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I am so sorry, this is late. I caught probably the worst cold of my life and have been sick these last three weeks that I've struggled to sit down and write this between coughing fits. However I'm feeling a bit better and finally got this out! Thank you so much for your excitement on the last chapter, I know it's very ansty, but that kinda what I feel like writing. Mare is kinda an easy kid, but I wanted to show how attached she gets to her new family and even though she knows and expects Bella to come into play, it still hurts when she feels her family is paying the new character more attention. I hope everyone had a great November and is having an even better December! I hope to finally wrap this season so we can start fresh next year! If you've made it this far into this little speech please tell me what you hope to see next season and what you want for Christmas! You never know you just might see it next year!
Reviews:
Kezz 1- Thank you my luv!
Ooshnish- Oh my goodness hello my friend! Thank you so much for the sweet words, you really make me smile when ever I read your reviews! You're not missing much on Thanksgiving, it's really just an excuse to get together and eat, or if you're like me go to the parades, this year how ever I went to see Wicked instead. AS ALWAYS you are completely right in your hypothesis on what is to come next lol, mom and dad are on the way and I hope you like it! I hope it lives up to the last chapter! I've been loving writing ansty things lately. Thank you so much for your gentle reminder to get my butt back in gear lol, I always know it's time to get going when you give me a reminder! I'm sending love and hugs back your way all across the pond and thank you for wishing me a happy thanksgiving! Love Coffee!
Guest- Thank you! It's really good to be back, I'm so sorry for that last chapter lol, I hope this conclusion makes up for it! and your very right Edward really shouldn't get to make a big decision like that for everyone, but for some reason he does.
luvudramione- Thank you so much! I honestly love how go with the flow Mare is sometimes, but dang it I wanted some more angry emotion and since she doesn't really grow her angry backbone until later on I though I would give you a little glimpse into the future lol! You're very right about Bella and Edward, honestly we'll have to see how Mare impacts that story line, becasue to be honest I don't even know how I'm going to write all of it lol. Our secret!
EtheralSoul456- Omg stapppp, you're making me smile so much my cheeks hurt lol! I promise you thank me enough! I feel so much love in this community it's enough I promise! I'm happy you liked the surprise but I'm sorry this part came so late!I had a great Thanksgiving and I don't find your loving of this nasty style psyco at all! Honestly I feel the same, I had so much fun writing angry Mare and already started on next season! I'm telling you the anger only grows! Please don't cry! things get better in this half I promise! As for why it's called Into the Blue, originally I called it Into the Book, but found their were several other stories with that same title so fat some point someone wanted to find this story they might have a hard time because of that. I wanted to keep the "Into the" part of the title so played around with several other words until I though of "Into the Blue." It actually made me think of the ocean and how 90% of it is still a mystery and I realized falling into a book is kinda a mystery and decided that was the perfect title. I don't know if that explanation made sense and if it didn't I'm so sorry! Once again thank you for the kind words and awesome question, you're always so nice to me and I can't thank you enough! Sending all my love back! Coffee
agabriellafigueiredo-I'm so sorry for the long wait! But fear not, it's over and I really hope you enjoy, I didn't speed things along a little bit just to get it out so I hope that doesn't take away from the story! I so have to tell you Mare's feelings aren't magically fixed over this chapter. I have a lot planned for New Moon and just wanted to give you a little taste, so please I hope you like it!
