Author's Note: Well, readers, here is your next chap. DESCENDANT is fast drawing to a close you guys. I am planning to name the sequel to this I SET YOU FREE. What do you think? Too dramatic? Anyway, there's a couple more chapters before this conflict is resolved but the bigger conflict lies in the sequel so stay tuned.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. You are bonkers if you believe otherwise.

I locked myself in my room once Evelyn left me alone. Guests from all over the world were arriving for the party and made more noise than I could handle. The party wasn't scheduled until two nights from tonight, but they liked to ingratiate themselves to my father by arriving early. I, however, was in a foul mood and had no intention of exchanging pleasantly meaningless greetings with the guests.

I collapsed onto the bed and burrowed under the blankets, pulling them up over my head. I regulated my breathing and closed my eyes as the images of my fight with Edward replayed in front of me. I had to remind myself to stay calm as I continued to go over the morning second by second.

I suddenly realized that my short conversation with Edward didn't make any sense at all. I'd asked him why he didn't meet me, but he never answered my question. In fact, he had carefully avoided it. Something must have happened to make him act so strange, but he obviously didn't think that I should know about it. I sighed heavily smothered my face with my pillow.

"Bella, are you in there?"

Alice. Even through all the fabric I had enfolded myself in, I could tell it was her. That means they've all come back. I groaned and popped my head out of the blanket. I considered telling her to go away or just not answering, but reminded myself that Alice may know something about this catastrophe.

"Yeah, come in," I called propping myself up on the pillow.

Alice pushed the door open and stepped into the room cautiously, checking to see if I was still angry. I smiled reassuringly and she visibly relaxed. She closed the door behind her and crossed the room to sit down next to my legs on the bed.

"Bella, are you feeling better now?" She asked concerned. I nodded.

"I'm sorry about this morning. I didn't mean to blow up at you guys," I apologized roughly. I wasn't used to apologizing to anyone.

"It's okay. I don't blame you." She crossed her arms and her expression was annoyed. She definitely knew something I didn't.

"Alice, do you know why Edward was acting so strangely?" I asked. I stared her down, trying to fish out the truth from her with my eyes.

She opened her mouth to speak, but seemed to think better of it. I pulled myself up from the bed and knelt on top of the comforter, not letting Alice escape from my gaze.

"Alice-" I began, but she interrupted me.

"I'm sorry, Bella." She rushed. "I can't tell you anything. Please don't force me to." I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"Fine," I huffed, finally looking away. What now?

"Bella?"

"Hm?"

"Don't be mad at Edward. He cares for you more than you think, but he has too much pride to admit it," she explained.

"He sure has a strange way of showing it," I grumbled.

"Edward can be pretty childish sometimes. I hope you can go talk to him," she hinted.

"Me? I haven't done anything wrong, why should I have to go talk to him?" I demanded. Alice let out a frustrated growl and shook her head.

"You are both so stubborn!" She said and got up to leave. "I can't believe that both of you are going to waste a chance like this over some stupid misunderstanding!" What misunderstanding?

"Wait, Alice!" I said surging to my feet and grabbing her before she left. "What are you talking about? What misunderstanding?"

She gasped and her hands flew up to her mouth. Her eyes were wide and she shook her head vigorously.

"Alice, tell me," I pressed. She shook her head vigorously. "Alice, if you don't tell me, then how am I supposed to make things better?"

I was determined to pry it out of her even if it took all day, but I gave her a moment to consider my request. After a minute she dropped her hands slowly and nodded. She took a deep breath before she began.

"Last night, Edward went out to meet you," she began. He did go. But why didn't he show up? "He returned shortly after looking grim and angry. When I asked him what was wrong, he wouldn't tell me anything." Alice paused and stared at me, searching for something. When she didn't seem to find anything, she continued.

"Well, when I saw you in the morning, I figured that the reason you were so mad was because of Edward. I dragged him out to talk to you, but it didn't seem to help. After you left, I asked Edward the same question you asked me. He told me that he was tired of being your fool and that was that."

I walked back to the bed and sank down. What did he mean he was tired of being my fool? There were so many things I didn't understand. I never made him into a fool.

"Bella, what happened between you two?" she asked gently. "Is there something between you and Alex?"

I looked up at Alice sharply. She stared back at me waiting for an answer. I suddenly realized exactly what happened. That idiot! I jumped up from the bed and grabbed Alice by the shoulders.

"Where is Edward, Alice?" I demanded. She seemed surprised by my question and looked at me blankly.

"I don't know," she replied.

"Go find Evelyn and tell her to inform everyone that my party will be tonight," I ordered, automatically falling back on old habits. Luckily, Alice was too confused to mind.

"Sure, but why?" Alice wondered.

"Just do it for me, please? I'll explain later," I reassured. She nodded and I hugged her.

After I released her, I left the room. I was on a mission. I was still angry at Edward for assuming so much without clarifying anything with me first, but I had to clear this up. My happiness wasn't going to come to me, so I had to go to it.

I reached the stairway and was about to descend the stairs when I heard the sound of the piano echoing from the ballroom. I froze as the familiar notes drifted lazily through the air. It was the song he played for me before. It was just as sad and lonely as ever. I smiled at the memory of that day and turned to head to the ballroom.

I walked slowly, being extra careful not to make a single sound. Times like this made me wish my father would at least allow me to use my power in the mansion. I placed my hand on the handle and pushed it down gently. The door slid open and I saw Edward at the piano with his eyes looking straight ahead. I slipped into the room and closed the door silently behind me. The only movement Edward made was his fingers flying across the keys of the piano.

I laid my back against the door but kept my eyes on him. I wish knew what went on in that thick head of his sometimes. He didn't seem as strong as he was on the beach, but maybe he hadn't realized anyone was around.

The tune was coming to an end and I began to move silently across the room. Edward hit the last note and then sighed heavily. I shook my head. Why act like everything's fine just to break down later? As I walked toward him I expected him to look up, but he just stared straight ahead as if the wall was all that mattered to him.

It wasn't until I climbed onto the platform that he finally looked at me. He kept his face expressionless as I slid onto the bench next to him. I kept a few inches between us when I sat, but he scooted as far away from me as the bench would allow. He wasn't going to make this easy, that's for sure.