Disclaimer:
Pete the magical unicorn still missing!
After trying to steal the rights of twilight which he doesn't own and soley belongs to Stephenie Meyer Pete the Magical unicorn disapeared on the night of august 16. If you have any information please contact Forks police department.
- Thank you, Chief swan.
A/N:
Curse websense! At our school we have the worst computer filter and blocking system ever. It blocks almost everything. For example, I resently had a report due on oedipus rex and I needed to do research. And what did it doyou ask? wellBye-bye google! I also found that proxys don't work in highschool. Anywho, good news my mom ordered a new computer so in a couple weeks I'll be beastly with updating but for now your going to have to do with weekly visit to my grandmother's updates.
Also to clear some things if its a bit confusing This takes place in an alt. universe after New Moon. Bella never met lawerence in the woods and Jake never told her he was a werewolf and Edward never came back. Which is another reason that Edward isn't the father. He wasn't there. SO yes, Dylan is infact the father.Emily's just under the impression that edward is her father because of the picture. Also I apologize if this chapter is a bit too Whiney and resembles Romeo and juliets Act IV when romeo was in friar lawerences cell after he had been banished. It was what inspired me to write this chapter.
I'd also like to thank every one for the reviews. Even though it's not much I still appreciate it very much. Reviewers...you get a cookie!!
Now finally I present to you...
Incontriamo Di Nuovo
A Twilight Fan fiction
Chapter 3: With A Sense of Poise (And Rationality)
In this oblivion in which we've been exiled to we feel as if we lost our souls. In each corner lurks a truth, waiting to be told. It tries in every desperation to escape but we conspire against it. In this oblivion in which we have been exiled to, we have been forced to lie to ensure protection and safety. What other option do we have but then to abide? If we were to exploide our secrets death wouldn't be far from our reach. Annihilation can ring your doorbell at the slightest twist of exposure. With dark humor I bet that when you hear or see the saying, "If I told you, I'd have to kill you" you'd look at it with new eyes.
Edward's POV
Filling my nostrils with desire is a pungent sweetness.
Weaved into the perfumes of the town, under a thick layer of visible filth, human perspiration, lingering spices and cooking oils, I detected another scent. One that sparked my throat with thirst, resurrecting the monster within me. Beneath the mans pallid and translucent skin, I could see the flow of warm rich blood running through his veins. The monster roars and threatens to escape but ignore the pain. I ignore the thirst. Eventually the beast obeys.
I detested having to step into the façade of humanity.
To pretend that I could function as a normal being was before me. I had no faith that I could remain sane; that I could continue living in this meaning less world. Composing my self long enough before I broke down in the middle of the street, crumbling to the feet of misery. It was always a possibility that I would succumb to the sadness.
Couldn't I just escape?
The option of surviving amongst my choice of prey had crossed my mind more than once.
Leaving behind the bloodlust, the attention, and the reminders; I managed to live in such a fashion for a year until I began longing for certain things that are foreign in the wilderness. So I fell,(reluctantly) back into the world with people rather than animals.
In truth, it wasn't as of I was incapable of building a house away from the human population.
The reasoning as to why I didn't is because I'm an impulsive, masochistic, pile of ash. Or at least I should be a pile of ash. I'd rather that than this pain, given life from the gapping hole that it nestled deep within in my non-beating heart; deteriorating my diamond like flesh until I'm nothing but bone.
It was the winter of 2019, the fourth anniversary of the day that I had boarded the plane to Albany, New York. The day that Carlisle coaxed me back into rejoining the family at our fifth home in upstate New York.
He smothered me with guilt about my family's grief. How Esme never smiled, and Emmet mirroring her frowns. How Jasper was unable to conjure up a happy emotion and how his wife was trapped in a constant sea of depression from all three stages of time. Living in the past, the present and the future. Rosalie, who was the narcistic queen of arrogance and selfishness was begging for our family to be put back again. Then Carlisle spoke the magic words that had drawn me back.
"…It has been years since you decided to part and we let you be but enough is enough! My son, I beg for your return. Our family is incomplete and I have little faith that we can continue pretending that everything is fine. Edward, I had lived for more than six centurieswithout a companion. I understand what you feel, that loneliness. But you can come back. Please. Without you, the Cullen family just isn't the Cullen family."
As Carlisle's voice trembled with sadness, mine was weighted down by guilt. I didn't interrupt him as he spoke for I was silenced by his anguish.
Answering his pleads I was on the first plane to New York.