UndercookedCookie-OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Sorry about the long wait in-between theses chapters! I definitely didn't mean for this to happen! You're absolutely right about the love, hate with writing! I love writing, but absolutely hate everything I write, even this story is hard for me to like lol, so that fact that you do makes my heart warm! All is okay over here, everyone is sick though, so hopefully we all get better before Christmas! I hope all is well with you and hope that you like this conclusion to the Thanksgiving special (Even though it's late lol) Stay safe and I'm sending my love! Coffee
Gretchenia! Oh my goodness, as always my friend you're reviews are always so kind and heart warming, I promise they live up to everything, please don't ever feel like they don't! I'm so happy you finally got to the Volturi! They were so hard for me to write so the fact that you like them really makes me smile! Honestly I read your reviews over and over and couldn't help by cry! My god you're always so kind and perceptive of my chapters! I couldn't ask for anything more...honestly it just makes me speechless!Honestly even as I type this I feel like my hands are shaking becasue I just don't know how to thank you enough! Honestly! I always find myself sneaking away at work to read your reviews to help me get through the day sometimes, especially lately with the holidays coming up, everything always feels so overwhelming and reading your words just makes the world feel a little better, honestly THANK YOU! About your question involving if they told the rest of the family about Mare's gift? No, Carlisle told only Esme and Edward. That's the main reason why Edward was the one to tell Eleazar that "now" was the time, because they had to wait until Mare was essentially taking their gifts from them and he couldn't read her mind, that way when Aro touched her, nothing happened. AS for telling her to such about the reception, my whole thought process was that know who Mare is as a person she defiantly would have said something about the Volturi hiring Human just to kill them and Carlisle just didn't want to fight that battle today lol. Lastly..you may or may not be right about Demetri, (wink, wink ;)) Again, thank you SOOOOO Much for being my friend and for always leaving me the kindest reviews to read! It warms my heart and makes me feel so Happy! I'm sending you ALL my love and hugs my sweet, sweet friend! Love Coffee!
Thanksgiving Special pt. 2 (New Moon)
The walk to the counselor's office is long and quiet, the only sound coming from my saddle-style shoes on the tile floor. Ever since my conversation with Carlisle a few days ago I've struggled to keep from crying 24/7, it's as if breaking down my whole feelings on a five-minute phone call has completely broken down the brick wall that holds back my emotions and now they're tumbling out against my will. I shoulder my backpack swallowing when Mrs. Benson's door comes into sight, she probably wants to talk about Thanksgiving break again. Angela Lance one of the other students from the States here, left yesterday on a private plane back to Malibu. Originally she wasn't going to go home, but her father agreed to up her allowance so she decided it best to go back for their annual Thanksgiving cruise on their private yacht. Now I'm the only one left. Dammit Angela, with her here I looked less pathetic.
I stop calming myself down before knocking on Mrs. Benson's door, she answers almost immediately,
"Come in Marceline." I roll my eyes. Every staff member here calls each student by their full legal name, no matter how much they hate it...and I hate it. I open the door and stop dead in my tracks because sitting on the two ornate plush chairs in front of Mrs. Benson's desk are Carlisle and Esme. Both dressed to the nines in designer clothing, Esme even has her too-big Channel earrings in.
"Ahh Marceline please come in and close the door behind you." I don't move, afraid to be completely closed in after how I spoke to Carlisle. "Marceline please." Mrs. Benson says when I don't move, her Swiss-German accent thick on her lips. Slowly I step in and close the door. To my surprise Mrs. Benson stands, something she never does, she stays seated while you stand in front of her,
"Marceline, I know you and I have talked before about your plans for your American holiday and I know you showed no desire to take the approved time off for our international students but your parents have flown all the way here to talk and I agree that it be in your best interest to sit down." She starts walking towards me and I back up my back hitting the door, "I have called your next class to have you excused," She smiles before nudging me forward and and slipping out the door. She then closes the door with a soft click and immediately Esme gets to her feet,
"Mare," I turn away trying to make myself as small as possible, "Sweetheart?"
"I'm sorry," I mumble,
"What are you sorry for sweetheart?" Carlisle also stands, taking a slower approach,
"I didn't know you'd come." This is it, they're here to cut me off. I'll have to leave school, I'll be out on my own at only 16...but I asked for this, I can't be surprised and I can't be upset.
