Again just before I start, I would like to add that since Leah has left La Push and has settled down in North Vancouver at college, she has become a more normal and happy person. I didn’t want her to be all doom-and-gloom, but rather quite cheerful and in high spirits with a new life. She now has good friends, a crush, enemies, college classes, a job and an apartment.
- Leah, Clearwater
I’d been in North Vancouver for a few months now and I was pretty happy. I was enrolled in the local college, had some new friends, was enjoying my courses and even had a part-time job along with a near-by apartment. Life was good at the moment and for once I no-longer felt sour and depressed – I was perky and enjoying life.
I had lived with my Aunt Maggie to start off with, but I felt restrained. I wanted to get out there – experience life first hand without being held back or caged. She had helped me find my college accommodations (although I was welcome at her’s at any time), and even paid the rent for the first few weeks while I got started at my waitressing job a few blocks away at a local restaurant.
“I’m fine mom, you don’t have to come and visit again that soon,” I chimed through the phone to my mother when I got home after my Psychology class.
I could hear Seth in the background shouting, trying to talk to me; that got me laughing – my brother actually wanting to talk to me! Has my new-found happiness made his brotherly affection for me increase? “Oh honey, we miss you terribly. Can’t you come home for a visit –” she sobbed through the phone miserably.
I interrupted her. “The semester doesn’t end for at least another two months. I promise I would if I could.”
“You will be home for your fathers… uh…” her voice cut off from the phone line, but I already knew what she was going to say.
I grimaced painfully as I sought the confidence to speak the words. I swallowed the lump in my throat, “I will be home to visit father’s grave,” I promised, my eyes glassy with tears. It would be the anniversary of my father’s death soon and we were all visiting his grave together. I looked at my watch, “Oh mom. I gotta go; I’ll be late for my next class. Can we talk later?”
“Of course, sweetheart. Do be careful,” she crooned in motherly tone.
“I will. Tell Seth I said ‘hello’ as well.”
There was a muttered ‘yes I will’ and the phone line went dead. I put the phone back in its receiver and dashed to resupply my bag with my books for Astronomy. When I had locked the apartment door and stepped outside, the cold wind cooling my flushed face, I met up with one of my friends.
Ben wasn’t from around North Vancouver either and we had met up on our first days at the college – we also had Astronomy together – we got on like two peas in a pod, except we weren’t all snuggled up and we definitely weren’t in a relationship sort-of-thing. Ben was gay; but, that didn’t bother me. He was just a great friend. A great listener.
He ran his fingers through his blonde hair nervously as we entered the coffee shop to grab a drink before class. Ben liked the boy at the counter, and his name was Jeremy. Ben smiled, a timid smile, as we approached the counter. “Do you want to order?” I asked Ben as my gaze strode towards Jeremy.
“Of course. Do you want the usual?” he chirped in enthusiastically.
“I’ll just have an Espresso today,” I replied.
Ben’s eyes lit up, “What’s with the sudden change?” He punched my shoulder playfully while smoothing out his T-shirt, trying to make himself more presentable for Jeremy.
“I just feel peppy today.”
“Peppy, hmmm? Is that because smoking hot Joshua is going to be in class today?” he laughed.
I smacked him – not hard, just as a response. “Quiet,” I hissed through my teeth. It was true that, I, Leah Clearwater who had never really looked at a boy before because of all my wolfy charm and abilities, actually had a crush on a boy. Joshua Watson to be exact. He was the nicest guy in school; but what made my crush worse was that Hannah and her copy-cat crew were after him as well.
The mean girl crew consisted of: Hannah Pickering – aka: The Leader – with her long golden locks and baby blue eyes. Then Tara Leigh, a tall slender girl with short brown curly hair whose father was a fashion designer – and then there was Georgina Rink. She was a smaller but plumper girl with shoulder length hair that was straightened, her cat eyes always scowling at me.
They never had liked me, even when I started at the college they hated me. What for? I had no idea. They now hated Ben because he hung out with me, but he didn’t mind. “Those hags from hell couldn’t have me if they tried their best, I’m too good for them,” Ben snorted. I said I was sorry. Every time they tried to sabotage my chance of getting closer towards Joshua I just chuckled at how I could leap into a wolf and rip their heads off. (I haven’t been in touch with my wolf side for a while, for now I felt steadier on two legs!)
“He wouldn’t want me even if I launched myself on my knees and begged him to go out with me,” I said.
Ben chortled, “Don’t be stupid. Your exotic and beautiful; any guy would be lucky to have you, Leah Clearwater. Now stop moaning and let me see my guy,” he protested and walked away leaving silent laughter on my lips.
I watched him at the counter for a while chatting to Jeremy. I waved when he noticed me, but my mind wandered. I scanned over every booth in the coffee shop; inspecting for any familiar faces in the crowd, but to my avail there were none.
Suddenly, my heart longed to see the faces of the La Push pack again – Jacob, Seth, Paul, Jared, Embry, Sam… I lingered on his name but nothing came. There was no throttling pain and my heart didn’t feel like it wanted to snap. Was I cured?
Out of the blue, lightening roared before my eyes. All I knew was someone new walked into the coffee shop – russet skin, almond eyes, tousled hair like Seth’s and a smile that made my heart leap into my throat – and his hand brushed against mine setting my skin alight with electricity. Was he the boy from the dreams I’ve been having lately? And why is he here?
