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#Karen's Scribble: so sorry for not updating in such a long time. My mother was driving me insane these past few days and all my assignments, UGH! And I was reading eclipse in the past few days as well, so that an excusable reason right? Sorry for not posting this earlier. I actually finished writing this about 2 days ago, but I was trying to contact my BETA so she could edit it. But unfortunately she didn't show up. So you'll get have to make do with a dodgy raw copy of mine.

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Unconditional Protection

By Slippery Snow

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《Conflicts apparent in heaven in Third person form》

"Look!" the mirage with divine wings stabbed the picture with his long finger. The angel was called Lufiel and indeed an angel he was. Intellect, artistic and handsome if as other female angels was dared to gossip. He was very much like Edward with his elegance and perseverance. But as candid and as kind his facade may be. Inside his deeper mind was filled with silent jealousy. Which so happens was another characteristic Edward seemed too to carry. But the most prominent of likelihood that these two men (other than their dear age) was their shared affection for the young and naive; Isabella Swan.

Redemption pays with an expensive price. But the catch was that it does not have to be paid by the one to be redeemed. For instant; God, the man of all good and divinity sacrificed his mortality to the uncivil hands of mortals. Crucified with mercy for the everlasting hope for greater equity and peace. And so, history may be recurring. The redeemed one is chosen, the sacrifice is yet to be decided…

"Monster!" he cursed.

"Please, Lufiel. Patience and tranquillity are our continent. Do not be judgmental. He is simply a lost soul. He owns a body that I had created and he owns a heart that he had kept for Bella," God said in a soft and alluring voice.

"Look at all the people who had turned against you, my Lord. And you mean to say he is different merely because he is in love?" Lufiel countered.

"I know my children, Lufiel. I knew him before he was a creature of immortality. He had hopes, he had dreams. They were all shattered and replaced with endless pain and loss. But he still chose to live and to protect the world even though he is hypercritical labeled a monster. He sees himself as a monster. Give him sympathy, though he deserves much more." God countered back.

"His…father, Carlisle, may be excursed but he cannot. He had killed. He had lied. He had sinned over and over again to protect himself. He does not deserve Bella's love!" That the last part, he nearly shouted. Agitation and jealously saturated him, inbred and dominant. How dare a monster steal away the love of his life. A life-sucking sinner to be coupled to an innocent angel? Preposterous!

"We know little of these vampires" Lord said the last word in an incredulous tone, "let us observe first then decide."

Yes, Lufiel thought, observe how the creature lives first, and then decide how to vanquish him.

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《Back to Earth in Edward's POV》

I blinked and as did she. I opened my mouth repeatedly and closed them again. Unable to form coherent words. I was swirled by emotions but pain and loss and confusion was utmost the most prominent. And then I asked her question myself.

Who was I?

How do I answer? I am so many horrific things and none could be excursed with any good explanation. I was person to have damned you in darkness. I was the person you suffered from pain. I was the person who told you the disgusting truth about vampire. I was the person to have left you missing. I was a person, a monster how committed homicides for my hunger. I was the person you trusted and I broke it. I am the reason you lay here. And yet above of all of these unforgivable truths, "I am your lover," I whispered.

She gasped, "You can't be," she was astonished and skeptical. No, I shouldn't be your lover. You deserve someone better.

"I am, Bella," and without permission, I kissed her forehead. "I love, I love, I love you. Although I don't have an alive heart, my feelings for you are still there."

"What do you mean alive heart? How could you love me? You barely even know me!" the confusion and shocked the masked her face was not fake. I tried to search for clues that what she was saying was impossible. A pitiful lie. How could she of taken it to heart? Truly, she would not have forgotten me this quickly. My theory of reality was altered again. I was still in the subconscious. I must be! This nightmare could not be true. The dearest Bella, my heart, my source of living, does not remember me? The thought made my eyes weak. I forced them to close and inhaled and exhaled slowly. Clicking each of her words together that pained me.

"Bella?" I questioned her sanity.

"How do you know my name?" she demanded.

I let that pass.

"Do you know my name?" my voice was unable to mask my infinite hope.

"No." She shook her head.

I exhaled sharply and my heart twitched with pain. This was like dying all over again.

"Do you remember anything of me?" my voice was only a whisper.

She hesitated, like she was observing my tortured expression and finally answered a painful "no."

"Nothing?" why was I full of hope?

She shook her head again.

Nothing. Not even the first time we met? Not even the first time we touched like electricity? Not even the first time we talked? The way to first looked into each other's eyes, how she was wearing a scarlet blush? Not even the first time we kissed in the meadow? And how it felt like the closest thing to magic? Not even the first time we confess our love to each other. Not even the way I held her to sleep? Not even her lullaby? Not even our vows to forever stay and love each other. No. Nothing. Absolute nothing.

