The sequel to 'Damning an Angel'. Edward knows Bella is dead. He saw her murder himself. And yet,there is a girl that is just too similar to her to simply ignore. Is is Bella? Can he get close enough to her to find out?
CHAPTER SIX POSTED: EDWARD's Point of View!!!!!!!
((A/N: This is the sequel to Damning an Angel. If you have not read that, go back and read it before you read this. I'm not sure if it will make sense if you don't. To all the people who DID read Damning an Angel, here it is, a sequel, just like I promised.))
2. Chapter 2: Jasper's Point of View
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Jasper’s Point of View
Rosalie pulled into an inconspicuous spot in the center of the parking lot, trying not to draw attention to us. Now if only her car were as inconspicuous as her parking space. Just as I suspected, the instant that we climbed out of the car, there were more than a dozen admiring faces watching us with awe, their combined envy causing me to be jealous about my own sister’s car. Ridiculous. I shook my head, a small smile playing across my lips as I followed Alice into the office.
Emmett approached the office desk, since he and Rosalie were playing the roles of the eldest of us, juniors. Normally, they would be sophomores, a year above the age the rest of us were claiming, not unlike the situation we created in Forks (except in Forks, I was allowed to play an older role. Not that is mattered to me, though… as long as I was with Alice…). But this year, Rosalie threw a fit. She just bought the newest and most expensive car there was available for this small town of Los Altos, and thoroughly refused to play a role too young to drive it. And, of course, Emmett defended her, claiming that she had a point, though, of course, all of knew that it was simply her stubbornness that was the reason behind her fit. The rest of us, aiming to avoid an argument, simply let them play an older age, in our role-play among the humans.
“Excuse me,” Emmett said, starling the lady behind the desk, Ms. Norkoski, her desk nameplate read. When she saw us, there was the typical human reaction:
Widening of eyes.
Racing of heartbeat.
Emotions of awe and surprise emanating from them as if it were a tangible substance.
And finally, embarrassment.
“M-my,” she managed to stutter, blushing. I was quite pleased with myself that such a trivial thing no longer affected me. After a hundred years of practice, it took a lot more than that to break my resistance. “What do we have here?”
“My name is Emmett Cullen,” he introduced himself. He then began to point to each of us individually. “This is Alice Cullen, my sister. These two are Jasper and Rosalie Hale, our adopted siblings.”
“My, my, there certainly are quite a few of you, aren’t there?” she asked rhetorically. We all smiled, perfectly angelically, of course. We were all to be on our best behavior among the humans.
She smiled back at us, before bringing up our schedules. She frowned then, pausing on one of them. She looked back up at us, holding up Edward’s schedule.
“Shouldn’t there be one more of you?” she asked. We were all stunned for an entire second, before Alice stepped in, rescuing us.
“Edward, unfortunately, was ill today. Stomach flu.” She frowned, playing through her lie perfectly.
“How unfortunate,” Ms. Norkoski smiled sympathetically, falling for Alice’s story hook, line, and sinker.
“Indeed,” Alice replied. We received our schedules, then, and, as soon as we left the office, I spoke.
“Edward had better come to school soon,” I said in a hushed whisper. I knew only my brother and sisters could hear me. “The humans will only believe that for so long.”
“I’m sure that we can convince him to at least come to school by then, if not actively participate.” Rosalie shot Alice, who had spoken, a skeptical look. “Alright,” she amended. “We can at least get him to stop moping and come to school. Can we agree to at least cheer him up enough so that he is not constantly thinking about…. about…”
“Alice?” I questioned, reaching out my arms to support her as she went rigid, her eyes glazing over.
I was shocked at the amount of shock emanating from my love. I had never known her to release such a strong emotion in my entire existence with her. What has she just seen?
“Alice?” I repeated once her vision ended. Alice opened her mouth, closed it, opened it…. Closed it again…
“Cat got your tongue?” Emmett joked.
“Shut up, Emmett,” Rosalie said. She was just as unbearably curious as the rest of us to discover what Alice had ‘seen.’
“I saw…. I saw…” Alice tried, shaking her head, as if she herself could not believe what she had seen.
“You saw…” I prodded. “What did you see?”
“Not what,” Alice corrected me, her voice small. The surprise coming from her was still strong. “. . . but who.”
“Are you going to tell us or not?” Rosalie demanded, her impatience overpowering her curiosity. I sent a wave of patience her way and she glared at me, but sighed, turning back to Alice.
“Who did you see, Alice?” Emmett asked. By now the four of us were gathered in a tight circle, whispering too quickly for any human to have any chance to pick up.
“Bella,” Alice gasped.
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