Chapter 4: Greif

Edwards POV

If you don't like something change it; if you can't change it, change the way you think about it.

"Now what?" I mutter as I watch the tiny brunette disappear out the window. I forgot how much faster a newborn could be. Why did they have to change her? People die. It's a natural part of the world. If Carlisle was going to change everyone who died in a tragic accident then our family would expand in leaps and bounds every day. What was so special about this girl?

"Edward," Carlisle begins. He doesn't need to finish the sentence. I already know that I am the only one with any hope of catching up with her. Although I don't wish to have the girl around, I know that it is safer for my family if she stays with us. I've lost so much this past month, I can't lose them. I nod at Carlisle and head out the window, swinging myself on top of the building. It is night, but it is much darker in New York at this time of year. The city is draped in a thick cloud, making the lights on the buildings more spectacular. I take a deep breath and follow the girl's scent. She's not far. I bounce along the rooftops wondering what I will say if I should catch up to her. How can I convince the girl to come with us when I don't want her around?

I slow down as I start to hone in on her. She's close. I close my eyes and try to hear her thoughts, but fail to find them. I keep moving in the direction of her scent. It is then, I see her.

She is sitting on the edge of a building's roof top, looking into the adjacent building's window. Her legs are dangling over the ledge, neatly folded at the ankles. She is resting her hands in her lap. She looks tiny in comparison to the buildings that surround her. Engulfed by the city. It is then I realise she is crying, not on the outside, but on the inside, I can feel her weep. I don't want to startle her and scare her off, so I try to read her thoughts, seeing if I can predict her mood, her plans. I can't hear her. It is eerily similar to the first time I encountered Bella, and I feel a pull on my heart which I force myself to ignore. I must deal with the matters at hand.

I jump across to her building, landing softly. I get ready to take off after her, assuming she runs again. The girl doesn't move. I know she's heard me- newborns' hearing is sharp. However, she doesn't even turn to look at me. I walk up to the ledge where she sits, but I keep a distance between us.

"Blair," I whisper softly. She does not answer, she keeps staring straight ahead. I follow her gaze to the scene in the window which she is viewing. It is a penthouse suit. A man and woman sit on a couch; the woman is inconsolable as she weeps. The man wraps his arm around her shoulders and pulls her close. I listen to their thoughts and realise Blair it watching her parents' grieve for her. Her mother is wishing she had never let Blair talk her into letting her go. The father is wishing he never left New York. Even though the parents have ended their marriage there is much love for one another. Across from them is a girl who looks not unlike Rosalie. The girl is crying for her best friend, and wishing she had not had a fight with her. A tall boy sits next to her, his face holds no emotion. I realise he is not sure what he feels. He is worried for Blair, angry at Blair and confused by his feelings for the blonde girl. In the background, another boy stands. His face is riddled with guilt, and his heart aches. We both share the feeling of failure and regret.

"I thought this was what I wanted," Blair breaks my thoughts as she whispers; "I wanted them to miss me."

I frown. How could someone wish such a horrible pain on loved ones? I pray that Bella's memories of me fade quickly so she can move forward. Blair was hoping that her friends and family would be held back and made to feel guilty by their memories of her.

"I never thought... I never realised they would hurt so much," Blair whispered, "I never realised how loved I was."

"There is much love there," I tell her, "your parents... they were very proud to have you." As I listen to her parents thoughts, images of her father leaving and her mother taking business trips for months at a time flash across my mind. These images are plague with feelings of guilt.

I turn my attention to the blonde girl. An image of Blair in a blue dress taking photos all over New York is in her mind. I can't help but smile at the fun the two girls are having

"The girl," I ask, "she was your friend?"

"Serena," Blair says her name softly and slowly, letting the syllables dance on her tongue, "she was my best friend. I was always jealous of her. She was perfect," she shook her head, "the things I said to her."

"She knows," I say, "she knows it was a fight and that things said were not really meant. She is focusing on remembering the good times."

Blair nods.

"Blair," I say, "We can't stay here in New York."

"I know," she whispers.

"And by we," I say.

"You mean me too," Blair turns to me.

The scene reminds me of saying goodbye to Bella. When you say we? I mean my family and I. I frown and turn away from Blair.

"Edward?" Blair asks concern.

"I'm fine," I growl.

She doesn't respond; something in the window has got her attention. The dark haired boy is being held by the light haired boy around the collar. Serena is trying to break them apart with little luck. I realise they are fighting over Blair. Blair is leaning forward. Even though I am still having trouble reading her thoughts I can sense she is fighting the urge to go in and help break the boys apart. I walk to her quickly and place my hands on her shoulders, holding her to me. She doesn't recognise my grip on her; however she doesn't appear to have any plans to move from the ledge. I watch the fight between the boys, which is simmering down. The dark haired boy leaves the apartment in fury. Blair falters beneath my grip.

"Which one?" I ask, "Which one do you love?'

Blair turns to face me. I release her shoulders, but do not step back. Our faces are only centimetres apart.

"That's not your concern," she states, and hopes off the ledge and lands on the roof before me. I don't move. I stand in her path.

"I could knock you down," she raises her eyebrows, "Emmett advised me of my strength."

I shrug, "Do it. But will that really help you?"

"Excuse me?" she asks.

"Which one?" I ask again, "they both loved you. But you only ever loved one"

"I don't have to tell you and this is the end of this conversation," she says a little louder.

"Fine," I mutter, surprised by my sudden change in needing to know, "but for the record, the dark haired boy, he didn't mean what he said."

Blair pauses, her eyes widen, "really?" she looks at me like a child needing to know that monsters do not live under the bed. Unfortunately, Blair is now a monster.

"He wanted to hurt you, like you hurt him. He thought you didn't love him," I watch as Blair looks away into the city night. She then straightens her clothes and takes a final look at her loved ones.

"You said we had to go?" she asks.

I nod, "Yes, the others are waiting."

Blair takes off back to the apartment. I look down to the street. The dark haired boy has emerged from the building. He looks up into the night sky as if he senses her near.

Where ever you are, he thinks, be ok.

I sympathise with the boy, as I hold the same hope for Bella. I hope her family and friends pull her though and I hope she will find happiness. I realise that Blair does not have what Bella has. We took that away. Glancing at the boy I make a deal with the universe, I'll see to it that Blair is ok, if someone promises to take care of my Bella.