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Fate's Twist

Summary:
Story is currently on hold, until I can rewrite some of the chapters. Sometimes fate deals us a deadly blow when we thought we knew what it wanted. Like a second soul mate or an incorrect premonition that leads us to the path we were meant to take. Edward has found one of his soul mates, but perhaps, he was wrong and just maybe Bella isn’t the only one he could ever love as truly and deeply as he loves her. Bella’s not the only one with two soul mates.


Notes:
OFC/Felix - OFC/Edward Post-Eclipse. Takes place a few years later. And Spoilers. Warnings: Violence and Language.


3. 3. Slave

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3. Slave

The night was cold, and I was huddled in a mass under a tree. My nightgown still drenched in my father’s blood. I had run from the house, without an overcoat, and straight into the forest. The cold night was growing longer, and I was sure I wasn’t going to make it. I could feel my mother all around me, telling me I shouldn’t have done what I did, and that she was in a better place now, but I didn’t want to believe it. My imagination was bounding out of control. I was losing my grip on my sanity, even though I had never really had a grip on it in the first place.

Suddenly, I turned over my right shoulder, feeling as though someone was there. “Who’s there?” I yelled. But his cloaked figure stole quickly out from behind the trees.

As I jumped to my feet I hear him say, “My dear child, there is nothing to be afraid of.”

“Then why does my heartbeat so?”

“Your heart deceives you.” His long black jacket glided seamlessly over the twigs and leaves. A conniving smile stretching across his teeth, he stepped forward towards me. “Such a beautiful child, wrapped in such garish garbs. With, what’s that?” he paused to look at my stained dressing gown, sniffing softly, “Human blood. Who have you been slaughtering tonight, my dear?”

“My father.” I stood erect, with shoulders back and my chin raised dignifiedly.

“So young to have taken a life,” he observed, “how old are you?”

“Old enough.”

“Come with me,” he said, coaxing me with a gloved hand, “I will take care of you.”

I woke in a curled mass on the floor where I had fallen, Edward was gone. I immediately realized something had gone wrong. I search my mind looking for the premonition I had about this trip. I couldn’t remember seeing myself in the visions, but then again, I had never seen myself in them. I could only remember the others bringing her back to Volturra, and I had assumed I was with them. This was far away from the walled city of Volterra and my home. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been out, but as I glanced out the window of Edward’s room, I saw the pink sky. It was either sunset or sunrise, but I couldn’t be sure.

I felt them all around me now. The spirits. Unknown souls of people long gone, floating around me, swarming me.

I pushed myself to my feet. The immortal weren’t supposed to be able to lose consciousness, but my powers superseded that silly idea. The unconsciousness was extremely unbearable, almost painful for us, like transforming all over again. My head was unusually light and my mind was cloudy. I held myself up on the wall as I started down the hallway, then grasping the banister as I descended the stairs.

They were all in the sitting room, huddled together. Alice glared at me from her perch on the arm of the sofa. Esme didn’t even look at me, and Edward searched my head. I let him in.

“It’s five o’clock in the morning, and yes, they left you here,” he said.

“Oh.” I was confused. Why would they leave me? Aro would never leave me behind. Never. He cared too much, even though that was unusual for an immortal. “Did they take her?”

Carlisle saw the look on my face, that horrorstruck look. He nodded slowly.

“They just… left?” I managed to squeak out.

“Yes,” Edward snapped, turning his face to mine.

I nodded, pressing my lips together to avoid shrieking. I swallowed hard and turned to leave.

“Don’t,” Carlisle said, “You have to tell us where they took her.”

“I don’t know if I can.”

“Your loyalty still lies with them?! After they abandoned you here! Left you here, hoping we’d kill you!” Edward yelled, jumping to his feet. “I’ve never seen someone so-”

“Naive, insolent, blind?!” I screamed, interrupting him. “Don’t you think I get it? Do you honestly believe that I would cover for them after they abandoned me here… in this hell hole?”

He stared at me in disbelief inches from my face. “Well?”

“I can’t tell you because I don’t know where they took her.”

“Use your special power to find out,” he laughed. Evil resonating in his tone.

“It doesn’t work like that.”

“How does it work, then?”

“I can’t see what they’re doing; only what they are going to do. Decisions are made split second now because of her,” I said pointing a boney finger in accusation at Alice. “They would have not decided, but just taken her, stopping where ever, most likely in places that don’t have names and places. Places that I couldn’t identify. Just like how I came here, and surprised you... Right?”

Alice shook her head, “That’s not right. I saw them coming, I just didn’t see you, specifically… and your power.”

“Exactly, and you thought that you could stand up to four Volturi guards and Aro,” I smirked.

“I didn’t think that they would forcibly take her,” Carlisle added. “Alice didn’t say anything about force. There are rules!”

“Aro’s become very wise to your covens ways of evading us, ‘almost illegal,’ he called it. He’s the only one who would use force, and he would never have had to decide that, hence Alice would never know.”

“Well, what can you tell us?” Carlisle continued.

“I can guarantee that at some point they will end up in Volterra, however not until they’ve turned her themselves.”

“What do you mean turned her? I’ve already bitten her,” Edward said.

“Into a Volturi slave… Like me.” I shuddered. I had known it all along, but Aro had made sure that I was different… until now. Now that he had found a new toy, and I realized he had tricked me. He had tricked me into believing that in my visions, I was there with them, when I wouldn’t be. “Can I leave now?” I said starting toward the door.

“No, you can’t,” Edward said, putting his arm out to stop me. “You will stay until she comes back.”

“Don’t touch me,” I growled.

“No problem.” He dropped his arm to his side and backed away, “Whatever you want, princess.”

“Now, Edward,” Carlisle began, “We’ll get her back; she’s stronger than you give her credit for. And Esme why don’t you show, Miss…”

“Eaton.”

“Miss Eaton to her room.”

I shook my head. “No, I need to eat.”

“Lucky for you, we’re going hunting tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? I need to eat now.”

“You’ll simply have to wait.”

“I can’t,” I growled again. “Don’t try to stop me.” I pushed past the front door and down the steps in a blur. His steps were behind me, tracing me.

“You can’t do that here,” he yelled after me.

“And why not?” I asked, stopping dead and turning an about face. Edward was streaking down the stairs after me.

A smirk spread across his carved face, “Do you believe in werewolves?”