But things aren't set in stone.
I knew the moment that I returned to my family, I wasn't going to stay very long. At first, they were so thrilled to see me comeback. Their thoughts were victorious; almost smug. But as time passed their expressions turned pitiful and their thoughts became sympathetic murmurs in the back of my mind.
...For it wasn't the home where I wanted to be.
Reaching my threshold I knew I couldn't linger here any longer. My world was collapsing with each breath I took and abating with every moment I wasted in the presence of other's love.
That night the snow fell in small tuffs, feather light to the ground.
Surely my family would be better off with out me. They had four years to realize how much of a burden I could be and four years to realize how pathetic I was.
But where would I go?
A force, light as air tugged on my heart. The flicker of a smile, forgiving and welcoming pulled at the corners of her mouth.
"Bella" I whispered brokenly.
The seductive image of her window snuck into my thoughts, beckoning me with a relief from this undying pain.
So that night, knowing that I had to get away I ran. I ran and never once did I stop. Never once did I look back. That strong magnetic pull carried me all the way to the town that I had always called home. The town that held my life. The reason of my entire existence.
Bella.
I would grovel at her knees. I'd beg for mercy until the day the world stood still. I'd beg for the rest of out lives…for eternity if she took me back. Anything to hold her against me and feel her warm, lenient embrace.
When her house was in view, I made no hesitation to enter. I perched my tattered, rain dampened self upon the ledge, anxious of our reunion.
A flood of memories worn its way into my thoughts. The many nights that I sang her to sleep. The way she stirred and mumbled sweet nothings as she dreamed. Getting lost in her chaste kisses the morning after…
Little did I know, the moment I found myself behind the window, I would be destined for an eternity of desolation.
Behind the window, Isabella Swan's intoxicating scent still clung to the fabric of the room. It was so prominent and so strong-too strong, that I found myself in a daze. Entranced by the floral perfume, an excessive amount of venom flowed into my mouth and sent my throat (once a dull fire) charred to the bone dry.
But it wasn't the same.
The scent, though maddening smelled fainter then the ones that were etched into my memories.
Looking around, I saw every particle of dust that covered the room. I could see the outline of the springs that hid under the mattress of the bare bed which was stripped of its sheets. I could see the eight color spectrums, glistening from nylon thin cobwebs that adorned the corners of her room. The rainbow of prose that once shelved the bookcase lay empty, leaving nothing but rows of space.
Inert, my knees buckled beneath me.
Was I that disconnected and idiotic to believe that she would still be living with her father? Was I so far fetched to think she didn't have a husband and possibly a family? Was I that much of an imbecile to assume she would still be living in this overcast town? She hated the rain. She hated the cold.
Self degrading thoughts poisoned my hope with doubled dejection. They forced my body to the floor and twisted it in impossible ways. In my chest, the outlet that had formed began ripping violently, shredding away the remains of my heart.
The pain that I was experiencing now was nothing in contrast to my change. I'd relive the sharp piercing cuts that were plunged into my skin, the fire that engulfed my entire being, every single excruciating moment of my transformation for an entire decade, if when I awoke from the weight of the red, Bella would be back in my arms rather than in another mans.
I could track her down with no difficulty but I owed Bella her happiness. To her I was probably just some high school romance that she had gotten over. I was just a (as she so jokingly stated) " crush." Bella was a child. She was just like many other teenage girls that had been infatuated with me.
I sighed.
How could I even doubt Bella like that? She wasn't a child, nor was she a normal teenage girl. And infatuated was an understatement. She was irrevocably and unconditionally in love with me…that is, until I had broken her heart.
"For never was a story of more woe" I breathed, quoting Shakespeare.
It seems that the fickle Romeo has returned from his excursion only to find his precious Juliet gone without a trace. Unfortunately, in this tale the vile of plant extracts was ineffective for this immortal vampire. A bottle of prodding rays which I have spent a century hiding from behind clouds of condensation would be my only poison.
Suicide.
It was an implausible and forbidden thought. Even though I'd cease to suffer from this pain, the idea of being nothing while Bella was allowed into a place where soulless murderers like me are prohibited was a crippling thought. That final separation was just an incomprehensible alternative.She's happy. She's happy. She's happy. She's happy.
I repeated the words like a mantra in my head.
As my breathing (once a series of gasps and pants) slowed, I managed to pull myself up from the floor. My movements were tremulous as I started toward the window. I'd come to terms with the fact that this was for the best. Bella was happy with her family. I could leave.
