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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.


68. Chapter 68

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“Aro, I would like to speak with you,” I begin, politely. When one is dealing with Aro, it is always wise to be polite, as he’s insane. One never knows what will set of a burst of rage. His temperament is totally unpredictable, because of the previously mentioned mental instability.

“But of course, dear Bella. But of course. Lovely show last week, by the by.”

I smile and nod. “Thank you.”

“You won by the largest margin ever, I believe.”

“Nothing unusual, for me. Not to sound vain.”

“But you are the best.”

“Aro, I came for a reason.” I try to turn the conversation from myself to what I need to confront him about- carefully, of course. I need to be careful.

“You always have a reason. Do you ever act upon a whim? You are the very opposite of me, Isabella. I am a creature of impulse. You- not so much.”

I laugh at that. The sound is hollow, like me. I find it ironic. Or amusing. I failed that L.A. test. “Very true.”

“What did you want to ask me?”

“About… about Edward.” It’s taken me the twenty years since Emmett’s first visit to work up the guts to ask this. Part of the reason (and I’m ashamed to say it, but a more compelling part than even my fear of Aro) is that I don’t want to say his name. It’s far worse now than it was during those dark months. Now it’s my own fault… I left him. I had to be an idiot and go and do the right thing and it’s cost both of us so much.

And I hate being reminded of it. It hurts so much to think of him, to know I’m probably losing him, no, I’ve probably lost him, and I’m going to get out of here in twenty-three years and he won’t want me…

“What about him?” Aro prods gently.

“Well, I wanted… Emmett said… why can’t he come visit? Just for a few days. An hour. Anything.” I am ashamed again, that it’s begging, that I’m groveling and pleading for something so tiny, that I don’t have the strength to stop myself from it.

“No. I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“Because, my dear Bella, it would… it would decrease your effectiveness. You are something of a legend. Did you know that? I can see from your face you didn’t. No, it’s true. And don’t protest, I’m trying to explain myself. You are a tale. A hero. Vampires all over the world know your name. Isabella Swan, the human who loved a vampire and got herself changed for him. And it isn’t just the romance, though that lends itself nicely to the telling. No, the action, the adventure… and then, add to that the fact that you’re the most fearsome weapon the Volturi has, that you took down the terrible Jane and her brother in a single afternoon… that you defeated Victoria while still a human!”
“That was Edward,” I protest, the first complaint I’ve managed to stutter out.

“Yes, I know… but they don’t. And so much more. Now you’re a heroine again, languishing in this castle, defeating enemies, waiting for a battle and your prince’s return. It is a great story, Bella. A great story, and I so love stories.”

“But why can’t I see Edward?”

Aro sighs. “Don’t you understand?”