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It has been sixteen years since Meg Cullen was kidnapped by the Volturi. Sixteen years of Edward and Bella mourning their dead daughter...supposedly killed by the Pack. Then, Meg returns to Forks. Only then does the race for answers (and survival) begin... ~SEQUEL TO MY STORY "CHOICE"~EPILOGUE: BRILLIANCE IS UP!"BY THE PRICKING OF MY THUMBS, SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES." ~MACBETH

Here it is! The sequel to Choice! Hope you enjoy it! Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters belong to the lovely Stephenie Meyer. Except the characters of Meg and Ambrosi, though. As well as the lovable (but annoying) Dean Newton. They come from my own imagination. © Edward's Rose 2008

5. Chapter 5: Annoyance

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Chapter Five: Annoyance


A girl with waves of bronze hair running through a forest…Her face turned towards me…large, golden eyes filled with unvoiced pain and anger...Her mouth opened to speak, but not before there was a flash of bright light…MEG!

“ALICE!” Jasper called sharply, pulling me out of the vision.

My eyes snapped open, and I realized I was shaking.

“What did you see?” Jasper asked gently.

I vaulted off the couch and ran towards my cell phone in the corner. I hastily dialed Edward’s number, waiting anxiously for him to pick up.

“Alice,” he said briskly.

“Edward…I just saw something.”


The detachment in his voice made me want to scream in annoyance. “Meg…she’s alive, Edward! She…”

“Stop it, Alice,” His voice was cold and suddenly weary. “You’re seeing things where there is nothing to see.”

“Listen to me!” I snapped. “I saw her, Meg was running…!”

“My daughter’s dead.”

“Will you stop? You have a chance to find her again, and you’re not even going to try…”

“Were you there that night, Alice?” he snarled, his voice terrifying.

“Of course,” I answered warily.

“Do you know the feeling when you see the mangled corpse of your baby? One of the most blessed things to ever enter my life? Of not being able to go close, for fear that you’d drain her of all the remaining blood? To see your wife’s broken face, like she’d never be happy again? I gave up searching long ago, but don’t you ever think that I don’t care. Because in my every waking moment, I see her face and relive those few months we had.”

“Edward…” I started.

“Don’t tell Bella about this, Alice. She already has enough pain in her life.”

With a click, the line went dead and I was left staring stupidly at the phone…anger, pain and annoyance coursing through me.

“What’s he going to do?” Jasper asked softly, coming to stand behind me.

I turned around to face him. “Nothing. This is why we have to find her.”


The familiar bell trilled a note, signifying the end of the period. With a satisfied gesture, I snapped my English textbook closed.

“You ready?” a voice chirped.

I turned to look at Dean with a pained smile. Just to keep up with the charade, I’d decided to try normal school for a while. Forging records and such wasn’t an issue for me at all. I loved the classes, the people on the other hand…

Dean was quite possibly the biggest annoyance to ever walk this earth. More then once, I had resisted the urge to pick up my pencil and stab him.

“Isabella?” Mrs. Daniels called.

Dean slowly edged away as I walked towards the desk. “Yes?” I asked warily.

She started by giving me a pleasant smile. “Isabella, you are by far one of the most gifted students I’ve seen in my ten years of teaching.”

I smiled. “Thank you.”

She gave a chuckle. “All the other teachers are saying they haven’t seen anyone like you since Edward Cullen!”

The smile slipped from my face, replaced by the feeling of my stomach dropping. “Excuse me?” I breathed.

“Oh, he and his family were students here about seventeen years ago. Tremendously creative and bright.”

The Cullens. Vampires. Jacob’s enemies.

“W-what happened to them?”

Mrs. Daniels shook her head sadly. “A local tragedy…before I started teaching here. Edward married Isabella Swan, another student. They were driving back from Seattle one night and were involved in a terrible car crash. Neither of them survived…newlyweds and everything.”

All the air seemed to whoosh from my lungs. “How sad. Thank you, Mrs. Daniels.”

I hurried from the room, stumbling out into the air. I breathed in deep gulps of it, struggling to regain composure. Vampires couldn’t die…a car crash wouldn’t have killed Edward Cullen. He probably saved Isabella Swan so easily…she could still be alive!

“Isabella?” I heard Dean ask, worried.

I raised my head to look at him, my eyes swimming out of focus.

“Are you okay? You look kind of sick.”

“Yes,” I said quickly. “I’m going to go back home now.” In truth I didn’t intend to go back to the hotel. I needed to go see Jacob Black.

