Pieces Missing

Ella POV

I opened my eyes and there was an annoying ringing in my ears. My head was still pressed half to Stephen's chest and half to the cement with his arms locked tightly around my waist. I was struggling to break free of his grasp when he whispered "don't move you hit your head pretty hard." I looked at him, turning my head to look at his face and my head throbbed and my vision was bleary.

Then I heard the familiar sound of an ambulance and I frowned. Stephen finally stiffly surrendered me – it felt like his whole body was tensed – to the paramedic and they put a stupid neck brace thing on me. God…this is ridiculous. I'm just going to be in that infernal place for a whole of ten minutes just long enough for Carlisle to check on me, tell me I'm perfectly fine, and go home.

Carlisle works at Forks hospital again and long story short no one here remembers him from eighteen years ago. Dr. Cullen is just a really handsome doctor that seems like no one could imitate his effortless beauty, so there was no worries of people who he'd came across before even being suspicious.

When I was in the hospital a rather impertinent nurse took my temperature and blood pressure. She finally left and I took off the stupid neck brace and placed it on the side of me on the small stiff bed I'm sitting on. Then Carlisle and the rest of my family walked in behind him and I rolled my eyes at their anxious expressions, "I'm fine! Relax; I'm not quite as fragile as a porcelain doll, although, you all probably think exactly that."

"What exactly happened?" I heard my Aunt Alice ask. That wasn't usually her she was usually the one with all the answers. Her eyebrows were furrowed, "I saw you get hit by that van as soon as Edward walked in the door. In my vision, Ella, you were so badly hurt that the change started immediately and there you sit with barely a scratch on you."

Stephen Harris POV

I couldn't go to class not knowing if Ella was alright. It is agonizing that I can't go to the hospital and be with her that I can't see that she's perfectly well. Instead Susan and I are driving home and the car just doesn't seem to go fast enough despite the fact that it is going its maximum speed. I'm trying to tune Susan and her encouraging words out.

She means well and I'm sincerely glad she didn't bite my head off for what I did earlier, but all my thoughts at the moment are only for Ella. All I thought when I saw the van spinning out of control and her lying on the ground making a feeble attempt to move was, not her, I love her and if her blood was spilled it would be even more difficult than usual to resist her siren's song. I won't be able to hide my true nature and she smells exceptionally delicious today. While those thoughts sped through my head my feet brought me to save her just before the van crushed her.

Her head made quite an impact with the pavement, but thank God there was no blood. The smell of her blood radiating from her skin while her being unconscious and more vulnerable than usual tempted me enough and I was holding back the monster within with great effort. I tensed when she finally came around again and moved her head to look at mine. I moved my face so she couldn't see it – so she couldn't see the hunger – and whispered in her ear, "Don't move you hit your head pretty hard."

The paramedics came and Ella looked extremely fragile as she was loaded into the ambulance although now her cheeks burned red with embarrassment. I couldn't help but smiling thinking of it. She was more worried about embarrassment than anything else; she was odd and absolutely extraordinary.

"She'll be fine, Stephen." Susan said staring at me as I finally pulled into our curvy path to our small house in the woods just outside Forks. That was the first thing I actually heard come out of Susan's mouth since I saw the van heading toward Ella, everything up until now I was too deep in thought to hear a whisper or a scream.

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Author's Note: Sorry for taking so long. Will all my lovely readers forgive my lateness I had a massive case of writer's block which is still partially in effect. I am working little by little at this point. I want to apologize ahead of time if I don't update for a while. Some suggestions could help to remove my writer's block I've never had it this bad before. If you have any ideas let me know. Love, brunette-in-black.

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Ella POV

I couldn't help but smile, "That's because Stephen Harris saved me." After I said his name my smile grew wider. "That doesn't explain what I didn't see. I saw what would have happened if he wasn't there." Aunt Alice said frustrated.

I pressed my lips together, "Well it was probably just a last minute thing that he saved me that could explain your psychic blindness." I said comfortingly, however, her lips were still pursed. "I don't think there's anything wrong with him. He is perceptive, intelligent, and incredibly good looking but there's even more than that." I said my cheeks reddening a bit with each word. I was basically admitting of how fond I am of Stephen, not that I loved him, because I don't think my family could handle that at the moment.

"Maybe…we could go home now." I said the silence was killing me usually with the silence I knew my father was having conversations with the other members of my family. My dad looked at me then finally spoke, "I don't know if I want you near this boy. If he wasn't in Alice's vision he might be something different." I didn't miss the accusation in his voice and it was completely absurd. He saved my life for crying out loud.