My eyes were magically opened for the first time in my life and I kept them on the new boy every second without even blinking.
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- Jacob, Black
How did they expect me to react? To be all happy and jolly when this guy could be in competition when it came to Renesmee? To hell with that. So here we all are; crowded in the living room, the vamp hybrid surrounded by the Cullen’s, his braided hair falling in a long rope past his shoulders.
I gotta admit, this guy is kinda good looking for a leech, and I can understand why Nessie blushed when she saw him, but really? Edward snorted, “Your being far too modest about yourself.”
“A guy can’t gloat about himself in private,” I joked. “What are you getting off him?”
He sighed profoundly. “Not much, all I can hear is him reciting a pray to the Pillan and Wangulen.”
“Who the heck are they?” He smirked at my confusion. Edward obviously was enjoying the fact that I don’t pay attention when it comes to history, or just in general.
My eyes were glued to Renesmee, soft diamonds embedded in her skin where the sun streaked through the blinds and shattered off her skin. “They are the ancestral spirits in Manpuche mythology, he’s praying to Antu and Kueyen, the sun and moon.”
“You really need to find a decent hobby, reading all the time does nothing.” I put a hand on his shoulder, mockingly. When he shrugged it off I watched Nessie pull Nahuel into a hug, his arms wrapping tightly around her. I ground my teeth together; watching wasn’t as easy as I had thought. I hauled myself into the kitchen and picked up one of Esme’s blueberry muffins, picking at it distractedly.
The veins in my arm were like thick spider webs under my skin, pulsing with anger? Or was it jealousy? This Nahuel guy actually had a chance of taking everything away from me; it would be like stripping my skin away and leaving just the bone and my beating heart.
I bit into the muffin hungrily, trying to distract myself from Nessie’s squeals of happiness and joy coming from the other room. “What’s wrong, Jacob?” Bella asked anxiously when she came in. She had been to see Charlie; he’d been spending a lot of time with Sue lately, trying to cheer her up, properly. She’d been to hell and back when Leah disappeared.
“That leech is bugging me? Something doesn’t feel right.”
“Nahuel?” She asked, raising an eyebrow, jumping up onto the counter next to me. I could smell the sweet scent of vampire rolling from her, and I wrinkled my nose. “He’s just here to visit; he’ll be gone before you know it.”
I shifted myself away from Bella and her face crumpled up. I looked at her comfortingly and she smiled back. She understood I was having a major drama queen moment; I just needed to stamp my foot stubbornly to complete the image. “I know I’m being paranoid,” I balled up my fists tightly by my sides, “but there’s something coming. There’s that look on his face.”
“Jake,” she jumped down and touched my arm reassuringly. “Renesmee is fine, and Nahuel will be gone as fast as he got here. Go and see her, she’s worried you’ve ran off.”
“How’d you kn-”
Before I could finish she was off, gone to check the cottage. Nessie came running in, her crown of brown curls bouncing around her face. “Are you coming, Jacob?” She pulled me into the living room; Edward had disappeared – I knew he’d went after Bella. After all they could use some privacy right about now, I thought smugly.
Everyone had scattered: Esme was in the garden tending to her new flower boxes. Jasper and Alice were still packing for Paris. Carlisle was in his study, and Emmett and Rosalie were properly either shopping for mirrors or breaking some more furniture. Nahuel was standing by the corner; his Latin features expressing sheer delight in seeing his friend again, but behind his fathomless eyes there lay something hidden, a buried elation that would surface only when something happened. Something no-one would expect. “Jacob, are you listening,” Renesmee questioned, her fingers flowing over the keys gracefully.
“Sure, honey. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
The vamp gave me a sour look, I half hid my smug smile. If this were a competition, I wasn’t giving up until one of us fell.
The short melody Nessie played morphed into a softer, gentler tone soon after. Her fingers glided across the keys elegantly, her back straight and face focused on the instrument. Leaning against the wall, I let the song soak through me, carry me away like a leaf in a slow, supple, current. The tune changed quickly, and this time it sounded foreign and exotic. Nahuel grinned immensely and my heart twisted.
“This is the song you taught me, remember?” she giggled. “I learnt it, like you asked. Does it sound any good?” Her cheeks blushed as he walked up to her, and whispered in her ear secretively. I wasn’t that good with the corny romantic crap; but this leech was just working it. I had to step up my game.
I twined my fingers together, and made a fake coughing sound. She tossed her head of curls my way, “Oh!” she gasped. “How could I forget about your song, Jacob? I wrote it for you. I said I would play it.”
“I bet it will be great,” I replied affectionately. Nahuel hissed and stepped away from Renesmee and I felt like punching this blood-sucker. Images of it shot through my head, and I grinned at how life-like it looked.
On the other hand, Nessie started to play my song … or ‘Jacob’s Melody,’ as she called it. Unlike the alien foreign song the Latin vamp had loved, mine was gentle and melodious and it rung in my eyes. Even when I blinked, I could see and hear her playing imprinted on my eyelids. When it finished on the ending note, I let her know what I thought. “I loved it, thank you!”
