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Alice ran to the scene immediately. Behind her were Carlisle and Esme.
"I'm afraid we're too late," Alice look horrified as she told her parents.
Edward glared at her. He thought about punching her in the face but instead ran off.
I felt the other three trying to guess exactly where he was going. Many foreign sounding names ran through their heads that I had never heard of. It was odd that I, the only human, was the one that could hear Edward's thoughts and know exactly where he was going.
Except, technically, I wasn't human anymore.
Now here I would have of at least expected to feel sorry for myself, or upset at Edward- but not too upset. Not to the point were my dear beloved could be mad at me for being mad at him.
But the problem was that I didn't feel anything. I wasn't numb or incapable of feeling; I just didn't feel any emotion. I didn't feel any physical pain from the bite either. And not that I didn't want to either, I wanted to feel something from my beloved, Edward. I struggled, but I couldn't. I felt blank.
"Carlisle, come on, let's trace him!" Esme demanded hastily.
Carlisle shook his head.
"No," He sighed calmly, "If Edward wants to be a little twat, let him go. I don't want our family to do anything with him anymore."
"I understand, honey," Esme patted him on the back, becoming more relaxed.
"Well, if want to know where he's going…" Alice began.
Carlisle shook his head again, "Edward shall not be a subject of our lives for any longer dear,"
That was one thing about the Cullens I never related to. They saw (or used to) him as a family member. A part of their pack. But to me, no matter what selfish crime he committed, he was the most beautiful creature in the world. He was perfect in many other ways too…
Meanwhile, I still sat helpless in my dead body. The only difference between now and being alive was that I was no longer one with my body. I felt as light as my soul, and had no pulse.
When I imagined myself moving my leg or hand, nothing of my old body even budged. I felt to be somewhat frustrated, but the block on my emotions was still there.
As my old eyes were actually closed, I still watched them speak among each other, about Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie, who would be back soon.
It was a little new to me. I could now hear their thoughts as they echoed them with their voices, their feelings of calmness and hunger. It was like I had lost my old body, but gained new ones. It didn't feel the same as being alive, but it felt okay for now. I innocently wondered what else would be different.
Even though Edward wasn't near me, I saw him running through the forest of Forks, heading north. Then something interrupted my thoughts.
"You do understand that the treaty between us and the werewolves is no longer valid, right?" Carlisle pointed out.
I had completely forgotten about Jacob and the treaty. Oh, poor Jake when he found out.
Then I realized he didn't care about me anymore.
Whatever, it was still interesting.
"I think we should talk to them. We need to explain the situation and the direction we're headed," Carlisle continued, "A very formal occasion is necessary. We need to seriously try our best to win them over,"
"Well, they haven't heard the news yet," said Alice, "I think we should be the ones to tell them first. It would be a lot less intense that way."
Carlisle agreed.
Suddenly, I felt lighter than before. I began to rise like steam.
All three vampires felt a chill in the air.
I was ever so curious to receive my new powers, but a part of me wanted to stay in this forest. This was the closest I would ever be to a real living creature ever again…
Heaven wasn't much of a heaven. There was no Edward Cullen here.
The first soul I met would be my grandmother whom I met once in that dream a while ago.
Here every soul was the idealistic version looking of that person. How they wanted to look but never did or the way they looked at the best time of their life. They floated around and appeared translucent.
Grandma was young and happy-looking. She was 22 and had many similar features to me and my mother. Her happiness made my feel happy.
Okay, so I was capable of feeling happy. That was nice.
"Grandma?" I asked her after a conversation of reuniting.
"Yes, Bella?" She looked at me with caring eyes.
Caring, that was another one.
"Why isn't Edward Cullen here?" I wondered.
"Many reasons, dear." She answered and took a glass of wine. (I heard she tasted wine for a hobby before her death.)
"The obvious," she continued, "The cause of an individual's death is never placed in their heaven. It's doesn't make sense."
"But this is heaven, Grandma. Does anything have to make sense?"
"No,"
"Then why-,"
"Some things will always be beyond our understanding."
"Oh," I accepted this rule as I should.
"Do you know the difference between right and wrong?" she asked me.
"Yes." I said, confidently.
"Same is the difference between Heaven and Hell. The difference between good and evil. The difference between werewolves and vampires."
I managed a gasp.
"Vampires are a creation of Satan," she shook her head, "Satan's children don't belong in Heaven,"
I didn't feel angry, just anxious for more information.
"So will I see Jacob when he dies?"
"Yes."
"So when is that?" It sounded a little weird, being excited for my friend's death.
"Life and death are things we just don't control."
By the time I rested my head on my pillow (sleeping was unnessecary but familiar to me), I concluded that it wasn't Edward's fault he bit me. The devil made him. I felt sympathetic in a way, but I knew Grandma wouldn't approve.
I had much to learn tomorrow.