“Wait!” Dean said, hauling me up. “Just stay for a little while longer? We’re doing blood type next hour! Don’t you want to see if you have any genetic mutations?”

I ignored the stupid comment, instead imagining different ways to sew his mouth shut while he dragged me to Biology. I sank down onto my stool and tried to get rid of the hollow ringing in my ears. I didn’t pay attention as the slides and needles were passed out…only until it began.

As my classmates squealed with disgust as they pricked themselves, the smell of their blood rose up to greet me. Its coppery tang filled me with nausea and I literally felt myself go green. I put a hand to my forehead, feeling a cold sweat break out onto my forehead as I slumped down onto the table.

Then I felt it.

The nausea was replaced by a different feeling…one I’d never felt before. A dull ache filled my throat and my ears began to pound. The blood’s coppery scent transformed into the most alluring fragrance of all…calling me. Repulsion coursed through me, I needed to stop. Get rid of this feeling…needed to leave. With every ounce of control left in me, I leapt from my stool and stumbled from the room. I blindly ran across the lawn, the rain dampening the ache in my throat. Once I made it to the waiting woods, I sank to the ground and curled up into a ball.

A shudder coursed through me and I squeezed my eyes shut. The blood had done something to me…two separate actions. First, the nausea and repulsion. Second, the call…the need to drink it. I lay there for a long time, waiting until my thoughts settled. Painfully, I raised myself from the ground...wiping the dirt from my face.

I needed to see Jacob…I wanted answers. Edward Cullen and Isabella Swan…two names I couldn’t forget. What was this place…? Forks held deep secrets…too many. From what I’d gathered, Jacob lived on the La Push reservation outside of town. I began to run…the urgency driving me faster and faster through the trees. Finally, I made it to La Push. I warily walked through the town…the feeling of being watched never leaving me. The streets were deserted, and I could hear the crashing of the waves close by.

Suddenly, a voice rang out behind me.

“What are you doing here?”

I turned to see Jacob, regarding me angrily. There were dark circles underneath his eyes, as if he hadn’t gotten enough sleep.

Taking a step forwards, I began: “Who were they?”


I glided swiftly down the streets of Volterra, trailing in Alec’s wake. The dark of night seemed colder then usual, seeping under my skin. I took in a breath as we neared the plaza…remembering the job that awaited me.

“Go,” Alec hissed, pointing towards a lone figure sitting by the fountain.

I hesitated, thinking of Meg sitting there. “Remember your place, Ambrosi,” Alec snapped. “Your position on the Guard is useful, but can be up in a second.”

The hate climbed up inside of me as I glided out into the plaza. My life had already been planned for me…in allegiance to the Volturi. I’d tried to warn Meg of this, but she hadn’t listened. I couldn’t think of her now.

“Hello,” I said softly.

The woman turned sharply to look at me. Her eyes widened, dark ringlets spilling over her shoulder. I wanted to tell her to run…run while she still had the chance. I couldn’t, though.

“Come.” I extended a hand and she took it, eyes never leaving my face.

I guided her down a narrow street, two dark shadows in the night. Once we made it to the end of an alleyway, she turned towards me.

“Where are we?” she whispered.

Pain shot through me as I took in her innocent face. She had no idea…

“I’m sorry…” I began, letting go of her hand.

“Well, Adelina, it looks like we meet after all,” said Alec, emerging from the shadows.

Adelina stared at me, horrified. I released her hand and took a step back.

“Forgive me,” I mouthed.

“You’ve come too close,” Alec continued. “A dynasty like us will not be brought down so easily. Not that a mere mortal girl could stand in our way.”

“Please,” Adelina whispered, backing up.

Alec only smiled viciously, sauntering towards her.

“No…!” she began.

Her screams were cut short and I turned away…repulsion flowing through me. I resisted the urge to cover my ears, and then it was over. All was silent.

“Dispose of it,” Alec commanded sharply as other figures swept forwards.

Angrily, I turned away…refusing to look at Adelina. I walked back wearily to the tower, climbing the stone steps slowly. My feet led me to Meg’s room, where I cautiously opened the door. I expected to see her there, sitting idly in front of the mirror or curled up by the window.

She wasn’t there, though.

The curtains swayed ominously in the breeze, and I breathed in her scent almost greedily.

“Ahh, Ambrosi. Just the one who I wanted to see,” a sweet voice said behind me.

I turned sharply to see Jane, an impish grin plastered on her face. “What is it, Jane?” I asked.

She took a step towards me. “Well you see, it’s about our little Meg.”