"Honey of course we'd come," Esme takes a step toward Carlisle, her hands fiddling with the Swarovski bracelet on her wrist,
"You could have told me over the phone," It would hurt less over the phone is what I mean,
"No Marceline, this conversation needs to be said face to face." Carlisle insists and it's when he says this that I can't hold it back anymore. I start crying, but not just crying, wailing. I drop my backpack and wrap my arms as tightly around myself as I possibly can, I take a step back ready to let my back hit the wall and slide down it when cold arms envelop me so tightly I wail even louder. Even as more arms close around me and gently lower me to the floor, never letting go, I cry until my throat hurts and then I cry some more until I don't feel like I physically can anymore,
"It hurts," I sniffle pushing the cold arms slightly away to reach up and wipe my nose on my blazer sleeve. Immediately my arm is pulled away and a soft cloth comes up to wipe my eyes and nose,
"I know," Esme whispers, "I know." I feel her hand reach up and gently card through my hair in soothing strokes. I let her do this for a few more minutes before pushing away from both of them and sitting back,
"Okay, go ahead." I sniffle and reach up to wipe the tears off my cheeks, Esme and Carlisle share a look,
"Why do you think we're here?" Carlisle asks sitting back on his heels,
"To tell me you're done with me." Esme frowns and Carlisle gently shakes his head,
"Mare, honey when we signed those adoption papers, that wasn't conditional, okay you're our child, our daughter, that doesn't mean when things get hard we abandon you, do you understand?" I feel cold fingers grab my chin forcing my head up to face Carlisle, "Marceline Ann Cullen, we are not giving up on you." He pulls his hand but not before reaching up to wipe a stray tear. It's all for nothing though because more tears fall,
"I'm just so angry." I cry reaching up to cover my face, while Esme's cold slender arms come envelope me again and start rocking back and forth,
"Get it out, sweetheart, you're safe here."
"I don't mean to be." I let myself go limp in her arms, her strength enough to hold me up.
"I know, keep going."
"I just didn't want to leave, and it was like you didn't care, like you thought I'd bounce back, but I just don't feel like I can, I'm tired Mom." I've refrained from referring to both of them by Mom and Dad, but here in this moment, I remember why I asked six months ago in the first place. Carlisle's cold hand comes up to stroke my hair,
"You've always been an easy kid Mare, fiercely independent and strong, it was my mistake for thinking this move wouldn't affect you."
"I didn't mean for it too." I sniffle burying my face into Esme's shoulder, "I don't like this." We keep rocking back and forth, it's soothing and I realize I'm not just tired of feeling this way, I'm actually tired.
"Shhhhh." Esme coos, "If you're feeling upset by this move, it means you see Forks as your home, it means all that work you put in was worth something and I'm so so sorry, we took it away from you." I break down all over again at her words, "Don't hold back." I don't, I cry until I have nothing left in me. Esme holds me the whole time while Carlisle's hands stroke my back until finally he speaks,
"Marceline, mia cara figlia, come home for break and we'll talk okay?" I nod in Esme's grasp as she pulls back to kiss the top of my head,
"We'll fix this, I promise."
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Turns out Mrs. Benson had my luggage packed while I cried in her office, by the time my tears were wiped away and Esme got me standing again, my suitcases were full and waiting for us outside. Tickets had already been booked and our flight from Munich to JFK was set to leave that night. It seemed I was going home whether I agreed to it or not. I put up no fight, letting my bags be placed in the car Carlisle has waiting and sliding into the back. I feel myself dissociate the whole drive and at some point, I fall asleep waking at the airport. Both Carlisle and Esme are gentle with me, waking me softly, carrying my suitcases, keeping one hand on me at all times, and never raising their voice above a soft note. At some point, Carlisle brings me to the food court at the airport and sits me down to eat, on the menu a veggie sandwich and a small bowl of tomato and feta soup. I eat until both plate and paper bowl are empty and then find a small latte and cake pop in front of me straight from Starbucks.
"Thanks, Dad," I mumble, knowing exactly who supplied the sugary treat.
