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Starting Over

Pretty much the same format everyone else follows. Continuation of New Moon. Enjoy!! *********Spoiler Warning******************* ***Update*** Now that i actually know what this story is going to be about, i am going to change the summary... Edward finally changes Bella, but instead of ending the problems, it simply brings on more. Bella develops an outstanding gift which brings vampires from all over looking to get her on their side... So, how do you like it??

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10. ten

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Ok. I really needed to get out of here before Thomas got back.

Unfortunately—there was no place to even start. Aside from the bale of hay, there was absolutely nothing in the room. No windows, no lights—nothing.

I sat by the door, sensing for any emotion. Anything that could help me escape.

But there was nothing.

It was as if the walls were magic-proof or something. But how could you magic-proof walls?


(Edward’s point of view)

I had to save Bella. It was allmy fault that she was in there in the first place, and I was going to get her out, if it was the last thing I did.

After escaping from the dungeon, Carlisle had insisted that we double back and prepare before leaping in to save Bella. Now Rosalie and Emmett were staked out by the house, keeping tabs on Thomas, while the rest of us hunted and prepared.

“Alice!” I called, beckoning her from the bottom of the stairs. “Let’s go already! Carlisle and Esme and Jasper are already outside!”

“I’m coming!!” Alice bounded down the stairs. I scowled at her, how dare she keep me away from saving Bella?

Alice looked at me with pity and I snarled, pushing her towards the car.

(Alice’s point of view)

God, he was so pushy sometimes.

I felt the pull of another vision and submitted myself to it.

It was Thomas’ house, Bella was sitting in a round room in the third story. Chains encased her legs and arms and she looked utterly bored. There was a knock at the door and Bella looked up. Thomas poked his head in and took her by the arm. But Bella broke free of her chains and took off running down the hall, side stepping the guards.

A grin lit up Edward's face. "When will it happen??" He asked eagerly.

I smiled. "An hour, tops."


(Bella’s point of view)

I was interrupted from my reverie by the sound of knocking on the door. Thomas poked his head in. “Get up.” He snarled.

I struggled to get up, due to the fact that my legs were still bound with chain. Untie these chains…I tried to attempt mind control again—after all, what’s the worst that could happen? Thomas looked phased momentarily again, but then looked up. He looked at me furiously for a second, and I could feel the anger heating off him, making me mad. He slapped me again, and the fury bubbled up, threatening to explode. Thomas’ anger only added to my own, and I yanked my arms free of the chains.


Thomas looked at me wide eyed before calling to the guards. He smirked at me, as if daring me to try anything. I wrenched apart the chains that held my legs, still bubbling with fury. I took off past him, breaking through his grip on my arm.

And I ran.

I paid no attention to Thomas, who was quickly gaining on me—I only ran faster.

“Get her!!” Thomas yelled to a group of guards that stood by. They hesitated momentarily and I used that time to get past them. I rounded a corner and ran smack into one of the guards.


The guard swung me up onto his back, and I was puzzled at the happiness that radiated from him. He ran in the opposite direction of Thomas, and I became even more confused. Then he looked at me.

The hood fell away, exposing a god. The butterscotch eyes that stared back at me were all to familiar, the perfect face making my heart swell.

It was Edward.

EDWARD! I silently screamed.

He just smiled, running faster. I looked behind us and saw a group of guards in close pursuit—time for an illusion. During my time in the empty room, I tampered with moving illusions—one’s that were outside me. I also experimented with using two illusions—I hoped that knowledge would help me in this situation. Closing my eyes, I pictured Edward and I invisible and a “fake” Edward and I running down the passing hall on our left. I prayed that Edward wouldn’t go down that hall.

I projected this illusion and opened my eyes. Edward and I were running down the hall—or at least it looked like it. Edward watched in amazement as he continued going straight—it’s not every day you see a mirror image of yourself running the opposite direction. I focused on maintaining the illusion—it was hard casting two illusions at once, and even harder when one of them was getting farther and farther away as we spoke.

“Good work…” Edward looked back at me with a half-amazed half-amused expression on his face. I smiled and waved vaguely at the halls around us.

“So what brought you here?” I asked, although I already knew the answer.

“Well, I was in town and I thought I would rescue my damsel in distress…” He snickered.

I buried my head into his cold (but much closer to body temperature since I was changed) chest and sighed. I was finally back in the arms of my hero.