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This is a short one, as geography and literature are kicking my butt.

BPOV

Charlie came home at six o'clock sharp. He hung his jacket on the hanger and put down his gun. I didn't like to look at it hanging by his waist, I didn't trust such things.

"Hi, dad." I called; he came into the kitchen looking glad.

I couldn't decide if it was because I was cooking or because of his work.

"How was school, Bells?" he asked, sitting down at the counter.

I decided not to tell about the accident at the gym, I put on a smile and turned to him.

"It was fine." I answered, turning back to the stove.

How much time it would take for him to know about me not attending today, at all? Mike Newton would say something to his parents, then they'd ask Charlie if I was fine. No, that wouldn't happen.

"I'm almost done with making mushroom ravioli." I added, "You're home just in time for it."

I noticed him shuffling in his seat, but I paid no more attention to it; Charlie was always eager for dinner, as he worked all day and then came home, all dependant on me by the stove. It did not make me feel as if I was working for him; it made me pleased that someone appreciated something like this. Cooking wasn't tough, I had learned the basic and much more when Renee and Phil were out of the house all the time. I decided to be less contingent on whether Renee would make something or bring home some take-away stuff. She felt relieved and I was happy that I could make her work less.

"Here you go." I said as I put the plate in front of him. He eyed me suspiciously.

"You're not eating?"

"I… I'm not hungry." I answered with a smile; I had not taken it off.

I didn't feel hungry, the nervousness from what had happened took my mind off everything, so I had forgotten about eating and now I realized I didn't want to. I excused myself and went upstairs, opening my laptop.

I opened Google and typed in the first word I remembered being mentioned when I talked to Edward and Melody.

The Cold one.

I took a deep breath and pressed 'search'.

MPOV

I ran through the forest, passing doers without a second look.

I hoped no one had seen me, but in the same time, it wouldn't matter now. I didn't care about the mindless humans that had their own little, tiny spaces, they were dumb creatures. I know that I was one of them years ago, but all my memories had banished. I couldn't remember that much about my family. I knew my mother was a redhead, a wonderful one, a bright person with only her good habits. In flashbacks, I could see my father, too. He was always excited about going into war, fighting for his country. One time he did not come back, my mother was devastated but I didn't let a tear touch my eyes. I rarely cried and now, I wished I hadn't wasted all the time I had to cry by not doing it. Dry sobbing, I hated it. I hated being human; but now; I hated being like this, too. Emotionless, cold, frightening, I shivered trying to place my mind on how beautiful I was, pretty girl. The people, vampires or no, had always called me like that, but what did the prettiness give if I could not even keep the one I loved next to me? It was nothing, a plain cover of what was inside of me when some plain Mary Sue was taking the love of my forever away.

Ignoring Esme's demand that we always enter the house using the door, I went through the window in Edward's room. Ironic how it was never mine, I never had a corner in this house to call my own. Of course, there was a guest room - yellowish walls with boring paintings.

My eyes went over the things in Edward's room, I knew that Alice would see me doing so, but I didn't care, I needed to throw out the anger I felt. First, I went to his recordings. Mozart, Beethoven, Debussy. One by one, they all greeted the trees; I heard the noise when they fell on the ground, wonderful.

"Melody, I promise to love you. We will get married, I cannot tell you WHEN but I know that I want my eternity to be with you. We will have a wonderful forever together…"

Edward promises went out along with them. He was a monster, I wasn't denying.

When I was done with the records, I went on with his awards, degrees and diplomas. Using my strength, I could throw shelves out, but I wanted to enjoy the every piece of it. The sweet revenge that wasn't really a revenge, it was more of… something I did to feel whole again. It didn't help, I knew it, but I did for myself as a solace.

"Melody, stop."

His cold voice entered my ears, yet he did not stop me. Edward watched me with his usual expression, which just shoved how much he didn't care. He'd rather let me destroy everything than talk or stop me, words 'stop' wasn't a way to a vampire's heart. That selfish jerk, I thought throwing out his degree of higher mathematics, how old was it?

"I care, please, stop and listen to me."