"Something, he saved me that should be enough for you! Why, is everyone so skeptical except for me?! Why can't you just trust someone for change and not doubt they could just have impeccable timing!" I screamed and stood up and swayed on my feet and my dad caught me before I hit the floor. I put my hand on my head pushing my curly bangs from my face and felt a sore spot and grimaced when it ached as my fingers ran over it.

Carlisle made sure I didn't have a concussion and then sent me and the rest of the family home. I sat in the back of my mom's midnight blue Audi with my arms crossed over my chest and not speaking to her as she threw nervous glances at me or returned the gaze of my father in the rearview mirror. I just looked out the window as the trees covered in white blurred by.

When we made it in the house my father finally broke the silence, "Stay away from him, Ella." He commanded and I just glared and stomped up the stairs slamming my door. What nerve! He doesn't know anything, he especially doesn't know that it's too late I love Stephen and there is no way I will ever even consider avoiding him. I need him more than food, water, and even oxygen.

I took a couple steps into my room and I felt extremely tired, Carlisle gave me something in the hospital and it's just kicking in now and it overwhelmed my lids I just about made it to my bed before I collapsed in fatigue with my shoes still on.

I opened my eyes to a morning of another cloudy day. Only today was the beginning of the weekend and well now I can't see Stephen. That makes my out look very depressing. So I'm going to just sleep the day away I still feel incredibly tired, maybe Monday will come sooner.

Edward POV

"She's staying away from that Stephen," I growled as I heard Ella stomp heavily up the stairs. There is something wrong with her explanation. There are missing pieces that don't make sense – how his thoughts elude me, how he wasn't in Alice's vision, how none of us have picked up a different scent in town especially if Ella had come into contact with him.

Edward, I heard Alice's thought calling me and I turned my heard and looked down at her. Could this Stephen possibly be part of the Volturi? She asked me in her thoughts. I shook my head "you would have seen him in your vision." I answered, my voice still sounds livid. Why is Ella being so difficult I know that she will not stay away from Stephen, she is going to do anything but that.

Ella is so much like Bella. She's so damn stubborn. If I have to I'll move us to we'll move away the further the better. Chicago? It's a city, but I'm fairly sure there has to be woods around there somewhere. I'll give it a week and if she proves to be as tenacious as Bella is than we will be moving. I'm not risking my daughter's safety.

She trusts him, but there's something off about him. I know one thing for sure, Stephen is not human.

Ella POV

Sunday. This is the last day I have to go without seeing his gorgeous face. Not seeing him is unbearable, there is now way I can ever stay away from him I love him. He is intellectual, kind, and he sparks flames that seem to burn between us – fueling my need for him.

I sighed loudly and rolled over. I slept an entire two days…bit longer than normal. Anger seems like a foreign emotion at this point and all I can feel is a giddy feeling that is tingling through me to know I'm going to see him tomorrow. I smiled a grin that could light up the universe as I stared at my ceiling in my dark room.

I got out of bed and I feel really sore. Well I guess not moving for about two days will do that to a person. I opened my door and skipped down the stairs barefooted and in a fitted scarlet t-shirt and black short shorts. I went straight to the kitchen and pulled out an apple and took a bite of it.

I turned around to sit on a stool and my father stood there leaning up against the nook, I jumped slightly at the sight of him. I didn't say anything and he had a calculating look on his face. I continued to chew my apple thoroughly and then I smelled something completely unpleasant to my nostrils…Steak. I turned to make a run for it. No way there is no way they already put me through this torture.

My father grabbed me and placed me in front of a plate with a large steak on it. I shook my head and pressed my lips together. "You haven't eaten anything for two days." He said coolly. "So you feel the need to torture me…am I really that bad of a daughter? Do you hate me that much?" I replied looking into his topaz eyes in the dim light.

"No one could ever hate you, Ella; the reason for this is because I love you. We all love you." My eyebrows furrowed at his words. The smell is going to make me sick. "Please, Dad, this is against everything I stand for. I don't eat meat because it just seems wrong I don't care what other people think I can't do it eating a poor innocent animal when I can eat vegetables that replenish themselves. You surely can understand that?" I begged. He shook his head. "Ugh," I groaned, "you know what, I'm stuffed" I said finishing off my apple and throwing the core in the trash. His hand was firm on my shoulder preventing me from moving.

Fine if he's going to be so damn stubborn I'm going to be so damn childish. I threw the dish on the floor the ceramic breaking and bits of it stuck within the steak. He raised an eyebrow it me. "I'll clean that up it's my mess and I'm now I can't eat it." He sighed heavily. Compromise formed a resolve in his eyes, "Ella would you consider eating fish at least," Well I can't argue about the defenselessness of them, there are just too many. I nodded sadly.

"Go get dressed. I'll take you to dinner and there we will talk. There are a few things I need to discuss with you, Elle." He said and kissed my forehead and pointed me in the direction of the stairs. What the hell is it now?