Edward's POV
Walking around the mall with Alice is not my favourite activity, entering yet another shop I heard a song come blaring out of the speakers, Debussy. It reminded me of B...Bella. I can barely think say her name, let alone say it; we never found her or Lottie when she was tracked by James. They both died that night, Alice had a vision of Lottie be ripped apart and Bella being drained of blood. It's already been 2 centuries yet I still haven't gotten over it, I lost not only a sister that night but also the love of my existence, the whole family never got over our loss, and never will.
I had spent the first century locked up in the attic never coming down to hunt or anything, I had took Bella's fate the hardest, sometimes I almost feel bad for not mourning for Lottie the same way, but Bella will always mean the most to me. Jasper however took the longest-out of the rest of the family-to recover from Lottie's death; he always claimed how she was the splitting image of his biological younger sister.
"Edward, which one do you think looks better? The blue or...hey Edward? Your not thinking about Bella again, are you?" Alice's bell like voice pulled me out of my reverie, "Look Edward I don't mean to be harsh, but they both died 200 years ago, don't you think that it's time to move on and accept that they're gone? I'm sure Bella wanted you to have a happy life, not spend it moping around." She said reasonably, I knew she's right, but still what she asked for is so hard, I'll never be able to be the Edward my family wants me to be.
"I know Alice; it's just so hard to forget about her." I confided in her, she looked at me sympathetically, "You don't have to forget, just let go." she said quietly, before taking my hand and pulling me out of the mall and into my silver Volvo. "You're clearly not having any fun, let's go home." she said as we pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road.
Ten minutes later we arrived at our house, walking through the front door, Rosalie and Shelly bombarded Alice to show them what we bought, "Hey kids! You're back!" Esme greeted us at the bottom of the stairs, "Now, now girls what did I say? We're going hunting before we look at the clothes, Ron's getting restless." We all turned to look at Ron-who was the newest to our lifestyle, his eyes black even though the last time we hunted was only two days ago. The whole family arrived before we darted for the door, running through the forest until we reached the clearing; I caught the scent of a deer and elk.
Sensing someone other than us in the clearing I called the whole family to a stop, all looking in the same direction two shadows appeared between the trees, as they made their way towards us I notice that they are both girls, with black cloaks and hoods drawn up I couldn't make out their faces.
"The Volturi" Carlisle muttered under his breath before stepping out to welcome our 'guests'.
Lowering their hoods I gasped in shock along with the rest of my family.