Meant to be
When Edward doesn’t return to Forks, Bella dies of old age. Edward is forced to keep living by his family and by Bella's haunting words and nearly 50 years after Bella's death, Edward returns to school and is shocked back into reality when someone he least expects appears. Will fate be deterred by simple death? Or will fate win in the end?
Alright, my friend made this comment so I will just inform you in case you think along the same lines of her, this story has nothing to do with my other story...(s)... I will also say that due to my lack of spare time and since I am still currently working on my other project, it will be a while between update of this story. Sorry. Spoiler Warning!! Just so you know, I don't own anything. Everything except the plot belongs Stephenie Meyer. ^_^
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We were in Forks, all of us, Carlisle, Esme, Alice, Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie. They were all there for me in my mourning. It was a rainy day, as usual, and it made the mood even more unbearable. As I got out of my car and walked to the service, I recognized her smell. If I could cry, I would’ve, her mere smell brought back all those memories I tried to bottle up over the past 70 odd years. Alice saw my distress when my body rocked in tearless sobs and sunk to the cold wet ground. She quickly came over and embraced me in a tight hug. My family had followed in their own perspective cars. Alice and Jasper in theirs, Emmett and Rosalie in theirs, and Carlisle and Esme in their car; Two per car, a couple per car, except for my car, which just carried me, no couple, I was alone. As I felt Alice’s body shake, I realized that she too must have been mourning for Bella. They were truly like sisters all those years ago. I heard the rest of my family come over and I felt Emmett pull me up to my feet and give me a hug as well. He also had cared for Bella, and as I was, for lack of a better word, passed down from family member to family member, each of them giving me a hug, I realized that they all were going to miss Bella. Even Rosalie gave me a hug, that one startled me.
When Alice came up to me again, she put her arm around my waist and leaned her head against my arm.
“Edward, I know how much you must miss Bella right now. But you have to pull yourself together. Collect yourself, put up your hood. You know what will happen if one of Bella’s old school friends sees us and if they recognize us… especially all of us.”
I slowly stopped crying and looked down at her. She was right. Why must I be told such an obvious thing? I wrapped the scarf around my neck and made sure it came up and protected some of my face, I then put my hood up and my family quickly followed suit. We needed our hoods up and the scarves because we needed to be kept unnoticeable since we were going to go up to the alter where casket was located…
Her casket. That made it sound so surreal. She was truly dead. She wasn’t coming back. I broke down again and Alice quickly picked me up as I began to fall. She slapped my face, what part she could reach even though I would’ve felt it behind the thin layer of material.
“Edward,” she hissed, “Stop this now! Act reasonable or else we will go home, right Carlisle?”
Carlisle nodded solemnly at me. I slowly stopped. I nodded at Alice as confirmation that I wouldn’t do it again… or at least until I was inside next to my Bella. As we began to walk towards the building where the service was going to start in a matter of seconds, the memories of what had taken place in the past week came flooding back to me now, of all times.
As Alice finished her conversation with me about which color she thought looked the best with the new furniture, she went rigid. I knew instantly what was happening and rushed to her side and held onto her arm. I looked into her mind, eager to know what she had just seen. As she began to see, so did I. I instantly regretted it.
Bella, in the hospital, on life support. There was a chair pulled up yet it appeared empty. Her hand looked as if she was holding and imaginary hand yet she appeared to be unconscious, in a coma. Bella looked as if she were eighty years old, yet under the wrinkles and sagging skin, Bella could still be seen beneath. A doctor came in with papers and looked at the empty seat and began to talk. What the doctor said can’t be heard, but it definitely isn’t good news, for he looked gravely at the empty chair. It looks as if the doctor is waiting for something, by the set of his face and the way he stood. As if something was said the doctor nods and slowly walks over to the life support machine. The doctor looks down at Bella then again at the chair and says something. The chair moves back slightly as if done by magic. A few strands of stray hair on Bella’s forehead are pushed away and a small indentation appears on her skin. Then, drops of water, which look strangely like tears, fall onto Bella’s forehead. The chair is pulled forward and Bella’s hand looks as if it’s being clutched. The doctor nods yet again, and lifts his finger to the life support machine. Then in a simple push of a button, ends Bella's life.
I flew backwards and fell to the floor. “No, no, no… she can’t… but… no!” Alice had fallen also and was crying. The rest of the family had come in to hear what I had yelled about. Jasper instantly realizing Alice had a vision ran over to her and knelt beside her.
“What is it, Alice? What did you see?” All Alice did was shake her head. She couldn’t say it anymore than I. I was lying down on the floor with my hands over my eyes. It’s not possible, how could she die? How could that doctor end her life?
Carlisle came forward and demanded to know what the vision was about. “Alice, Edward, one of you needs to tell us what was seen.”
