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The Journals
By: Everleigh Allen
Chapter 7
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April, 1933
Rochester New York
Under the bright, watchful stars on a freezing night Carlisle found Rosalie Hale dying in a dark and dirty alley.
Her body was severely cold and to her attackers or anyone looking down the alleyway she was seemingly dead. Her face was ashen, in hues of blues and purples but her ruby red, fragrant blood still pulsated gently out of her wounds.
It called to us like a beacon in the night.
She was barely alive.
"Carlisle," I hissed, looking from Carlisle to Rosalie and then back towards the street to see or hear if anyone was watching.
They weren't.
It was a horrific sight.
I watched in the shadows as he sniffed around her body before he tore at the clothes that hid her wounds. In an instant he grasped a vial I had never seen before from inside his wool jacket. He quickly opened it and spilled the silvery contents onto his handkerchief. I watched intently as he barely touched her skin as he worked at sealing the wounds shut. They healed instantly.
"Carlisle," I urged again most ardently. Our ghostly presence standing in the shadows was gaining interest of passersby. If we stayed much longer, curiosity would get the better of them.
"Nearly done," He hissed. I understood the meaning. He was denying our very nature.
I didn't know how he did it. I as farther away and felt the burning urge to consume but for Carlisle it is his will- his defiance- his diet- that helps keeps him sound in mind and heart.
I struggle with it.
Esme, of course, has proven to have had an easier time with our chosen diet.
There is no vengeance in her heart that fuels our very nature.
"Are you going to change her?" I whispered as he quickly but gently picked her up.
He looked down at her beautiful face marred with blood and debris and then he looked at me. "Yes."
His thoughts came at me in an instant.
"Absolutely not!" I seethed. "She is not my mate!"
"See reason," Carlisle said pleadingly. "Perhaps once she's changed it will be different and you may-"
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Bella sat the journal down with a shudder.
Instantly she felt sick as cold jealousy coursed through her. How could she dislike the pairing of a woman and man over 80 years ago?
But she could.
She did.
Bella got out of bed and took a moment to calm down by using the bathroom. After she was done she padded quietly through the room to the curtains and opened up them slightly to peek outside. Even though it was still dark out, there wasn't much to see since the windows were covered in thick vines. She closed the curtains with a frown, absently wondering what time it was, but there were no clocks that she could see.
Before she got back into the bed, she unfolded the quilt and put it over the comforter. Bella enjoyed the instant weight and warmth it brought to her.
"Do I really want to read this?" She whispered to herself, imploring whatever supernatural presence around her to engage but there was nothing.
But she knew the answer already.
She needed to know.
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"No, Carlisle." I told him, barely able to hold the venom from my voice. "My mate is worth waiting for, is she not?"
He understood what I was implying.
"Of course, son," He gave a small, knowing grin.
Rosalie moaned slightly as we ran through the streets as quickly as possible while trying to limit what people saw. Usually, they were easily distracted and if they did happen to see things it was easily dismissed with rationalization.
It worked in our benefit on many occasions.
Soon enough, I pulled the door open and Esme was instantly there, grasping at the woman in Carlisle's arms.
"Go," he whispered to me, knowing it was hard to be around her and control my nature.
I shook my head, knowing that even if I went, I'd be curious on how Carlisle would change her.
Esme's change was quiet and we wondered if her spine would heal.
Thankfully, it did.
Rosalie Hale seemed just as damaged, if not worse.
There was no telling how it would affect her emotionally, even after the change.
"What happened to her?" Esme asked, but there was a knowing when she saw the injuries.
Carlisle spoke soothingly, "She's being healed as we speak, my love. We are lucky that we found her when we did."
Esme cried, but no tears would fall.
We watched as Carlisle bent forward for a moment and bit her.
Rosalie's body stiffened, she whimpered as tears fell from her eyes.
"It's okay, sweetheart," Esme whispered in her ear. "You're going to be okay."
But I was skeptical.
What would the change do to someone like Rosalie Hale?
Time would tell in three days.
-EAMC
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Bella flipped to the page and scanned it. She read how Rosalie was upset at first at being changed without her consent and instantly rebuked any notion of a pairing with Edward.
