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Rochester, New York, 1943
Isabella Marie Whitlock….Mason Cullen
My fingers wove deeper into his bronze colored locks with each amount of pressure he applies while bringing me in tighter to his body. His big masculine hands were gentile and caring as he drew me in closer to his chest. His muscles stretched with each way he tilted his body possessively with mine. I played with the hair behind his ear while he stroked my shoulders in such a lovingly way that had me kissing him with more force, which he of course responded to.
He leaned back onto the couch with me curled up in his lap. I stared into his now twinkling golden eyes that looked back at mine like he was seeing my soul. "I love you, love" he whispered to me, his voice thick with emotions. I smiled brightly at my love struck husband and whispered back, "I love you" while kissing his nose. With both leaned back to just gaze at each other.
Thirteen years ago, a human-drinking and lost Edward, brought me back to meet his creator and his wife. I then found the meaning of family once I saw the way they all acted with each other. Carlisle and Esme were like second parents to me, more so than any other coven I had ever been with. I stayed with them for a few years and day by day helped Edward regain his humanity, even though I had always convinced him it never went away.
Instead of leaving during my second or first year like I normally would have, I found myself unable to part from this family. Things between Edward and I started to spice up a bit, and around my second year here, Edward got enough courage to ask me out on a date. You may think that two years is a long time for that, but those past two years was Edward and I rebuilding him while getting to know each other. We dated for another year and things were very heated. We wouldn't be caught dead…well you get it….without each other. Carlisle and Esme were so happy; they started to call me their daughter even before Edward proposed…which he did.
Around my third year at the Cullen manor, Edward asked me to accompany him to an opening night at the theater. I complied and dressed up for the event in a beautiful silky blue dress with silver heels, the opening nights were always fancy. After watching the show about two lovers, Edward asked to take a walk with me and continued until we reached the park. I felt like it was déjà vu with the theater and the park (minus the alley). He proposed to me at the park on the same bench I confronted him. We got married the next month and I was now officially a Cullen…and a Mason. The passing ten years seemed to have flown by so quickly, and with each day our love increased. We were hopelessly in love and we wouldn't have it any other way.
I was broken from my trance when I heard the agonized shrieking of a female that seemed to be coming from the forest. I looked at Edward with worry clear in my expression as Esme flew down the stairs to see if we were alright. Esme relaxed slightly when she saw us, but still kept the worried expression going. Edward, however, looked to be a mix between shocked, outraged, and protective. I wonder what he was reading, and where was Carlisle when we needed him the most?
I raised an eyebrow at Edward and leaped from his lap on the couch to stand by the big glass floor length window. I squinted as I looked farther into the forest, until my eyes shot wide and my mouth popped open. Coming from the direction of the screaming was none other than Carlisle carrying a fairly pretty blonde girl, who was in the middle or beginning of her transformation. He was approaching faster as the screaming got louder, Esme ran to open the door for him when he flew into the house from the front porch.
Edward raced over to me and gently pushed me behind him while he clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes at the girl, watching her like a hawk. "Carlisle, dear, what happened?" Esme asked with concern lacing her voice as she eyed the screaming female, I flinched a little as this brought back memories of my change. Carlisle ignored his wife, which was very shocking, but he was too busy racing the female up the stairs and into the guest room.
Esme shot after her husband and I was about to follow suit when I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist and torso, restraining me from following yet keeping me at a protective distance from the almost-newborn. I sighed and turned in Edwards arms to look into his scowling narrowed eyes that he kept trained on the stairs, as if the newborn would race down here and attack me.
"I don't want you anywhere near her" his tone was final as his eyes narrowed at the word newborn. I placed my right hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at me, "Edward, I am strong enough to defend myself against anything." Okay… so that was a total lie. But what exactly was I supposed to do? Tell him the 'threat' was a hundred times stronger than me, but that's okay because she possibly won't attack? No. Not unless I wanted to be locked in his room with him watching my every move…that's happened once before when we met a nomad, it turned out he was a friendly guy named John. Nothing to worry about, but oh no, Edward had to protect his mate. I loved him more than life itself, but he could drive me crazy sometimes.
Edward picked me up and ran me over to the couch to resume our last positioning. I opened my mouth but was interrupted by another extremely loud shriek from the girl; she sure did have a set of lungs. Edward wrapped his arms protectively around my and buried his face in the crook of my neck. "Exactly love. I don't ever want you to need to defend yourself, that's my job. I don't know what I would do without you. You're my reason for continuing this life. You showed me how to act human again. You saved me, my guardian angel." He said with so much emotion in his voice, he almost choked. I know if I had been human, I would have cried. I leaned down to kiss him in a hurry; I needed to be with him just as much as he needed to be with me.