I looked at Alice. Her eyes were still shut and she was shaking with sobs. I slowly stood up and looked at Carlisle, then at the floor. I wasn’t crying anymore, my mind was set. Alice had gone quiet, why I couldn’t guess. I looked up at Carlisle, and then at the floor.
I then had planned on leaving swiftly; I wasn’t planning on living after this. If Bella was gone, than I was surely going to quickly follow suit. But then Alice screamed.
“Stop him! Don’t let him leave! He’s going to the Volturi!”
Alice had apparently seen me going to Italy, which was why she went so still; she had had her vision then. I noticed Emmett and Jasper, even the usually calm Carlisle, all dive for me. I quickly evaded them and ran outside. Just when I though I had escaped them, Emmet smashed into me from nowhere and pinned me to the ground.
“Get off!” I snarled.
“Not a chance!” Emmett snarled back.
Carlisle and Jasper were there in a matter of seconds and they helped Emmett lift me to my feet. I struggled the entire way back to the house. Why did they have to interfere with my plans? Why couldn’t I do with my existence as I please… after all, it is mine.
They put me in a chair and circled me. Carlisle was directly in front of me and was waiting for me to look up at him before he was going to speak. Finally, I looked up. He was evaluating me. His mind was blocked off from me so I couldn’t understand what that look was for. He then spoke.
“Carlisle.” I hadn’t intended on sounding so rude, but he was interfering and it was putting me in a bad mood.
He smiled slightly and kept his voice calm as ever. “Edward, why do you want to go to Volterra?”
I looked at him incredulously. I thought surely he was smarter than that. “To have the Volturi end my life.”
“And why do you want that Edward?”
I scoffed. “You should be able to figure that out.”
“Edward!” Esme chided.
I didn’t look at her; I kept my eyes on Carlisle. “Alright, well I haven’t a clue as to why you’d want to end you life. Now, do please tell me.”
I growled. “Because, now that Bella is… dead, I have no reason to live.”
There was an outburst of talk. They were trying to tell me many reasons as to why I should live but I would hear none of it. They even tried to bombard my mind with thoughts but I just tuned them out… or tried at least.
Thankfully, Carlisle held up his hand for silence.
“You do have your family.”
I looked down. I didn’t want to say what was running through my mind at the current moment, but in the end, I gave in and said it anyway. “It isn’t enough,” I whispered.
Alice and Esme gasped but the rest of my family just stared at me in disbelief. Carlisle nodded as if he expected such an answer. “Alright then, what do you think Bella would have wanted you to do if she were to die?”
I stared at my feet, taking in every detail. I could so easily recall our one conversation as we watched Romeo and Juliet. It seemed like a millennia ago, yet it was still so vivid in my memory.
“Contingency Plans?” She had asked me.“Well, I wasn’t going to live without you. But I wasn’t sure how to do it—I knew Emmett and Jasper would never help… so I was thinking maybe I would go to Italy and do something to provoke the Volturi.”“What are the Volturi?”“The Volturi are a family, a very old, very powerful family of our kind. They are the closest thing our world has to a royal family, I suppose. Carlisle lived with them briefly in his early years, in Italy, before he settled in America—do you remember the story?”“Of course I remember.”“Anyway, you don’t irritate the Volturi, not unless you want to die—or whatever it is we do.”She had taken a hold of my face and looked at me in horror. “You must never, never, never think of anything like that again! No matter what might ever happen to me, you are not allowed to hurt yourself!”
She had then asked what I would do if our places were reversed, if I had died, would I want her to kill herself over me? The answer to that was, no. I sighed; I would follow what she had asked.
I looked back up at Carlisle in defeat. “She’d want me to stay alive.”
Carlisle nodded and turned away, taking Esme with him and thereby dismissing everyone. Alice was still cautious over the next few days. It wasn’t uncommon to see her looking into the future every ten minutes or so, just to make sure I didn’t change my mind. And I didn’t… I wouldn’t.
