Book 2 : Bella

Dangerous

"Edward?" I asked as we climbed the stairway.

"Yeah?" he questioned back looking at me as we continued up.

I look over at the other side of the hallway, away from his room. "Whose room does that belong too? You've never showed it to me." I smiled at him.

His crooked grin spread on his face. "That's Julia's room."

"Julia?" I questioned. "There's another Cullen?" I'd never seen her before, I only believed there to be seven and Edward and the others never talked another.

"Yeah, Julia left about nine months ago. It hard to talk about her. She was close to the family." he paused. "Would you like to see her room?" I asked smiling at me.

I nodded. He always left me breathless.

He took my hand and we walked to the room.

It wasn't like the rest of the Cullen house. Instead of being white, to make the room look bright, it was painted a lavender. The grey from the window wall made the whole room look cloudy and dark. Another difference to the room, was the king sized bed which sat in the corner across from the door. Along the wall there were at least three of every instrument, all different colors. One white, one black, and one a redwood. They were polished and surely tuned to perfection. In the other corner, next to the window, there was a piano. It was white and had hand-painted flowers climbing up the left. It was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen with my own eyes.

I walked over to it, and Edward followed, watching my reaction closely.

"It's beautiful." I whispered as I almost touched one of the painted flowers. But it felt wrong, like I should touch it. My hand didn't belong there.

"She painted it herself." he commented as he looked at me. "She did this whole room. She's a very artistic person. Her and Esme always decorated the houses we moved into. That's why Esme hasn't changed the house since we've been here. It reminds her of Julia."

My fingers went along the glass wall and over to the other side of the room. Canvases leaned on the wall onto of each other, while some hung on the wall. They were all beautiful, but next to them, hung all these framed photos.

"Is that Julia?" I asked as I looked at the photo of a young looking girl. The oldest she could possibly pass for was fifteen or sixteen. Her hair was a bleach blonde and she had the same pale complexion and eye color as the Cullen's. She was beautiful and she fit perfectly into Edward's chest, the only other person in one of the largest photos. They looked perfect together, two pieces of a perfect work of art. Much better than I looked with Edward.

"Yeah." Edward answered smiling at the picture.

"Why isn't she here?" my voice sounded sad, as if I knew they belong together more than Edward and I did.

"She a very complicated person. Most of the time, she'll have the answer to a problem, but she'll look for another answer. Nothing ever seems to be good enough. It's very frustrating." he groaned.

"How old is she?" I asked looking at the other pictures. There were so many of them. Most of them her and Edward. There were some with the whole family. Then some her and Alice, her and Emmett, and so on. She was beauty in every picture. She looked like she belonged so much, that there was no reason for her to be away.

"She's forever fifteen thanks to me."

"You changed her?" I turned to him quickly.

"No." he said like I was insane. "Carlisle did. She was dying, like all of us. You see, Julia didn't come from a normal family. For most of her years, her parents abused her, then she moved to Maine when Carlisle and I were there. I'd just went Carlisle, after I, well you know, had my rebellious period. It was difficult to be around people, then she came and smelt horrible." he chuckled. "I could be around her and not worry about having to kill her."

I kept looking at him through his long pause.

"Then I saw her bruises. When I touched one, her thoughts went to relief, the coldness of my skin felt right to her. But then she started think of how she got it. I got angry at them. She'd never done anything wrong, except being born, and they hated her for it. She didn't want e as a friend, she didn't want any friend. But I couldn't leave her alone because she made me feel like I was safe.

"She gave up her not wanting a friend and chose me. I tried to take care of her. So no harm would come. But even I could help her that night. I never told her what I was, and she never guessed. Then one night, she went home when she wasn't supposed to and it my fault." he was lost in the memory, and so was I. I could see everything so clearly and haunted me but he didn't notice.

"I couldn't here her thoughts. So when her parents left I went to her room a touched her, to check her pulse. It was so faint, I didn't feel it. When I went to move her she screamed and her heart came back. I was so relieved, I thought Carlisle could help her, but he couldn't. There was only one way. I told him no to begin with. The I heard her thoughts. She wanted death, she wanted me with her in death. I figured, if Carlisle changed her, she would be happy. I was stupid, so stupid."

"What happened when she woke?" my voice shook.

"She got angry. It was the first time she had ever gotten angry in her life and that scared her. She was powerful, but she had no idea what she was. So she ran. Not long after she came back and apologized." he shook his head recollecting. "I explain what she was, but she didn't get angry that time. She told me she could hear her parents and me when she was so far away and when we went hunting she could see color, or trails if you want to call them that."

"Is that her power?"

"Yes. She's got advanced hear and sight too. But one thing that makes her so different than all of us, is her lack of smell." he stated.

"She can't smell? Does that make her the safest out of all of you?" I asked, now eager.

"No!" he yelled. "She one of the most dangerous out of all of us. She doesn't understand feelings because she never had them. That makes her so dangerous it frightening."

"But if she cant smell..?"

"It doesn't mean anything." he cut me off. "Only if she understood her feeling would she be safe. But other than that, she lethal."

"Why did she leave? Wasn't she happy?"

"She left, because she didn't understand. She lost herself, so she went looking and hasn't come back since."

"Oh." I looked down at the floor. The carpet looked comfortable and soft.

"We should probably get out of her room." Edward smiled at me. "If she found out I brought you in here, I wouldn't be able to hear the end of it."

We left the room and went to Edward's.

I found myself wanting to meet Julia. I was lucky Edward couldn't hear my thoughts.

My body sat straight up. Another horrible memory of the past. The clock read 4:30 and I knew sleep would not come back to me. I laid there, crying, thinking of Edward. Wondering if he'd ever come back.

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