Nature of an obsession
Disclaimer
The characters belong to S. Meyer. Plot belongs to Martina Bennet. I just translate with permission of the author.
This story can touch topics such as past lives, violence, Lemmons and other issues that may affect the sensitivity of the reader or go against their beliefs.
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CHAPTER 1
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I go over there,
I've never been there.
I'm going to do something,
but do not know what is .
I come to you,
but don't know who you are.
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- What envy! ... And not in a good way- Angela said getting out of bed and beginning to walk around the room -How can you go with such a hottie a pleasure trip to Paris...
-First Of all- interrupted the other girl- is not a pleasure trip and second it isn't France, is to England.
- Whatever! - Refuted Angela raising her hands and shaking it in the air - London, Paris, Tokyo ... is the same and with that Adonis, I'll wherever just to have a night of wild fucking...
-Stop right there! - Cried the other chestnut- My sanity depends on you not finish that sentence...God! Are we talking about the same man? I hope not, because that would be awful.
Bella Swan did not understand how his lifelong friend fantasized so as perverse and perverted with whom she considered her brother. It was clear that it was not. Nor had grown up together or anything like that. But when they met, the friendship that emerged was so great and special that could only be seen as what they were felt brethren. Also counting on the current situation in which they found themselves, as reaffirmed by it somehow.
-Your Books and numbers you have fucked both head that you can't see male beauty when it puts you in front- commented Angela sitting in a small armchair resting his elbows on the knees and her head on her two hands while sighed - I with a brother thus condemn me for committing incest ... and I would go happy and dripping into hell.
-I can't keep listening to this- whispered Bella getting out of bed and heading for the door.
They were in the Angela Weber's room, a girl of eighteen just like Bella, white skin, and black hair, slightly crazy as defined her friend on many occasions. The room of the girl had always liked Bella, but she was sure would never choose something like that for her. The side walls were painted an old pink while back walls and above had a purple color; the furniture consisted of a bed in white wood with intricate lines of pale yellow, boudoir and nightstand with the same design, and a pink armchair with yellow and purple lines; all the decoration consisted of the same. Only Bella knew how much it had cost her friend get everything to match. She herself had personally suffered, by offering to accompany her.
- At what time I pass by your house to help you to pack?-Shouted Angela craning her head to see her best friend already left the room.
- At six it's okay. - Bella said before closing the door.
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-Finally, what time we gather you up? - asked the blonde man to Bella.
-Jasper said that at 9:00 was fine- Bella smiled, as she headed to the kitchen to bring food dishes to the sink.
Phil Whitlock, new and only boyfriend who has had his mother after the death of Charlie, his father, besides being the father of Jasper was a loving and funny man. It was only about 4 months that were coming and had already won the absolute confidence of Bella who urged his mother to be given a second chance.
Not that she had forgotten his father, only she, her mother and God knew what they had been through. All suffering, pain, anguish they felt to watch life of the man they most loved was going slowly. They tried everything, but his body could take no more, and after a last phlegmatic and labored breathing, all over. And then, desolation, Bella wasn't allowed mourn in front of her mother had to give force itself didn't feel, and as she could, took her mother had plunged into a hole.
In the process she met Jasper, who was fundamental for her. While Bella saved her mother, Jasper saved her. It was he who gave her the idea to leave Forks and move to Seattle. And there, in that city, began his new life. They met Phil and after much struggle, the girl got Renée, her mother, accept given a second chance with him. But it still hurt when sometimes listened to mourn at night.
-Okay, beautiful , at that time we will be here- Said Phil rising from the dinner table to go sit on the couch to watch TV with Renée.
-Bella, daughter, Angela arrived!- Renée shout almost immediately after hearing a knock on the door and a strong "came by who cried" which was one of the phrases that the girl used to getting noticed she arrived at her "second home " was as she called it.
The two met when Bella moved to Seattle and went to study at the same school as her, it was love at first sight, as Angela said, and Bella agreed with that theory.