Nessie jumped from the piano chair and hugged me and I pulled my arms around her. Her beautiful eyes were glassy with what looked like tears of joy. Can vampire hybrid’s cry? My pulse shuddered from surprise. “I’m so glad you liked it, I wanted it to be our song?”
“To show you how much you mean to me,” she continued. Nahuel’s eyes were murderous; I swear I felt thousands of ice tipped needles strike me when he glared.
She pulled away before Edward and Bella came in the room, there were muttered ‘hello’s’ and Nessie and my competition disappeared upstairs, hand in hand. Bella groaned, “I told you,” she retorted.
“Care to explain?” I asked lazily, sitting on the couch and pulling my feet up. I felt exhausted. Jealously was a hard game to play, but I think I had the upper hand. At least, I hoped I did. For a vamp, that guy sure did know how to play the game.
Edward’s face turned bitter as he caught my thoughts. I laughed. “Bella was just saying that she thinks Nahuel has a romantic interest in our daughter, and I disagree. I would know if he has. It also seems that you and he aren’t getting along so well,” he added, his tone somewhat icy, cold.
“I still think he does. Why would he travel all the way here just to see her, when we normally travel over there?”
Edward and Bella continued to argue for hours on end; it seems to me like vamps have nothing better to do in their spare time besides hitting it off and making debates outta things, not including the occasional attack of a newborn army or nomad clan, of course.
I ended up watching CNN for the remainder of my time; I had to patrol with the others soon so I would have to go. When my watch beeped I hauled myself up, said my goodbyes to Bella and Edward and headed upstairs to find Nessie. On the top floor, there was Edward’s old room were Renesmee liked to go to read and have some privacy. She would be there with Nahuel surely.
Several things happened when I reached the room: First, Nessie screamed, secondly, the blood-sucker Nahuel was trying to kiss her, and lastly, I phased and leaped for the leech, pulling him from the small couch and into the floor where I snarled and lunged for the kill.
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- Jasper, Hale
The voice had the same sharpness to it, like the edge of a cold steel blade invading my skin, I shuddered from her appearance. “Who are you?”
“Why, don’t you remember me? I’m your old friend!”
Her crimson eyes settled against my chest where the rusted medal hung, her fingers curled like the talons of an eagle. My mind was rushing back, flicking through numerous images until I settled on the photograph: short brown hair, green eyes and born of Mexican descent. “Roxanne, is that you?”
“No!” she screamed, her eyes bulging. “I am Maria!” She ran right up to me and stroked her hand against my face, I caught it but she was stronger and had it flipped around my back before I could react.
She’s delusional, I remembered Maria showing me her little sister that was part of the evacuees that had escaped the city; she had said ‘she has a little problem with her temper and her mind, she’s a little crazy.’ She didn’t leave go of my arm, “I am going to create a bigger newborn army than Maria ever did, and do what she failed to complete,” she hissed like a coiled snake.
I could feel the flow of strength under my skin, my muscles contracting, and my lips pulled back into a snarl, malice lacing my face. I would never go back to my old lifestyle, “You are not Maria, Roxanne, and you can do better? Didn’t she hurt you by leaving you to that care home?”
Her little oval shaped face suddenly hung limply, “I will never forget the day she left me there, but now I understood why she did.” She slapped her head childishly, “Newborns, why didn’t I think of that?”
“When did Maria turn you?”
Her brow furrowed and she twisted my arm further around my back, I felt the pain coarse through my body like poison. “A few months before you killed her,” she screeched. “Now, our little family has been waiting for a reunion for a while now. Let’s go!”
She released me, my legs started to move, the muscle’s tugging me away from the house. Something hammered against my brain, my mental defences shattering into thousands of pieces, each one mirrored my horror. She has a gift!
Roxanne giggled, her voice high-pitched, “My gift was quite a strange one,” she chimed away happily as she pranced along the wasteland, “Maria said it was unique, she was the one to help me master it.”
My emotional manipulation wasn’t a talent I could use at this point, her feelings were in turmoil. One minute ridiculously silly and feminine and the next evil and scheming like her sister. With her mental problems, I wouldn’t be able to help the poor creature. “What is your talent, child?”
“DON’T CALL ME A CHILD!” she cried furiously. Sighing; her tone settled to an octave lower than usual, soft and shrill like a baby, “My talent is that I can make people do what I want, and I can make their bodies twist in pain or walk away free if I wanted.” Sounds like Jane’s other long lost twin, I mocked sarcastically.
Roxanne’s blood red eyes supported her rage, her fingers clicked and every inch of me burst into flames, like I was combusting, her high cries of joy and happiness where faded into the distance. “Don’t you mock me, Jasper Hale,” she screamed.
A cable snapped inside me and I was on the grounds, my palms face down and my head buried into my chest, “How do you know my name?” I panted breathlessly.
“Newborns can come in handy for spying.”
My heart throbbed, Alice! They would be watching her, and if I didn’t go they could kill her, then my life would end. I would nothing to go back to, my heart would be truly hallow and empty. I cradled my last memory of her dancing around the room, her pixie styled hair fluttering in the slight breeze, and it would be all I have of her. What if she came after me, no! I would have to stop her from following me.
Roxanne was occupied watching an ant hill nearby, but I could still feel her presence against my brain, for once I would be so grateful for Bella’s mental shield. In a large boulder I carved a few last words of goodbye with an angular stone; she would find this, I knew she would follow my scent. Forgive me, I wrote last, hopefully she would understand the lengths I’d do to protect her.
