Edward pov
I tuck little Bella in and kiss her forehead. She sleeps soundly and I leave her room, shutting the door behind me. Rose and Emmett stand side by side in the living room, Alice cuts carrots for Bella's lunch, and Jasper reads Shakespeare. I know how mad they are at her for agreeing to Aro's terms.
" She better be joking with us. Why the HELL would she agree to becoming a vampire?!" Rose snaps. I roll my eyes and frown.
" Aro would have killed her if she didn't" I reply. Alice drops her knife and it clatters to the floor. She doesn't bother picking it up. Tears streak her cheeks as she thinks of our little Bella dead.
" He was going to kill her? Why?!" Alice demands. I roll my eyes. She should already know the answer.
" Because she knows too much, obviously," I reply with an eyeroll. A wave of calm flows over all of us, and once again, Jaspers talent is at work.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _Time skip to one o'clock_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I hear Bella's soft yawn from her bedroom and her small moan. She trudges down the stairs, and trips over the rug. I laugh a bit and help her up. Her small eyes travel my face and she gives me a small, quick kiss on the cheek. I look down at my beloved little sister, and smile. She has to be the best this to happen to this family. She's sweet, quiet, sensitive, and seriously clumsy. But at the same time, she's also very mature, especially for a five year old.
I set her down at the table and she eats the salad Alice made for her. Alice suddenly freezes, while on her way to the stairs. Bella looks over, but doesn't panic. She already learned how to tell if something is wrong with one of us or not.
When Alice starts moving again, she's running up the stairs and to her room. And I know why. Carlisle and Esme are coming home.
She's packing to leave, knowing Esme will refuse to let us continue living here after having a member of the Volturi came here, and threatened her youngest daughter's life. She is the main priority of our family. Nobody messes with Bella without pissing us off. She's our little baby girl. We will always look after and love her.
Esme opens the door and her gaze immideately slides to Bella, her pride and joy. She's the most wonderful thing on the planet in her eyes. She makes her way to the small child,who is still half asleep, and gives her a tight hug. Bella jolts out of her daze, and looks up at her mother with a smile.
" Hi, Mom," she says quietly. Esme smiles. Bella turned five three weeks ago now, and she still isn't used to hearing Bella call her "mom". Bella sets down her fork, and carries her dishes to the sink, where Rosalie rushes over to take them from the small girl before she hurts herself.
" How was your day, Bella?" she asks hopefully. Bella has been having a rough time with nightmares and kids from her class teasing her for not knowing who her biological parents are. If it was my desision, she would never have to deal with this crap, but I can't make it stop, because the way I would stop them from bullying my baby sister, would be killing them.
" Good," Bella replies. Esme smiles and pulls Bella into a tight squeeze. Bella normally loves it when Esme hugs her like that, but she doesn't even react. Her small body just sags against Esme's, like there is nothing left of her. Her eyes are duller than I've ever seen them.
Edward, are the Volturi going to come for me? I'm scared! Bella cries. I sigh and look down at my precious baby sister. I hate to see her like this. Terrified of death, fearful that someone intends to hurt her. I won't ever let her come to harm, she's too important to me.
" Esme, may I speak to you for a moment?" I ask. Esme looks at me, with a little fear in her eyes. She nods, pats Bella's head, and leaves the room with me.
" Edward, is everything alright?" she asks. I shake my head, and try to find the best way to say this to her. She's already worried enough, no need to scare her further.
" While Bella was playing in the field, Aro came to speak to us. Specifically her. As it turns out, someone reported her knowledge of our existence to them, and he told her she has thirteen years for us to change her, or..." my voice trails off. But she knows where this conversation leads. Her face falls, knowing that they mean to kill her, our beloved, mortal little Bella. The pride and joy of our family.
" We won't let them have her. Pack your things, and tell your siblings. I'll explain the situation to Carlisle, and we'll leave." Esme replies. I nod and turn to leave, hoping to get out of here soon. I don't want her anywhere near this town.