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Last time, he had been there to save me. Now, no one was there. I was truly alone... Another accident occurs at Forks High School. Once again, Bella Swan is in harms way. This time, no vampire was there to help. She was on her own, and is now 'awakened' from the numbness. Can she handle what life has to throw at her now? cloakI am working on this again! The next chapter should be up soon!

All charecter belong to Mrs. Meyer, the genious who brought us the world of Twilight...

25. Chapter 25

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“Um…” I said lamely, unsure of what to say.

Edward seemed to be in the predicament I was in, and he looked down at the ground, though I was sure it was more of a wish to be alone than being unsure of what to say.

Beside me, Alice sighed. “Of course, of course. No one wants me here so they can talk alone. I get it, so I’ll just finish up hunting,” she said grumpily, though a hint of a smile played on her lips.

I opened my mouth to protest, but she just winked at me and ran off before I could do anything. She sped off into the trees, and I had half a mind for following. But I thought better of it, and held my ground.

So now Edward and I were both here alone.

I took a deep breath before I could get myself to look up at him. He was watching me intently now, something akin the guilt and anguish in his eyes. I knew that I was the reason for it, and wanted to take it away as fast as I could.

“Edward,” I started, only to be silenced by him moving quickly towards me, until he was only five feet away from me. There was a look of bleak determination on his face now, one that had come alive as I spoke his name? Had he heard what he was looking for in my new voice?

“Bella,” he whispered, him whispering my name sending a warm jolt through me, one that I hadn’t heard since I was a human, still alive and capable of holding emotions, back before he left me in Forks. I looked at him, showing him he had my full attention.

He seemed slightly hesitant, and seemed to change his question right before he spoke. “Have they been treating you well here?” He swallowed once, and some of my old insecurities washed over me, along with a memory of him asking how I could want to be with him.

Instead of just snapping that he knew my power from what Aro had said, and that I knew he loved me and only tried to protect me, and that I forgave him before he even left, and that I still loved him, I went along with what he was doing. If he needed to build up to it, I would let him.

So I nodded my head slightly. “Yes, they treat me just fine. Most of the guard leaves me alone, so that I can grow accustomed to life here, and Heidi helps me with what I need, along with Aro, and sometimes Marcus.”

His face twisted slightly, but it was so quick I couldn’t catch what it showed. His face became a mask yet again, betraying no emotions. I wished I could control myself as well as he could. Any mask I made compared to his was so painfully obvious it was better to express my real emotions.

“That’s good,” he said quietly, looking away into the woods. I wondered where his earlier confidence went. I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off. “Can I just ask you…how the Volturi found you?” The pain was alive in his voice again, and I finally gave in slightly to my want to cheer him up.

I reached up and put my hand gently on his shoulder. A shock went through me at the contact, and from the almost invisible shudder he gave, I knew he felt it too. “Edward, why don’t we walk for a bit? Alice is probably standing in hearing range, bent over trying to hear what we’re saying.” And annoyed snarl was heard in the distance, and I inwardly smiled.

He smirked and nodded. He hesitantly took my hand, and finding no resistance, started leading me away from where his sister stood, further into the woods and away from Volterra.

“Why do you dislike the Volturi so much?” I asked after a long moment of silent walking. It wasn’t exactly important, but it was a question that had been vexing me since he first saw me back in Washington.

His face, which had started to look more calm and peaceful than it had been earlier, darkened, and a low growl built up in his chest. “Isn’t it rather obvious Bella?” he whispered.

“Edward, it was either me dying or them saving me, which included me being changed. Would you rather me be six feet under my father right now?” It came out harder than I meant for it to, and I softened my tone. “And it wasn’t like I had another voice, when they asked if I wanted to be changed and join them. At the time, I thought I didn’t have any other place to go.”

He stopped and stared at me for a moment, searching deeply into my eyes. I wondered vaguely what he was searching for. Truth? Sadness? Love?

He took his hand gently from mine, and put it to my face. I felt my eyes widen slightly, my breathing unnecessarily hitch, and warmth erupt where he touched me. And I’m sure this reaction didn’t go unnoticed, though he didn’t comment.

“What do you mean, ‘at the time’?” he asked softly.

“I mean that now I know that I could—should—have gone to you and your family, should have asked Carlisle to come and get me when I called him right before I was changed,” I told him in the same, soft voice he used.

His golden eyes widened, and he stared at me in shock. “You…want to come…live with us now?” he whispered. And then, before I could reply, his eyes darkened as something occurred to him. “You were changed right after you called Carlisle?” he stormed.

“More or less,” I muttered, slightly afraid of his reaction. I thought Aro had mentioned something about me being turned right away. Had I imagined that, or had Edward, so angry that he would try to fight his family, just not hear it?

His eyes had darkened considerably. “Edward,” I pleaded, putting my hand on top of his. “Please, none of this matters anymore. What’s done is done, and nothing can be done to change that.” Something flashed in his eyes as I spoke, a fierce determination.

“You’re right,” he murmured, before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine.