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Dream's Shadow

This is my take on the over- and usually poorly- done plot. Edward leaves Bella again. She is changed and they meet again in the future. There will be a big twist! Requested by Iris. Banner by Iris!

Try it! I know stories like this usually stink, but I thought I'd give it a try. I own nothing. Stephenie Meyer owns all.

38. Chapter 38

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Edward’s face is the first and last thing I shall ever see. His eyes bore into my soul, and his lips whisper my name. “Bella…”

I throw my arms around his neck. “Edward. I’m alive.”

I can feel the smile on his lips as I taste them. “I’ve noticed…”

Promise me you’ll never leave me again.

He does. Even though my power is useless against his impenetrable mind, even though our love somehow forms a barrier, I can sense him make that promise, his lips swearing it against mine… forever, forever…

Although I can’t ask him for it, I know he would assure me, and that is almost as good as actually hearing the words.

Finally, Esme and Emmett run up, followed by the others. This forces Edward and I to part. His family’s interference works just as well as my old need to breathe once did. I am slightly embarrassed by just how much I want to hold onto him despite their appearance. I sigh at the need for us to part.

This isn’t the most horrid of our partings, despite the acute physical need that increases. However, there are more important matters to be attended to now. We have to ascertain it will be safe to stay here keeping my love beside me forever. The only thing that matters is our safety, our unity. I don’t care about anything else. If I’m with him, I’m happy.

I guide them through the door, and one by one the faces of my family follow me while they walk past me, their eyes on mine, heads lowering in something like a bow. The beautiful faces of the people I love respect me as they file past. It is a brilliant feeling, like I’ve finally done something commendable, like I am the equal of my family at long last. I smile at them.

“Come on in. There’s some people waiting for us.”

“I don’t see why we should go talk to those traitors,” Emmett grumbles.

“Cut them a break. They feel really bad…” Esme cautions. Always the sympathetic one, my mother.

Rosalie’s thoughts were unbecoming. They featured mainly on the vanity, that she was more fair than these most famed seductresses. I almost found myself loathing her until I found a route cause for her nastiness… when they’d first met, Kate had taken it upon herself to seduce Emmett. She hadn’t succeeded, but Rosalie was afraid.

Jasper is planning battles in his head. He wants to figure out how a lone newborn defeated such aged vampires as Jane and Alec. I explain, mentally, how they came at me one by one and Alec was too busy grieving to use his powers.

He nods.

Carlisle is planning how to mend the relationship. “All this time,” he says, aloud for everyone’s benefit, “I’ve wanted to turn others to our way of life. And now I find our only allies easily slip back into killing.”

“Not so easily.” I relay the idea of Irena’s grief and Tanya’s furious rejection. He still doesn’t sympathize, so I add the words, If someone mocked your friend and killed Esme, what would you do?

It is cruel, but I’ve already committed two murders today. A clean conscience isn’t precisely on the docket.

Carlisle gasps, and then passes the thought, Oh. That is all it takes.

I lead the way into the living room where the others await.