Several minutes later, Bella sighed as she watched her friend who was lying in bed, reading a travel brochure that Jasper had given her to know something more about where we would go.
-You came to help pack or be looking at magazines? –protested Bella.
-Hey! I need to be aware of what the tour will do my friend with the fuckable Jasper.
-I will not fuck with Jasper! Not even know why I 'm refuting that. - Bella replied looking tired. Angela rolled her eyes and ignored what he had said.
-Well as here says the coldest months are January and February, being the warmest month is July. Rainfall is distributed evenly throughout the year so, being that the western region has the most rainfall. - Angela commented browsing the brochure -so as we are in June, leads summer clothes but with possibilities of cold and rain.
-And that translates...
-Which bring a bikini with a leather jacket and waterproof boots -Angela smiled with satisfaction, then dodge, with a laugh, the pillow that Bella threw.
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-Hello love, I guess you already have prepared everything.
-Yes, Angela helped me or so she tried, really she was more attached to the brochure you gave me and rambling on about nonsense that only she understood- Answered Bella with the phone held between his ear and shoulder as I was fixing the handbag with all documents take the trip.
-That friend of yours is a little crazy, if it wasn't because I prefer blondes, I would have kept her mouth shut with my dic...
-Please ... no ... no other! ... Not finish the sentence -Bella stuttered desperately and with a bit of disgust.
-If it wasn't because you're like my sister and have dark hair also I kept your mouth shut. - Jasper said from the other side of the phone and laughed when she heard that her friend screamed and made a noise of trying to vomit. - Well forget it, talking about not very pleasant things, you let to Renee the list of demands of the rat, already?
-What rat?
-The Rat.
-The cat!
-Therefore, the rat.
Bella groaned in despair, and turned her head to look into the corner of her room by the window. There, in a soft blue crib round and small cushions of the same color with pictures of stars and flowers of different colors, was very wealthy and asleep Naomi, her cat. She knew exactly why his friend called it "rat", was a pedigreed cat Sphinx of gunmetal color in its entirety. But for her, it was not a "rat" was all model actually reminded Naomi Campbell in size and thinness, hence the call as well.
When I was closing the door of which was her home since she was born, and was going to get in the car in which expected a Renée sobbing and grounding Jasper, to go to Seattle, at her feet found the little creature. When she saw was scared because she thought it was a rat –she would never admit- but in this moment the animal meowed and then realized it was a cat. Then she remembered seeing pictures of that breed of cats as a child. His father showed her a picture of the cat he had as a child, was of the same race who now had in front, not hesitated to carry it.
-What did your mother say? - Bella's mind returned to the conversation.
-My mother loves! Naomi, and has no problem staying with her.
-If you say, we passed by you at 9:00 then, I prefer to wait, to touch us run around the airport.
-Sounds good, then at that time- she saved the "I love you" that always dismissed by the indignation felt even at the cat, and hung up.
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Small shrubs trimmed rectangular and extended such that formed a kind of fencing, while creating figures and gave the impression of a large maze around a beautiful garden where roses, jasmine, orchids, lilies, agapanthus and other beautiful species of flowers glowed under the intense sunlight. Bella walked through the spaces formed by bushes and lifted her face to receive heat from the sun to the full. She wore a white silk dress, thin shoulder straps, a little tight in the chest and opening below the hips to fall freely to her bare feet. She didn't know where she was, or how it got there, she could only feel a peace that filled her beautiful and comforting. She walked a few steps to the garden center and met a black figure on a large white stone pedestal. It was a statue of a man with a large black cloak and hood that covered almost completely exposing just a beautiful face with closed eyes and a grim expression.
-What's wrong, love? You're looking tired, did not sleep well? Jasper asked Bella when Phil was lighting the car to go to the airport.
-I had a nightmare, that's all - Bella said looking out the car window.
- Are you sure? -The girl nodded -ok, you'll sleep a few hours on the flight to Chicago.
Bella smiled and nodded, Jasper reminded her of his father when he wasn't doing old- note jokes. It was something authoritarian and usually not thought otherwise giving orders and although not always suited her, was one of the things she liked it. But now he was right. She had to get some sleep on the plane.