The next two and a half days were agonizing. Edward was irritated that we had to leave again so the girl could hunt without distractions. Carlisle was loathing himself, unsure if this was a god idea. Esme was her usually motherly self and was worrying over the girl changing. I was just sad. It was upsetting to see someone go through their change, knowing they can't go back, or forward for that matter. We were frozen in time, never dying nor getting older.
Around the end of her second day, I was lounging in the den with Esme reading. She was drawing some of her brilliant interior designs while I read Romeo an Juliet for the 407 time. Edward and Carlisle went hunting, well more like Carlisle had to force Edward out of the house to hunt. They were both worried about leaving Esme and I home alone while the girl was still in her transformation. Although, they needed to be their strongest for when she does wake up, just in case.
It was nearing the end of the second day and the beginning of the third day, the men were still hunting. Apparently their wasn't enough animals to suffice them, so they headed farther up the country, almost near Connecticut. Esme walked into the kitchen and came back out with a few lists in her hand. "Bella, do you mind if I make a quick trip to the store? I need to pick up some paint for the girls room. I am sure she won't wake up yet, she still has a few more hours." I smiled at her but grimaced when I heard another ear piercing shriek from the guest room. You would think after three days we would get used to it.
"Of course Esme! I don't mind at all, let's just not tell the men that happened." I said while smirking at her. She giggled and rolled her eyes while muttering something along the line sof, "Over protective fools." I laughed as she walked out the door making it click. The house was eerily silent…except for the constant screaming of the newborn. I was finished with the book around three in the evening, and no one was home yet.
The female's screaming seemed to only get worse, and I couldn't help myself. I was petrified with all her screams, they reminded me too much of my transformation, and no one was there for me…well Kara was, but let's face it; she could have left me there and picked me up last minute. I threw the book on the coffee table and raced up the stairs and into the room where the shrieking beauty lied.
She truly was beautiful, one of the most gorgeous women I had ever seen. She had flowing blonde hair that reached her rib cage, a little shorter than mine, and of course a to-die-for curvy body. The only things disorienting from her beauty was her arching back as it looked like she was trying to make herself into an origami, and her lips drawn into a crying face as she screamed again.
I walked over to her and placed my hand on her forehand while grasping one of hers in mine. She seemed to calm a little and welcomed my touch as I talked calmly to her. I just talked to comfort her with my voice, but I ended up telling her about my brother Jasper and how much I had missed him. I knew she wouldn't remember anything because the pain was too dominant, but it still felt nice to get off my chest.
Every scream she made, I tightened my hands around hers. I was beginning to get worried, her heart was accelerating faster now and her screaming got louder. She was nearing the end of her transformation, but no one else was home. Was I going to have to deal with the newborn all by myself? Let's hope not, I don't think I would be able to yell at her if she tried to attack me, or remain calm if she started to accuse me. I knew I had been around plenty of newborns, but something about her just seemed so…different. I actually felt vulnerable.
Just as I was thinking the worst, she screamed a long and loud shriek that had me covering my sensitive ears and flinching while her body slammed back into the bed and her heart stopped beating. She gasped and sprung off the bed and crouched low near the corner of the room. Her blood red eyes were trained on me while a snarl disfigured her beautiful face. I placed my hands in front of me as a peaceful sign, but she growled loudly at me and began to creep forward. Oh-no! I thought to myself as she continued her deadly dance.
"Listen to me please; I just want to help you!" My desperate voice seemed to shock her, maybe she remembered me talking to her. I took that as a good thing and moved a little closer while my arms were still in front of me. She glared angrily at me and looked around the room like a frightened cat. She sensed me approaching her again so she snarled and I backed off.
"W-who a-a-are you? W-What have y-you done to m-me?" She asked while trying to remain mad, but her façade was slowly dissolving as her sadness soon crept in. I walked over to her and this time she let me as she sunk to the floor. I followed suit and took her in my arms while giving her a big sisterly hug. "My name is Isabella Marie Whitlock Mason Cullen, but I prefer Bella." I laughed at the irony of that statement that I had repeated over and over again, just this time with two other last names.
She looked up at me and just stared. I thought she was going to tell me her name, but instead she glared at me. What had I done? She narrowed her eyes and roughly shoved me off her. I flew into the wall and created a smell dent. She looked shocked and stared down at her hands before glaring more fiercely at me and charging towards me. Talk about mood swings.
