Chapter 13
Hello Again! Today's chapter is…Emmett Movie Marathon! Thanks to all who gave me suggestions for funny Emmett movies. I tried to use as many as I could. Good news, I won my first basketball game! Yay! Sorry this took a while to get out. I have a mild case of writers block and am so busy with school and junk. I know, bad time to get writers block, the most exciting part of the story is coming. That's why this chapter might not be good. Anyway, on with the chapter!
I don't own anything, Stephenie Meyer does. Don't own the Spice Girls either.
Previously;
Bella;
I see that you're enjoying yourself with your new family. Don't expect it to last. I will get you back for the misery you've caused me. And don't think of telling your dear Edward about this, either. Remember, I have weapons more powerful than your wildest dreams. So don't think of telling. We wouldn't want someone to get hurt, would we? It's all up to you. So enjoy your last days in happiness because soon it will all be taken away from you—forever.
V
BPOV
My blood chilled to ice. Who was this note from? Who was 'V?' And, most importantly, what did she want from me? It wasn't a trick from Emmett or someone, I could feel it. No, this was real.
"Bella, where are you?" I heard Edward's voice from the car in which he was parked outside. He sounded worried.
Edward. He couldn't know about this. If this 'V' wanted to come to get me, she could but if she hurt Edward…
I had to make it so that he suspects nothing. If he found the note, I didn't know what he would do. I could do that much. I could protect him. If he found V—I couldn't think about that. I had to protect him. And if that meant dooming myself, so be it.
"Sorry, be right down," I spoke in a normal voice. I knew he would hear. I grabbed a sweatshirt to show what I had gone up to fetch in the first place. I put on a calm and normal face as I raced down the long staircase and went back to the car.
"You ready to watch Emmett making a fool of himself again?" Edward asked teasingly. Oh, yeah. That's what we came into the car for. I blinked. I had forgotten about that. The most recent note had driven everything else from my mind.
"Bella?" Edward's voice cut into my thoughts. He sounded worried.
I snapped out of my mind. "Uh, yeah." I had forgotten the question. I would have to pay better attention if I wanted him not to notice anything. He gave me a strange look. I tried to look as innocent as I could under these circumstances, but I don't think I fooled him.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"What are you talking about? I'm fine." So far, I mentally added. He gave me a look that quite plainly said I-know-you're-up-to-something-and-I-will-find-out-what-it-is. But thankfully, he let the subject drop for now.
We sped down the road to the Cullen's house. Not surprisingly, Alice and Mary were there with about 50 boxes. I would be willing to bet all of my money that about 30 were boxes of Mary's clothes.
Alice ran up to me, clipboard in hand. "Bella, we've been waiting! You are so slow! Anyway, we were wondering if you wanted your own room or if you want to share with Edward." I blushed inwardly. How I wanted to say I would share a room with him! But I couldn't. If he found one of these mysterious notes…
"I think I'll have my own room." I told her. Edward's previously happy face fell considerably. "Let's go watch Emmett being an idiot," I told Edward.
"After you," He held open the front door for me. He led me down to the basement, where there was an extremely large television and an ancient VCR. You didn't see those everyday anymore.
"A VCR?" I asked. He smiled sheepishly.
"Yep. We haven't gotten used to all of the technology of the twenty-second century." He replied. I nodded, shocked. Edward Cullen, who could do anything, could not program the newest HFU? There were only a couple hundred wires…
He led me to the couch, where he pulled his arms around me. I snuggled in closer to his chest. My skin was as cold as his now, so his skin felt warm. It was a pleasant change. He broke the peaceful silence.
"Why don't you want to share my room with me?" He asked. I looked up at him. He seemed to be focused on looking anywhere except at me.
I kept my voice light and even as I lied, "I didn't want to steal your room. I'm so clumsy that if I shared your room I would probably fall and break something important—like your CD's." He couldn't know that real reason. If he found about the notes, he would have to see them, and I couldn't have him finding out about 'V,' my mysterious enemy. And if I had to hurt him to do it, I would—to protect him.
"What CD's?" He asked, a slightly pained look on his face.
I winced. Edward had broken all of his CD's after he had left me. He left one alone, a copy of the CD that he had given me with my lullaby on it. But he hadn't played that, or seen it. It had stayed stuffed in the back of the closet, along with a scrapbook he had made of me, using some pictures that Alice had somehow gotten a hold of. I still remembered when, just last week, he had shown me it and told me the story.
(Flashback)
"Here" Edward handed something back to me. A book of some kind. I wondered what it held. He had already shown me the CD.
I took the thick book into my hands and looked on the cover. It was beautiful, with pink flowers in the background. The name, Isabella Marie Swan was written in black, flowing letters—Edward's handwriting.
I let out a gasp. "Oh, Edward." I opened up the cover and saw a great assortment of photos. And they were all of me. From when I was a baby until I was eighteen, the year he left. Different pictures, different times, different places, different people. There was me with Renee, with Charlie, with my grandmother, with Edward, and with so many more people, their names and faces long since forgotten.
