Chapter 2 – Reunion

My eyebrows rose, "Yes, give me a minute. I'll meet you outside." She nodded and left. Jasper gasped, "Why did she call you 'Momma'?" I grimaced, "Because she's my daughter." I stood and gathered my things, "I said later. I have to hunt." I left the room and met up with my daughter and we sprinted into the forest.

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The tedium of high school was unbearable. Unbearable even more so since I lost her. Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, Alice and I pulled into the parking lot of that damning school. I couldn't return here. Here is where I first encountered that enchanting scent. We went through our morning classes. Emmett, Jasper and I had the same math class. "I can't wait to see her, she's so hot," one student commented as we entered the class. The three of us took our seats in the back of the classroom. "Here she comes," another student said. I noticed the boys in the class were keyed up. I saw all of them had a crush on their teacher. How typical. I looked down at my desk. This was the classroom where she and I English lit together. "Good morning, class," I heard the bell voice of the teacher speak. I looked up, the voice sounded too familiar. "Good morning, Ms. Platt," the students responded in unison. That was unusual; this was high school, not kindergarten. "I understand we have some new students today." The woman sat at the desk, with the roster blocking her face from my view.

She was too still behind her desk for a moment. I noticed the pale skin; a vampire teacher? I heard her exhale and lowered the roster from her face. My eyes widened, no. This wasn't possible. How could this have happened? She staggered as she stood and leaned against her desk, "Jasper Hale, Emmett & Edward Cullen." She stared at us, with fear in her eyes. This was the face I mourned for. For more than I century, I dreamt of this face, as much as a vampire can dream. That face which clouded my mind, it was here. But it was pale and hard, but I didn't care. It was here, she was here. "Welcome to my class. I am Ms. Platt." She turned away from the class and she let her hair done. It fell down her back to her waist. The scent of it hit me and I inhaled deeply. It was sweeter than I remembered. Floral, with the scent of vampire. Damn, she is so hot, I heard a student. I wanted to pounce and crush him. She was mine, or at least, she was. She asked for the classes' assignment and wrote equations on the board. "Alright, now figure out these equations. Raise your hand when you've solved them." Emmett, Jasper and I looked at each other. We finished the work in less than a minute and raised our hands before she could sit.

She came down to our desks. If only the skirt were shorter, another student asked. I didn't take my eyes off of her. She stopped at Jasper's desk, "Bella?" She looked at him, "Correct." It was obvious it was her. "What happen?" Emmett asked. "Correct," was all she said. She wasn't answering their questions. She was being a teacher and checking their work. Finally, she was at my desk. Her hair fell over her shoulder and I reached out to touch it, but I drew back. She exhaled and looked at me, "Correct." My head was swimming from the scent of her breath. She turned and went back to the front of the class. She moved so much more gracefully now. I missed her clumsiness, but she was beautiful this was too. I caught images of vulgar acts from some of the other students. I wanted to sprint to the front of the class, take her in my arms, and run.

She began her lesson. I saw the sprinkles of the chalk falling from her hands. Whenever there were questions, Emmett, Jasper and I answered. I noticed her rolling her eyes. I lingered on them. They were gold, as gold as mine were. How I missed the deep, chocolate brown eyes of hers, but they were long gone. I still had the pictures she took with my family. I kept them in perfect condition, with all the millions of times I looked them. She went through her lesson so fast that she let the class have free time. I watched her as she read and gaze out the window. I remember that look, she was in deep thought.

I'm going to be eighteen next week, so I can definitely ask her out, one brave student asked. I saw his inappropriate thoughts of that magnificent creature I loved. I saw myself smacking him out the window. Emmett and Jasper were talking about what could have happened to her. Mercifully, the bell rang and she was brought back. She sat on her desk and saw the children out. We're not going anywhere, until we know what happened to her, Jasper declared. Alice is going to flip. That would be a good thing. Alice loved Bella too, second to my love for her. Esme and Carlisle will be thrilled to see her. After the last student left, she sat at the edge of her desk; arms crossed and stared at us. We walked up to her.

Playing the authority in the room, "You're going to be late for your next class." Emmett asked first, "Bella? What happened to you?" She turned her head and scoffed, "The same thing that happened to you, only more violent." Jasper stood forward, "Bella, please. What happened?" She looked to him, "Not now. Later. I have another class." After so long, I was so close to her, "Bella, when?" This is not what I wanted for her, "When did this happen to you?" She was about to answer, when someone with a speeding heart entered the room, "Momma, are you ready?" All our heads turned and there was another student. She could have been Bella's twin. The same heart shaped face, the same full lips, curly hair and, my favorite, the same deep chocolate brown eyes. There were some differences, her hair was jet-black, she had the same sharp teeth as Bella had now and she stood too still like the rest of us. Another major difference is what she called Bella, Momma?

Bella's voice was so sweet, "Yes, give me a minute. I'll meet you outside." More vampires, wonderful, but they had eyes like Momma, the young lady thought as she departed. Jasper gasped, "Why did she call you 'Momma'?" "Because she's my daughter." Bella stood and gathered her things, "I said later. I have to hunt." With that, she left and I heard her accelerated speed. The three of us stood in the room, "Her daughter?" Emmett whispered. Jasper shook his head, "Let's go. Rose and Alice will need to know this." He looked to me, "Edward, you ok?" I shook my head, "What have I done?"

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"Momma, who were they? Did you know them?" Renesmee asked after I took down a deer. She was so insightful, like Charlie. "Honey, I will explain everything later. Just right now, I have to think." She stood and hugged me, "Don't worry. We'll be fine. No matter what we have to do, we have each other." I kissed her hair, "Thank you, sweetie. But, we will decide what we have to do." She smiled, "Ok. Let's get back." We ran back to the school and crept into the parking lot. We walked past my car and saw them standing by their cars. Alice looked over and smiled widely. I shook my head, "Get to class. I will see you after school." She looked back and hugged me, "Bye Momma." She flitted to the buildings and I walked over to them. "Bella? Oh, Bella," Alice hugged me. I laughed once, "Alice, I'm a teacher. Calm down." She stepped back, "I'm sorry. I'm just so happy to see you." I smiled wryly, "I'm happy to see you too." Rosalie was silent.

Emmett asked, "Bell, why did you change your name?" "Because I was Bella Swan in the last place I lived. I alternate me name every place I go." Rosalie looked back, "Who was that?" I looked to her, "My daughter, Renesmee. Well, the public story is she is my niece I inherited after my sister passed away. You can't ignore how much she and I look alike." Emmett grabbed my wrist, "Please, Bella. You have to give us something." I sighed "You want something. Fine, come by my house at 6 with Carlisle and Esme. Ness and I will tell you everything." Emmett didn't release my wrist, "Bella, please. At least tell us how you have a daughter? Was she a relative of yours?" I shook my head, "She really is my daughter, biologically," I looked to their faces, "I was raped."