Roxanna carried on, my legs dragging me onwards; I could still hear the faint tinge of Alice’s laughter in the breeze. I love you so much, I whispered to myself.
- Alice, Cullen
“It’s been a week and Jasper still isn’t back from Texas, I’m worried about him Carlisle. He never takes this long,” I struggled to release my emotions, everything was out of control. Jasper was my balance, like a pair of scales – he kept everything right.
A shuffle in the kitchen, Seth and Jacob appeared from the doorway. “Hey shortie, what’s up?” he answered back with his mouth full of Esme’s food.
Edward replied; I couldn’t open my mouth to explain anything. “Jasper’s went to Texas a week ago, he hasn’t returned. Alice –” he stressed the word bring Jacob to grin since he had grown accustomed to calling me ‘shortie’ –“is worried about him. She wants to go to Texas, Bella with her.”
“Bella?” he asked full of disbelief. Sitting by the piano with Renesmee, whose was practicing Esme’s favorite, Bella shrugged, “Alice might need protection and I’m the only shield around here, I don’t want to leave my sister unprotected against whatever is out there.”
We had agreed not to share the specifics, we knew together that Jasper was in danger and Bella has agreed to come. Of course we had put up safe guards to ensure Edward didn’t find out, now he was agreeing but still worrying. “I would to go with them but there refusing, what do you think Carlisle?”
There were a few silent seconds before an answer escaped his mouth, “Let them go?”
Edward’s face was creased with worry, I could tell he was reading Carlisle’s mind. You really should let me come, but if you’s want to go alone make sure you are safe, his voice cut off in my head and he smiled towards me.
“We will leave soon.”
Everyone nodded, me and Bella departed upstairs, we walked into mine and Jasper’s shared bedroom and collected our bags. “Do you think they suspected anything,” she whispered in a low voice.
“Let’s hope they didn’t.”
It wasn’t long before we had all said our goodbyes and were racing towards the airport, the flight was short – Bella with her head back on the seat while I searched for any sign of Jasper amongst the future, nothing! When we landed the Porsche was already in place and we were meandering through the landscape at top speeds. I would find Jasper, if it was the last thing I do!
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- Jasper, Hale
Born in 1843, I dreamed of joining the Confederate Army to help serve and protect the large sprawling city I called home. My father was a proud man, always boasting about how he had bred the perfect son to be proud of: “6’3 with the same honey blonde hair of my mother and loads of charisma.” I lived in Houston, Texas, an economy which a wide industrial base, and by 1861, when I joined the army, I had barely just turned seventeen. I now appreciate my short lived military career; it built character and helped me keep on track of my life, I guess I can also thank it for leading me to my Alice.
I moved up through the ranks quickly and before I knew it, I was the youngest major in Texas – the others oblivious to my real age. I was helping to evacuate the women and younger children away from the battle site, we were pawns at the time on a large chessboard helping to keep the game going, and that was where I met Maria, Nettie and Lucy and it is where I had visited today.
The ground was open, leaving a large gash in the southern landscape. The moon beat down its ray relentlessly illuminating every precise detail of the distant thatched roofs of the houses, an echo of a remote cry far out into the barren land.
Every year I would make a small trip back home, alone, where I could taste familiar scents and watch memories float by as I crossed long stretches of abandoned path where I once lived. My parents have long been deceased, but their lifestyles haven’t – the old rocking chair where my mother used to cradle me stood by the front door and my father’s old writing desk stood proud and tall, empty letters still cluttering the table top. Picking up the old quill pen I remembered the smell of a burning tip and of drying ink. I scratch a few scarred lines into a spare piece of paper from my pocket, my father’s old parchment was far too precious to use, but a glint caught my eyes. Hard angular writing was covered on both sides on a piece of parchment; I flipped it over few times and read it to myself silently:
Dear my precious son Jasper Whitlock,
If your reading this it may be obvious that I have passed away and now reside on the other side of life, but I want you to know that even though I didn’t reveal my feelings to anyone, including you my own son, I still loved you more than life itself.
Your mother and I, we were very proud of you. We adored you like the first light of day and the last at sunset. When we found you went missing during the skirmish it felt like as if I was a machine, the cogs, bolts and screws were the only things that kept me going for the several years I lived. We were nothing without you! We have your old confederate uniform in the old cupboard by the stairs, it may need washed but it’s yours to keep – it held many wonderful memories for me and your mother, we savoured every moment we could out of that uniform from your first day to your last. It was given to us by your old Major, Captain Brandon, a firm young man but nothing like you were.
Of course I would like to know where you went during them agonising years and what happened if you’re reading this, but the thing I wanted to say the most was that I loved you with all my undying heart. You were my son and I was your father.
With all of our love,
Your mother and father
Vampires couldn’t cry but I was struggling to withhold should a strong feeling that surged through me that I couldn’t help but want to release some tears – tears of joy and of happiness. Folding the letter with a gentle hand I found the old moth covered closet under the stairs and took out my old uniform, my father was right, it did need a wash but it still pulled tight on my heart strings. I felt my heart swell twice its frozen size, a slow throbbing at the base of my chest.
