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Sunset of Hearts

As the sun sets, it is the ending of a life. Sure, lives end every day, and new ones begin. But on this twilight, the sun was setting on the most important life in my world. But, it was also dawning on a new life as well. The only catch was, those two lives were both the same. What if Bella had come to Forks, and Edward and his family were human? What if they were like every other family? But, what if they were unfortunately pulled into a dark situation, that was to transform them into the thing of their nightmares, and inconsequentially, something darker than they had ever dreamed of? And what if Bella was the one to keep Edward going through all of this? Basically, what if Edward and his family were human in Forks? (Were being the key word.)

Okay, I know that, if you read my previously completed story, Daylight, I promised an entirely different story. But, I felt a different inspiration to write this one. So, here it is.

14. Chapter 13: Flashbacks are Finally Helpful

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My anger started to ebb as I walked, and soon I felt bad for leaving him. I was overreacting. Of course he wouldn’t have asked for that – Edward’s not that kind of boy. It was just…an accident? Maybe he had meant to hold my waist and accidentally lifted my shirt as I moved.

I also realized that I shouldn’t have run. It was dark, and the forest surrounding me looked dark and menacing. Something could easily be hiding in the shadows, waiting to pounce. And Edward’s father had just been released from jail. But hadn’t Edward gotten a restraining order? Wasn’t it illegal for him to be within five-hundred yards of Edward? Illegal for Edward, but not for me.

I had vehemently refused when Edward had suggested that I get a restraining order filed. Even Charlie thought it was a good idea, but I didn’t listen. I probably should have, but I didn’t want to go through all the trouble. It wouldn’t have made me feel any more secure anyways. Not to mention I felt most safe with Edward by my side.

A twig snapping behind me sent my head spinning around to the left, where a wall of dark forest encroached. I stared straight into it for several moments before I decided it was just an animal. I turned and kept walking.

Suddenly, a pair of white hands appeared, covering my mouth and gripping me tightly. My eyes flew wide, and my heart raced inside my chest. He turned me around to face him, and I saw a familiar face from my nightmares. The only difference was that his eyes were different this time. No longer green, but a terrifying blood red.

I started to struggle, and briefly, his hand moved from my mouth to restrain me. I sucked in a deep breath and let out a blood-curdling scream – loud enough that hopefully someone would hear me.

He covered my mouth again and lifted me in his arms easily, turning and running back into the forest. I could tell we were moving at an alarming speed, but the forest was pitch black around us – making it impossible to see where he was taking me. I closed my eyes in defeat and wished with all my heart for someone to rescue me. The only one I didn’t want to come looking was Edward.


I slammed my car door and begun pacing. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have given myself up for the monster within me? The monster that wanted to strip her and do horrible things to her? How could I have been so foolish?

When I started to really think, I realized it was dark. The moon had risen, but it was just a sliver, reflecting almost no light. And I realized she was walking alone. Normally, it would be quite safe to walk alone in Forks. There was almost no trouble, and no sexual predators. But there was one now.

I turned and ran, thinking of nothing else. It might’ve been smarter to take my car, so that I could catch up to her quicker. But the only thing that fueled me was fear. Fear that he would hurt her – take her into the shadows and hurt her. And what made it worse was that I was not afraid of a stranger harming her. No, this was much worse. This was my own father.

I had never been much of a runner before – having gotten out of races and such in school for my asthma. But now, now it didn’t matter. It seemed like I was a marathon runner who’d been training for years. The asthma did not make itself known now, and I ran like there had never been any in the first place. The only thing I could think about was getting to her.

Something made me stop, and made my stomach twist in uncontrollable fear. A blood-curdling scream came from ahead, ringing in the silence in terrified agony. It was high-pitched, distinctly female. No one else would be on this road, at night, alone. No one but Bella.


“BELLA!” I screamed, running faster than even before. I became more frightened than I had been previously, the terror almost incapacitating. But I couldn’t let it take me. I had to save her. I had to make sure she was unharmed, and I had to save her.

My thoughts flew to him. That dirty, sick, twisted bastard that killed my mother. That continuously told her she was trash. That told her she wasn’t good enough. That hit her and yelled at her and used her. That slapped her on that fateful day and sent her running from the house, when she drove me to school and was too distracted to notice the car coming straight at her. When she died. Because of him.

And I imagined him doing that to Bella. Hitting her and using her for his sick games. Leaving her scared and cold on the hard ground to die. Leaving her naked and vulnerable in the cold wind.

