Personally, I think it's a little melodramatic in the first bits but it's how I saw it in my head. Maybe I'm going mushy and over-the-top in my writing age. I laughed soooooo hard at your reviews, most of which went along the lines of 'WHAT THE FREAKING HELL!?!?!?!?!?! WHAT IS WITH THE STUPID CLIFFIE?!?!?!?!?!' They really made my day; I went from 138 to 158 in one chapter. And to think, I was amazed when I got 10 reviews for the first time.
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Tress
Chapter 12. Exactly like the First
Bella's POV
I don't think I would've been able to contain myself had I not been a vampire. I don't think I would've been able to stop myself from running right out of the canteen, out of Forks, out of America for heaven's sakes! But I was a vampire and I had a coven all looking at them and me and watching my every move so I stayed right where I was. Honestly, I think it was partially out of shock as well. Because I was right. It was vegetarian vampires. They all had golden topaz eyes, just like ours and they were all beautiful and pale just like us. And not once in my entire life, had I wanted to be as wrong as I did now. Because it wasn't just any vegetarian vampires.
It was them.
It was him.
It was the Cullens.
Had I been alive, my heart would've stopped as I watched them enter the canteen silently. Trying to blend as much as possible, the Cullens grabbed trays and minimal amounts of food before heading to the table they'd sat at over ninety years ago. But they couldn't hide themselves from the watchful eyes of the senior year. The room was quiet as everyone glanced between us and them, comparing us. I saw Jenna squirm but it barely registered. I was too numb for anything else.
Then suddenly a head of short, black spiky hair flicked up from her tray and Alice's perfect, pixie-like face went from shocked, to angry, to happy, to sad and then confused. Our eyes connected and her face darkened once more, signalling her honey-haired husband Jasper. My skin prickled; the last time we'd met, he'd tried to kill me. It was silly to think of him in such a way because he couldn't hurt me now but I still pictured Jasper as a terrifying force to be reckoned with.
My gaze travelled down the table and I stared at Emmett, with his big muscly figure and curly dark hair before moving onto the stunned glare I received from the goddess-worthy face of Rosalie. Somewhere in my head, I knew I shouldn't have been surprised. She'd hated me before, why should her feelings have changed? I didn't even need to feel scared of her anymore. I was a vampire; I could easily take her on and possibly win too. But her eyes were so accusing, so hating, so venomous that I recoiled a little from the intensity. And finally there was him.
He hadn't changed a bit. Not a single cell of him was different from the day I first saw him and although I knew he wouldn't change, it was still unnerving. The perpetually seventeen-year-old Greek god had the same bronze hair and pale skin, the same defined jaw and topaz eyes. Perhaps it was my mind trying to change his image but he was slumping a little too. And whilst his expression was blank, the turmoil in it was irrefutable. Pained and angered and miserable.
Suddenly his face rose to meet mine and it was as if we'd never met. As if nothing between us had happened. To add to the façade of the first day of school, when I was human that is, his face was curious. Not angry, or annoyed, not sad or happy, simply curious before changing to frustrated. I felt my own face twitch into a frown. He didn't remember me. How was that possible? I chastised myself for being so conceited. He'd wanted me to forget him, it was only natural for him to forget me.
Suddenly there were vibrations in the ground. They were tiny, probably just a truck outside but it was enough to break his eye contact for a moment as he frowned at the ground beneath him. The vibrations got bigger after a moment but it couldn't break my gaze and thoughts. They were here. They were back. He was back. I couldn't say his name, I thought disgusted. I should be over him by now; this is no way to act. The vibrations got even bigger, the floor began to tremble minutely. What did I do? Did we run? Did we stand a chance? I felt stupid. They wouldn't hurt us physically. But could I leave? I didn't think I could handle him being so close and then just leaving. Or would they leave? Was that better? Could we continue like this never happened? Could I live alone with my coven in peace? The floor started shake. Not small little buzzes but rocking back and forth, blurring the lines of objects as they rattled.
The students were worried. They murmured roughly, looking around. The lights flickered and shook even harder. The very earth I was standing on seemed to growl as it shook and suddenly all the tables were sliding apart. The Cullens' in particular shook backwards, even closer to the wall. They looked around, for once, just as confused as the humans they tried so desperately to blend in with. Chaos reigned around the room.
The lights rattled and flickered on and off sporadically. Two of the canteen tables, now abandoned fell over with a crack. Someone screamed which made everyone else begin yelling too. A section of the roof cracked and split, falling overhead with the students jumping out of the way just in time. The screaming got louder. I think a teacher came in.
But all this paled in comparison. Everything meant nothing. Except for the fact that Edward Cullen was back in Forks.
There was a loud hissing noise and the room fogged up, breaking my train wreck of thoughts momentarily. I looked around to see everyone huddled in corners of the room, looking fearfully up at the ceiling, particularly the giant crack running the length of it and black, grotty metal pipe that stuck out of it at an awkward angle, evaporated water hissing into the canteen. My eyes widened. What was happening?
Or rather, what had happened? As soon as I withdrew from my spiralling thoughts, the trembles, this strange, sudden earthquake stopped in an instant. I felt someone grab my arm and yank me from our, strangely untouched table. Students were beginning to come out from behind the corners, making a run for the canteen doors while the tremors stopped. "Bella get up!" I heard Andrew all but hiss and my self-preservation instincts kicked in.
I nodded to the rest of them and we all rose as one, gliding towards the canteen doors with as much human speed as possible. Vee had her hands on Jenna and Max, guiding them as a big sister would, whilst Chen and Andrew hung back, looking around for any threats. I did too, glancing around us for a moment. The corridor was full of loud conversations, each of them tinged with panic and confusion. The teachers were vainly trying to call order whilst their students fussed around in terror. People were in a desperate scramble to get away from the canteen, a majority of them were rushing to the car park to drive away. "Guys, home now." I ordered, quietly as we weaved through the stricken, hysterical
I only looked back once. But the Cullen table was as empty as ours. A fact that made me even more panicked than I was before.
Dun. Dun. Duuuuuun.
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Tress
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