I kept turning pages, and remembering the faintest of memories, faint maybes leftover from my human life. Edward had been correct. Human memories do fade.
Then I turned a page, and suddenly there were no more pictures. Instead, there were letters. Love letters. Pages and pages of letters. To me.
I looked up at Edward, trying to read his face, the way his jaw was set, clenched even. But he did not look down at me. He stared straight ahead, out the window.
Dearest Bella;
I love you. I'm so, so sorry that I left you all those years ago. But, by now you probably don't even remember me. After all, your memories would fade. But mine won't. I will remember you forever. If only I was human, so I could live and die and fall in love without spending the whole time fighting the urge to kill you. But I'm not. So my memories will never fade into the dust, never to rise again. Yours will. Be thankful. After all, just like you told your mother, I was just a crush. I know human nature, Bella.
I know that this is stupid and childish and that you will never read this. But I guess that a part of me just needs to write this to you. You're probably with your human husband now, with kids and everything. And I couldn't be happier for you. It's why I left, after all. If you hear a rustling in the wind, or the ocean on the beach, know that I will always be here, right next to you, forever. And even though you have probably moved on, know that I have always and will always, love you. Forever.
Edward.
Oh, how wrong he was, I thought sadly. I can't believe he wrote this. It was so sweet. I now knew at least what he really felt. I looked up to say something, I hadn't decided what yet.
He was still staring out the window, blindly. I put my arms around his waist instead, and snuggled closer to him. He seemed to snap out of the state that he was in, and he bent down and kissed me on my temple.
(End flashback)
I didn't say anything. I think he could tell that I was lying, but he was probably guessed it was for a different reason. He probably thought it was because he thought I didn't love him as much as he loved me. But really all I was trying to do was keep him safe.
He sighed, and pressed down on the play button on the remote. Emmett popped up onto the screen. He was wearing a cape that had the initials SE on the back. I assumed it stood for Super Emmett. He was standing in the middle of a playground. It was empty except for five kids playing in the sandbox eating cupcakes. He raced up at the camera and said in a dramatic television announcer voice, "Super Emmett will save the day…again!"
He raced towards the sandbox directly toward one of the kids and took one of the cupcakes. "Don't worry; you will never have to eat these foul things again!" He turned towards the camera. "Don't worry; the kids of Washington are safe again, thanks to Su-"
All of a sudden, the five kids from the sandbox ran up to Emmett and tackled him. He fell over, more from surprise then anything else, I presumed.
"You…bad…man…steal…cupcakes" What was I could make out that the kids were screaming at Emmett. His cape had now fallen off and now was ripped and torn in multiple places. Who knew kids could be so vicious?
Suddenly I couldn't keep it in any longer. The sight of Emmett being tackled by six year olds was hilarious. It seemed like it had been forever since I had just laughed because I felt like it. Edward started laughing too, our voices, formed a weird but perfect kind of melody.
By now the children's mothers had come and dragged their kicking and screaming children off of Emmett. He got up with a groan, and then spotted the camera.
"You taped all of that?" he gasped. Then he proceeded to tackle the cameraman. The tape shook and went blank. Then it went straight to the next episode.
By the time it was all over, I had seen Emmett try liver, because he assumed that if humans hated it and didn't eat it, vampire could eat it. That one didn't turn out too good for Emmett. He had also been caught in a bikini singing to one of the Spice Girls songs on top of his bed. Don't ask. That one was rather disturbing.
Finally the reel of seemingly endless Embarrassing Emmett Moments drew to a close. I sighed. Some of them had been very entertaining. Emmett is such an idiot. I just lay, curled up against Edward, content to stay there forever.
Then I was interrupted. "Bella, we've finished your room!" Alice trilled. "And Edward, we have to talk to you about, well, you know."
"Oh. Okay, Alice." Edward replied. What is Alice talking about? Oh well, I suppose I'll find out sooner or later. I wanted to see what they had done to my room.
I walked up the spiral staircase, past Rose and Emmett's room, to the second to last door on the right. Oh, my room was right next to Edwards. Perfect.
I let out a gasp as I walked into my new room. They had really outdone themselves. The whole right wall was covered in bookshelves, and was lined with my entire book collection. I could spot Pride and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility, two of my favorites. I didn't have a bed, just a long brown couch. The closet was small, perfect for me. I saw they had bought me multiple new outfits, but I suppose it could have been worse, knowing Alice and Mary.
But this wasn't what caught my attention the most. On the couch, there was a note.
"Bella, could you come down here, I need to talk to you about something." I ignored Edward's voice and strode purposefully towards the couch, with a growing sense of dread.
Bella;
I've given you more then enough time. I'm afraid that your time in happiness is now up. These are your instructions; you must follow them very precisely, or I'm afraid your 'family' will suffer greatly. I have an army at my service, ready to strike down anyone who tries to help you. You shall bring no one, or I shall tell my army to strike. And I really don't think that it's necessary that we bring anyone else into this, do you. Enclosed are your directions…
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Jaime