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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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15. fifteen

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(Victoria’s point of view)

I snuck around to the back entrance, craving James. I had lived so long with out him—I had to see him again, to hear his velvety voice in my ear, and feel his cold arms around me. I slid through the door, motioning for Dr. Mavis to stay outside.

And there he stood--all sexy, six-feet of him. Well, the back of him anyways. It had been so long since I had seen that tousled black hair that I just wanted to leap into his arms and bury my face in it.

But we had other matters to take care of.

Such as the disgusting human huddled next to him—an uglier version of the Bella we left outside.

“James.” I said, and he turned around. I gasped, wanting to run to him more then anything. His face was the same as I remembered, small nose, twinkling brown eyes, full lips. He was beautiful.

“Victoria?” He said, and I relished the sound of his voice saying my name. “How did you get here so fast? I thought you were monitoring the other ones up in Washington…” He frowned, his lips curving downwards, and I ran to him, wrapping my arms around him.

“I missed you…” I said, kissing him. He kissed me back, and then broke away, casting a suspicious eye at the human on the ground. I snapped back into focus, remembering what I was here for.

“We need to go. Now. Edward is coming to stop you, and he will kill you if we don’t get out of here. He has the rest of his family with him. I have allies, a powerful vampire and a doctor. They can help us defeat him.” I tugged at his hand, pulling him towards the door, but he stopped.

“Wait—what about her?” He said, casting an eye at Bella again.

“She’ll die.” I said, and pulled him out the door.


(Bella’s point of view)

Once again I found the darkness retreating as I woke up. Again. Alexander’s dark form lurked a couple meters ahead of me, staring off towards the ballet studio. We had been moved into a small clearing, a few yards back into the underbrush. I figured now would be the perfect time for an invisibility illusion, so I cast one.

Alexander didn’t even flinch as I began to roll towards the edge of the clearing. But just as I entered the sunlight, he heard me. He turned around rapidly, searching for where I could have gone. I leaped onto my feet, and took off towards the ballet studio, glancing one last time at Alexander, who was getting frustrated. Concentrating, I cast an illusion in the distance of my retreating form, and Alexander took off after it. Perfect.

I crept silently towards the studio, wondering how much time had gone by since I had been knocked out. Had Victoria already killed me? No, she couldn’t have, because I was still alive. Had she killed Edward? I grimaced at the thought, and shook my head. I wasn’t going to think about that. He had to be alive.

I slipped through the door cautiously, making sure no one was there. The coast was clear. Well almost clear. One body lie in a heap near a broken mirror. My body.

“Bella?” I called, and it felt funny to be saying my own name. I ran over to her, pressing my fingers to her neck.

She had a pulse.

I silently cheered, despite the fact that I had known she would be. After all, how could I still be here if I had died as a human? I checked her hand also, but there was nothing there—apparently Victoria had intruded before James bit her. Which was good.

After a moment, I realized something. Crimson blood spilled from wounds on her head and legs and ribs, but I couldn’t smell anything. Weird.

I pressed my ear to her chest, listening for breathing. I heard a few shaky breaths escape from her lungs—spaced out and thin. That wasn’t good.

I scooped her frail body up into my arms and headed toward the door. I needed to get her to a doctor—and fast. Time to find Carlisle.


(Edward’s point of view)

I needed to get to Bella. Now. Our plane had just touched the ground, and I sprang from my seat, ignoring the overhead speakers “Please keep your seatbelt on until the light flashes off.”

I pushed past the crowd of flight attendants in the front and out the door—straight onto the terminal. Emmett and Carlisle were right behind me.

Where were Alice and Jasper? I scanned the people sitting in the rows, looking for any sign of them. But they weren’t there.

Just as I thought that, Alice came flying around the corner, a panicked look on her face. She was followed immediately by Jasper, and I looked for Bella, but she wasn’t there.

Edward I’m so sorry! She went to the bathroom with Jasper and now she isn’t there!

I heard Alice’s thoughts and immediately panicked. Where was she???

“YOU LOST HER? HOW COULD YOU?? YOU LITTLE…” And I recited a string of profanities before getting back to the point. “WHEN? WHERE? HOW??” I asked, taking Alice’s shirt in my hands and wrenching her off the ground. How could she lose Bella? My Bella?

“Just a moment ago. In the girls restroom—there were two doors!!” Alice said, pushing my hands away from her and taking off in the direction of the door.

I took off after her, ignoring the looks people were giving us as we flew by them. “Where are you going??” I asked Alice.

“The ballet studio. I saw her in it this morning, with James!” She said, quickly disappearing to arrange some transportation. In other words, to steal a car. Jasper, Emmett and Carlisle all appeared behind me. I felt waves of calm rolling off of Jasper, and I turned towards him, fuming.

“I DON’T WANT TO BE CALM RIGHT NOW, JASPER!! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT ANYWAYS!!” I yelled, not caring about the anguish that transformed his face at my accusation. It really wasn’t his fault—it was my fault for even existing. But I was mad right now, and I didn’t need him trying to cheer me up. Luckily, Alice appeared with a sleek silver BMW and we climbed in.