She had awakened agitated at four o'clock of the morning, never before had a dream like that. In that figure there was something she could not decipher. It was not just a statue, seemed to have a soul, as if at any time it were to move and pounce. It was something scary, but hypnotic at a time. A magic that did not understand, but she felt she belonged. Though her eyes were closed felt as if looking at her, her and nowhere else. Do not really know if I wanted to open her eyes, felt curious yet I knew ... I sensed that this could be her undoing.
Fifty minutes later they arrived at the airport Tocama. Six hours later they were landing in Chicago, and fourteen hours later they were landing at London Heathrow airport. They took a taxi and headed to the hotel.
Bella could not believe I finally was performing that longing I had since as a child, a longing that appeared since that time , which for her was real, guided by that voice telling him what he had to do and she felt she had to trust that voice, and that was what he was doing.
Suburbs whose houses seemed drawn from decorating magazines, and in some cases repeated so that you seemed not you moved from your place. Large buildings and business and industrial complexes, and best of all were the architectural facades showing the history and old styles of the London buildings, and parks ... and imagine in them writing their loved ones and someday -expected- polemical essays.
The Olympic House Hotel is located in Sussex Gardens to about forty-five minutes from the airport, had a splendid facade, beautiful white columns were welcoming visitors. And the small windows evenly distributed over the entire front made him see urban but with a touch of sophistication.
-Wow! Did you get this only, to change, sixty five dollars a night? -Bella crossed the hotel entrance and looking around he fell in love with the view.
The living room was spacious; the reception desk was covered in light wood while the walls were painted mustard and columns with marble effect carrot, a wooden table with a huge vase with abstract prints and crowned by a beautiful bouquet of yellow Freesia, entertained guests before entering the area of elevators.
-Freesia, beautiful, special for you. - Jasper whispered in her ear.
-What more can you ask of life! - Exclaimed the girl twirling around theatrically.
The attended a man of medium height, blond and a black uniform with gold stitching and details. He handed a card with the number 33 in white on a black background. I like odd numbers, especially if repeated. Bella smiled at the thought.
Always liked math, was excellent at that. She believed that the numbers hid the secret of life and the universe beyond.
They got into the elevator with buttons and their luggage, only to the third floor. His room was a few steps from the elevator and walking towards her they entered.
Burgundy walls and beige combined with snaking columns the same colors with brushstrokes and indefinite lines, a couple of beds with sheets and pillows that matched the walls, a LCD TV 48'' address these in a corner a small refrigerator and the other side not too large closet that was next to the bathroom door had mottled yellow and white tiles and a large horizontal mirror with two sinks beneath it and typical hotels products their brands.
Bella watched all this and something in her chest tightened, God, I'm doing okay? Able to endure what awaits me? Is there anything that is waiting for me really? God, God, God! Not leave me alone in this, you know I need it, I have no choice, I've never had.
-Well, what do you think, love? -Bella smiled momentarily forgetting her thoughts.
-Is perfect, Jasper... is magnificent, and it would be more if I had not stayed asleep completely the ass and Jet lag screwing me the brain.
-What would you do? Here are 18:15, at this time we should be eating a fruit according to nutritionists for lunch in a while.
-I 'm not sleepy but I'm super tired, why not ask room service and then went out to see what is interesting in this city -Bella shrugged.
-Jasper rubbed his hands and looked maliciously- Mmm, room service...my dream come true- And accompanied the laughter of his dear friend.
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The next day they got up later than they expected, but it was still a good time to go out and do some activity to take advantage on Sunday. They had not gone out the night before, stayed watching movies, and so now were rested for any plan.
They were in London because Jasper had opted for a scholarship to study Business and Business Administration. He had already made the final exam two months before and had to approve the interview scheduled for that same Monday.
Going down to the front desk asked by renting bikes for rides, they rented two and went to Hyde Park which was located a few blocks from the hotel.
