AN:I know that I haven't updated in forever, but please forgive me. Life has just been so hectic lately, and I've had a lot of changes to deal with lately… well let's just say that I haven't really been myself for a few weeks. Hope you like the chappie, especially since you had to wait so long for it!
Chapter 14
Bella's Pov
So here I was, standing in the shower, begging the scalding water to rid me of the confusion that was stretching me beyond my limit, way beyond. Was Alec actually in my room, most likely sitting on my bed?
I quickly finished my shower, threw on my cotton boxers and a large, old t-shirt.
When I got to my bedroom door I saw Alec sitting on my bed, looking out the window, seemingly lost in thought. Yet, this whole situation was not a fantasy of my seemingly bewildered mind.
I stepped forward into the room, expecting Alec to turn toward me. He did not. Even when I was only a few feet away, he seemed to be in another world, paying no attention to what his senses were telling him.
I carefully lifted my hand and placed it on his stone hard, cold shoulder. He blinked slowly and turned his entire body to face me.
I studied his face, and as I searched I noted that his eyes seemed empty, sad, and perhaps even held the soul of a lost little boy searching for purpose.
As I watched his eyes cleared, and grew bright with humor. "How was your shower?" he asked merrily, taking in my appearance.
It continually puzzled me how his emotions could change so drastically in so little time.
"Wonderful," I answered sarcastically.
"Too worried that I might break something?"
I rolled my eyes, "More like worried about the fact that I might be incredibly close to becoming insane and you're just a hallucination."
He chuckled sadly, "I'm afraid I'm as real as it gets."
"That's good news, I wouldn't be able to look forward to… shoot, I really have to get to the hospital."
"Sudden changes in topic there, Bells."
The only person I had ever tolerated to call me "Bells" was Charlie, but I felt no need to correct Alec, though I would never admit that to any one, most likely even to myself.
"You don't know Charlie. He worries too much about me as it is. The fact that he thinks I'm with Edward won't help either."
"Why?" He asked in confusion.
"He hasn't really forgiven Edward for leaving me last fall, it makes him nervous."
"Have you known Edward for long?"
"I've known him, but like I said he left with the rest of his family for about five months. I guess you could say that I met him about a year ago."
"You're not from here are you?"
"No, I lived in Phoenix for most of my life, with my mom." For some unknown reason I felt that I needed him to know that small detail, after all I hadn't even known him very long. I found it odd that this one person had learned more about me than some of my friends had learned since I came a year ago.
"Do you like it here?"
"You sure do have a lot of questions don't you," I asked, exasperated.
"I'm just getting even with you from earlier."
I passed a hand over my eyes before lifting my head to meet his gaze. "I'm not sure, sometimes the rain and gloominess gets to me, but I really don't think I'd ever be able to leave. It's as if this small town has placed an enchantment on me to keep me from leaving."
"It's odd; before I came here I had felt no attachment to anyone, nothing. Now I have Edward, this town…. And perhaps even you."
His eyes suddenly darkened. "I'm sorry about earlier. I acted way out of line." His tone held none of the emotion that his eyes had only a moment before.
If I had learned anything of Alec in the past few hours it seemed to be that there was more to him than he let on, even he himself could not trust his mind, or perhaps it was his heart.
"Alec…" I wasn't sure of what I wanted him to know.
"Alec," I began again, "it's fine."
He stepped forward, taking my hand in his. His lips gently rested on mine, his breath playing across them as he spoke, "But it won't be." His lips rested against mine, not sweet as they had been before, but the affection and confusion was still evident.
Without another word he turned and slid gracefully out my window. I stared at his retreating back, trembling.
"It's not fair," I whispered into the darkness.
My room suddenly grew dark as my eyes were covered. I felt a hand secure my wrists behind my back, and a needle being stuck in the soft, delicate flesh of my arm.
"Life's not fair," a voice whispered in my ear, "and you'll learn that soon enough." As reality drifted away I heard a faint chuckling that seemed oh so familiar.
Alec's Pov
(Same scene, just in Alec's Pov)
Her room was as I expected, not crowded. It didn't contain some of ingredients that I had always believed should be in a girl's room.
The rocking chair in the corner was a reminder of her past, her father's past, that had been absent of her on most occasions.
I sat on the end of her slightly worn bed.
Nothing like this had ever happened to me. Since my transformation, I had done my best to avoid everything and everyone.
My gift had always frightened me, and probably always would. I mused quietly to myself.
Even with my limited experience with humans I knew that there was something different about Bella. I doubted that I would ever figure it out, that I ever would be able to even if my powers did work on her as they was supposed to.
My human emotions, though they had been dormant for long, were fully functional, and the emotions that overwhelmed me every time my eyes rested on her shocked me. The feeling of embarrassment, resentment, lust, and love was a thing that I had never expected to encounter again.
I loved Bella, and so did Edward. At least when he was sane he did. Fuming with anger, I stared forward out the window watching the early morning sun play across the glass pane.
Evelyn would pay for what she was doing to Edward, what she was having me do intentionally or not. With Evelyn nothing was ever fully revealed until your part in it was accomplished.
Evelyn was never someone that you wished to be associated with; to her you where nothing but a pawn or puppet to help her achieve what she needed, or more often, wanted.
