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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.


70. Chapter 70

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This is sick. Horrible. Terrible. Evil. Awful. Heinous. Twisted. Cruel. Sadistic. Horrific. Terrible. Mean.

Bad.

I’m running out of vocab words here. Let’s leave it at I’m not pleased with Aro at the moment. I think that may be a perfect concise summary of my emotions.

I scream again, wordlessly, and punch the walls. I think the phrase for this reaction is temper tantrum.

How dare he? How dare he? This is my life. This is my heart he’s breaking for fun.

I knew Aro was crazy, but I think he has officially outdone himself.

I’m sure he’ll be pleased. After all, he finds pain amusing.

Isn’t that some kind of mental disorder? Can vampires get mental disorders?

Shouldn’t the other Volturi not let him get away with this?

Or do they share his taste for screwing up people’s lives?

I have to see Edward. I have to- I can’t live without him. It’s just a fact. I need him. I can not live without him in my life. I need to see him, to touch him, to hold him close, to know he’s mine, to love him. It is a need every bit as potent as the old ones for air and water, now superseded by blood.

My love and desire for him is only compounded with how totally pissed I am at the moment. I need to defy Aro almost as much as I need to see Edward.

I have to get out of here. I have to. I can’t live without him. Not for another second.

Just let them try to stop me. I can use my power if I need to. But I won’t. I’m the best warrior of any vampire here. I know that- I’ve taken them all down at one time or another.

I am idly amused by the idea that I am the scariest thing here, that someone as formerly helpless as Bella Swan, a human among vampires, can defeat any one of the royal vampires’ guards with both hands tied behind my back.

It’s rather a satisfying idea.

If they all attack at once, I can use my power, sure. But I won’t need to. I doubt anyone will stop me. They’re all scared.

I killed Jane and Alec, after all.

And besides, they’ll just assume I’m on Aro’s business.

I leave the room quietly, almost tiptoeing. I want to go unnoticed. Though I’m an awful liar, I try to spread a falsehood with my body language. I send a message that I’m not doing anything wrong.

It is believed.

I stop in my room and slip on a long, dark cloak, the classic uniform of the Volturi.

As the garment falls to the floor, past my feet, I permit myself a brief, triumphant, anticipatory smile.

I will see Edward soon.

Then I leave that room also, walking silently through the hallways. No one stops me. I am not prevented.

I slip from the tower, walk freely through the streets, and make it out of the city.

I have shed the cloak and am running from Volterra when I remember.

Alice.