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Into the Dark

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Bella's worries about not having a power are laid to rest. Unfortunately, her power is turning her into a monster she never thought she would become. UPDATED CHAPTER 5- "DARK HOUR" IS NOW UP!!!!!! R&RDisclaimer I own a horse, a car, and a laptop. That's it.


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3. Chapter 2- Afraid of the Dark

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My eyes remained glued on Carlisle, who was strangely uneasy. Carlisle was always the one I counted on, besides Esme, to be calm and steady in a situation. After an agonizing millisecond my knee started to bounce as well. Edward's grip on my side tightened, both of us bouncing impatiently in our seat. Spit it out. He looked nervously from Edward to me, then back at Edward, than back at me again. As he opened his mouth, I felt Alice's firm hand on my knee and holding it down.

"Districtus Affectus Imperium." Carlisle whispered each word slowly and accurately in faultless Latin. I had taken Latin in 9th grade but my memory of my previous life failed me. I couldn't understand a single word he said. I only knew that it wasn't desirable, because the moment he finished the third word, Alice's hand clamped down on my knee so hard it surely would have been broken if I were human. Before I could move her hand away, my attention was grabbed by a sharp inhale from Edward, his index finger and thumb immediately going to the bridge of his nose, his eyes squeezed shut. My eyes searched around the room frantically in search of a family member that would translate for me.

Apparently they all knew what this was. It seemed they were all speaking to Edward, in their thoughts. Even Rosalie who resented my transformation was sitting at Emmett's side, seemingly sympathetic, while Emmett clenched his jaw and expelled a few unnecessary breaths rather harshly. Jasper paced the room and tried to control the heavy air, absorbing as much of the anxiety and nervous energy as he could. I couldn't take it anymore. Even Esme was unnerved. Esme was always the rock. Esme was the one that stayed calm and reassuring during the rapids, for the rest of the family.

"What? Someone please tell me." My shaky and quiet voice nearly got caught in my throat, coming out in intervals of insecure chokes. Alice's lips were pulled tightly into a straight line and she shot a look to Carlisle, who silently asked Edward's permission before answering me. If I could still pass out, now would be the time. An imaginary corset bound my ribs to my lungs and I couldn't breathe.

"Districtus Affectus Imperium." As he repeated the name of my power, Edward tightened his hold on me even more. "Severe Emotion Control. Bella, what you have is a highly, highly intensified version of Jasper's power. You have a very strong control over your emotions. You cannot control the emotions of others, but you can manipulate your own emotions to suit the conditions of your environments." I raised my eyebrows in shock. That's it? That was what they were worried about? I could control my emotions. Good, now maybe I wouldn't be such a mess.

"Well, that's good. I won't be so nasty anymore because I can control it." I looked to Edward with hopeful eyes, only to be met with a pained expression. He shook his head, a piece of his tousled hair falling over his forehead. I gently put it back into place and rested my hand on his chest. "That's not all, is it?" Carlisle shook his head in affirmation and shifted his weight from one foot to the other, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against the door.

"No, it's not. Your emotions are far more concentrated than Jasper's. When you switch your emotions on and off, you will ultimately be switching personalities on and off. Whichever emotion you chose will completely envelop you and it could be dangerous. If for some reason you forced yourself into anger, you will undoubtedly be turned into something unstoppable. A killing machine, if you will. You would become unstoppable to any force. Another vampire would have no chance against you." I flinched at that. A killing machine? Me? 5'4 and 115 pounds on a fat day. Yes, I was stronger than a speeding train, but I still couldn't believe I would be a killing

machine.

My chest began to heave and I felt Edward's hand on mine. I had ripped a hole in his shirt while hearing the news from Carlisle and he was gently prying my fingers from the damaged cloth. Our eyes met and I stared into his, looking for some reassurance in his topaz eyes only to see pain and worry. His hands went to the sides of my face and he cradled me gently.