It was amazing how little her father knew about what she did. Of course he knew that what she did was not right and most often not legal; he could do nothing to stop her.
That fact had remained hidden to all, but a few predicted. Evelyn was the most powerful vampire ever created. But in this world, everything must have something -or in this case someone- equal of stance and power.
Only four people knew who this person was; Evelyn, her father, Carlisle, and me, Evelyn's equal.
My gift was not one given to any before me. Evelyn and I were the most powerful vampires ever created, and most likely the most powerful that ever would.
My life was planned before I even knew for myself, if I had anyone to blame for my sorrowful existence it would be the Volturi, the ones who changed us, as one of Aro's stupid experiments.
I felt a hand resting on my shoulder, and shuddered at the sudden contact, amazingly I hadn't noticed that I was no longer alone.
I turned to face her, blinking my thoughts away.
I watched as she studied my face, taking in everything. Her findings were clearly displayed in her eyes; the sadness and loneliness that I had hidden for so long had been discovered, evidently.
I averted my eyes from her face, taking in her appearance, the damp hair tucked behind her ears, the overly large T-shirt allowing only a sliver of the blue boxers she was wearing.
I smiled up at her, "How was your shower?" I asked merrily.
I watched as the look in her eyes turned to confusion, it wasn't very surprising that she found my mood swings puzzling, I had had years to perfect them.
"Wonderful," she answered, her voice allowing a hint of annoyance to show through.
"Too worried that I might break something?"
She rolled her eyes, "More like worried about the fact that I might be incredibly close to becoming insane and you're just a hallucination."
I chuckled sadly, as much as I wished that were the truth, it could not be avoided.
"I'm afraid I'm as real as it gets."
"That's good news, I wouldn't be able to look forward to… shoot, I really have to get to the hospital." And to think she though my mood swings were random, her thoughts were even worse.
"Sudden changes in topic there, Bells."
"You don't know Charlie. He worries too much about me as it is. The fact that he thinks I'm with Edward won't help either."
Why?" I asked, finding that notion odd, after all, from what I had discovered, they seemed to immortal soul mates.
"He hasn't really forgiven Edward for leaving me last fall, it makes him nervous." I was learning more about her past with every second that passed by.
"Have you known Edward for long?"
"I've known him, but like I said he left with the rest of his family for about five months. I guess you could say that I met him about a year ago."
When I actually thought about it made some sense, in a strange, distorted way.
"You're not from here are you?" I wasn't sure about it, but she seemed different than the other residents I had observed a few weeks earlier, when my charge had been to observe Evelyn's future home.
"No, I lived in Phoenix for most of my life, with my mom." For some unknown reason I felt that I needed him to know that small detail, after all I hadn't even known him very long. I found it odd that this one person had learned more about me than some of my friends had learned since I came a year ago.
"Do you like it here?"
"You sure do have a lot of questions don't you," she asked, exasperated.
"I'm just getting even with you from earlier." I felt an annoying need to tease her. I kept trying to convince myself that it was to cheer her up, but I knew that I was truly doing it only help myself.
She covered her eyes with her hand, pausing a moment to connect her thoughts so that they would make sense. "I'm not sure, sometimes the rain and gloominess gets to me, but I really don't think I'd ever be able to leave. It's as if this small town has placed an enchantment on me to keep me from leaving."
In the little time I had spent on this small cloudy peninsula I had developed identical feelings. Although, in my case the feeling was probably based on the fact that for once in a long time I had a feeling of freedom.
"It's odd. Before I came here I had felt attachment to no one, nothing. Now I have Edward, this town…. and perhaps even you."
This was not how the plan was supposed to be going, Evelyn had said that this would be a simple and easy task, not to mention that the pay would be good. Not that I would receive money -I had plenty of that- but protection from Evelyn's powers.
"I'm sorry about earlier. I acted way out of line." I made sure my tone sounded unfeeling, blank.
"Alec…" she paused, seeming to contemplate what to say next, or maybe what to express.
"Alec," she started again, "it's fine."
I stepped forward, taking her soft warm hand into my eternally frozen one. My lips gently rested upon hers, her scent overwhelming my senses, "But it won't be." I whispered against her lips
Without another word I turned and slid gracefully out her window, landing in a crouched position on the damp lawn before walking down the street and into a thin cloud of fog that hovered above the street.
Bella needed to learn that I wasn't someone to trust, I just didn't know what to do to prove that to her.
B/N: I knew there was something up with that dude. –shakes head sadly- Mistakes are on me, I edited this kind of quickly. Happy...late Valentine's Day and an early St. Patty's day peoples!
AN: sorry if it was a little confusing throughout some parts, it really is hard to get your point across without giving everything away. Because everyone keeps asking me if Edward and Bella are still going to be together I'll give you the true answer, I really don't know. When I began this story I didn't even know I was going to have Alec in it. The plot of my story is completely different than I originally though it would be. I'll say something that many people don't understand unless you truly are a writer, you don't decide what's going to happen, the story pretty much writes its self. I'm sorry if that doesn't make a lot of sense but that's how it really is with a lot of true writers, even Stephenie Meyer said a story writes its self. Okay, I am finally done with my babbling, until next time!
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