I tried it on once more, feeling the fabric breeze against my charred marble skin once more, the musty smell of recollections from the past and the light jingle of something in the pocket. I pulled out the metallic object from my pocket, a slight prick on my thumb; my limbs tingled as the muffled light revealed the object. It was my badge I had to wear to symbolise me being a Major, the colours were a tad muted and flecks of gold were dotted around the edges like it had rusted. I pinned it on the breast pocket of the uniform and watched the dark figure in the mirror of a Confederate Soldier standing tall and proud.
I replayed the rest of my history in my head like a film reel; I remembered the searing pain as flames engulfed my body, the feeling of wanting to die. I could see Maria’s pale granite face hovering over me as I awoke, explaining to me what I was, a monster, a being created for destruction. The fights, the vigorous training I went through to raise through the ranks like in the army, the killing of the newborn’s each one leaving a new permanent scar in my skin. Peter and Charlotte escaping and coming back for me years later, and then the highlight of my existence – Alice. She danced into my life in a small diner in Philadelphia, a small bundle of joy. She was the reason I now lived and swore to protect the human race, she gave me a purpose and I was going to live up to it.
Looking deep into the mirror, I saw the same glint in my eyes that I had when I first saw her, it was a deep passionate desire to protect and love her like any person should do. Watching the silhouette of a soldier I was unaware of the travelling shadow behind me, its blood red eyes fixed upon my back, its voice was high and shrill and brought a chill to my skin. Its emotions were tangled in a sea of vicious anger and vengeance, and it was me she wanted.
“Major Jasper Whitlock has arrived home,” she purred as her long shadow clung to the wall. “I have been expecting you for some time.”
My heart was pounding uncontrollably, I knew that cold hearted voice from anywhere; it hugged the walls like death waiting for its prey to give in. It wasn’t possible she was here, she was dead. Or so I thought.
She stepped out of her cocoon and revealed a head of long brown locks and piercing blood red eyes, my throat clenched and everything turned dark.
“Welcome home, our coven has been long awaiting you.”
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As we closed towards the empty terminal for our flight back to Port Angeles and then a run into Forks, I could tell Bella’s nerves or guilt felt heightened as she had left Renee and not told her about Phil’s sudden re-appearance last night.
As we had laid on the couch last night, the throb of Renee’s and Phil’s unsteady heart filled the deep silent night air, I had listened into Phil’s thoughts further. What I found there was a little more complicated than we had thought. Phil had been out late drinking with his friends for the past month, he and Renee had been fighting lately. When I told Bella her face seemed to crease with worry.
“I shouldn’t have left her, Edward,” her voice an octave higher than usual.
I kissed her cheek, breathing in the banquet of smells leaping off her marble skin, she shivered in my grasp. “She’ll be alright,” I whispered in ear. “Renee can cope, I know.”
She cocked her head to the side and stared into my eyes. She smiled. “I bet you know,” she snickered.
“I do; she’s just like you. Small but stubborn, and instantly loveable,” she snuggled closer to me.
As I curled my arm around her waist and pulled her into the empty airbase hanger her breath was ceased, inside was the sleek and streamlined jet I had ordered to fly us home. She was unaware of me spending money on her, “Edward Cullen, have you been spending money on me again?”
She hated the fact that I had to spend money to buy her materialistic objects, ‘I have everything I need already,’ she would exclaim. I nodded to her question, she grinned as she playfully punched me in the shoulder. I caught her arm before it reached mine and pulled her into an embrace, she truly is a beautiful creature, how can I be so lucky to her to myself?
“Sir, madam, your flight is ready to leave. Would you like me to show you around before take off?”
Bella gave me a quizzical look and shrugged; the man continued and strode towards the plane. The interior of the plane was covered in leather with minimalist colors across the walls. The human male’s mind was buzzing with activity; he was wondering how we could afford such a plane and what we would do with it. He was shortly dismissed. Bella gracefully strode towards me, “So where’s the captain,” she chuckled.
“Right here,” I picked up the hat from the couch and presented it to her.
Her smile expanded, “You’re flying the plane?” she questioned placing the captains hat on my head, she giggled. Holding my hand we walked into the main area of the plane and sat down, seat belts tightly locked – not that it was necessary.
When the flight had taken off, Bella watching me intently, she questioned about everything – that’s my Bella. “Since when do you know how to fly a plane?” she demanded.
“Known for a while,” I answered plainly.
“What was the point in hiring a jet with all that furniture back there if we’re not going to use it?”
I raised an eyebrow, “Who said we weren’t going to use it?”
“Well since the captain is busy flying the plane I don’t it would be much of use,” she sighed.
I chuckled, pressing a flashing button far to my right I took my hands off the steering wheel – my Bella instantly reacting. “Honey, it’s alright. I’m on autopilot,” I smirked.
With the plane flying itself to Port Angeles, we snuggled up on one of the chairs by the small jet window, Bella sitting comfortably on my lap while I curled strands of her hair into ringlets with my fingers. I hummed her lullaby quietly for a while but our near perfect silence was interrupted, she jumped from me, “Oh Edward, look!” she cried. I did as she said; I now understood what she meant. “Isn’t it stunning?”
