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A/N sorry once again for not updating sooner, anyway here it is. Please review.
( this has been edited to make more sense but that is more towards the end)
Thanks to RoGueSurfer, anonymous , x-rosepetals-x, and slytheringrl17 for the reviews.
Shelia's POV
Now it was up to fate, there was no going back now, they would know we were here by now.
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Shelia's POV
I watched nervously as Killian made his way over to the big white doors. ( I cant remember how they are described) He knocked on the house then entered without waiting for an answer. However it soon became apparent that no one was there. "Their scent is fresh." stated Dolen "Should we follow it?" I looked over at Killian nervously, knowing that if he said yes there was no way I could get out of it. He would show me no sympathy. Briefly I wondered what life would have been like if Victoria had never found me, would I have had children? Grandchildren? I certainly wouldn't be alive today.
I am playing in my garden with my little brother in the sandpit . I am seven and he is five. "No your doing it all wrong!" I yell at him my face red, "You do it like this" I say snatching the bucket out of his tiny hands, he looks at me then starts to whimper. I ignore this however and continue to scoop sand into the bucket with my hands. He has to learn I think unconcerned even though he is now crying for mummy. I see a shadow loom over me and look up to find myself face to face with a very annoyed mother. "Shelia! Give you brother back the bucket and play nicely or you'll have to go inside" she lectures me. "But mum." I whine " I was just showing him how to do it right, he was messing it all up." I say defending myself. She simply glares at me making me feel scared. "Here" I say grudging thrusting the bucket at my brother. My mother then leaves but not before giving me one last warning glance. "I got the bucket, I got the bucket!" my brother starts to gloat waving the now empty bucket before my eyes. "SHUT UP!" I shout annoyed. He simply sticks his tongue out at me and continues to play.
I marvel at how easy and simple everything was then, I remember that day well, most vampires don't remember there human life much, but I do. Its probably something to do with my gift. I can fiddle with other peoples memories, twist them, change them, get rid of them… I study my little brothers five year old face, his blonde hair looking almost white in the sunlight his bright blue eyes, alive and happy. Then another memory starts to cloud my vision. It still my brother, but his face is pale and green, older looking, his sea blue eyes are now looking at me with disgust and fear. His eyes roll back into his head and he faints. I hear a crack as his skull cracks under the impact, I feel my throat burn as the blood begins to seep out of the wound.
Not caring about the others, I begin to run, following the scent of those people responsible for this. My brother the orphan and fourteen, my parents lying dead on the floor of our kitchen, drained of blood. I feel nothing but rage.
Bella's POV
When I touched my younger self I felt a strange warmth run though me like the sun almost. Everywhere seemed so bright and full of life. It was different from the first time. Why I didn't no. maybe it was because this time we were both vampires, instead of one human one vampire. I could for a second feel both of me as to separate consciousnesses, each with different thoughts. As it started to end I felt a pang of loneliness, as our thoughts started to merge together becoming one. If I could of I would have cried it was as close as you could get to a person, because we were different people. I had altered the past , she had remembered everything that had happened but none of the future. However my absence had greatly confused the Cullen's. They couldn't fathom how I suddenly human again. It had not helped my relationship with Rose.
"BELLA!!" I could hear Edwards frantic cries filled with concern and love. I almost cried with happiness. He knew my name! I opened my eyes slowly and looked around, I was in a different place, but the same one. It felt weird having two slightly different memories. The memories began to sink in and I began to see even more changes that I had made unintentionally. Some small some big. In this world I had been changed at 17 by James. I realised I couldn't tell them what would happen as I couldn't risk changing anymore then I intended to, but I had to set things right. "Yes?" I replied, feeling slightly dazed as I ran though all these new memories and realised what could have been and how all those little choices made such a impact on the ways things turned out. Yes this was Edward and he loved me, but he wasn't the same one I knew. In the back of my mind I heard the other me say that he was that this was how things were meant to be but at the same time it felt wrong and strange, alien. I felt Edwards arms wrap around me holding me tight to his chest. I smiled happy. But in the back of my mind I was still asking myself what should I do? What is the right choice?
A/N: ok I hope u like it, I will try my hardest to update soon, but understandably my sch work comes first. Pwetty pwease review :)