Edward agreed.
Even if he was interested in Rosalie, her mind was preoccupied. It moved from seething hate of Royce and then to Edward. Carlisle seemed to be saved from the disdain since he was mated to Esme.
There was a brief description about Rosalie killing the men who harmed her and how she left a terrified Royce for last.
In some sinister way, that pleased Bella.
But, as if it made any sense, she was also heartbroken for Edward that he was alone but also glad for it.
"Why does he seem to have such an impact on me?" Bella whispered, thumbing through more pages.
There were many, pages of landscapes forever captured in ink.
They were reverent.
There were also quite a few drawings of people in sensual positions.
The black ink and white paper caught unknown people in the throes of passion.
Sultry, dark eyes filled with lust. Lips plump from being roughly kissed- their hands gripping the flesh of their lover as he mounted her, rocking back and forth, back and forth, gaining more friction with each pulse. In Bella's mind the pictures began to play like the penny peepshows as she flipped through the pages quickly to get the full grasp of what Edward witnessed.
What they were voyeuristically witnessing together.
Page after page warmed Bella. She moved her hand under the covers and began to touch herself lightly. Each picture was more expressive, more intimate.
The woman's breast fell out of the man's hand. It was red from friction from his touch and from their passion.
The drawing showed his manhood, hard and thick right before he penetrates her warm, lush, eager flesh over and over again.
Her back arched as he manipulated delicate, sensitive nerves.
Her body relented, mouth wide with hot gasping breath.
Bella stilled.
White hot nerves danced over her body as she stopped on one of the pictures.
The couple was in the background and still in their passionate embrace locked in time, but that's not what caught her attention.
There was a man.
He was penned in as if he was in the room with the couple, but instead of looking at the intimate couple he was looking back at Bella.
He faced her.
Watchful eyes, dark and sultry. Eyebrows formed in question, lips plump and vibrant red- but not— it was as if the black ink had come to life in vibrant colors in Bella's mind.
Watching her.
Watching her touch herself.
Bella, with shaking hands touched the picture of the man carefully and gasped out loud when the ink ran with movement of her finger.
"Edward!" Bella climaxed with his name on her lips like a kiss.
A gust of wind moved through the room and into the closet that she looked in the night before.
Gasping, trying to get her wits together Bella looked at the door. Any thoughts of him possibly watching her went out of her mind immediately.
Bella removed her hand from her pajamas with a blush. "You want me to go in there?" She whispered, still reeling from the intense moments of her pleasure.
But there was no answer.
She already knew the answer.
Bella got out of bed went into the bathroom. She washed her hands and face and put on the robe that hung from the door and then she tiptoed over to the small closet. She opened the door quickly, not knowing what to expect, but there was still the same supplies in it from the night before. This time though, she moved the broom out before she stepped in.
There seemed to be a slight hint of fragrance that she could smell but it quickly dissipated. Feeling completely ridiculous, Bella took another step inside.
Then, the door to the bedroom slammed behind her!
Bella yelped, her heart thrashed inside her chest to the point where it was painful. Her adrenalized blood flushed her already heated skin.
But in the total darkness, Bella saw a sliver of light just over the floor just opposite of the door.
She hunched down to move closer to it.
Each tedious inch felt like a mile before her fingers played with the slight, dusty glow. Bella pulled on the board and it fell on top of her, bathing the closet in light as she tried to right herself and get it off of her.
"If I have to die, it better not be by being locked in a stranger's closet with a board falling on me." She hissed mostly to herself but also to anyone who may be listening. "I'll be so pissed off, I am not even kidding!"
Hopefully they were listening and taking notes in some journal about all the ways Bella didn't want to die:
Dying in a haunted house in a stranger's bathtub
Dying in a stranger's broom closet by blunt force trauma to head by board.
Bella snickered as she crawled by the board and the other clutter and into the light of the next room.
It was a small room with glossy stained glass windows that seemed to be muted since they were covered in vines. They seemed to move freely from on the outside in from the little cracks. It reminded her a bit of the alleyway where she first found library of the house and she could see hints of the streetlights from inside.
How did see not see the greenhouse if it was right there on the alley? Was it that Bella was preoccupied with the barbed vines and the rain?