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As always our flight is first class in our own private cabin, I tuck myself away into a corner and feel myself getting tucked in and again I sleep. Over these last two months, I hadn't realized how bad my sleep had been. I think I noticed those first few days but as days turned to weeks I think I just got used to the bad sleep-deprived nights. It's only now that I've noticed how bad it's been and I'm tired. The 13-hour flight is filled with naps, soft whispers, snacks, and cold fingers in my hair. When we land, I feel groggy and gross, Esme is careful with me, gently guiding me through JFK with a light touch on my back, meanwhile, Carlisle grabs my bags and guides us through the Thanksgiving crowds, and before I really know where we're going Carlisle's ushering me into his BMW and now the soft lulling of the car is pulling me back under.
It amazes me how exhausted I am after finally breaking down and releasing all the pent-up anger and sadness I've kept these last few months although I know there is still some in me, and I have no doubt will not completly resolve itself during this Thanksgiving break...it's a start. I feel cold arms caress my cheek and call my name, but unlike the plane, I don't feel the need to wake and walk, instead after a second more I feel my body lift and move. The air turns cold and then warm again, a door shuts and now we are going up the stairs, a second longer and I feel myself being lowered onto a soft surface and immediately muscle memory kicks in and I know this is my bed, although the covers feel plush and new. I didn't spend too long in my new bedroom in New York, but when I left Esme wasn't done decorating it yet, but I feel now she's had plenty of time. I'm too tired to really open my eyes and look so instead I let cold arms sit me up and take off my school blazer and tie before gently laying me back onto the pillows and moving down to take off my shoes before covering me and caressing my cheek. Cold lips find my forehead and again a door shuts. The air is chilled but the covers are warm, the perfect combination and before I know it, the world disappears and I'm left alone.
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I wake with a start, my heart beats fast as if trying to jump-start me awake from a nightmare, but if I had one I don't remember it. At first, I'm confused, my surroundings not at all what I expected to wake up in until I'm reminded that I'm not in Switzerland and Amelia isn't snoozing next to me. I feel groggy and off and slowly move the warm covers off and let my feet slide to the floor. The room is dim but I can tell Esme has spent some time in this room since I left, The bookshelves she has custom-built are full and the walls, once bare are now tastefully decorated with different floating shelves and gallery canvases. The bay window on the other side of the room that was once under construction is finished, complete with built-in cubbies and a plush cushion, next to it Esme had a custom desk made. It all looks so complete...so much loved pulled into a room no one lives in. I swallow heading for the door stopping at the gold handle complete with a monogramed M...Esme thought of everything.
I open the door to a hallway I barely know in a house I barely know and head for the stairs. Unlike our home back in Forks which screams modern royalty our house here is more old money fashioned. The wood banister is a rich mahogany and the staircase is wide and winding, complete with four floors altogether. The completed attic on the fourth floor, bedrooms and offices on the third floor, the main living section on the second, and the furnished basement, garage, and workout room on the first. When my feet hit the second floor, a soft voice calls out my name from the kitchen, I take a breath before following it.
Both Carlisle and Esme...mom and dad, sit at the long kitchen island something Esme had added into the house when I mentioned how I missed eating my meals at the island in our old kitchen.
"How are you feeling honey?" Esme asks, both she and Carlisle have changed into more casual clothes than the ones I last saw them in,
"Gloppy," I answer truthfully, not moving from my spot on the threshold between the kitchen and hallway, Carlisle smiles and holds out his hand towards the empty seat next to them,
"Come sit down," I take my time getting there dragging my socked feet the whole way. Both smile gently when I'm fully seated and I find my arms hugging tightly to myself again trying to seem as small as possible,
"Are you hungry?" Esme asks first and I shake my head. She gets up anyway heading to the wine fridge pulling out a bottle of imported water and setting it in front of me before taking her seat once more,
"Marceline, Tesoro, we need to talk about our conversation." I grab the water open it and take a large drink,
"Do we have to?" Carlisle's eyes soften,
"Yes, sweetheart."
