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BPOV

"So what do you want me to do?" asked Edward.

"I want you to stand behind the chair and for Bella to sit in the chair."

I walked over and dropped down into the chair waiting for my next direction. My mum came running over and started fussing with dress so it flowed how she wanted it, she pulled my hair down from my messy ponytail and ruffled the edges.

"Done?"

"Almost Edward come here," she went to fix his clothes and hair but stopped, "Do you mind?"

He shook his head; she quickly fixed him then moved back to her easel to start mixing paints. I looked back at Edward and noticed how tense he was. His fingers were gripping tightly to the back of the chair, "Are you ok?"

He looked down on me, "I'm fine."

"Really you don't look so good."

"Just nervous, I've never been painted before."

"Seriously?" I turn around sharply to look at him properly.

He relaxed only a little, "Seriously. I've never had time to be honest."

"I've sat so many portraits. I guess it helps that my mom is an artist, we even have a huge family portrait it's in my mother office, come I'll show you."

I got up suddenly I realised we where meant to stay still, "Mom sorry for getting up you can fix us again right?"

She waved her hand at me, "Sure sure."

"Is it ok if I show Edward some of your work specifically the family portrait?"

"Sure sure."

"Come on," I beckoned Edward to follow me. He slowly followed behind still a bit tense.

I opened mom's office door and let Edward walk in first, "This is it."

He looked shocked by the size of it; he walked slowly up to it and touched it.

"This is amazing. How did your mother paint herself in the picture it looks exactly like her."

"From her memory."

"She's amazing."

"Thank you," she called through the door.

Edward chuckled, "Your welcome. All three of you look so real although was this you a few years ago?"

"2 I've only changed slightly."

"You look beautiful."

I blushed.

Realising what he had said he quickly added, "Your mom also looks beautiful I think it's her style of painting. What else has she painted?"

"Mostly me."

"Can I see?"

"Sure," I pointed to the corner. There were 16 canvases leaning against a wall. He walked over at was about to touch the last one.

"Start at the front then work your way to the back."

He moved his hand to the front and started to flick through. He was looking at me as a child to me now 16 years old.

EPOV

I studied each picture as I went through them. She was beautiful. Her mother's paintings didn't do her justice; no form of art could ever do her justice.

I watched the most beautiful thing flash through my eyes, Bella's life. As I touched each piece you could imagine what she was thinking at the time of being painted. At three she was bored and by 13 she was proud her mother wanted to paint her. Scratch that she was proud of her mother for having a passion. Her eyes lacked passion. She craved passion.

I looked over at the real Bella, I watched her eyes as she gazed around the room, she still lacked that passion her mother seemed to have in her eyes.

She transformed each year fully growing into a woman, her posture changed, her facial expression changed, and her face lost its child ness.

As she grew older her face grew colder, I was sure if my mother had painted me you would see exactly the same thing.

Our parents were destroying us with there hate, our fathers where.

Bella's mother didn't want to fight and mum missed Renee so much. When she told me the story I felt the longing for her best friend. She had sacrificed her friendship for her marriage.

Would I sacrifice whatever I was feeling for Bella for my father's sick war?

I had been raised to kill, to bring about the end of Bella and now looking at these pictures I saw were where the same.

Blood.

My father's voice echoed my head repeating the same word over and over again.

Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood

I felt the longing for blood in my throat. I laid the paintings down and turned back to Bella.

"We had better get back."

Don't forget the plan my son. We will kill her.

I felt another ache appear with my burning throat.

I pushed it aside once again.

Destroy.

BPOV

"So what did you think?"

Edward scratched his head, "Your mom is amazing."

I sat back down in the chair and Edward stood behind me. I waited for mom to come and fix us again.

She didn't come over. In fact she was painting.

"Are you not coming to fix our clothes and hair?" I asked.

"Nope you look perfect."

"Ok," I laughed.

The room went silent for a while until mom broke the silence, "How was your visit back home Edward?"

He was drumming his fingers along the back of the chair, I don't know if he knew this but he was stroking my back with his fingers as well.

"It was good it was nice to see my mother again, although I felt bad for being here. She seemed alone."

"Esme always liked to be around people." She stopped for a second and seemed to daze out, she then randomly laughed.

She was thinking back to those days oh how I wish I could bring my mum and her best friend back together. It would kill me to never be able to talk to Alice again; I still had to write the letter to her tonight.

"She has dinner parties all the time with our house but she always seems to still feel alone."

"I know the feeling, you're in a room with thousands of people yet you still feel like it's an empty room."

I wanted to cry I had never known how much mum truly missed her best friend. I leaned forward a little bit, mum was fussing with her paint looking down and Edward's hand's remained still.

"How was Alice Bella?"

What should I say? "She was great mum," I had barely spoken to her when I went to visit.

"Really? I heard her parent's were planning on marrying her to Jasper Hale and she wasn't happy about it."

Then it clicked, Alice had told me not to trust Edward because of how she was stuck with Jasper. She had worried that Edward was planning something. He wasn't planning anything he was too busy trying to solve my mystery and it was going to stay that way. A mystery.

What I had yet to understand was Edward's obsession with trying to help me. He was meant to hate me, I was meant to hate him.

I turned my head to look back at him he smiled at me. I smiled back before turning around and looking at mum.

"I'll be right back there's a prop I want to add to Bella."

EPOV

Renee left the room leaving Bella and me alone in the room. There was so I wanted to say but I kept my mouth closed. I was never going to give her my heart no matter how much I wanted to. I knew now I was in love with her, that's why I had to kill her she would ruin me.

A sweet scent filled the air. Renee came back into the room holding a glass of blood. I went ridged, that was the prop she wanted Bella to hold. I would resist it, drinking the blood would be like giving in to Bella.

BPOV

"That's going to look so good like one of those old traditional paintings. Like your wedding painting."

"Exactly but I'll paint it instead of someone else." I took the glass from her and sniffed it, "Smells good can I have it after?"

"Still hungry?" "I will be when this is through.

" Mum laughed, "You ok Edward."

He kept his mouth shut and mumbled, "Yep."

"Great, well we should be done in a couple hours."

It was a long few hours and for some reason Edward wasn't acting the same. His hands remained glued to the chair unlike before he went stiff like a tree. By the time mum was done Edward looked like he wanted to die. He didn't even stay to see the final piece.

He quickly said, "I'll take a look later thank you Renee. Isabella."

I wasn't happy. "I'll be right back mum." I ran quickly through the corridors to get to Edward's room before I got there I ran into my dad.

"Hi dad."

"Bye Bella."

"Where are you going?"

"To Alice's parent's to advise them on the matter of Jasper Hale marrying there daughter."

"So it's true?"

"Yes now I must go goodbye daughter," he kissed me on the forehead.

"Goodbye father." I continued running towards Edward's room after dad had turned the corner.

When I got to the door I pushed it open hard, "Edward?"


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