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Bella's Wedding Day

Bella's big day has finally arrived. BUT what happens when an old friend comes to wish her good luck? WARNING...if you don't like Jacob, you won't like my story. :)

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer rocks! The people are hers...not mine.

13. Day of Mourning

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Chapter 13 - Day of Mourning


I slowly walked up to the Cullen’s house. Excitement flowed through me as I knocked on the door. I couldn’t wait to see how sweet Bella had turned out. She was such an interesting creature. Never before had I met anyone who could thwart my abilities.

I knocked lightly on the door and waited. It opened and everything inside the Cullen's living room was draped in black. Interesting décor. The members of the family that were present looked awful. Surely this was not because of my visit. I am really a pleasant person to be around. I stifled a chuckle.

“Is everything okay? You look like someone died.” I had been attempting a joke but the little one called Alice wailed. Edward shook his head and dropped it into his hands. “Carlisle, what has happened?”

“Aro, this is a very difficult time for my family. Our sweet Bella has been taken from us.”

“Taken by whom?” If she had been taken why were they sitting here? Why had they not gone after her? This was so weird.

“I guess it’d be better to start at the beginning.” He choked out.

I reached out for his hand and sighed, “This will be easier for both of us.” He complied.

His thoughts went right to a beautiful day with flowers and guests -- a wedding. Bella standing in front of Edward, shaking her head and crying. Edward dropping to his knees with his face in his hands.

Next, Bella was leaving with a man I assume was her father. She whispered “I’m sorry.”

I almost let go. This was horrible to experience the pain of this family, but I had to know all of what happened.

The next flash was Edward standing in front of a table holding a ring. Followed by him rushing into a room announcing in panic, “Bella’s run away.”

The flashes were faster now.

A newspaper clip with the story of a young woman’s body found mangled. The family standing around a headstone in the cemetery with the name of Bella Marie Swan on it.

I released Carlisle’s hand and looked around the room. “I’m very sorry for your loss. I know how much you all cared for that girl. She was quite remarkable. I was really looking forward to seeing her.”

Esme wiped her nose with a tissue.

“Do you mind if I see the newspaper article? I’d like to read it.” Carlisle picked up the paper from a table and handed it to me. I quietly read the words and looked up. “And they think we’re the monsters.”

Carlisle closed his eyes and nodded in agreement.

“I’d really like to pay my respects to her. Edward, would you accompany me to the cemetery?” He looked up to meet my gaze. I hadn’t seen pain like that since the last time I’d seen him when he was begging for death. The love this vampire had for his human was so extraordinary.

“Okay. Carlisle you would come with us please? I’m not sure I can do this on my own.” Edward’s voice was so sad.

“Is that okay with you, Aro?”

“Sure. Who am I to disagree with a grieving man?” I smiled.

As we entered the cemetery, the mood was somber. It never ceased to amaze me how this little human girl affected the Cullens. Edward lead the way, walking slowly, taking his time. It was a tad irritating. I had seen turtles move more quickly.

At the furthest end, under the shade of a beautiful tree, was a large marble heart with Bella’s name on it. “Beloved daughter and friend. We will miss you.” Was the inscription.

This was too depressing. I almost felt like breaking down -- almost. Why was I being so affected by this? I was a heartless vampire after all. Crazy! I’m done with this sadness. I had interfered with this family’s grieving for long enough. Time to go home.

“Well, I guess I’ll be going home then. Edward, I truly am sorry.” I reached out and touched his hand.

His thoughts now flashed into my mind.

Bella standing in her dress. Edward asking “do you still want to marry me?” Her response being “I don’t know.” The pain and anger he felt was more than enough to damper my already depressed mood. I let go quickly.

“Goodbye then.” I turned and walked into the trees. Just before they would have been out of my sight, I looked over my shoulder to see Edward drop to his knees as a tearless sob racked his shoulders. I shook my head and ran toward home. My happy home.