Chapter 19
A/N
I would just like to let everyone know that I've had a sudden burst of inspiration. In my English class, I got a new seat right next to my CRUSH, and an onslaught of new ideas popped into my mind! I hope you enjoy!
BPOV
My sight was lucid, my vision constantly going in and out, and blotches of black would appear from time to time. I felt like I was lying on a floor, but then I reached up to rub my head, sitting up in the process. I could just barley blink, it felt as if I was being weighed down by an ocean, because I was constantly swaying, and couldn't see straight.
When I could make something out, I realized I was in a room, one with light cream wall paint, and no windows, thought seemingly natural light came into the room. A figure stood up to me, bending at the knees. They breathed on my face, skimming their nose up from my jaw to my hair line.
Then, all too familiar, Edward's voice whispered in my ear,
"Love. Come back to me love." As he placed a hand on my cheek, rubbing small circles.
"Edward…" I whispered, before I saw his swaying figure stand, and disappear.
Then, everything went black.
JPOV
I sat on the end of her bed, waiting for her to wake. She started moving, squinting her eyes, and rubbing her hand against the pillow. I saw her mouth move for a moment, and I strained to hear what she was saying.
"Ed…ward…"
Vile tastes rose into my throat. Another dream of him? And she wasn't lashing out in a nightmare form? Was she thinking about him again? Wasn't I enough?
She shot up in bed, looking disoriented, and swaying slightly. She rubbed her face, and smiled when her eyes settled on mine. She climbed to my side, and gave me a hug.
It took her only seconds to realize my stiff stature, not moving to hug her back.
"What wrong?" She searched my eyes, frowning.
"You… had a dream… about him?" I seethed, venom leaking through my words. How ironic.
"Jake…" she trailed off, rubbing her face, and pulling her arms away.
"I thought… I thought you didn't care anymore." I said, in an almost child-like and defeated voice. I hung my head.
"I don't know what happened. I remember him saying, 'come back to me', and then I woke up. I would never want to have a dream like that. You know I only care about you." She grabbed my hand, kissing my wrist.
"Oh, sweetie, I love you. I wish I knew if he was doing this, getting into your dreams, as if to tell you what to do." He pulled me in again, kissing my head. "Go back to sleep, Bella. My sweet, sweet Bella."
EPOV
When I left Bella's house that night so short a time ago, it was with a heavy, un-beating heart, and a downturned head. She was no longer under my control, my command. She was with a mutt, who could give her I all the things I never could! He could do better for her, in her eyes, and his own, and they would be so happy together!
But it wasn't me! It will never be me, now. I wanted her, more than her blood, or her body, I wanted someone to love, and who would love, me in return! I sit up at night, thinking of how I could have changed things! How, I could be the one to sleep with her in my arms every night, and feel the gently caress of her fragile skin upon mine. I wanted her, and only she, to be the star, the shining point in my life, and it would never be!
Because she was with him. And I was not him. I would never be him, and as long as he had Bella, sweet, innocent, beautiful Bella, he would always be a better mean than I.
For I cannot ever have a love, a lover in my life, that Bella was for me for such a short time.
And it was this feeling that made my un-beating heart flutter in my chest, and my mind draw a blank upon how to go about in this world, knowing that Bella and I could never be the same as were once before.
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When I arrived back at my house in Alaska, in the middle of the cold night, I found a letter, addressed to me, on my bed side table. It was a plain, white envelope, with blood red ink gracing the paper. The writer, was that if a resident in Italy, one of which, I will not speak the name.
Dearest Edward Cullen, of the Cullen Clan,
It is with deep sorrow that I find that your love, Isabella, no longer holds your presence in her heart. I am quite unsure as to where she is now, and what she is doing, but there are some things I wish to discuss;
Upon your meeting of Isabella, she was quite perceptive of your world and of you In particular. She noticed, within in the span of a month or so, What we are. Thought, she also promised not to tell anyone of our secrets, we all know we can't trust promises, right? I refer, she did say she'd be with you forever, did she not?