Words weren't affecting me, I continued. Finally, his hands grabbed me by my waist and put me down only when we were in the center of the room where I wasn't able to touch anything except for him. Maybe I could hurt him? I was no Bella to act like I'm the weak one. I looked him in the eye, he didn't look away, nor break the contact. We didn't even blink, it was easier for me to find the truth by looking into his eyes that using sentences to describe us and what was happening with the said 'us'. I could feel myself falling apart, yet I didn't stop.

"Listen to what."

I barely opened my lips, I wasn't up for chit chats, I'd rather rip him to shreds and never see him again.

"I'm sorry. I really am for everything that I did and will do in future, but I want you to know, no matter what is destined for Bella and me, I want you to stay. With me or simply near me, I don't want to see you leave because of me." Edward spoke up, still looking into my eyes. Was he trying to prove his point that way? It certainly wasn't working on me, I didn't believe it.

"So, you'll be using me as your decoy to get Isabella jealous?" I hissed.

"Don't be absurd! I and Bella, we're different, I don't know from where did Alice pull all her visions from, but… it's not like that." He was mumbling, that indicated that he's unsure of his words. Edward rarely did that, but now, it seemed he was lost at the crossroads, not knowing which to choose.

"I'm not good at explaining things, I want you to come down stairs and talk to my family. Well, they want you to." He added, looking at me.

He was waiting for me to make a move, but I debated.

Finally I had decided.

I broke the gaze in an instant and went down, just to be caught by Rosalie; she wrapped me in a hug. I didn't know what to do next, when she kept caressing my hair, throwing looks at Edward that was coming down the stairs, and murmuring how everything's going to be alright. Rose was my sister; I believed that if Emmett wasn't the one holding her here, she would be in Alaska by now. We were similar, both looks and character vise, separated at birth as Cullens sometimes joked. It was no trouble for us to get along, and now I could say that she, somehow, is my family.

Rosalie finally let go of me, her hand on my shoulder, I faced the family. Esme looked heartbroken, as did Carlisle. Emmett was amused by something, but I didn't want to guess what exactly was going on in his pervert mind. He always had nice things to say.

"So, you saw everything?" I whispered, not looking at anyone in particular. The painting above the loveseat was much more pleasant Erminia Finding the Wounded Tancred.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Emmett chuckle, he always found something to laugh about like a little boy. Sometimes it was annoying, like now, but sometimes he managed to amuse. He earned a smack from Rose, who had let go of me completely and stood next to him.

"Saw? We didn't need to, we HEARD you upstairs going on like a tornado." Emmett answered; I shot a glare at him.

Another smack from Rosalie, check. He pouted, but I knew, nothing and no one could hurt him. Emmett was invincible.

"Alice saw it in her vision and then she came to tell us." Carlisle explained, looking at me sympathetically.

Alice was always ready to tell them everything; I didn't want to know how much she had seen. Did she see me killing Bella, her blood dripping down my lips and me feeling the pleasure that was given to me by tasting a human's blood?

I nodded, accepting his words and nonchalantly searched the room for Alice. Nor she, nor Jasper was anywhere close. Of course, Jasper had a reason; not all the emotions in this room would make him happy, but Alice, she just didn't like me. Obviously, I didn't have to make a guess.

I felt Edward standing next to me; I nervously coughed and turned to Carlisle, as he had all of the answers. Always, there was no time when he would not know what I needed or wanted to talk about, and he had words to underline what he thought, too. His emotions, though, were a blank page for me. He never showed them, but I didn't demand to know.

"What did you want to talk to me about? Is it anything special? Or can I return to destroying Edward's room?" I asked, hearing Emmett snicker… and another smack from Rosalie.

They were not a boring couple.

"Melody, it would be considerate of you to tone down your temper."

I looked at him unbelievingly, how could he ask me to do this? Carlisle could might as well tell his son to tone down his blood lust that was disguised as affection. Edward silently growled, I flinched. I had forgotten about his ability.

"I know, it's hard for you to deal with such betrayal, but you have to understand. Bella's a human, it wouldn't be right for Edward to suddenly switch his skin to run off with someone like her instead of choosing you, so we hope that you both would find your way back to each other." Carlisle continued, watching both of us.