"Oh, Edward. I don't want this. This isn't what I wanted." I was shaking my head despite Edward's hands and my voice began to shake. Alice's soothing hand rubbing my back was a nice sentiment but I couldn't help but panic. Edward brought my face to his and he rested his cheek against my temple, embracing me in a tight hug.

"It will be alright, my Bella. You will train and learn how to control it. You will be fine, nothing bad is going to happen." I was unconvinced.

I looked down at Alice on the floor and silently begged for something, though I wasn't sure what. Just an answer, a hint, anything. She placed her hand gently on my knee and forced a small, apologetic smile. I felt Edward shift slightly and I turned to look at him. I hadn't seen him so worried before and that scared me more than anything.

"Edward, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happ-"

"No, Bella. You have nothing to be sorry for. Everything will be alright."

"Then why are you shaking, Edward?" I whispered up into his ear softly even though every vampire in the room could hear me. Edward was trembling beneath me, from his cheek pressed to my temple to his thigh under me. I squeezed my eyes shut and blinked back invisible tears, inhaling deeply against his skin. I felt a momentary wash of calm and I pressed myself closer to him. Edward regained composure and held me out away from his body. Carlisle confirmed my suspicion that they had yet to tell me everything about my power.

"Your power is extremely rare and complex. Because of the intensity of your emotions, your power needs time to mature. During the maturing period, you are temporarily Bipolar in a sense. Your emotions go through sporadic intervals of expression. Whether you chose to or not, each of your emotions will be acutely strong at random times and take over your body. When you feel that impulse to tear someone life from limb, that is an "episode". This maturing period, that you are going through right now...it may last anywhere from eight months to six years. You have yet to feel the full extent of your emotions. You are in the very early stages of maturing." Carlisle gave me a small smile that did not reach his eyes, more of a formality in such an eerie situation, that turned out to be more of a grimace. My eyes widened as every word that he said registered in my brain.

Eight months to six years? There was a possibility that I could be a monster, out of control and wreaking havoc on my family for six years. So that's why my family was so upset. I would continue to be a burden on them for up to six more years. Edward knew he would have to baby me, make sure he didn't upset me, treat me like a child. He would have to completely give up his life for a possible six long years. Now I understood why Edward had been shaking and his eyes were so distant. My husband hadn't been upset, he was angry, and understandably so. He should just leave me now. Before it gets bad. I love him far too much. Pack his bags an-

"Isabella Marie Cullen, I know what you are thinking. And if I ever catch you thinking something like that again I promise you, there will be consequences." Edward's hands clamped down and he forced my head in his direction, his smoldering topaz irises burning through mine. I shook my head. I began to shake just as he had before, only this time I was shaking from tears. Dry, unsatisfying tears. How could he still love me? He heard Carlisle. Bipolar for up to six years. I would suffer from extreme irritability, jump from one idea to another...not to mention the aggression, pessimism, depression, and the occasional irritatingly happy mood.

"E-Edward you can't read my m-mi-nd. You don't kn-n-o-w what I w-was thinking." I forced out a coherent sentence in between my sobs. My frigid skin burned beneath his touch, scorching me from my toes to my scalp. His thumbs stroked my cheeks, then traced the outline of my nose, traveling down to outline my lips.

"I may not be able to hear your thoughts but I know my wife. And I know my wife well enough to know that she was thinking I am better off without her."

"Oh, Bella no! Nobody is going anywhere and we're all going to help you. Jazz knows how to train you. It's going to be fine, Bella. I would know. And besides, every time you tear your clothes apart in a fit of rage, we get to buy new ones!" Alice tapped her slender index finger on her temple and smiled indignantly. How I would ever be able to repay Alice for her friendship was beyond me. Even though my future was hopeless Alice calmed my nerves. Edward released me and I turned around so that my back was to Edward but I was still perched on his lap. His wide palm rested on my back. I looked about the room to see the hope in my family members. Jasper was helping, of course, since there was no way they would possibly be so understanding after hearing the news. I turned my head sharply at the feel of Emmett's hand gripping my shoulder.