It has come to my attention that Isabella knows too much of our world, and if she is no longer planning to become one of us, she has two options:
The first is to reunite with you, or another Vampire suitor, and to either stay human and be with the coven, or be changed, and live out many long, glorious days as a vampire.
The second, I hate to even touch upon. If she refuses you as a mate, or any other eternal mates like ourselves, we have no choice but to dispose of her, for a human like she can never know too much.
It is with a heavy heart that I tell you that you must choose her fate, or return contact with her in order to fulfill these wishes. With all due respect, please have your answer by the 24th of November.
Sincerely,
Aro
So that was it. Bella either had to be with me, or die. For a moment, I seemed elated with the thought of her being mine again. It took me only a second to realize that that was not what she wanted. She deserved her own free choice.
Carlisle's thoughts drifted to me then:
It referred to an eternal lover. Can you not think of another, who has caught Bella's recent attention, who would not be a problem?
Of course. The mutts. Just what they want, always beating the Vampires when it comes to love.
1 month later…
The trip to Voltaire seemed to take too long, and I just wanted to go home, home to Bella's warm embrace that held me so many a times. But I knew that was not my home now, she had a new home, in the arms of another.
The walk with Alice down to speak to Aro gave me little time to think about what to say. Before I knew it, I was there.
"Ah, Edward, so nice to see you again." He clapped his hand, then stood up, reaching to shake mine. I smoothly pushed it behind my back, and he simply smiled, going back to his chair.
"So, Edward, I was very excited when I received news of your visit. What do you with to speak of?" His red eyes glinted slightly in the little moonlight pouring into the windows.
"I received a letter, concerning my old lover, Isabella. It is with great sadness that I inform you, that I will not force her to make a deciosion at all. In fact, I have not even spoken to her. I do know this thought. The werewolves that live in Forks, One had taken a liking to her." I choked out the last part. "She returned the intrest. He imprinted."
I turned and swiftly left the room, taking as many turns as I could before I fell to the ground and began dry sobbing into my arms.
"Excuse me?"
I looked up, seeing a small boy in front of my, looking down at my still shaken figure.
"Yes." I creaked out.
"I had overheard your conversation with master before. Perhaps… I could help." And I looked into his mind.
He could manipulate dreams! Get inside of people's minds! This is just what I needed.
"Please." I said, taken for breath. I faintly heard Alice's thoughts, telling me she did not approve, but would be in the car.
"My name is Adone. " He looked at me over his shoulder, as I followed him to his room.
"Edward." I spoke back.
"Here, sit here." He pointed to his bed.
"What do you wish of?" He asked, taking one of my hands in his, and closing his eyes.
"Bella. Bella Swan, from Forks. When she is asleep, I wish that she has a dream of me. Tell her to come back to me. I need her so much." I whispered the last part, bowing my head.
"It will happen. In 12 days, she will get your dream." He nodded his head, and I exited swiftly.
12 days later…
"Edward!" Alice alerted me of a vision.
"What wrong?" She searched my eyes, frowning.
"You… had a dream… about him?" I seethed, venom leaking through my words. How ironic.
"Jake…" she trailed off, rubbing her face, and pulling her arms away.
"I thought… I thought you didn't care anymore." I said, in an almost child-like and defeated voice. I hung my head.
"I don't know what happened. I remember him saying, 'come back to me', and then I woke up. I would never want to have a dream like that. You know I only care about you." She grabbed my hand, kissing my wrist.
"Oh, sweetie, I love you. I wish I knew if he was doing this, getting into your dreams, as if to tell you what to do." He pulled me in again, kissing my head. "Go back to sleep, Bella. My sweet, sweet Bella."
I growled. Frustrated, and tore from the house, into the snow-covered woods.
When I felt far enough away, I crumpled onto the ground, howling in pain.
For Bella would never love me. I could never force her to, and she would never be mine again.
A/N
Thank you Ashley Ayoub for giving me the idea for this chapter! I hope you all enjoy what is to come!
Also, today, In my English class, My CRUSH (as I had spoken of before) saw me using Twilight woods lotion, and he made a comment about smelling like vampires. Maybe something of that nature may come up soon….