My heart was aching.

Then a sudden epiphany struck me like lightning to a tree, instant then gone. The first alternative I thought of when I realized that I was in love with Bella was that she didn't feel strongly about me. The way I thought she would move in without me. The way I convinced myself I would accept it, thought it will never change the way I feel. I could leave now. She will never know. I could place her back into her room soundly and run away to never see her again. But what will became of me? I already knew the answer. I was to be the same soulless I was this morning. I cursed myself for intruding into Bella's peaceful life again. Everything moment was suffering I sacrificed for her safety had been for nothing. The nostalgia as my company and the heartache as a fiend had all been for nothing. No accomplishment had been made from my attempts. Attempt to make her happy. Still now I stand here distorting her human being.

I should now leave. This was best for her.

My rambling thoughts were pleasantly disturbed by a touch of a warm hand on my cheek. I turned to face only an angel.

"So serious," she faked a frown to imitate my expression.

I had to smile. I had decided by her touch to scope her into my arms and carry her outside the door. She was as usual warm and loving. Cradling her in my arms was the only complete sense to my utter contentment. Her heartbeat increased and awakened my heart, her warmth aroused my cold skin, and her luminous scent perfumed the air. The sweetness was gathered all around me. One that I must never give in to. But, nevertheless, even in these circumstances, it was nice that I could still appreciate the bouquet.

"Where are we going?" she asked, hopelessly curious that her eyebrows rose. Funny she chose the word "we", as if she wanted us to be together. That this simple pronoun was the source to the hidden memories I was looking for. That she and I were to go somebody together. I liked that idea. There was so many places I had dreamed once of taking her. Spectacular view I wished for her to witness. I would show her, I vowed, she deserves to see the world. But just not right now. Soon.

"You seem fine now," I said as I inhaled her scent, "I think it is time to take you home." I faked another smile, but hers in return was genuinely happy.

"Hold on tight," and I began to run.

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《Jacob's POV》

Lilies clamped in my warm hands. They trembled slightly. I had never given Bella a proper homecoming so I thought flowers were the way to go. I would of written her a card if I could be poetic, but even if I knew, how could I profligately express my feeling toward her abnormally coming back from the death? I taped the floor with my feet in harmony to the ticking of the clock and waited for Bella's return.

I knew Bella hated surprises. But I loved seeing her reaction. Her shock and annoyance was adorable. The way her eyebrows knitted and the flaring of her nostrils was amusing and the way she opened her chocolate eyes wide was endearing.

"I think she'll be back soon," Charlie reassured me as he saw my trembling.

I nodded. The flowers in my hands were starting to die from my hand's humidity.

"Hey, Charlie, do you have a vase I could put these in? Their dying," I asked like I brought Bella cheap flowers.

"I think I can fetch something." I said and disappeared into the kitchen. When he came back he brought with him a small oval vase with a small opening. It was perfect.

Charlie helped me shove the flowers in and pour droplet of water inside.

"Jake?" he asked suddenly.

"Yea?"

"I worried about Bella."

"Worried about what?"

There was a hesitation and the question hung in the air. Fading and forgetting it was there.

He finally answered, "I think Bella forgotten about them. I can see that. She is not gloomy anymore and I think she is genuinely happy. But I'm afraid that she might remember him, and start asking questions."

"Edward, you mean?" I snarled the name.

"Don't say his name." Charlie's tone was filled with held back rage.

"Don't worry, I reassured him, "I don't like him either. And to answer your question; I think as long as Bella is protected or sheltered from that part of her past, she will gradually forget and move on. As long as none of the past interferes, she will be safe."

Charlie nodded, agreeing.

"I want you to look after her, Jacob," Charlie insisted.

"I will," I vowed. Like unconditional protection.

Then like speaking of the devil, I smelt it. Sweet, disgusting and instinctive strong. No! I screamed in my head. He was here. It was impossible but I knew my personal nose could not cheat on me. The scent of a bloodsucking vampire was in close proximity. The timing was absolutely horrid. Just after Charlie and my relief, the monster was here. I sniffed again, and no doubt crossed my mind. He was with Bella.

I body froze into a statue and I eavesdropped on the conversation outside.

"Bella, I really don't think it is a good idea to visit your house. I'll be fine," said him.

"No," Bella winced, "I want to introduce you to Charlie. My father is a police, and I'll sure he will reward you for your chivalry."

"He'll probably reward me with a punch," muttered he under his breath so Bella couldn't hear.

I could see Bella now and so could Charlie. She held his hand and pulled him up the porch blithely despite his reluctance and unlocked the squeaky door.

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Hope you enjoyed this chapter. The ending was in abit of a rushed. Sorry.

And I think I'll need at least 10 reviews to continue this story

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