"Don't worry, Bell. It'll be cool. We'll all help. Even Rose. Hey! Maybe we'll get lucky and this whole Bipolar thing will make you stumble around again. It'll be like old times. I wouldn't mind some falling and stumbling." He knew that it was serious and dangerous, and still, he was reassuring me. Emmett nudged a falsely excited Rosalie and she nodded. The gorgeous smile that graced her flawless face was about as real as mine had been when I tried to convince Charlie I was fine when Edward left. I didn't blame her and I wasn't surprised. The only thing stopping Rosalie from killing me then was the fact that I was ten times stronger than her, and the fact that if she got me angry I would supposedly turn into a "killing machine". I was a little curious as to how effective I would be as a weapon but decided against testing it out at that time.

Edward stood and carried me into our bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed with me still in his lap. After I stopped crying, or however close I could get to crying, I stood up and smoothed out my shirt. Edward stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder while kissing my neck softly. I turned in his arms and rested my head against his marble chest and wrapped my arms around his waist. I took comfort in the feel of our bodies molded together. It felt so right, so perfect. We belonged together no matter what. Our bodies were made to compliment each others. Edward rested his cheek on top of my head and swayed with me gently while rubbing soothing circles on my back. Nothing he could do though would stop my mind from swimming with questions. He felt my tension and pulled away to look at me.

"Bella, love, what is it? I know it was a lot for you to take in. You must have some questions." I felt his hands massaging my back still, and it did help me calm down and organize my thoughts.

"Well, yes. Ummm.." I had no idea where to start. "First, how did you all know my power was bad before Carlisle told me about it?"

"It was thought to be a legend, Districtus Affectus Imperium. We've heard about it before but it always seemed impossible. Nobody has heard of the power showing itself in over 200 years. Carlisle hasn't been able to figure out why, but I suppose he will be asking to perform a few tests on you." He chuckled softly and the sound made my insides flutter. Ok, so it was supposed to be a legend. The maturing period seemed to put everyone on edge. What had the legends said? What will I be like? Well, I guessed not too different than my horrible self as I was. My mind raced and I couldn't seem to put together a solid question. Frustrated, I sighed and replaced my head on Edward's chest. It hurt to think that I would get worse than I was now. Edward was too good and too perfect for me and I only repaid him by having violent fits of rage.

"I don't even know what to think. How can this be OK? I'm going to be so dangerous for so long." Edward's chest rose with a sigh beneath my head. His arms unwound from my waist and he gentle hands caressed the sides of my face to tilt my head up to look at him.

"Bella, whatever it is, we will be together. I will always love you more than anything else. You are my entire existence and I walk this planet for no other reason than you. Your mood swings are hardly powerful enough to sway my love for you and I will remain by your side through everything. Please, Bella, don't be upset. I said forever and I meant it." With that he softly pressed his lips to mine in a tender kiss. My heart soared at his words and besides his vows, I had never heard anything more beautiful. Without even thinking, my arms snaked around his neck and pulled me closer to him. Suddenly the kiss was no longer tender but raging with desire and passion. I glued my body to the front of his and he groaned at the contact. God, what he did to me. I felt every nerve in my body tingle and dance with anticipation as Edward laid me back on our bed. I grinned wickedly against his lips and felt him do the same. He pulled away and breathed huskily into my ear.

"You know, Mrs. Cullen, a common symptom of Bipolar Disorder is provocative behavior. What do you say we explore your symptoms a little further?" I couldn't help but giggle before shivering as his fingers danced across my bare stomach, my shirt bunched up above my belly button.

"Hmmm, you do know a lot about medicine Mr. Cullen. Maybe you should do a little research." He chuckled before dipping his head back down to kiss me heatedly. With every soft brush of his fingertips, every kiss from his teasing lips, my chest fluttered and I relished the feeling of loving Edward as much as I did. Still, in the back of my mind, I couldn't help but wonder how long it would be before I wanted to kill him again.