So with great efforts I let her go.
Readying myself for the fifteen foot jump from the window to the grass, I noticed a floorboard that was elevated a few millimeters above the rest. Turning back I kneeled on the ground and lifted the edges of it slowly, knowing what I would find…
My breath held as I peeled back the floorboard.
Once upon a time, when I was foolish to leave my only love, I had hidden the last moments of our time together under this particular floorboard.
Staring into the empty space, shock began flowing through my immobile veins.
All evidence of our relationship was gone.
It was a stupid and juvenile idea and I had promised her peace without reminders but it felt wrong to completely erase myself. I had to leave something of myself with her for the sake of my sanity. So after I liberated her from the danger of our world, I tucked away the CD, Plane tickets, the pictures, Every last reminder of myself under this floorboard.
But now nothing remained.
Lifting this floor board was the only way I knew she still wanted at least one, if not fragile, string to hold me to her. I came here telling myself, She'll take you back Only to have the whole thing blown right in my face. she has turned every thing we were into an empty floorboard. Every hope of me having a heart emptied and hollowed at this sight. She was my heart. Now both are a distant memory.
The discovery of my final secret that i had hidden within these floors had found their way back into her possession. Whether she kept or disposed of the last ties to our relationship at least she-
Cutting my thoughts short was a hitch in the steady breaths coming from the other room.
"Hon, wake up. I think I heard something in the guest room...go check for me." An unfamiliar voice whispered quietly. Charlie stirred restlessly and then mumbled back "It was probably just a dream, go back to sleep."
As the voices in the other room became more alertI knewI couldn't;t linger here any longer. When the footsteps approached, i slid with formidable grace out the window, leaving Bella behind for a second time.
Fostered from my farewell a new secret grew in the vacant space; one that was known only to Bella.
Familiar sensations of sadness, anger, loss, and hurt, flowed through me like electric shocks. Under the current of the heart ripping emotions was new and foreign, slightly different feeling. Jasper would have a field day trying to decipher the displacement. More than an emotion, much less like a drive...
Impulse.
The force that had drove me here, would also be the one that pushed me away.
Under the credence of loss, I ran-unknowing of my destination- for days until stopping for a hunt. Removing myself from society, I had lived like a total savage in the wilderness.
Somewhere in Canada, after the one year mark, moving too fast for the human eye, I emerged. Because of my indigence to human luxuries, my clothes, which were so heavily used had worn away to reveal the threads beneath bloodstains. In order to assimilate with the human populace I became a thief. And over the last two years I found myself fitting well into the vampire cliches.
Suppressed behind digested sorrow and hidden under a curtain of darkness was the Edward who once had something to live for. Now, I'm a useless, meaningless, monster. I'm embarrassed to admit that when I'm not actively hunting, I more or less curl into a ball.
But today, on the night of Febuary 15, 2025 I had denied my thirst for too long. Practically on the verge of starvation I was forced to leave the- as inapropriate an adjective it may be-comfort of my apartment and venture out into the town.
Sitting on the steps of the apartment, with a large winter coat keeping him from the cold's touch, was Ralph, my landlord. I swept past him, practically invisible with speed and disappeared into the wilderness.
Well...Almost.
The tree that I was perched upon snapped and soon I was flying through the air. With feline movements, I landed feet first into the blinding white snow.
Out of my peripheral vision a black figure zigzagged too fast through the forest. I bared my teeth at the loud humming noise and silently calculated in a fifth of a second by sound waves how far away the figure was. Bracing myself I crouched down low with my hands lightly skimming the surface of the snow and growled.
With dainty elegance the figure soared through trees like a gazelle with wings and landed less than a yard away from me.
" I'm offended. Edward would you please stop growling at me. I've been through a lot. I had to ride a bus, stand at the corner to give her directions and then hide in a basement. After that I had to drive all the way up here to Canada. By the way,you owe me gas money."
Slowly I eased back.
"Ugh, can I take this wig off now? It's uncomfortable." the figure said as it dipped its head back and threw a mat of black curls onto the snow.
"Alice would you like to explain to me why your here?" I hissed.
"Well, I didn't think you'd be too happy if Jaz and I kidnapped the girl you've been moping over's daughter and didn't tell you."
A/N: Alice and Jaz kidnapped Emily? Wow. Talk about a twist! HeHeHe. Oh and I forgot to mention before butI changed my title. It still means the same thing, it's just...in a different language. Next update will be a surprise. Dont forget to review!!
-Liam