
I laughed bitterly, and in an instant I had her throat in my hands. I pulled her face close to mine and snarled.
"Mess this up, and it's your life." I tightened my grip around her little neck to prove my point. She nodded frantically, her eyes wide as saucers.
I let her go and she backed away instantly, her eyes filling with shock and fury.
"I'm a part of this too," She insisted. "Just as much as you are."
I whirled on her, my eyes piercing.
She gulped and continued. "We were both asked. This can't be completed without the both of us."
"Do you want to come out of this alive?" I hissed.
She nodded glumly. "Then I suggest you do everything I say." I narrowed my eyes. "Master won't be happy to discover your disobedience."
"The Cullens never did anything to me!" She yelled. "Who am I to follow orders?"
My eyes darkened. Before I knew anything, I was lunging at her neck.
Carlisle's POV. (Whoohoo, sexy beast.)
Esme and I prayed that this would not end as before. Resulting in a broken family. My children's broken faces flooded my mind. Their joys decreased by the missing presence of another sister. I didn't want to go through that again. To have to hold my family together, watching them scatter and break. Esme's miserable features every time she would look at Edward.
I cannot say that Edward was right to keep this from Bella. But I also cannot say that Bella is able to be furious. And now, as I heard a car park in our driveway, I knew this would become more complicated.
"Carlisle, Esme!" Eleazar's boomed through our house.
I grinned, instantly pushing my worries aside. It's on instinct, not as a vampire, but as a father.
"Eleazar," I greeted, "It's been a while, old friend."
"That is has," He clapped me on the shoulder. "Hello Esme." He smiled at her.
She smiled back and wrapped him in a friendly hug. I saw she too, was able to mask her pain, plant a smile upon her lips, and light a false joy in her eyes. We have many years mastering this, it becomes a second nature to us, just like hunting.
"How was your trip?" She asked him, smiling.
"Alright," He answered. "We stumbled upon a family of grizzly bears. A very fulfilling meal."
I stared at his light golden eyes. "Where is your wife?"
As if on cue Carmen appeared at the door. "Esme!" She exclaimed, her long black hair swung as she grasped my wife in an embrace.
"Carmen," Esme said warmly. "Where are your girls?"
Suddenly an image appeared the door, grinning widely. I recognized her by her chin length, silvery blond hair.
She embraced both of us.
"It's good to see you, Irina." I said.
"I'm so excited," She gushed. "To finally meet Bella."
"We've heard so much about her," Kate piped in as she too, hugged me. Her long waist length, blond hair with a tint of red, covered her face. "She's the talk of the vampire world, you know."
I laughed, pushing the thought of what Bella and Edward were actually doing right now.
"Where is Bella?" Carmen asked. "I'd like to meet her as well."
"It's unfortunate," I started. "But a situation has occurred."
Carmen sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "It's because we're here isn't it?"
I didn't answer.
"She's unsettled because of Edward's past relationship with Tanya." I explained quietly.
Everyone fall silent. Confusion, tension, and discomfort hung in the air.
"It's been a long time," Irina whispered, her golden eyes meeting mine. "I don't see the complication."
"We assumed," Carmen said, placing a hand upon Irina's shoulder. "When Rosalie invited us over in preparation for their wedding, that the situation was settled." She shared a look with Eleazar. "I suppose we should have clarified before heading over."
I waved my hand and shook my hand. "No one is at fault here."
Esme stepped forward. "We are honoured to have your presence here as we would have been in any other circumstances. Despite the problems between our children, you're always welcome in our home."
Carmen smiled softly, and I rubbed my face in frustration.
"I must speak with you in private, Carlisle. If that is alright." Eleazar said, calmly.
"May I ask of what it is referring to?" I asked in return.
He sighed. "Tanya."
That's all I needed. I nodded and gestured him towards my study.
"Come, I'll show you all to your rooms." Esme said kindly. The girls murmured in response, nodding their heads.
I met Esme's eyes, and our pain momentarily flowed between. The possibility of destruction was hanging over us, and we both felt it. Her lovely features twisted ever so slightly, but she composed herself quickly. Our children's sanity was at stake here. And nothing will stand in our way this time.
Though, they were never truly our children, in many ways they are. We love them as our children, as family and as friends. Human's say that in order to be a successful parent, one must be able to hold their newborn child for the first time, and realize that for once, another life is more important than your own. To hold your child as they take their first steps, spoon feed them, bathe them, and watch them as they grow. Many things Esme and I are not able to do, and never will be able to do, but the growing process of our children is irrelevant to the unconditional love we have. A parent can commit to all those moment in a child's life, be a parent in places I can never be, but their love will never be as strong as ours.
A love of a parent is something that should not be lost in the transformation. But I know the truth is hideous. I will never be able to replace any of their parent's, Edward's especially, but I can at least, give them that security that they would never have otherwise.
But that security is at risk at the moment. Because of the lies told, and the pasted choices taken. The anger and frustration that hibernates between Bella and Edward is able to collapse our entire family.
The minute Bella first stepped foot into my home those years ago, I felt her force. Her evident charm, the blush tainted on her cheeks whenever my son would touch her, was enough to tell me that my son had found his mate. That maybe after all, he would not be as lonely. That maybe, for once, life was giving him a chance.
But then, that unattainable moment on her birthday. The way her eyes grew wide and Jasper's a coal black. The way in that moment, when I saw Edward's eyes widen, her scent exploding throughout the room, I knew that a love like theirs would be more difficult.
My philosophy upon that situation was this: the more challenges and the more pain there is to endure in a love as unique as theirs, the more happiness would follow soon afterwards. Bella's safety was always an issue for Edward; he was always so considerate, so passionate, and selfless.
