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Dream's Shadow

Summary:
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!

Notes:
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.

67. Chapter 67

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He circles me, blood-red eyes boring into mine. I treat him to a glittering smile.

His eyes fade out, unfocus. I lunge close to him, and he swings back for a punch. Nimbly, I dodge it, catching his still off-balance foot and sliding it back. He falls, and then clambers to his feet.

I don’t allow time for recovery. As he shakes, I prepare for my attack.

I spring at him, shoving him into the wall. He gasps for breath and slumps to the floor.

“Mercy,” he whimpers.

“No.” I smile bitterly and leave him there, turning to the watching crowd. “Well?”

“You win, dear Bella.”

As always. I nod to Aro, who gives me a wink.

I have triumphed in yet another training exercise- training which I’ve failed to use in any way whatsoever.

Until now. In two weeks, I have been informed I’ll be needed to go quash a rebellion. I’m almost excited. It’s been twenty years. The most exciting thing that’s happened is Emmett dropping by once in a while. Jasper spends most of his time visiting Alice in whatever Godforsaken hellhole they’ve jammed her in, so I’m alone.

I enjoy fighting the Volturi. It makes me feel stronger than I’ve ever felt before. My newborn strength- and mindless bloodlust- has faded. I can stand the occasional human company. But I’m still tempted.

And I can still defeat full-grown well-trained vampires.

Felix stands bitterly. “Good bout, Bella.”

“I certainly think so.” I grin at him. “I am so glad you enjoyed being defeated.”

I make no attempt to befriend the Volturi. They are not my friends. They are a group of enemies with whom I am forced to spend large amounts of my time, and nothing more.

I tolerate them. And nothing more.

My real friends, my real family, is currently torn across the world, bleeding for lack of solidarity. But we’ll be together… in thirty years. Until then, I have a vampiric menace to defeat, apparently.

Joy. I’m sure that should be fun.

I have never used my power in fighting. It seems sort of like cheating… but if it was my life or someone else’s, I would absolutely choose my own. I have Edward to live for. He is so much more valuable than anyone and anything else, so I will gladly put aside morals, values, anything for him.

And he wants me, or at least Emmett always says he does. In my long years of empty rumination, I find myself wondering if I does, if he even can. Maybe, he is most unlike me. He is enjoying this separation, and instead of counting down the days, dreading the time when he has to see me.

It seems likely. But Emmett is not the lying type.

So I can pray the unlikely is true, and Edward remains mine.

What I wouldn’t give… there is nothing, nothing I wouldn’t give.

I leave the room without a further word. I am alone, as always, and I shudder to think this confinement of lonesomeness may never end.