I pushed open the door and my senses were assaulted by her smell. Even though she was dead, death hadn’t done a thing to her smell; and it hurt me so. We stayed towards the back. We had just come in as the service had begun. The priest talked about Bella’s life, he even mentioned about her klutziness, which lightened the mood when everyone laughed in remembrance. The only thing I could keep my mind focused on, was the casket at the opposite wall, next to the priest. That was all I could see. I couldn’t see her inside of it, I didn’t know if I did want to see inside of it. I wasn’t afraid to see Bella, I would never be afraid to see Bella, I was afraid to see death. I was afraid to see her lifeless form and know I’d never hear her voice, I’d never see her eyes, I’d never make her laugh or smile, I’d never catch her when she falls, I’d never be able to hold her as she sleeps. I tore my eyes away from the casket and looked down at the floor, a small sob escaping my lips. Esme was beside me and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder; it didn’t help. I continued to cry softly throughout the service. Once it was done, we watched as the chapel slowly drained of people. I noticed a few people from school. I picked out Jessica, Angela, Mike, and Eric’s ‘voices’. I was sure I had heard Lauren and Tyler’s’ as well but I couldn’t be sure. Once the chapel was empty nearly an hour later, we decided we would go up front… to see Bella for one last time. But just as we began to move, we saw someone walk up to her. I didn’t notice anyone else here and was surprised I hadn’t heard his thoughts. He looked oddly familiar. Then I seemed to be hit by the old memory, I recognized him, I remembered him. I felt a wave of anger wash over me and I stalked towards him. Alice tried to catch hold of me, as did Emmett, but I wasn’t going to be deterred. As I swiftly approached him, I saw him lean down and kiss her and then he held her hand. He was the one in the chair in the vision! He had killed her! But why wasn’t Alice able to see him? The man heard me approach, something I wasn’t expecting. When I was just barely 6 feet away, I got a whiff of him and nearly fell back. I then realized why Alice hadn’t seen him. He wasn’t human; his kind must be immune to Alice’s seeing power. At that moment, he too, had apparently smelled me and spun around rather quickly for an older man. Our eyes locked and Jacob Blacks face turned from wary, to downright anger in barely a second. He had aged. Lines creased his face in every place imaginable. He not only had age lines and spots, but worry lines as well. He also had a very bad scar on his face which I presumed he received from his years as a werewolf.
“What the hell are you doing here mutt!” My voice almost inaudible against the growls emanating from my chest.
“I have every right to be here. Why are you here bloodsucker?” His voice was filled with disgust.
“Why shouldn’t I be here?” I didn’t wait for an answer. “You killed her!” I lunged forward but Emmett caught me. “You filthy dog! How could you kill her! How could you let the doctor kill her?” Each word I snarled and growls loud enough to deafen a human escaped me.
Jacob stiffened. “How did you…” He quickly glanced from me to Alice. Understanding lightened his features. “She saw.” I froze, as did Emmett. How did he know? Bella wouldn’t have told him would she?
He saw the confusion on my face and replied. “Bella told me, a long time ago, she told me.”
So she had. She had betrayed us. She had betrayed me. She told our enemy about our powers. I tried to see into his mind but I couldn’t. I became puzzled, then agitated. Jacob smirked.
“When she told me about your power, I learned how to block my mind.” He shrugged. “In case we got any surprise visits.”
Emmett realized I wasn’t going to try and attack him… at the present time, so he let me go.
“What, so all you had to do is ask her something and she’d respond and agree to tell you or something of the like?”
Jacobs face had darkened. “For almost everything, yes.”
I couldn’t understand why he reacted the way he had. I was going to ask but he turned from me and faced Bella again. I heard him then speak to her. I still couldn’t fully see her. Only the white satin lining of the casket walls.
“Would you want me to tell him? What would you have me do right now, Bells?” He nodded as if she answered his question. “You’d want me to tell him, wouldn’t you? Maybe for a different reason than why I’m going to say it but still, you’d want me to tell him.” He turned from Bella and faced me. A grim expression placed on his face. “Do you want to know what became of her?”
I looked back at my family and saw that they too were curious. I looked back at the wizened Jacob and nodded.
He turned and looked back down at Bella. Debating, I presume, as to how much he should say. He then looked back at me and began his story.
“After you left Bella, for a good few months afterwards, she was like a zombie. She looked like you, all of you, she was paler than what I thought humanly possible, she had bags under her eyes, she had no life in her what so ever. I first saw her when she came to me with two bikes, motorcycles. She said she wanted them fixed and that she wanted to learn how to ride them. She also said that if I did that, she’d let me have whichever one I wanted. So I helped her. If I would have been a few years older I probably would’ve said no, but I was trying to spend as much time with her as possible so I complied.”
He told me what had become of my poor Bella. He said of what dangerous and life-threatening things she had done, including jumping off a cliff I might add, and how she had surprisingly survived. He mentioned how every time they had gone around the subject of me, she became fidgety and she would flinch when my name was said. Jacob had added every detail of that to inflict the most pain upon me and it worked. He finally began to tell me what had become of her after high school and what became of her life. This was what I had really wanted to know about. I wanted to know if she had ever married, ever had children, had ever become something. His voice went down an octave and I could tell that this next part was going to hurt him.
