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She was hurting, in more ways then one. She hated him for doing this to her. She hated herself for letting him do this to her. So what happens when she sees him again? When Laurent confronts Bella in the meadow, she is rescued just in the nick of time by the werewolves. But what if the werewolves were a second too late?

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5. Chapter 4

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“ISABELLA MARIE SWAN!” I heard France’s extremely irritated voice as the door opened. I grimaced.

All day I had thought about my possibly-imagined encounter with Edward, and had come to one conclusion. If, by some small miracle, I hadn’t dreamed up that encounter, and it was real, I would just have to pretend I didn’t have feelings for him. He obviously didn’t love me anymore, hence the reason he left me in the first place, and even if he did--I couldn’t trust him with my heart any longer.

I sighed. “Up here…” I nearly whispered. But she heard it, and I heard thunderous footsteps following my words.

“Would you care to explain why you were not at school today even though you PROMISED you would be there?” Frances appeared in the doorway, crossing her arms over her chest.

I put my hands up in defense. “I have an explanation. But first, you didn’t by any chance hear of any other vampires in this town, did you?”

Frances bit her lip. I froze.

“Um, Aaron did say something about that… but it was after you left, or I would have warned you, trust me.”

I stared at her in shock. “How many of them were there?” I snapped, my tone harsher then I intended. If there were other vampires here, there was more of a possibility that really had been Edward…

“Um… seven, I think.” Frances flinched away from my stare.

“SEVEN?! Oh god, oh no, it wasn’t a dream…” I panicked as Frances words sunk in, confirming my suspicions.

“What? They aren’t dangerous! Please don’t make us move--I’m sure they are nice! They hunt animals, like…” She trailed off as she noticed me. I had slowly curled up on the floor, my head spinning and breathing quickening. “Bella?” She sounded alarmed.

“Frances. I know--knew them. I knew them well.”

She strode quickly towards me, kneeling down next to me. “What?”

“There’s something I need to tell you. About my past…”


“And these are the same ones? Are you sure?” Frances asked, as I finished the summary of my human life.

“I ran into Edward in my--our--meadow, but I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. There aren’t that many covens of seven who hunt animals, are there?”

Frances shook her head, and leaned back against the wall, processing the information.

“We have to leave… “ I stated.

“Leave?” Frances looked appalled. “This is awesome! You love this guy, Bella! Why would we leave?”

I stared at her. “Because he doesn’t love me. And my heart has been broken too many times to trust him again.”

“Oh, silly Bella. We’ll get him back! Please don’t make us leave--this is the first time we’ve ever had the opportunity to befriend others of our kind. Think of how great it would be!”

“Frances--I can’t do this! I can’t! If you don’t want to leave… I’ll go alone.”

But inside, I didn’t want to. Part of me wanted to stay, to see what Edward’s reaction was to my immortality. Maybe he’d like me better if I was prettier? No… he wasn‘t like that. I also wanted to stay, just to give him the cold shoulder--to show him that I didn’t care that he left. Give him a taste of his own medicine.

“Actually,” I said, allowing a slight smirk to creep onto my face. “I think I’ll stay… for a little bit, at least.”

Frances must have recognized the mischievous glint in my eyes, because she smiled, and said, “That’s my girl…”