Fallen Angel Broken Song
Banner by Marauder by Midnight What if... Edward wasn't as strong as we thought he was? ***Eclipse References***
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How did she know? How did she know! I couldn’t even think about why she was awake, after less than twenty-four hours. Where was Carlisle?
“Shh, honey, it’s okay,” I murmured, and she allowed me to pull her close as she sobbed, chest heaving. “You’ll be okay.”
“No it won’t!” she screamed suddenly. “I’m dead!”
I was surprised at her agility when she sprang up, untwining herself from me. She was standing across the room looking at me, with those strange eyes, before I could blink. She had known, known somehow that she could move like that.
When I had first changed, I would overstep, put in too much effort when I didn’t need to. I also noticed that she wasn’t trying to breathe, another habit that should have still been with her. I stood without speaking, wondering what else this strange girl knew.
“Just go Esme,” she whispered, and I stepped back.
What was this creature before me? Suddenly I was afraid for the first time in a long time. There was something not quite right going on, and for that reason alone, I was willing to leave her.
I stepped out, closing the door behind me, and turned around to crash into Carlisle, whom I immediately threw my arms around.
“Something’s wrong,” I said.
After Esme had left, I crumpled to the floor. Esme, that was her name, Esme Cullen, and she was like me. So were the two men and the young woman she now stood with outside the door. I knew what they were, what I was, and I knew just why my gut was burning, turning on itself in thirst.
‘Well, aren’t you going to hunt?’
I leapt to my feet, snarling.
‘You know you need the blood. It is your right. Take it. Kill.’
“I will not kill a human,” I said dangerously. “I’m not like you!”
Anthony laughed, a softly velvet sound.
‘Now Bella, why so hostile?’
“You’re only in my head, now get out of it!”
He was gone, but now the door opened and four vampires piled in. I turned around to face them, and I knew what they felt, thought, wanted. Because that was my gift. To know. As I was left in darkness, without explanation, now I would never again be that vulnerable.
“I need to hunt,” I said to them, looking at Carlisle, the father, the leader of this clan. “But I will not kill a human. Take me to the forest, and when I’ve fed, I will need to talk to you.”
I tried to look strong, but the pain shone from my eyes like lights. They looked at each other, and I knew they were wondering why I had been screaming at someone who wasn’t there, why I knew all I did. I chose not to heed them, and quietly slipped down the stairs and out the side door.
Alice, Alice Cullen, followed behind me quietly. We slunk into the trees side by side, not speaking. She allowed me to scent my prey, a deer, and to make the kill alone. The scent of blood disgusted me, and yet aroused me, as I drank greedily, the burn in my stomach subsiding, then disappearing completely. And I was proud.
Yes, I had killed, but I had made the choice, and had conquered the creature inside of me by controlling my instincts and surviving. And I because I loved the thick, sweet, warmth that it gave me life, I thanked the broken body of the animal that fed me.
I watched in silence as Isabella made her first kill without hesitation, and drained it without flinching. More surprising, I watched as she thanked the carcass, smoothing her hand over its pelt. I had never seen one of my kind do such a thing before.
She raised her head to me, and the eyes that were so clear, that had once frightened me, were now a beautiful, uncontaminated, honey-gold. She stood, wiping blood from her mouth with the back of her hand. And we ran, fast, with the wind in our faces, back to our house.
Just as we opened the door to enter, I was hit with a vision of Edward. He was going to Denali, just until he decided what to do next. He didn’t know Isabella was alive. She snarled softly under her breath, and her arms shook. Clenching her fists, she walked ahead of me into the living room where my family was assembled.
Sitting stiffly in a chair, she surveyed us silently.
“Edward is going to Denali,” I said.
Carlisle nodded, then turned to Isabella.
“Isabella, you seem to know as much as I would tell you,” he said. “Do you have any questions?”
“No,” she said clearly. “That is my gift. I know things, all things. But my head, I think, it’s like a library. All the facts are there, but I have to search for them. I know what I am, and I know who killed me.”
We were all quiet at that. It was clear to me that this girl held a grudge. I didn’t know how well that particular trait would mesh with our immortal selves, but I was glad to finally understand why she was so strange. To know everything, the secrets of the universe…
“Do you… know why you are awake,” Carlisle asked. “Why your eyes…”
“Your son… took most of the blood that was in my body,” she replied slowly. “There was none to color my eyes, hardly any to be changed. It was time enough to transform me.”
It was obvious that it was difficult for her to speak of Edward. She couldn’t even say his name aloud. “I… I know what we can do to… cover up my death.”
I could have sworn I saw a glimmer of tears in her eyes.
“Isabella, are you sure that’s what you want?” Carlisle asked.
“Carlisle,” I hissed. “Do you know what you’re asking?”
The look he sent me clearly was meant to silence me, but it had never occurred to me, ever, that this girl might expose us to the world, expose herself to the world.
“Bella,” she whispered, “Call me Bella, please. It’s my name, use it.”
Her lips parted slightly, and she muttered one last name. “Charlie.”
What had I done? My whole body shook as I sat at the base of a tree, the night cloaking me. Tonight it didn’t calm me, it frightened what little sanity I believed I had left. Never before had I felt fear like this, pain, sorrow.
I had run, far, the icy winds whipping my skin, until I was so tired and dizzy that I had collapsed. Huddled on the damp ground, I had waited for my head to clear. I realized only that the hypnosis Isabella Swan’s blood had had on me was gone. She was dead, and I had killed her.
Wrapping my arms around my knees, I rocked gently back and forth. I couldn’t go back home now, I understood that. I couldn’t face the mess that I had left behind, though I couldn’t quite remember what had happened. For the first time since I was changed, I felt completely helpless, completely lost.
I felt like I was freezing there in the middle of some forest. I had to go somewhere where my own kind lived, where I could stay until I knew what I was going to do with myself. Then one thought managed to push its way through the fog in my head.
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