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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.

77. Chapter 77

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And then back. “Wait, Bella. Just one thing… may I come with you, to speak to Aro? May I stay with you for just that little while?”

He’s begging me. And it’s such a small thing. And I want more than anything to be with him, even if it’s only for one more second.

“Yes… if I can get us in.”

He positively grins. “Thank you, my love.”

“My pleasure.”

Suddenly light-hearted, he takes my hand and pulls me along with him. I speak, totally confidant, to the receptionist. “I’m coming in, Eleanor. Isabella Swan and mate. Alert Aro.”

“You’re not supposed… to…” she begins, haltingly.

I look at Edward, and he growls. The sound crackles over the intercom. The young woman gasps. “Come on in,” she enthuses. As long as we don’t kill her, I’m sure we’ll be welcomed with open arms. They really need to find a less wimpy person for this job, or they’ll find themselves murdered by werewolves in the night.

Well, it’s not my problem. We brush past the girl, still hand in hand. He practically giggles. “This is kind of fun.”

“What, endangering our lives?”

“No, breaking the rules. Bit of a rush, don’t you think?”

I laugh too. “Now that we’re together, maybe.”

I pull him into a gray-walled stone room. Aro is waiting, of course. His hands are steepled contemplatively, his chin resting on his fingertips. “Why, hello, Isabella, Edward. What a lovely surprise!”

Is he insane, or just deeply strange? I sigh. “Hello, Aro.”

“I don’t recall inviting you into my city, young man. Not to be rude, of course.”

Edward bows. “My apologies, sir. I was concerned about my fiancée. Can you blame me?”

His eyes glint. “You missed her this much? Enough to endanger your life, the life of your sister, her life?”

Edward does not raise his head. It’s no longer a respectful gesture, but one of shame. “Yes. I did.”

Aro grins and claps his hands, unable to restrain his enthusiasm. “Lovely!”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, I am pleased to see the effectiveness of my experiment.”

“Pardon?” Edward says.

“Isabella did not explain it to you?” I shake my head. “Very well, I shall. Your Bella is here, son of my friend, for a reason… a most particular reason. I have noticed that you two share… love. True. Strong. And exceptional. That you could overcome the call of her blood to love her in such a way, and to choose a human as your mate. Such things I have never seen. And yet… your happiness, an ending to the drama of your story, seemed close. Perilously close. So I took it open myself, young Edward, to play the villain, to add another chapter to your tale.”

Edward grimaces. I can see the anger on his face. I’m not surprised at his response—it is the same as mine was. “A game, Aro?”

“A great and beautiful game.” He smiles. “And now, my friend, you shall play another part in it. I’m terribly glad you joined us here today, because it gives me a whole new tale to tell.”