This chapter is a little short. I just wanted to get through the explaination of why Margarete was in Forks.

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Unwanted

Chapter Two

Explanations

Everyone sat in the dining room. All eyes were on Margarete as she eyed each family member carefully. Her eyes upon Bella last. A smile tugged on the corner of her lips. Bella shifted in her chair next to Edward uncomfortably.

"No need to be afraid, child. I'm not going to hurt you. You have nothing to fear from me," she said calmly.

For a moment, Bella thought she was the only one who heard the stranger's words. Shifting her gaze to Edward, she realized everyone had.

"To answer your question, I can see inside the child's head. I can hear her thoughts screaming inside my own. Be glad you can't break the barrier that guards you from her thoughts, Edward."

Edward exhaled, "I assume it's only fair. I can't hear her thoughts and she can't hear mine."

Grinning, Margarete replied, "You so wish you could though. As does she."

"It's harder for him. He's never had a problem before," Bella said softly.

"True. Now he has two minds he can't read. He's finding it rather annoying," Margarete replied, still grinning.

Carlisle cleared his throat, "Please, tell us why you're here."

For the first time since her arrival, Margarete seemed uncomfortable. She shifted in her chair, resting her delicate hands on the table, "Werewolves."

"Esme spoke to you of the treaty and I thought you were aware already of it," Carlisle spoke calmly.

She nodded, "I am. That is why I am here however. Not to break the treaty. I would never dream of that. I'm here because I have foreseen the unthinkable and I wish to attempt to change it."

"What is the unthinkable you speak of? And if it involves werewolves, why can you see it and I can't?" Alice asked.

"Nothing stops any of my gifts, Alice. I'm sorry for your envy," Margarete said, apologetically. "You all have heard of imprinting, yes?"

She watched as everyone at the table slowly nodded before she continued, "One of them, his name is unclear for he has allowed his animal instinct to take over. His destiny has abruptly changed. He was meant to imprint on to a human."

Bella held her breath. She knew instantly which werewolf she was speaking of. Jacob. Her Jacob.

"His rebellion is coming to an end and he will soon travel back home. His destiny is going to lead him to imprint on one of us. A vampire. Unthinkable."

Bella listened intently. Waiting to say something. She seized the opportunity, "Jacob. His name is Jacob Black."

Margarete's eyes snapped quickly to Bella's, "Yes… You would know who I was talking about, wouldn't you? Due to your smell, you've changed our worlds. You weren't meant to. You are meant for things so much greater than an eternity of damnation."

Edward stiffened, closing his eyes. Bella ignored it, "I'm meant to be with Edward."

She shook her head disapprovingly, "No, you're not. You were meant for him. For your Jacob. That's what you call him in your dreams, My Jacob." Her voice was no longer childlike. It was venomous.

Edward slammed his fist on to the table, "Enough. You will not talk to my wife that way."

Chuckling, Margarete shrugged off Edwards subtle threat, "My dearest apologies. You more than anyone else, wanted to know why I was here and I'm telling you."

In an attempt to avoid a fight, Rosalie spoke up, "Who is it now? You said the do-- Jacob, would be imprinting on a vampire. Who?"

Her scarlet eyes met Rosalie's, "Jacob will now be imprinting on myself."