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Chapter 8
Forks, Washington, 2096
Jennifer's POV
One minute I was standing in the school cafeteria, preparing to slap the plastic-surgery-enhanced-boyfriend-stealer, then suddenly everything became black and I was in pure agony. It felt as if I had gone swimming in gasoline and then I walked straight into a raging fire. I couldn't remember where I was, why I was here…I couldn't grasp onto any memories. I felt myself slowly slipping into an imminent black hole…
EPOV
As I heard Jennifer's ear-splitting cry, I rushed to her side, frantic.
"Love? What's wrong?" I yelled, panicked.
"Love…" I turned to see a smirk pop up on Marie's face. She said it in a mocking tone. "Love…" she twisted the word over and over again. "Love, love…"
As I looked into her eyes, I just couldn't bring myself to say the things in my head, couldn't bring myself to say anything mean to her. It was like there was I special quality about Marie that I couldn't put my finger on. (A/N: Btw, this is an example of how Bella and Edward aresoulmates: their souls recognize each other even if their heads don't. LOL…)
I glanced around the room, surprised that no one had heard Jennifer's screeches; it was loud enough to wake the dead (…).
Maybe the humans' ears were too dull to pick up Jennifer's screams. Maybe my family had heard it; I peered into their thoughts.
'I hope Jazz is OK…What was that? I didn't see it coming…'
'It's the first day of school and our History teacher gives us enough homework for 2 weeks! I'm just glad that I work at vampire speed…But oh, no! Then that means no—" I quickly skipped out of Rosalie's mind, narrowly avoiding her graphic memories.
'I can't wait for that new game to come out! Wait, Rosie looks upset, maybe we can—"
Apparently, none of my family members had heard anything unusual. Had I gone crazy? Could vampires lose their minds? I would ask Carlisle later…
I was jolted out of my thoughts as Marie tapped me on my forearm. There was this strange sizzle of electricity as her finger touched my bare skin. It brought with it a kind warmth that made me fell whole, complete. Suddenly, as if she had also felt the spark of electricity, she jerked her hand away and looked down, so I could only see that she was frowning. I instantly missed the warmth, longed for our skin to be touching, so that I could feel complete.
Wait, did I just think that? How can this be happening? Why? Why did I feel this…this…need to be with a human when I was in a stable relationship?
Then the rational part of my brain formed a logical explanation for what just happened: of course I would miss the warmth because since she was a human, her body temperature would be naturally warmer than mine. When our skin touched, she immediately felt the coldness of mine and pulled her hand away, confused. And the spark of electricity was the product of my skin finally feeling something warm in a long time, and I needed warmth to fell complete.
I was so relieved that there was a rational explanation that I could have started doing cartwheels around the cafeteria, singing silly songs, but I took a few deep breaths and controlled myself.
BPOV
I made sure that only Edward and I could hear the shrieks. He rushed over, looking to make sure that she wasn't hurt or anything.
"Love? What's wrong?" He seemed genuinely worried about his 'girlfriend'.
Of course he would move on, spend the rest of his existence with his mate, enjoying his distractions. I wasn't good enough for him when I was human, but now I was a vampire, his equal. I was beautiful, just like him. But it wouldn't make a difference, because he told me that he didn't love me, never really loved me at all. I was just a mere human whose feelings he had played with.
"Love…" I sneered at him. "Love…love, love…" Was she his mate? Probably not, or else he would have ripped me to pieces – not that he could, I thought wryly. She was probably just another victim to his manipulation. I suddenly felt a surge of pity for this vampire; soon, he would discard her, just like he had discarded me.
I thought that he was a gentleman; I thought that he wouldn't intentionally hurt others. But I was wrong, I was always wrong. He had me twisted around his fingers, just like dozens of other girls, or vampires, were twisted around his fingers.
How had I let him into my heart, which had shattered into millions of unrecognizable pieces when he left? How? It was his stupid dazzling powers, I knew it! I should have never looked into his eyes, because as soon as I did, I would lose my sanity. I would never look into his eyes, I promised to myself, I would never let him rule me ever again.
Could I spend to rest of the school year knowing that he was just a few hundred meters away? Knowing that he was with another vampire? Another vampire whose heart he will break? I just had to know if we had any blocks together. I would ask him.
I sighed; I knew that this was just an excuse for me to talk to him. Because despite everything, despite everything he put me through, I knew that deep down, I still loved Edward.
"Edward?" I squeaked, stealing a glance at his perfect face. His expression was blank. "Edward?" Still no response. I tapped his arm to get his attention, out of habit.
Then, just like the many times 91 years ago, there was a spark of electricity where I touched him. I yanked my hand away, surprised, and somewhat scared; why didn't this feeling fade after almost a century? What could it mean?
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