I ran faster, pushing myself to go beyond what my body allowed. Pain didn’t matter. Fatigue didn’t matter. All that mattered was her. I couldn’t fail. I couldn’t let him hurt her. I couldn’t let her die. I had to save her.

I almost missed it. I didn’t take it into account as I ran by it, until I suddenly realized it’s familiarity. I bent over and examined the piece of metal that lay in the dirt. I picked it up, examining it closer in my palm.

The charm was a piece of silver metal, bent and shaped into a heart. The chain was a matching silver, thin and delicate. The clasp was broken, as if someone had ripped it from her neck, causing the fine metal to bend and snap.

It was the necklace I’d given her for our two month anniversary. She’d never take it off – rip it off – and throw it carelessly to the ground like this. She’d never leave it in the dirt and walk away, forgetting the memories it held. The only way she’d ever leave it was if it was ripped off – perhaps in a struggle – and thrown to the ground, unnoticed.

I turned and ran into the woods, pushing aside the underbrush that blocked my path. I had no clue where I was going, but knew that she was close. I wasn’t sure how I knew she was close, but it was as if we were connected – like I could feel her with me, even though she clearly wasn’t.

“EDWARD!” Another scream broke through the terrifying silence. I recognized that voice – delicate as an angel’s and smooth as velvet, even when terrified. My heart raced in my chest, and I felt my forehead break out into a sweat. The only thing that gave me hope was that it was louder, closer. She was close. Close, terrified, and in danger. I ran faster, not caring when the thorns scraped at my face and tore at my clothes.

Stumbling into a clearing abruptly, I blinked at the sudden brightness. The moon was shining brightly from above, illuminating the round meadow around me. Illuminating the trees, the rocks, the grass, and a terrifying sight.

I found no satisfaction in knowing that my suspicions had been correct. There was no hope in knowing that I was right, no new found atonement in being assured. Because anything would have been better than knowing I was right. Anything would’ve been better than finding what I’d feared to find on this night, in these woods, in this meadow.

She sat on the ground, looking up in terror and sobbing with fear. Her whole frame shook with tremors that spread from her chest, betraying the fear she felt right now. She looked up at the figure standing before her with wide, frightful eyes as he grinned down menacingly.

He hadn’t even bothered to change from the orange suit he’d worn in jail, and it was now ragged and torn in several places. His greasy hair hung limp around his face, and I presumed he hadn’t washed it since his release. But even with these similarities from his former life, I noticed an air of difference about him, which I couldn’t quite seem to place my finger on.

At the sound of my arrival to the meadow, they both turned. He grinned with delight – as if he knew that I posed no threat to him as I’d planned (which I knew quite assuredly; but this would change nothing. I was on a mission that I was desperate to succeed in.)

She cried out in desperation when she caught sight of me, though I wasn’t sure why. Perhaps she was trying to be strong and save herself, or perhaps she truly did not want me there. I supposed I deserved it after what I’d tried to do in the car, but I could deal with that after she was safely out of harms way. I’d rather take any sort of harsh punishment she could serve than know I hadn’t even tried to save her.

“Edward,” he acknowledged briefly. “So nice of you to join us.” It didn’t sound like he thought it nice at all.

“RUN! GET OUT OF HERE NOW! SAVE YOURSELF,” Bella screamed stubbornly.

“Shut up, you,” my father growled, glaring down upon her. At this she clamped her mouth shut, but turned to look at me, her previous words showing in her eyes.

“Let her go,” I replied through clenched teeth.

“You know what? I don’t think I will,” he said with a frighteningly formal politeness. Though it didn’t sound like he was being polite at all – rather that he was threatening us. Which he was. “She smells rather delicious, and I had a mighty thirst for something more extravagant and…pure.” He spoke these words broodingly, and the words seemed normal enough. But the context confused me.

I couldn’t think of anything to say, mulling over his previous words internally. What could he have possibly meant? What could he possibly have been referring to? What was he trying to say? That he wanted to…eat her? That made no sense at all. But then I noticed.

I noticed the significant difference in the way he held himself, the way he spoke. I recognized the slight difference in his features that, although making it clear that he was my father, but also made him a stranger. And I was suddenly terrified, using the knowledge I’d gained over the years from Carlisle and Esme.

His eyes were no longer the same green as they had been when I was a frightened child. They were no longer the same green from even the court room where they had decided to release him. They weren’t even a normal color for eyes to be – a color that one encountered on a daily basis. They were a color I’d seen only once before, a color that had plagued my nightmares for two solid years afterwards.