Or was it because it was carefully hidden- just like the whole house was- right in front of everyone walking by?
But a more sinister thought flooded Bella's mind as she stood there staring at the door she was at just the day before.
Was Edward just on the other side of the glass and vines, watching her?
A shiver went down her back.
"None of this was chance, was it?" she whispered, but again there wasn't any reply.
She suspected she already knew the answer.
She had the ink on her finger to prove it.
Bella stepped away from the windows and back into the center of the room carefully. She easily found that there was already a small chair waiting for her with another journal lying on the cushion. On the table there was a glass of apple juice and a small tray with a silver cover. Bella walked over to it quickly as her stomach grumbled loudly. She lifted the lid to see it was filled with yogurt, fruit, granola and an iced croissant.
"Oh, thank you," she grinned.
Bella devoured the food quickly before she picked up the journal.
It looked relatively new.
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Forks, Washington,
April 30th, 2017
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Bella stilled and re-read the date several times.
"Forks, Washington?" She asked out loud as she looked around the greenhouse for any sign of confirmation.
But there was none.
Had Edward been in Forks around the same time she was? Did they know Charlie- or better yet- did Charlie know him?
She looked around but there wasn't anyone there to ask nor did she have her phone with her to call.
Her phone.
Bella's eyes widened, darting towards the small entryway that led to her room.
Her phone was in her jacket pocket which Alice had taken soon after she came inside the house.
She hadn't even noticed it was gone.
Did she really want to walk through the dark house and call out for Alice for her jacket and phone?
No.
With the sun barely coming up and the sky still in purples pinks, Bella decided there was nothing she could do at the moment.
The journal was placed there for a reason so Bella settled herself down enough to read the next entry.
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Forks, Washington
April 30th, 2017
Alice is blocking me.
I've taken to following her around the house, but she's screaming the "Sing Sweet Nightingale" song like an ugly stepsister trying to block the pictures and thoughts in her mind.
"This is cruel!" I sneer, right in her face but she only grins wickedly. Moments later, Jasper is at her side washing happy thoughts all over me like soapy linens agitated over the washboard.
Alice leaves me hanging and bleached on the green.
"What's going on?" Carlisle looks from me to Alice and finally, Jasper.
"We have to move soon." Alice provides simply.
"No!" Rosalie hisses. "Emmett and I just started our senior year."
Alice glares at Rosalie, "You can stay, if you want. I can see that would be okay."
"Is it Edward?" Esme is at my side in a moment and grasps my arm. Rosalie rolls her eyes. She's never understood the dynamic between Carlisle, Esme, and me, but they are practically picked up where my parents left off since I lost mine so young.
That's what I tell myself, anyway.
"Yes," Alice frowned.
"Me?" In an instant, I could see it all.
I was sitting in class and the only empty seat is next to me. There's a new student. She stands and waits for the teacher to acknowledge her when the fan hits her. Instantly, I'm bombarded with a scent so intense it completely makes me lose every sense of restraint I've gained in the past one hundred years. She eyes widen just before I knock her to the ground and sink my teeth into her creamy flesh, killing her.
"Alice-" I sit looking at her wide eyed. Jasper is shuffling from one foot to the other not sure what to expect. He can sense the bloodlust, but also the anxiety and fear.
"Each way I look at it- it ends badly for the new girl, Edward."
Another vision fills my head. It twists in distorted ways.
The girl is killed by a truck.
She is killed by drunken frat boys when her friends leave her behind.
She's killed by nomads.
Finally, she's killed by Jasper on her birthday.
I'm not sure why I feel so protective of a girl I've never met but I look at him and growl anyway.
He holds his hands up in surrender not knowing what he did in Alice's visions.
Alice soothes him instantly with her touch. "I'm sorry Edward, but I've looked at in any which way I can. If we stay and if it's not us that hurt her, and not the van, or the nomads, then it's the wolves."
Instantly, I'm seething.
There has always been contention between my family and their pack ever since we met them in 1936.
"Wolves."
"They are friendly with her father," She explained sadly. "With us there and having an interest in her, they see her as needing their protection. I don't see it ending well for her in any scenario."