I felt that Edward was trembling, like he didn't like what he had to hear. Hearing the truth was rarely fun. Well, I did not either but I dealt with it. There were no secrets between the family and it was my time to learn it, Edward had spent centuries with them and hadn't learned it yet.

"Being with a human is not forbidden, but now, putting Bella's life under the risk is not worth the friendship or whatever they both have. I mean, you both have, Edward. It's not clever to put your relationship under danger just because you have taken a fancy for someone with blood in their veins and an irresistible scent."

"Carlisle, they have a bond." I was trying to tell it as it is.

No secrets, I reminded myself.

Remembering the look Edward had in his eyes when he was looking at Bella broke my heart once again. I was ready to jump into dry sobbing once again, though I would be fine with breaking another piece of furniture or throwing more of Mozart out of the window.

"The bond can be broken." Carlisle, his voice stern, answered.

"Edward, are you willing to try once more?" Esme spoke up, eyeing him.

I did not want to hear his answer, Edward was known to be stubborn and he always took his own opinion, not listening to others. What came next was a surprise to me.

"Yes, if only Melody is taking me back."

If I had had a beating heart, then it would have skipped a heartbeat or stopped completely. His voice and how sure of his words he sounded. So strange, yet it made me realize that previously I was acting so… weird; I didn't regret it, though.

"I… have to think?" I questioned. I wanted to get out, run away, again. How stupid.

Carlisle nodded, allowing me to go. I walked to the front door, opened them and disappeared in the forest. Once again, I was running.

The wind was blowing into my long, blonde hair and face; I loved the feeling of being free and being able to clean out my mind of all the useless things. The thought of Edward knowing what is going on in my head didn't seem unappealing before, but now, it felt weird. He knew every basic thing about me, though; I was good at hiding what was going on deeper inside.

When I was sure that I am in safe distance of his hearing range, I stopped, looking around. I had not gone out of the forest, and I was not hunting, so I didn't care to which country this forest belonged. I had run for quite a while, yet I wasn't tired, I would never be. The thought filled me with delight.

"I can stop looking at your thoughts, if you want me to."

I heard his voice, but how was that possible, if I had run so far away?

"I followed you; I couldn't let you do something stupid." Edward answered to my thoughts, he was continuing on listening to them. I didn't mind, at least now.

He came out of the bushes, his pale and beautiful face that made me catch my breath when I looked at him. Just like the first day.

"Why would I do something?" I asked, frustrated.

He didn't know me at all, before I'd do something stupid to myself, I would hurt someone else.

"I don't know, but I felt as if I should come after you. I'm sorry, Melody."

He moved himself closer, now being only a step away.

"I want to be with you, it was ridiculous of me to be caught away by Bella, but I promise there's nothing more I wish for than being able to give you my love." He whispered, pleadingly.

I was ridiculous for doing so, but I gave in. I wasn't up for fights, I'd just see where this was going and then, if something went wrong again, I would finally make a move and rip Edward's head off or scare Isabella. I did not know why did I cave in, but now, it felt right to do so.

I nodded; Edward took me in his arms and held me tight.

"It's lovely that I can't crush you." he murmured, I felt a smile appearing on his lips and I couldn't resist to smile as well.

That was my upper hand when it came to Isabella and me; I wasn't some fragile little human that could die while being loved.

"But what about Bella, you gave her hope and now you'll ignore her?"

My voice was too hopeful for my own good, but I didn't care, I had what I wanted.

"I'll go to her tonight and explain it, I hope you don't mind?"

I shook my head, her face would be priceless and she would be torn tomorrow.

"The bond will be broken."

Edward promised kissing the top of my head before he started to run back home with me in his arms. I smiled; I loved when he ran because he was the fastest and it didn't make me afraid, rather thrilled. Isabella Swan would be out of our lives as if she never came. That made my smile grow wider, Edward did not comment my thoughts, he was fine with them being the way they were. It was what made Melody a Melody.

"I'm sorry about your records."

"It's okay, I didn't like Mozart much."

A/N: thank you, you all wonderful bunch of readers! have a good week and lots of fun :)