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Edward's view...
I saw her one night...
It didn't seem real to me...
It still didn't...
I saw her eyes...somehow...they were...
I didn't know how to say it. I couldn't sense anything them. They weren't the eyes I was used to seeing. I wasn't even sure they WERE hers. They may have been from a flashback, but it was an image I had gradually produced in my mind. They were Bella's eyes for sure...but they were dead. Her eyes seemed to lack color, the eyes seemed to black in general. Both of them. The irises however, had a glint of red in it.
I thought for a minute that she was sending me a signal, a sign, that she was possessed like Annelise Michel or so (Note: Annelise Michel was an actual girl they had based "The excorcism of Emily Rose" off of. I had thought that something bad had happened to her, but I also knew that she was safe in Alice and Jasper's care. They wouldn't let anything happen to her. I knew they wouldn't, and I wouldn't doubt them.
I missed her so much. But I was curious...still...to what surprise she had made for me...
I decided to ask Esme, just once more if she had any idea. I'd know if she was lying...or at least I hoped I would because she was getting awfully good at hiding her mind from me lately...same with everyone else.
She was with Rosalie for the moment. Apparently Rosalie and her were crying over the "Promise me" part in Titanic. It had been 3 days since Carlisle had left, and 1 for Emmet, who had just left the other day in fact. Apparently he was getting Rosalie another engagement gift (she didn't know this though, since every generation or so he'd make it a different age he'd propose to her). The last time he had proposed to her, she was 26 (and mad), and this time she was 19 or so. I was guessing he didn't want the same thing to happen to him that happened to him last time.
"Hey Esme," I said softly (actually trying to interrupt their movie), "Do you have any idea where Bella is? Just once more..." I pleaded to her. Perhaps she had heard of something in the past few days. It was Mid-Winter break. Apparently they had decided to make it longer than usual this time- three weeks. The parents had petitioned for it.
I had hoped that I would have gotten to spend time with Bella, at least for a bit. Esme interrupted my thoughts by pausing the t.v. I also had both her and Rosalie (who was quite mad at Emmet because she thought that he was hunting without her) glare at me.
"Edward," she sighed. "Why don't you go join Carlisle in Moscow? He'd probably appreciate your company there...being all alone as he is..." I didn't have to read her mind to know that she was just trying to get rid of me.
I didn't want to do that...she knew that. But I didn't want to spend my time with her and Rosalie, watching Titanic numerously, time after time. They were planning on watching Pride and Prejudice after this, Bend it like Beckham (they both thought that they were they sweetest of romance movies, somehow Bend it like Beckham was some type of a romance too- or Rosalie just thought that Jonathon Rhys-Meyers was hot).
I decided to pack my bags for at least a week stay. I would surprise Carlisle by seeing him in Moscow, and I would leave Rosalie and Esme wondering what happened to me- if they ever got up from the t.v. screen. I also brought myself a hat- I hated people looking at me too much- especially in the airport. I didn't bother bringing hats any where else- but after Bella had informed of the supposed fact that people liked to look at me...and would often stop breathing in the process...I had decided to wear a hat occasionally.
I had just randomly bought a ticket to Moscow- the flight was within the hour. The airport was over an hour away- according to speed zones. I was there within twenty minutes, and onto the flight in less than 20 minutes after that. I didn't know why people came over two hours before their flight actually left.
Moscow was a terrible flight apparently. They weren't flying people out of there, but for some people who could pay a slight bit more than actually wanted...they had tickets. "They" weren't many people. But I quite honestly didn't want to spend my week alone. And bored.
While on the flight I checked for any medical conferences or awards happening in the area. There were none. I automatically assumed that it was a private one, Carlisle had had quite a few of those in the past years or decades or so.
I got to Moscow, and had found the place that Carlisle was staying at. I checked myself in the room next to him.
I waited there for a day, he wasn't there. I watched t.v. for a bit as well, apparently there was a vandalism or something at some park.
The vandalizers face actually looked kind of familiar- the picture was that of Carlisle's. But perhaps there were more cold-ones in this area or something like that.
I decided to break into Carlisle's room at that point (Note: I really wasn't planning on doing this...I have no idea what I'm planning on doing next or after this or whatever- but I am planning on updating). It was quite easy to break in while the maid was cleaning. She didn't spend long there- about a few minutes only, since there really was no difference really in the room. She changed the covers nonetheless, and replaced several of the towels.
There were only a few bags in Carlisle's room. I didn't think he'd need that much.
I began to go through them. The first one I found was filled with books- these descriptive ones on various transformations through out history and how they had turned out. I didn't know why he'd need them though.
I was beginning to get a wave of suspicion- but I did not know where it was leading up to. The next one simply had clothes in it, and a packet of travel drives with all of Carlisle's books copied onto them.
I also found a packet hidden within the next bag. It contained various passports. Perhaps, I wondered, Carlisle had had a bad encounter in those areas before. But I didn't know why he'd need to go there though. I checked thoroughly thru that small packet. Apparently he had to go to Munich and London, and I honestly didn't know why he had to go there, and why he hadn't told me he was going there. The tickets seemed to be pre-dated. I didn't understand why though. I had thought, about a moment earlier that perhaps there had been a rescheduling- but there obviously wasn't according to the dates. And I also knew that no one would be able to fly out of there, or leave this area for at least a while.
I also found a note in there...I had gotten to the second sentence...the one that said I couldn't know...I didn't get that either. My suspicion was starting to grow bad, about the surprise. It was then that I saw Carlisle walk in. He seemed surprised to see me. Mad as well. I couldn't read his thoughts, it was blocked. I knew he was mad though. Plenty bad.
"Edward," he whispered. "I can explain..." he trailed off. I had just finished the letter. I punched Carlisle in the stomach. I heard the door break. I didn't want him to finish. I knew that whatever had happened was not good.
Carlisle never lied to me. And he had. He had now for the first time.
It was then that I noticed that he was already beat up. He looked bruised for a bit- a lot more than a vampire or whatever ever should.
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