“She was maybe 27 or so. We were close, I mean, we didn’t go around and kiss and stuff like that but, she and I would hug, watch movies together. She would even sometimes stay at my place. She did most of it, I’m sure, to make herself feel better, to keep her mind off of you, but still. One day, she had made me dinner; a new recipe she was trying out I think. She was carrying my plate over to me when she tripped and spilt it all over herself,” he smiled to himself, “she was so embarrassed she went such a red color I though her face was going to stay that color forever. She said she was sorry and that that plate was all that she had made. She had begun to cry.” His brow furrowed and he looked at the floor. “I had thought of proposing to her for the past three or four years but I never mustered up enough courage to actually do it. But it was there, in my kitchen, with food all over her and her crying because she messed up my dinner, that I did propose. She was so shocked. She nodded her head in agreement,” I involuntarily flinched, “and so I placed it on her finger. We were to be wed in June, four months later. Everything was going great until we began to make arrangements. I would catch her crying every time she thought I was gone but I wasn’t. Then, in May, she came up to me. Her eyes were red which contrasted against the purple of the bags under her eyes. Her face was filled with sorrow and when she looked at me, she eyes began to glisten with fresh tears. I got up and went to hold her and to ask her what was wrong, but she wouldn’t let me touch her.” Jacob snuffled and I saw he was shedding a few tears. “As she placed a few feet between us and made it apparent to me that she wanted space, she slowly reached for her left hand with her right, and took of her ring. I looked at her, not comprehending, and she then said, ‘I’m sorry Jacob, I can’t marry you.’ She placed the ring on the table and left. What she did and where she went, I don’t know. She left Forks, that much I know. She came back, twenty years later or so to bury her father when he died. But when I approached her and talked to her, she ignored me. She left for another thirty years or so when she came back and spoke to me. I asked her what she’s been doing, did she have a family. She said she didn’t and that she’s been down in Florida with her mother and Phil and when they died and their daughter, her half-sister, developed leukemia, she cared for her until her death five years previous. I gave her my condolences, which was when she cried and told me that she too had cancer. She told me that she has had no life whatsoever, she has only cared for her parents and sibling and just returned to Forks for the remainder of her days. What you saw, of her in the hospital, she was a vegetable. She’s been in a coma for six years and her health began to deteriorate. She spent the last ten years of her life in Forks, waiting,” Jacob had been looking down at the floor, but he then fixed his vehement gaze to me, “for you.”
I gasped. I collapsed onto the floor, unable to stand any longer. He smirked at me. “You are feeling pain, eh? Good. You deserve it you filthy leech. Her life wasted away to nothing because of you. She died a little old lady, like you had wanted, but then again she hasn’t exactly ‘lived’ since you left her.” He looked at Bella once more and then began to walk away. He turned just as he was about to leave the church. “She had tried to convince me for those 9 years she was with me, that were like a human. I never believed her. If you want to prove me wrong, get up and face her death like a man and except what you did to her, and live in the pain and don’t give into it. If you give into the pain, your weak, you’re not human, you’re not a man. So prove Bella right, live with the knowledge that you made her life a living hell… a miserable existence. If you care about her as much as she claimed you did, live with it and don’t give in to it and don’t try to take the easy road. Don’t kill yourself, and yes,” he said at the incredulous look I gave him, “she told me what you said you’d do if she died. How, you would kill yourself.” He smirked at me once more, and then left.
Alice came up to me then and helped me to my feet.
“Let’s see Bella.”
I nodded and we slowly walked the last twenty feet or so to her casket. Everything swirled in my mind from what Jacob had said. He had purposefully let down his mind barrier so I could see what he saw, to get the desired affect or pain from me probably. With each step I took, another memory flashed through my mind. With each step, another glimpse of what I left Bella as flashed through my mind.
When I finally reached her casket, I looked inside and saw my dear Bella. She looked better than what she did in Alice’s vision. Some people finally look at peace as they lay in their casket, but Bella… she looked as if she was in the middle of thought when she died. Her features hadn’t softened, she still had that same puzzled look. Her eyebrows still slightly nit and her mouth still set. It was the oddest thing I’d ever seen. There was my Bella, even when she died she didn’t go like the normal human would with their faces actually looking at peace. I smiled sadly. Yes, that was my Bella.
I slowly reached out, then realizing what I was doing I began to withdraw my hand.
“Don’t worry. She won’t bite Edward.”
I looked at Alice and saw she had a small smile on.
“Are you sure? She seems to be concentrating very hard on something.”
Alice smiled wider. “Oh, I’m sure.”
I nodded and extended my hand yet again. I slowly brushed Bella’s forehead. She was so cold. I slowly leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips. “I love you Bella. I always did and always will. Your love will keep me alive forever.” I then placed my forehead to hers and closed my eyes. “I’m so sorry Bella. I’m so, so very sorry.”
Alice rubbed my back and soon the rest of my family was beside me. I leaned back and grasped her hand and squeezed it once more. “You’ll forever be in my mind. I’ll never let you go.”