"Mare, why didn't you tell us how upset you were about moving?" Esme asks fiddling with her fingers, I know she wants to reach over and take my hand...I'm not ready to let her yet.
"I guess...I thought you should just..know."
"Why?"
"You seem to always just know everything about me, part of me figured if you didn't know how upset I was it's because you just didn't care." If Esme could cry she looks like she would,
"Mare my sweet daughter that's never the case, honey we love and care for you more than I think you let yourself think-"
"Then you would know I didn't want to move, you would know this last year has been hard for me, you would know that..." I trail off and Carlisle leans closer,
"What is it, sweetheart?"
"You've replaced me," I say after a long pause, Carlisle and Esme share a sad confusing look,
"Replaced you with who?" Carlisle asks gently as if talking to an injured patient. I swallow feeling like my throat is going to close,
"Bella." Esme leans back shocked,
"What?" She questions looking to Carlisle who doesn't show any emotion other than gentle understanding, "Mare...honey, why would you think we replaced you with Bella?" I feel hot tears in my eyes,
"Because that's how it's supposed to be."
"What does that mean tesoro?" Carlisle asks reaching forward to grab Esme's hand before she can reach forward and grab mine,
"I'm not supposed to be here...this world..it was a book and Bella's the main character and Edward loves her and this last year you've both been so dedicated to her and I feel...like I'm fading away...like I'm not meant to be here, because I never really was and..." my voice cracks and the tears fall,
"Marceline Ann," Esme's voice is harsh and I wince hearing it, "look at me." reluctantly I do. Esme's eyes are hard, her whole body turned toward me, "I don't care if in your world this is all just a book because this is your life now, do you understand? No one but yourself is the main character, you're not fading because I would never allow that to happen. You are MY daughter, and I am YOUR mother, understand?" I slowly nod feeling the tears fall in long continuous streaks. "Sweetheart, I am so sorry if you've felt like you've been on the back burner this year, with Edward and Bella, it's been hard for the whole family to adapt to a new human and one that unfortunately is..." tempting." You've always been so easy that I think both of us forgot that you might feel a certain way about a new person coming into our lives, and that's no ones fault but our own, we should have thought about this and been smarter and I'm so sorry that we weren't. Mare honey seeing you like this hurts me and I'm so so sorry, I never want you to think that we don't care about you or replaced you."
"I'm sorry." I cough covering my eyes to quietly sob, however, both my hands are taken by Esme,
"No Mare, I'm sorry, honey, of course both your father and I love Bella, but Mare, she's not our daughter, she's special, but Mare, so are you, you are so so special to us. Being away from Bella hurts, but honey being away from you these last two months feels like death. It's such a different feeling and I'm so sorry I never explained that to you." I feel my body give out at Esme's words and before I lose control of my muscles Esme has me in her arms, one hand cradling my head and the other rubbing soothing circles into my back. I reach up grabbing her sweater for dear life and cry.
"Marceline my darling, darling daughter, please never let yourself get this bad ever again. I know our words won't fix these feelings overnight, but let us try." Carlisle reaches forward resting the top of his hand on my head, and letting his other come around both Esme and I, "You are the most precious thing to me and I never want you to let yourself feel this way when it comes to your mother and I ever again, alright?" I nod not trusting my voice. Instead, I allow myself to be held, basking in the cold arms of my parents but the warmth of their words keeping me safe. Finally, after what feels like hours, my eyes are dry, and both Carlisle and Esme...mom and dad pull away. Mom reaches forward her thumb brushing my cheek lightly,
"Happy Thanksgiving Mare."
"It's Thanksgiving?" I question and she nods,
"It's midnight, making it Thanksgiving." Dad chuckles,
"Happy Thanksgiving mom, dad." Mom smiles leaning forward to kiss my forehead,
"I think I know what were having for dinner?" I lift a brow "How does Pizza sound?" I can't help the laugh bubbling in my chest and lean forward wrapping my arms tightly around her, Dad's come to rest around the both of us,
"Sounds perfect."