The sky was a muted pink; threads of blue piercing through the soft pallid clouds, in between there cradled the sun – its rays penetrating the window sending our skins alight with sparkling crystals. I looked deep into my Bella’s eyes, it sending shivers of vicious venom through my body. The evening ending in bliss, both cuddled into each other by the window watching the sun duck behind the clouds waiting patiently for the rain.
“What would you do if this plane crashed, right now?”
My Bella had became accustomed to asking questions like this, she wants answers and I give them to her, however much it might hurt myself. I knew I would never put her through anything so tormenting again, for her sake and our daughters – our daughter Renesmee.”When we got close enough to the ground I would jump out with you.”
“Where have I heard that before,” she giggled joyfully.
When we reached our destination we took a swift, but graceful, run to Forks – passing Bella’s old house in which she stopped to spare some memories. On reaching the house I could sense several presences: Alice watching out for our long awaited arrival, Jacob in his wolf form in the fringes of the forest, the others occupied and lastly, Renesmee bouncing on her chair to see us. We both smiled as our daughter came running towards us, her arms outstretched.
Jacob followed us into the house shortly after, his lips spreading into a smile; after he hugged Bella and welcomed us back he went in search of food. His thoughts were full of delight; I could sense his rumbling laughter in his mind.
“Where are Carlisle and Esme?” Bella asked.
“We sent them hunting far to the North while we set up, your clothes are upstairs – I thought it would be quicker.”
Alice had this all planned out, for weeks Bella and Alice has been plotting without us knowing. They were going to throw a Mother’s Day party for Esme, of course when we heard we all got involved. The house was now filled with millions of vases, roses and many other species of flower sprouting from them, the lights from mine and Bella’s wedding – which brought beautiful memories – were hung on the walls.
Heading up stairs we all got dressed; while Bella was dressing Nessie in a smart little dress she looked at me doubtfully. “Do you think Esme will like it?”
“Of course, she’ll love it.”
“I just don’t know, I think it might bring back some bad memories from her past.”
I strode over and kissed her on the head, along with our daughters who laughed ecstatically. I remembered Esme’s past perfectly but it wasn’t to be discussed today. “It will be great,” I answered leaving the spare room.
When Carlisle and Esme returned everyone was waiting, Nessie hiding behind Jacob’s legs laughing and giggling.
Esme was shocked into a massive surprise; her mind was in confusion about everything. “Did you do this, Carlisle?”
“I honestly had no idea,” he replied.
I grasped Bella’s hand and she looked at me. Pulling away she walked up to Esme who greeted her with a warm hug, “Happy Mother’s Day Esme.”
“Oh, Bella. You did this for me?”
“Not just me, everyone helped. I just wanted to make it a special day for both my mothers.” Esme’s heart leapt with joy and she smiled, her face portraying her happiness. “Here’s a gift from everyone, we thought it would be perfect,” Bella said handing her a little woven bag. “Jacob made the bag, he wanted to help.”
Jacob shrugged in the distance.
“Thank you Jacob,” pulling the thin draw strings at the side of the little bag it sprung open, from inside she pulled out a silver locket – ‘Special mother’ engraved into the front.
That was when Renesmee jumped out from behind Jacob and came running towards Esme and Carlisle, a picture held tightly in her fists. Picking Nessie up, she plucked the picture from her hands. Esme’s heart lurched, everything went still.
I could see the pictures, everything flicking through the mind. She stopped on the image of a still child, his hair strewn across his creased face. Her first born. Bella looked at me nervously, I nodded.
There was a few seconds silence before anyone could make a move, or a sound, Esme was the first to break to the quiet. “I’m so I was just remembering something.”
“I didn’t mean to trigger any bad memories,” Bella threw in quickly.
Esme held up a hands to continue, “Don’t worry, Bella, you didn’t do anything of a sort. Actually you brought back good memories; I remembered the feeling of being a mother and realised I still am to all of you. You are my family now and there’s no need to linger in the past, thank you Bella for everything. You’d made me understand now.”
Our daughter was the last to speak before the celebrations ended that night; it was the standing chord of the whole evening. She pulled her arms around Esme’s neck and whispered, “I love you.”
“I love you too, darling Nessie.”
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- Bella Cullen
My throat was constricted; venom flowing onto my parched tongue, the same burning sensation which felt like a hot branding iron had been thrust down my throat. It was a nightmare. Edward raised an eyebrow and then squeezed my hand. “Don’t worry,” he soothed, kissing my cheek sending tingles through my granite skin, “Everything will be alright, my love. You can do this.”
I had taken an extra precaution of hunting just a few hours earlier before hoping onto our flight, the smell and sensation of the pulsing veins in humans surrounding us drove me crazy. Edward was my only distraction.
We had gotten the night flight so when we arrived in Jacksonville to see my mum our skin wouldn’t sparkle in the night time glow of the dim-lit moon; I had planned to come spend a few hours with her for Mother’s day, Edward of course being a gentleman, and my all-to-willing husband, had agreed to come. Of course, Renesmee had to be left behind, I hated leaving my angel behind but she would be in the care of Carlisle and Esme, her adopted grandparents.
While people were either asleep or slowly slipping into unconsciousness I talked with Edward, our voices hushed so we could only hear each other. We were discussing our future together: myself, Edward and our beautiful child, Renesmee.
“Edward?” I questioned. I caught is piercing golden eyes that melted me to the core watching me closely, “What would happen if we were separated?” I asked seriously.