I then see the flood of visions all forming around other possible ways this new girl dies by the hands of the wolves:
They lose their temper around her and attack her.
She's driving a motorcycle on the reservation and crashes when she hits a rock.
While cliff diving with the wolves she hits her head on the rocks.
The visions switch and I see my whole family fighting the wolves and then, finally, we're in a field ready to fight with the Volturi guard.
"The Volturi?" I hiss and the word hit each of us bitterly.
"Yes." Alice nods sadly.
Esme looks stricken as she shook her head in disbelief. "So to save her we need to leave?" Esme reiterates. Her eyes find Carlisle but he just shrugs.
"Yes." Alice looked down, "It's the only way."
I could see the stress lining her face and her visions cycled through her mind.
"I don't understand how this all escalates with the new girl almost dying in so many ways and us," I mumble. But Alice unleashes all new visions as she speaks them to the others: Me stalking the girl, saving her from the drunks, saving her from the van, saving her from the nomads, saving her from the nomads again, and again, and when the nomads create an army of newly formed vampires to kill off our family, we fight them again.
Alice explains everything she sees to the others.
"So if we leave she can have a calm and happy life? She would be safe from the nomads, vans, wolves-"
"The way I see things, yes." Alice nods with confidence. "If we stay and her life is like that one movie where the universe has it out for her and tries in every direction possible to kill her once she meets you."
"Final destination!" Emmett boomed, happy to finally have a part in the conversation.
"Yes!" Alice grinned with excitement.
"I didn't see it," I roll my eyes.
It was a lie.
I saw all of them.
"He was too busy writing fantasy fiction in his journals instead of living that hot, incubus life," Emmett scoffed and Jasper agreed.
"I dig my toes into the sand-" Rosalie sings with a wicked grin.
"The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket." Jasper sings and then winks at Alice. "Or like us in the Sun." he adds playfully.
"I lean against the wind, pretend that I am weightless-"Alice sings back softly. She's spinning in the room like the wind is carrying her around. "Like in Chicago," She says in her mind so only I could hear her.
Visions assault my mind. We're leaving the girl behind and moving to Chicago and it feels like my soul- if I had one- was being ripped out.
"I wish you were here," Jasper scoops Alice in his arms, dancing slowly, intimately.
"I wish you were here," Emmett sings to Rosalie who gives him a smug grin.
"I wish you were here," Alice sings, looking straight at me, "Bella."
I still.
"At least let me see her before I have to leave her behind."
Alice gives a curt nod and I see my family leaving the room.
I, like always, am left there alone.
-EAMC
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Bella looks at the journal and reads the words again and again.
They were in Forks when she was there.
They went to her school.
They were who everyone was talking about.
They saw her.
They left her.
They left for her.
Chicago.
They knew she was going to be here.
Her mind instantly went back to that moment on the street the day before.
A sharp wind hit her as a car drove by because she was too close the curb and she barely made it out of the way. She remembered ducking into an alleyway that seemed to be forgotten from the street.
It was filled with overgrown vines, with barbs that caught in her hair until she made her way inside… the open door.
They were expecting her.
That meant Edward was there, too. He had to be.
Bella got up from her seat and made her way out through the closet like she did before.
Her room was untouched, like she never left it. The door was still locked from the night before.
She looked at the other journal lying on the bed from the night before. It was then that she realized that she left the new journal back in the other room.
Contemplating going back for it for a moment, Bella sighed and decided it would just have to be left there. She needed more answers.
How did Alice know she was coming? She had to be psychic. It would explain so much. But there was a much bigger question on her mind… "But who are the wolves?" Her words echoed in her mind, taunting her.
She looked at the journal on her bed and thumbed through it quickly, trying to get to 1936 when they first got to Forks.
It just had to be there.
A/N:
So, I've done my best to look it over and wanted to post it quickly for you.
I'll fix the things you point out (thank you guest and reviewers) and give it another look through later.
Song: "Wish you were here" by Incubus,
Final Destination is a movie where the characters were meant to die and they are bombarded with many different situations where they could/ would pass, from my understanding. I haven't seen the whole movie because I don't do well with violent scenes.