She grabbed me by the throat and hoisted me against the wall. She was a fair one foot three inches taller than my tiny height, so it was definitely a hostile move. I gasped as it was very uncomfortable for me to not inhale and exhale, even though I didn't need to; it was still something I did regularly to keep the disguise as 'human'.
"What did you do to me?" She hissed while curling her lips over her teeth and leaning closer to my face with her scary blood red eyes. I stared at her wide eyed and was about to try to pry her hands away from me when suddenly the front door was slammed into the wall and three sets of footsteps could be heard barging up the stairs. She looked scared but then glared at the door, anticipating a fight.
The guest room door was kicked open and flew off its hinges onto the floor in a pile of wood chips. A worried Esme, prepared Carlisle, and outraged Edward ran into the room. Edward charged at us and threw the newborn into the wall across from me while crouching low in front of me and snarling fiercely. Esme ran over to check on me while Carlisle ran in between the newborn and my husband. "Edward! Don't get her more aggressive! She needs to be talked to calmly and in a much politer manor." Edward rose from his crouch and brought me to his side in a death grip while he glared at the newborn but answered Carlisle.
"She attacked my mate, I don't think she can be polite or calm" He snarled out while looking directly at the newborn. She glared at him, but I could tell she was a little worried. Carlisle walked over to her with his hands out in the same position I was in before. Esme put her hand on my shoulder then walked closer to Carlisle.
"W-who are you p-people? W-what did you d-do to m-me?" The newborn asked with an angry and scared voice while flinching away from Carlisle. He sighed and looked at her with a caring sad smile while Esme walked to the other side of her. "Dear, you were dying, so my husband saved you." Esme replied sweetly with concern in her motherly voice, she seemed to calm the newborn…a little. "Saved me as in…?" She trailed off her question and stared at Carlisle. "You're a vampire now." And so we began to explain everything to her. She wasn't exactly a happy camper, she threw a rant and tried to escape but when her throat started to hurt her, she begged Carlisle to help.
She told us her story about how her drunken fiancé raped her while his friends watched and then they beat her and left her to die in the street. I was heartbroken listening to her story and I ended up hugging her while she cried onto my shoulder and Esme stroked her hair. I thought she would definitely be a bitch after the way she woke up, but she had her days when she was like a sister to me.
She was very aggressive from day one and glared every time she saw me. Of course Edward would glare right back and she would huff and walk away. Edward explained that she was very self-centered and relied mostly on her looks. She saw me as competition and thought I was very beautiful, so she resented me for it. She also was mad that Edward didn't pay her any attention like other men had her entire life that made me mad. Can't she see we are happily married? But as the years went by, I began to understand her. All she really had in her life was her looks, and she was brought up to respect men. After everything she has went through, she was just confused and lost. Just like I had been.
I helped her 'come out of her shell' step by step, and she truly was beautiful inside and out. Edward still didn't favor her, but he warmed up to her slightly as the years went by. Esme thought of her like another daughter, as did Carlisle. I thought of her as an older sister, because as the years went by, she proved just how independent and strong she was. I looked up to her, just as she liked to think of me as her younger sister.
Ten years later in Tennessee, another sibling was added to our family. Rose and I were hunting while Esme and Carlisle were home with Edward. She decided to travel a little farther west so I let her and I continued east. I was just burying my dead elk when she came running through the forest screaming for me to find Carlisle. I didn't know what was happening, but she was carrying a bug man who was gushing blood.
I complied and raced home in front of her. Edward came to me instantly but I ignored him and ran straight to Carlisle. He came down the stairs the same second Rose burst through the door with the bleeding man. She begged our father to change him, and seeing the hopless look in here eye, he agreed and bit the man. It was obvious Rose had an attraction to him, and once he even mumbled something incoherent that sounded like, "are you my angel?" I thought it was very sweet.
Three days full of screaming later, Emmett was brought into our family, and of course went straight for Rose. They were a mated coupled, and I grew to love Emmett almost as much as I loved Jasper! He was such a big goof ball, and he knew how to brighten a room with a joke. Our family looked complete, but there was still something missing.
The next couple of years, our relationships only grew fonder with each other. We were so close; anyone would have sworn we were blood relatives. One day on a hunt I was separated from my family. We all split up and I ended up deep into the forest of Virginia. I was burying my meal when I heard sobbing. I ran after the sound and came across a very distressed looking newborn.
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