He hesitated, “I wouldn’t let you get through that again.”
I remembered it, the darkest part of my life – A new moon. When there was no Edward, no moon, I happily settled for the sun, my Jacob. He gave me a reason to be happy, I enjoyed those days hanging out in his small handcrafted garage, fixing the motorbikes, watching his large hands meander through the parts gracefully, hiking – myself slowly lagging behind.
I sat up, my brown hair falling from behind my shoulders creating a barrier between us and the others passengers, “Tell me the truth?”
His body was rigid against the chair, “You’re so stubborn,” he chuckled. “But I wouldn’t be-able to live without you. When I was gone the last time –” his voice cracked as images flew in front of his eyes. “-You managed to sustain a normal life, with Jacob, I isolated myself from everyone. It showed me how much I need you.”
“I’m your brand of heroin,” I quoted playfully as I hugged his chest, his long pale fingers curling strands of my hair into ringlets.
I broke the silence after a short few minutes, “I wouldn’t be-able to live without you either,” I confessed.
His face was creased with distress; I ran my fingers over the folds of his face slowly smoothing the wrinkles away. He breathed a sigh of relief. The flight landed shortly after, the burning in my throat far from the front of my mind.
Renee was thrilled to see us; she greeted me and Edward with one of her famous warm hugs, I could sense her throbbing pulse through her creamy membrane of skin. My throat engulfed in flames.
The house was isolated when we arrived – Phil had went out with his friends according to my mother – the house in Jacksonville was just as my mother had described it to me a few years back. Pale, but comfortable, and bathed in sunlight during the day – this I knew was bad for us but we had timed our visit just right as the weather forecast was settled for clouds and rain showers for tomorrow.
She was just too excited to find I had come to see her; it was late when she finally gave into her weariness half way through a chick-flick that had been hidden in amongst her cupboards, kissing me on the cheek and giving Edward a warm glance she strode silently to bed.
I was glad for the silence, I snuggled closer into Edward – I could hear him chuckle quietly. The movie continued to play as we lay staring absentmindedly into each other’s eyes: My voiceless heart suddenly becoming active.
There was a dull beating at the edge of my mind, hushed steps rushing across a tiled floor, a laboured panting. My eyes flickered open; Edward cradling me in his arms, he had heard as well. There was a mumbled groan and a clash of wood against wood coming from the kitchen; I sprung up ready to protect my mum. Crouched, teeth exposed, I gracefully slid into the hallway, I could hear the intruders heart beat – it was hammering, the pulses irregular. Edward whispered in my ear, “The intruders drunk, I think, I can’t read his thoughts. They seem jumbled as if they don’t know what to say.” I felt relief surge through my body.
Slipping myself into the small room I saw the hunched figure lazing against the table, its hair crumpled and sprawled across their features. The face lifted, I hissed and felt power coarse through my body – and then my limps went weak.
Phil was terrified, his angular eyebrows rose in terror and his clenched throat about to scream for help. I stood up, Edward by my side, Phil hiccuped and then blackness covered his eyes. He fainted.
It didn’t take long to grasp his sagging body and heave it upstairs where he fell asleep in the spare room, when we were downstairs again the shock and horror finally hit me.
“Does Phil do that every night?” I questioned.
My husband caressed my tears from my cheeks, “Don’t worry, honey, Renee is in good hands.”
“Your right,” I stifled a sob, “We better not mention it to my mum and say we didn’t hear anything last night.”
Edward nodded and kissed me on the lips as we watched the sun rise and depart amongst the clouds.
“-I’ll miss you so much,” my mum wept before we departed later that day. We had to get home early. She was handling the gift wrapped box which held her mother’s day gift, Edward’s last minute thinking, as she hugged me tightly. We hadn’t told her about Phil’s sudden appearance last night and when she asked we answered unknowingly. I felt oddly protective of my childish mother but I let her go and we headed off to the airport, a smile tightly pulled across Edward’s face.
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Before you start to read I just want to note that this is going to be a long ending and since there’s too much to put in I’ll be posting part two later this week. I hope you enjoy it.
- Alice, Cullen
The towering green giants hovered above me, the rays of sun penetrating through the many layers of weak coverage. The branches of the coniferous tree’s swayed in the cooling morning breeze, it was barely sunrise for the humans – I had to hunt, I could feel my eyes turning into the midnight black in which I revolted against. The pine needles trickled down from the canopy of wooden limbs and settled against the shoulder of my cotton dress, the material soft next to my granite skin.
I could feel the same ominous twitching behind my eyes that I had become accustomed to, the familiar scent of an upcoming event, my breath ceased and my limbs became rigid – a new wave of images caressing my brain.
They slowly unfolded from the corners like a Polaroid photograph, the colours becoming deeper and the foggy silhouettes dimming into the pallid colour of their glistening skin.
There were two images placed side-by-side, one not so frightening and the other raising a staggering heartbeat, my throat constricted and the venom flowed onto my parched tongue.
First of all, the Romanian Coven were close by, I could see their red eyes pulsing with the burning sensation to feed. The second was the Volturi, Marcus and an unknown female vampire striding aside him. The light impression against my brain suddenly dissolved and I was left with a coiling knot in my stomach, panic setting in.
