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History Repeats Itself

FINAL CHAPTER AND ORIGIONAL ENDING POSTED!! History has a tendancy to repeat, whether we like it or not. We all know what happened in New Moon, Edward left Bella. What if they meet again in the future and Bella is a vampire that goes by Abi White? Will he find out her true identity, and if he does, will she take him back?


9. Prom Night

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I’d held out through the few weeks between spring break and prom. I knew, as much as I hated parties, that I’d have fun tonight. Edward may be lying, he may hate me, but I didn’t care. I loved him too much.

Alice had insisted on dressing me up when I’d admitted I didn’t have a plan for my hair and accessories. I sat quietly in her bathroom while Alice and Kimmy argued and fussed over the state of my hair. When they’d curled and pinned to their hearts’ content, Alice brought out a whole bunch of necklaces, bracelets, and earrings that matched my dress. She had tried to ask my opinion of them, but it ended up as a conversation between her and Kimmy about which made my golden eyes look better. I was happy to tune them out. I silently admitted to myself that Alice did have hair styling skills, and coming to her was a great idea.

At that moment, Rosalie burst through the door. “Guess what?” she shouted, looking like she was about to cry. “I found as old picture from prom, and I looked way better than I do now. Help me!”

Alice looked at me warily. “I’d hate to leave a job unfinished…”

I stood up. “No, I’m fine. You can work your magic on Rosalie.”

I decided I’d hang out with Emmett and Jasper downstairs until it was time to go. Blindly, I ran down the stairs and crashed into Edward. I stumbled backwards and grabbed the railing, but Edward fell backwards down the stairs. Emmett, who had witnessed the whole even, burst out laughing.

“Oh! Sorry!” I called down to Edward who was staring at me. “Um, Edward, What’s wrong?”

“You look so beautiful,” he whispered, still staring.

“Oh, uh, well… thanks.” I stuttered, “You look really nice too.” Edward was wearing a tux that made his skin seem to shine in contrast with the black. He looked at his own outfit doubtfully, and then returned to staring at me. I smiled shyly.

“Um...” I couldn’t think of anything to say under his intense gaze. I walked down the stairs self-consciously.

“May I have the honor of taking you to this dance?” He held out his arm.

“Sure,” I smiled and took it.

In the car, I stared out the passenger window. I had to admit, I was happy, happier than I’d been in 60 years. Could we go on like this? He would eventually figure it out, wouldn’t he? Would he leave again? No, that can’t happen again. How could I ever hope to prevent it? Leave now the smarter part of my brain said. The rest of me rejected that idea entirely. No way. But you handled it once before. No! You have to, or he might be the one leaving you. Leaving would be better than that. NO!

“We’re here,” Edward announced, pulling my mind out of the internal battle. Edward looked at me and smiled his dazzling crooked smile. Even the logical part of my mind had to admit that it didn’t look like he was leaving any time soon.

When we walked onto the dance floor, dozens of eyes shot to us and stayed there. A slightly fast paced song started and Edward and I were whirling. It was an amazing feeling, even better than the last prom we’d attended together. I felt proud to be dancing with him, and worthy of standing by his side, looking like I belonged there. The song ended and many pairs of eyes were still on us. I blinked, savoring the moment. Then, Edward grabbed my hand and took me outside.

I followed him without much thought, still lost in the happiness of the moment. Outside, we watched the sun sink just below the horizon, ducking under the clouds to peek out at us for a moment.

“Twilight again,” Edward murmured, turning back to me. “Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.”

I gasped as a wave of deja vu hit me. That was what Edward had said 60 years ago.

He looked at my expression and narrowed his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I turned to face the darkening sky, but he refused to let me off so easily. He leaned over, staring strait into my eyes.

“I’ve wanted to talk to you about this for a long time. I know you only went to prom with me because you felt sorry for me, but I have to tell you. I love you. I love you more than anyone. I swear to never leave you. I love you even more than I ever loved Bella. Please, just tell me how you feel in return.”

I stared into his eyes. All I wanted to do was shout “Yes! Yes, I love you too!” but some part of me held me back. I felt like at any moment this wonderful dream would come crashing down or I’d come out of some crazy hallucination. I poked myself behind my back. It felt real, and if it wasn’t, too bad.

“Edward,” I began. “I-”

I never got to finish because Edward pulled me into a kiss. It was the most amazing kiss I’d ever had. Edward wasn’t holding back, like he had always done when I was human. It was a full on kiss, full of love. I don’t know how long we stood there kissing, but I know that when he pulled away it had been much too short.

“There,” he muttered. “No matter what you say, I can remember that forever.”

“Whoa! TMI!” a voice behind us called. I recognized the scent immediately. Edward spun around.

“What?” he asked, looking confused, then angry. “What’re you-” Edward turned to look at me, and more anger flashed across his face. I could guess what it was about. Jacob knew who I was, and Edward could read minds. No!

I looked between the two of them, horrified. Then, acting on instinct, I spun around and took off into the woods behind the school. My dress getting snagged on branches, but I didn’t care. I ignored the door to my house and merely crashed through the door.

“Abi?” Heather asked, “What are you doing home so early? Why did you break the door?”

“No reason.” I said, avoiding her gaze.

“Oh, alright, if… if you’re sure its nothing.” She looked concerned.

I made my way up the stairs to my room and started packing. I had to leave now.

Edward knows I’m Bella, so he doesn’t love me anymore. He doesn’t love me. I have to go. He doesn’t love me. He’ll leave again. He doesn’t love me. He doesn’t love me. My mind was like a broken record. He doesn’t love me.

I threw a random assortment of clothes into a bag and changed into normal clothes. I held up my dress, thought for a moment, and then stuffed it into the trash.

I hurried down the stairs and was halfway out the door when Heather stopped me.

“Abi, where are you going?” She asked from behind me.

I turned around and childishly said “nowhere.”

“Sweetie, what happened? Was it Edward?”

“Kinda,” I admitted.

“Well, I wanted to wait until you got home from prom and everything but Michael and I have considered moving in with the Cullens.”

I stared at her. “You didn’t ask me?”

“I thought we’d surprise you…” she looked like she was begging me to accept and be pleased with the idea.

“No,” I said, pronouncing every syllable clearly. “We can not move in with the Cullens.”

“But they offered and we already said yes. You can’t control the family’s decision,” heather told me, her voice rising. “We are moving in with them.”

I stared at her angrily. Then I turned around and muttered “If my coven wants to live where I don’t, I’ll let them. I’m leaving!” and I took off into the woods.

“Abi-” I heard Heather call. I ignored her and kept running. My feet took me to La Push, where no other vampire could follow me. Before I had reached the border, a pale white hand shot out and grabbed me.

“Abi! Don’t cross the border! The wolves will kill you!” Edward looked desperate.

I was confused at why he called me Abi if he knew I was Bella, but I wouldn’t give him the chance to ask about the truth.

“No they won’t.” I pushed past him, or tried to anyway.

“Wait a-” He began, grabbing my arm.

“Go away!” I shouted, wrenching my arm out of his grasp. If I had to leave, I wouldn’t let him break my heart first. I crossed the border as fast as I could, and for a moment Edward looked as though he were about to follow me but he settled for staring hopelessly after me. He had a treaty to uphold and so did my family if they were really moving in with the Cullens. I had nothing tying me to anything except the promise I made of saying good-bye to Jacob before I left.