But the minute he ran back into the house, his face twisted in pain, his body shaking. His eyes no longer a light shade of topaz, but rather pitch black filled with pain and regret. I knew he committed the most selfish crime there is to commit.
He broke the fragile human who loved him so dearly.
Filling her precious head with false beliefs, the head of my daughter.
He was able to convince us to stay away from her. That it was for the best that we left her alone and allowed her to be human – since after all, that's what she was. I suppose, I should have fought harder, begged more, urged my son to see the faults.
He shrunk into a shell then. My son seeped away from me, trickling through my fingers and away, caged and guarded. He would live, he would feed, and that contented Esme and I to an extent. He was trying.
Things changed, and things remained as before. He would hunt with us, I would work at the hospital as he and his siblings went to high school. He would participate in vampire gatherings, greeted anyone who talked to him. But there were small things that we noted, the signified that we lost Edward.
His piano. Remained untouched and coated with a layer of dust. His musical and beautiful compositions would be but a melody in our heads, never to be heard in this house again. His CD's would be in their cases. Except for one song.
That one melody that would always seep through the house, for once, giving us a glimpse of Edward. A glimpse of hope.
Clair De Lune – I believe it is called.
It would play randomly in our house, always coming from Edward's room. It would entrance us all and momentarily we would all have Bella dancing in our heads.
I wondered if Edward experienced the same, and if that's the reason he played it so often. The softness and sweetness of the song would bring Bella's laugh into our ears. The song reflecting upon her personality. So soft and gracious. A trait not many human's can possess, but Bella possessed it, as if it was given to her at birth – and it seemed at the time, like it had.
Then came the time when the Denali Clan visited. And that is instantly where the music stopped. Edward and Tanya. It never sounded like music to my ears. It had always been Bella and Edward, an automatic phrase to your lips, the time that sounds so right. I would stare at my son, looking for a trace of love that would indicate that he moved on.
But I never found one.
His face would be tense whenever he was around her, as opposed to his relaxed and free nature around Bella. I felt as if though he was doing this in order to move on, but now I believe it was different reasons.
It was not to move on, but rather, to forget.
The thought kills me – but I have no reason to deny it. Tanya was always the worse of the sisters. The brattiest and most superficial. But if she made my son happy, I would accept her. But I cannot deny that I was not relieved after their break up.
Up to this day I still don't have the full story as to why they broke up, only that it brought a great relief to my family. And even now, I still can't fully understand why they go together in the first place.
If only Edward had been more –
"Carlisle," Eleazar's voice brought my out of my thoughts, and I blinked at him.
I immediately sat in one of the office chairs, and he followed suit.
He looked down at his hands, frowning slightly. "Carlisle," He murmured. "I would like to hear the full situation, if you don't mind. The truth."
I stared at him, and tilted my head to the side.
"I know there is something." He explained. "The tension in your home is thick."
I sighed, staring at my old friend.
Wondering if really, he would be able to understand. So I told him our sad fairytale, starting when Edward found Bella. I told him of Bella's unwillingness at first, then her acceptance. I told him our tragic story. The kind that would seem so cliché, so painful to be reality. I then told him of the betrayal and the anger. The lies and the deceptions. The worthless words spoken and the most hurtful as well.
He stared at me with sympathy on his face; a friend's pity is the worst kind.
"Would it be better if we leave?" He asked after a moment of silence. "I don't want to put stress upon your family, seeing the circumstances."
I studied the walls of my home, ignoring his question all together. "Where is Tanya?" I asked.
His mouth formed a tight line. "She will be arriving later. We thought it would be better if we settled things down first, in case of…" he trailed off, but his sentence didn't need to be finished to be understood.
"I understand," I muttered. "Thank you for the consideration."
"So what is it we do now?" He inquired.
"I suppose," I said, acting as if I knew. But the truth is that we all ask that same question: now what? "I'll talk to Bella and Edward."
"I think that would be best." He said quietly.
I stood up slowly, and he did as well.
"I pray for nothing more than peace in your home, Carlisle." He said and grasped my shoulder.
"Thank you," I said, forcing a smile. "Esme will show you to your room with Carmen."
With that I walked out the door. Once out of the home, ignoring the talking of Irina and Kate, the quiet explanations of Carmen and Eleazar, and the quiet cries of Esme, I ran towards my children who were lost.
It's the worst fear for a parent, to have their children lost. Wandering around in unknown territories, danger lurking around the corners. My daughter and son now were in that position. Only these scars would be the most painful. Usually on TV, we'd see the young children, eyes wide, crying out for their parents. As they would trip and fall through the dark woods, a dark figure would always be following. They would cry for their parent's, screaming in terror at the snap of a twig. I want nothing more than to save my children from that. Though the concept of them ever being physically lost is impossible, but they were both right now, swimming in a sea of mysteries.
I knew now, more than ever, they were lost beyond any boundaries any woods could contain.
Because with every light there is in a path, there is darkness, edging around it.
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Bella and Edward's Chapter Song: Pin Up – Evans Blue.
"But don't look down because I don't know. Falling is fatal from this height I know I should have never held you up this high, this high."
Unknown's Chapter Song: Face down – the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
"Well
I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end
as
your lies crumble down, a new life she has found."
Carlisle's Chapter Song: Absolutely (Story of a Girl) – Nine Days
"Now how many days in a year has she woke up with hope, but she only found tears?"
Alright, I know. Longest time ever to update. I'm not going to bore you with my excuses.
This chapter is dedicated to my wonderful beta, xxScarletteCullenxx,for her super fast reading and literature skills!
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