Running on the balls of my feet, the feeling of crushed and trampled leaves underneath my flat shoes, I felt the wind running its fingers through my pixie styled haircut. It was an exhilarating feeling for a vampire, to run, to feel free and give into your predatory instincts – to hear every creeping animal, the steady beating of their hearts, each rustle of the leaves and the pulsing of the sweet smelling blood flowing through their veins – Carnivores tasted the best!
Curving around the bend of the meander I found Jasper finishing off an elk by the galloping waves of the river, his face was calm and controlling until he saw my alarmed features. He darted over; his honeycomb hair bouncing with the wind, “What’s wrong?”
“We need to get to the house,” I panted. “Go and get Edward and Bella, they need to hear this!”
He left with haste, using all his power he tore through the trees at an alarming speed. Taking a few steps back I felt the strength surge through my legs, then without a moment’s notice I was flying through the air – my body spiralling – I landed on the nearest tree branch using my arms to flip myself around.
When I got to the house everyone was gathered in the main room, Edward and Bella were close to Nessie who was sitting by the grand piano with Jacob, who had came earlier this morning.
Carlisle’s calm, affirmative, tone was the first to reach my ears, “Alice, tell us what’s wrong?”
Edward stared blindly at Nessie with worried eyes, Bella caught his look – he tightened his hold on her hand firmly. “What’s wrong,” she demanded.
All eyes watched him intently, “It’s the Volturi,” he sighed.
The whole room erupted in chaos, each person reacting differently. Carlisle seemed to straighten along with Esme who, with her motherly instinct, looked deeply at her adopted children; Emmett was all for it “let’s do it!” and Jacob seemed to tighten the cord he felt with Nessie and instantly felt protective. He released a low rumbling growl, “What do those leeches want now! Shall I call the pack?”
“No Jacob; Alice please explain,” Carlisle replied tenderly.
I settled down by the left wall; Jasper close behind, his arm firmly around my waist, “I only saw Marcus and an unknown female vampire. I don’t think we should be so hasty, just use some caution.”
“What do you think Edward? You saw the vision as well.”
“Why don’t we just show them what were made of, we have Bella,” Emmett roared happily while sneaking a sly glance at Bella – she still had her newborn strength and her protective gift.
Edward snarled, “We will not fight!” He paused a few seconds taking a deep breath, “When I saw Alice’s thoughts I was alarmed like her, but when I took some time to think it over I thought that if they were coming to fight more would have come.”
Esme sighed with relief, “I see your point, why send only Marcus. I would have thought he was the least bothered by the vampire law.”
“Right, that’s actually why I think we should remain calm, but for a precaution to stay altogether.” He was fixed on Jacob’s gaze and then nodded – he was obviously reading his mind to make things easier. “That’s a good idea,” with that Jacob darted out the door leaving Bella to stand by Nessie while she watched him running into the forest.
I enquired shortly after, “What was his idea?”
“He’s off to run around the perimeter with Leah and Seth, and alert Sam in case they come across anything.”
It was a long tormenting hour before any news came back; Rosalie and Emmett disappeared upstairs along with Jasper who I knew would be in his office, Carlisle and Esme were in the dining room talking silently and lastly, Edward and Bella were watching Nessie through anxious eyes. They had no idea what the reason was for the Volturi’s visit, but whatever it was they weren’t going to leave their daughter alone.
Bella walked towards me, affection in her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered. “For wanting to warn us for Renesmee’s sake, if it is her they want.” She strode away, her long brown hair falling down her shoulders.
Suddenly, Edward’s eyes found the fringes of forest surrounding the house – no doubt Jacob was shouting something in his mind for him to hear. Then I heard his telepathic voice, we had gotten good at this but we had never used it for a while. They have found a scent; I have it feeling it might be our visitors.
We might have a complication if the Romanian coven happens to stop by.
I heard his laugh and Bella turned asking what was so funny. “Nothing Bella, darling, Alice was simply just pointing out something,” he answered lightly kissing her porcelain cheek.
It was then that Jacob, in his wolf form, came padding from the edge of the woods, two vampires at his side. Marcus and the female vampire we didn’t know, Edward stared at her worriedly until his creased brow was loosened. Her name is Caroline, her husband was killed by Aro, and Marcus brought her to save her life.
By now we had all gathered outside, Renesmee clutching at Bella’s jeans – Jacob’s eyes observed her carefully.
It was Carlisle who spoke first, “Marcus, what do I owe this visit?”
His lips were clamped shut and his head bowed, Edward answered his question. “He has left the Volturi, he found Aro to have murdered his wife Didyme and no longer see’s him as a brother.” Both the vampire’s coal black eyes were now settling on Nessie’s; no doubt they could hear the faint thudding of her hybrid heart.
Then slipping his hand from Bella’s, Edward moved towards Carlisle and explained the situation silently amongst the crowd. “I am sorry to hear brother the source of your sadness, yours as well Caroline.”
She was astonished by his knowledge of herself; keeping herself quiet she nodded and bowed in respect.
Then in the distance we could all hear the thumping of wolf paws, Leah and Seth came running into the clearing, all heads turned, and all eyes staring at the two figures. A snarl ripped into the air and into the clearing came the Romanian coven – Stefan and Vladimir, their bodies crouched, their teeth exposed.
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