What vexation! Carlisle has given me no choice but to relinquish some of the treasures which I have carefully excavated from Bella's garbage can. If I should refuse I should doubtless draw further suspicion and risk Esme searching my chamber whilst I am in classes. I cannot allow that, so I am left with no other option.
Deciding which items to surrender is akin to trying to choose which limb to have severed. I need them all! My reliquary will be plundered, incomplete!
Oh cursed day!
That nefarious ecclesiastic has no right to force my hand in this way. This is a cruelty far beyond that which I believed Carlisle ever capable of. What demonic force is driving this brutishness?
Never have I felt such compulsion to murder. Carlisle is a monster! A monster!
Of course so am I, but that is besides the point.
With great reluctance I must provide enough objects to assuage further distrust. Here I shall bid adieu to a handful of treasures, sacrificing these few to protect those I would simply die without.
Bella's shampoo bottle- perhaps this can be replaced, either at the store, or in a future visit. I do so wish Carlisle would be fooled by a lookalike, but I know he would not. That villain.
A small part of the bundle of hair- this is sadly essential, as her scent can be detected and it will also lend credence to my deception of contrition. Of course I shall keep the larger part of the bundle. It is absolutely non negotiable. This will be like losing a part of my own heart, and I shall never, never forgive Carlisle for this persecution.
The grocery list written in Bella's delicate hand- I hope to secure a similar item, perhaps at school, to replace this grievous loss.
One of the hospital wrist bands- I have four and whilst I dearly pray that Bella should never have cause to visit the hospital again, she averages around ten days between admissions at present. If she would only let me I would be her personal doctor and provide any and all attention necessary, it would be my great pleasure, though I would never let her come to harm if I were able to protect her as I wish to.
The shoelace- it doesn't smell or taste of Bella, more of mud and rainwater. I suspect it may have belonged to Charlie anyway. Of course I would still rather keep it, but it shan't be as painful to part with as the other pieces.
I am bereft before the excision has even begun. I do not know how I shall survive this.
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There will be a dramatic shift in tone throughout Volume 2. Change is ahead for Edward, it will be an interesting ride and very much worth it in the end.
I'm going to try and publish the chapters that are less likely to make you laugh in batches, so that readers don't have to wait too long to get to a point where things lighten up and Edward is writing in his trademark style again.
I hope to make you all fall totally in love with him. I know that'll be a big ask given how gross and dirty he's been thus far!