-Internet worthless. -Bella commented while pedaling through the park and watched around.
The grand entrance to Hyde Park was magnificent; planking was supported by four columns, the doors were iron, bronze, and set the rails by metal rings. The design consisted of a beautiful arrangement of ornaments in Greek honeysuckle and details of the leaves were amazing.
-Internet worth shit! -Agreed Jasper.
They passed by a large garden of roses mixed with other plants of the place. The scent of flowers was incredibly strong for the season. Bella took a deep breath and recalled the dream he had the night before arriving in London. She was sure of being able to smell something in the dream experience would have been very similar to this.
After a time to be touring the park came to the northeast corner, at Speakers Corner, a curious place that Sunday morning speakers and eccentric characters gathered to make speeches on different subjects, both religious and political.
-It is impossible to deny the power of the union of the masses when they look for a common purpose. But who says that the end will not come after the prison of their own liberties?
-This would be the perfect place for you to talk about your "stupidity of intelligence"- Jasper commented while laughing funny to hear how some applauded the ideas of the man who gave the speech, while others booed.
-What for? -The young woman shrugged. If equal, many of these stupid possess sufficient intelligence to understand nothing.
-You're completely crazy! -Cried the blonde while laughed with her friend.
At lunchtime they ate what they first crossed in front, as for wanting to take the morning there were only taken a few sips of orange juice.
In the afternoon they skirted the Serpentine Lake and decided that in the course of the week, return to board one of these boats.
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-By God you can rush, it's getting late!
-Who was it who said: Sleeps few minutes while I shower? -Bella yelled from the bathroom trying to imitate the voice of Jasper.
-I said minutes not hours! -And listened as the girl snorted.
They were fine time to get to the interview of Jasper that had been scheduled for ten o'clock, but it wasn't that what he was nervous, was the same interview itself that made him want to be against the walls. His score was very good in tests previously performed, but still feared not have the necessary powers to impress the interviewers.
-I'm ready, let's go.
Bella was wearing black jeans, with converse also black with gray stitching, and a blouse sleeveless flannel white and gray. Jasper was more formal with a gray trousers and a pale blue shirt.
-You've got the tie and jacket in your bag, right?
Yes, my love, calm, all will be well. -The clothes, the young man had insisted carry, just in case he thought it advisable to use them based on other applicants.
They called a taxi from reception and forty-five minutes they were entering the Gillemot University. Had an old look, but still had surveillance systems and automated security. It consisted of a central building with 4 floors and two large towers on the sides of 6 floors each, plus green areas with palm three and four meters high that allowed students to rest beside them while studying or chatting. The main entrance to the conformed a great arc of orange brick with black bars. At the top of the arch could visualize gold metallic words Elizabeth Gillemot University and to one side a shield depicting a large bird with outstretched wings holding a scroll in one leg and an olive branch in the other, the under the shield was formed by a circle of intricate lines. Arriving citation showed the guard and received tokens visitor. They headed east wing where the interview would be conducted. Upon arriving, a large group of young men dressed similarly to Jasper and women with tailored suits were walking back and forth with the clear expression of nervousness in the face.
-Hello, excuse me, here you are doing interviews for business grants? -Bella asked a pretty tall guy, tanned skin and black hair, which was leaning against the wall.
-Yes, are you going to present? -Asked the young man with a smile.
-Jasper, my friend will do, I 'm just accompanying, Bella Swan- She said extending her hand.
- I wish that such a cute girl accompany me, Jacob Black, a taste.
They greeted each other, and after comparing the citations to the interview, they began to discuss each. They told Jacob that had been friends for several years and that his parents were dating , he was older than her but had not studied because it was doing short courses to prepare to qualify for the scholarship, as well as working to gather for travel and stay .
-My father works in the area of human resources of a multinational company that invests in various fields. - Jacob commented- is a family business, indeed they are the owners of this university and as I am the son of one of the employees was offered a scholarship. I got rid of the examination but the interview is necessary.
-Oh, I didn't know it belonged to one family, who are they? -Bella asked.