Carlisle had been out hunting one wintry afternoon, and came home earlier than had been previously planned, seemingly anxious about something. I’d greeted him when he came through the door, but he took no notice, hurrying past me to where Esme stood, looking on curiously.

He whispered something in her ear, much to low for me to make out, and he strode into the kitchen, followed by Esme. She remained with a look of confusion as she left, but suddenly I wasn’t sure after she had disappeared through the doorway.

The others had been upstairs, gathered around the PlayStation Emmett had just received for his birthday, along with the most up to date version of Grand Theft Auto. I’d found it rather boring and crude, and wandered off for something better to fill my time with.

As quietly as I could, I pressed my ear to the wall and listened intently. I was surprised that they didn’t notice my presence, what with their extra sensitive hearing and eyesight. There must’ve been something much more important than an eavesdropping child on their minds at the moment

. Even with my ear pressed as tightly against the wall as I could manage, I only made out bits and pieces of the conversation. I couldn’t distinguish which voice belonged to who, therefore didn’t understand who knew what about the situation on hand.

“…how long?”

“Only a few…not very far. I can’t be…No, not sure in the least.”

“What do they…? Can you tell?”

“No…not sure. They might…”

“How many?”

“At least…”


“Most likely.”


“…have to…hide them.”


“…don’t know…somewhere…”

“Hold on.”

Anxiously, I pressed my ear against the wall with all my might, but there were no sounds. Suddenly I wasn’t alone, and I looked up to find Carlisle glaring down at me. I shrank back, having never seen him so angry before.

“Edward, go to your room,” he growled through his teeth. Terrified, I obeyed, running up the staircase, tripping several times.


They came on a Saturday, and, stone faced, Esme and Carlisle instructed us to lock the doors behind them and remain in the house. We obeyed, silently terrified of this new sternness of our loving parents. They left through the back door, and we paused for a few seconds before rushing up to the closed door and locking it. We peered through the glass window anxiously.

For a while, Esme and Carlisle just walked across the large backyard until they were only fifty yards from the forest that lined the meadow. For several agonizingly long moments, they just stood there, hand in hand, waiting for something, though we had no idea what. Then, very slowly, three figures entered the meadow, stepping out from the shadows.

Each wore a long cloak that swept the ground, dyed the color of charcoal. Two were the same height, just inches taller than Carlisle himself, but the last was shorter, almost half their heights. All three pulled their hoods back at once, and we could make out that two had long black hair, and the third had infinitesimally longer pale blonde hair.

The black haired figure that stood in the middle spoke, smiling warmly at Carlisle. I didn’t know if Carlisle replied or not, since his back was facing the house. Next the smaller figure spoke, and Esme seemed to tense slightly.

“It’s just some of their friends. Come on, Emmett, lets go play the PlayStation again,” Rosalie said loudly, grabbing his hand and tugging him out of the room. Jasper followed silently, and it was silent until Alice spoke.

"I hope they won’t get hurt,” she worried, chewing on her thumbnail.

“Me too,” I agreed quietly.

More conversation could be seen occurring from the window, and the smaller figure’s eyebrows pulled together in frustration or anger. We couldn’t be sure of course.

The second black-haired figure yelled somethi ng – we knew because his mouth opened wider and his eyebrows creased together in the middle. Esme took a step back and Carlisle sent a quick glance her way.

“I’m going out there!” Alice declared, moving to the door knob and starting to undo the latch. I placed my hand on hers, restraining her with a hard glare.

“You know what they said. They told us not to come out for anything,” I recited.

“I don’t care! They’re in trouble, and they need our help.”

She flung open the door, and it crashed back into the wall. All five heads turned our way, and a sudden startling breeze blew through the doorway. The smallest figure’s nostrils flared, and suddenly it was running at us. Alice yelped and jumped back in fright.

“NO!” Carlisle bellowed, hurrying towards us. The hooded figure had reached us by then, and I pulled Alice behind me protectively. We could tell now that it was a girl, with pale blonde hair and blood red eyes. She snapped her jaw menacingly and growled.


I was thrown from the flashback abruptly, recognizing the crimson color of his eyes for what they meant. He was a vampire now. His eyes resembled the terrifying hooded figures’ eyes exactly (whom Carlisle had later identified as the Volturi, a powerful vampire family that drank human blood).

“You’re a…a…” I couldn’t manage to say that one word that would sum up his terrifying eyes. He finished for me.

“Yes, Edward. I’m a vampire.” Bella let out a horrified scream and scrambled backwards, away from where he stood.