-They are the Cullen, between cousins are responsible for the different businesses by activity. My father says they are good people, I think going to work there now to start my studies.
-Precisely why I wanted to ask, is it possible that I can also get? Want to acquire better experience and earn some extra money. -Bella smiled at that, the conversation had relaxed enough.
-Of course, it is possible, will give you the information you surrender your resume, I will speak of you with my father.- Jacob replied smiling amiably.
Jasper thanked him and at that moment a woman in her forties, dressed in gray suits called Jacob, Jasper and another guy to come.
Thirty minutes after the three left college to go to a nearby restaurant and have lunch together.
The interviews were first all together, but then attended each separately to evaluate them individually. The results will give at a meeting on Friday of that same week, so would free of stress three and half days.
They spent the week with Jacob as a guide. They went back to Hyde Park; rented a rowing boat on the Serpentine, loungers to dry after a water fight that almost out of the boat. They heard at noon as Big Ben rang. They walked by the Bond Street and saw the statues of Churchill and Roosevelt. Photos were taken at the Arc de Triomphe in Wellington. They watched the changing of the guard at Windsor. And although Bella wanted to ring the bell from Buckingham Palace and ask if the queen was, Jasper and Jacob managed to persuade her not without force, it does not make a greater show they were already experiencing.
Bella hardly thought about why she had insisted on accompanying Jasper on that trip. She knew something would happen, but didn't know what it was and that often made her feel great uncertainty and especially scary, but could not ignore the signs that for so long had been tormenting. But now she was enjoying this beautiful city with two friends and was not going to tarnish that happiness and peace she felt.
Friday came and with it, the nerves in Jasper and Bella renewed patience.
When you get to college they made the same journey and met Jacob at the entrance of the chamber into which they had been summoned. A few minutes later they brought in all applicants.
-Good morning ladies and gentlemen. The City of London is one of the most important financial centers in the world...-was what Bella was able to hear before small auditorium doors were closed.
One hour after the doors reopened and Bella noticed that most men and women came smiling, while a few showed clear disappointment and sadness. She was very nervous; she knew how important it was to get that scholarship to his friend and to Jacob. It is even more desperate when she felt squeezed hem royal blue blouse she wore , had short sleeves, a worn blue jeans and converse, had let loose and straight hair. Jasper came at the time she was about to go looking for him.
Love, I spent, spent Jacob and me! The girl ran and threw his arms; he spun while both laughing, stopping still loaded and kept her over his shoulder she saw from the end of the short hallway a man watching her intently. He was quite tall, dressed formally, the suit was leaden gray like the tie and white shirt, had disheveled hair, and although she failed to see either the face by the shadow that generated the sidewall was concluded he was a handsome man.
The expression on the man's face was a mixture of anger and complaint seemed to go and jump on it at any time. She felt as if her heart stopped. All around her disappeared; there were only the man and her. There were no people no walls, no floor or ceiling, he felt no noise around, there were no physical sensations, only the emotions flowing.
Fury.
Fear.
Possession.
Uncertainty.
She wanted to scream but her body did not respond, and that was what most terrified because she knew that man was there, had taken away everything in that instant, he had laid claim to it and feared it was a matter of time that reaffirmation made .
-Bella, we did it! -Jacob exclaimed coming to them and without waiting for an answer he added- Hey Jasper there's the president of the company CullenWorld where my father works.
Jasper gave Bella and turned to look towards where his new friend had pointed out. Bella blinked several times to exit the daze that had left this mysterious man, now seemed as if everything had been a dream and although it was only seconds seemed an eternity . The two craned their necks to try to see on people leaving the auditorium, as the blond wondered what it was.
-He was there just now; apparently already gone -Said Jacob shrugged.
-What was, Jacob? -Bella asked, still looking in that direction, the man who had disturbed had also disappeared in the crowd.
-He was in a suit, gray if I'm not wrong, and had disheveled hair as usual. His name is Edward Cullen.
A shiver ran down the spine of the girl at hear the name, which she was sure it was the same as observed.