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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.


91. Chapter 91

Rating 5/5   Word Count 551   Review this Chapter

Sam nods respectfully at us.

I stand. “Sam… you must be wondering why we’re here.”

“I’m assuming that, since you didn’t bother to show up for Jake’s, it isn’t because of the wedding, is it?”

“Very good,” Carlisle agrees. “You’re absolutely right.”

“So what are you leeches doing, anyway? You gonna move back to Forks? Turn my children into monsters too? Ruin some more lives?”

He sounds bitter. Emily touches his face gently, and he stops ranting.

“No. I… We have to explain, Sam.”

“Yes. Please do.”

His voice is hard, like steel, and I can feel the strength in it. His mind is running on the power, as he whispers to himself, maybe Quil was right and we shouldn’t hate them. Maybe it’s not so bad, this life… I would never have found Emily, if it weren’t for the bloodsuckers. But I don’t want this for more innocent children. It’s too heavy a burden. I won’t watch more lives destroyed because of this.

“We came here to speak to you, and because… you must promise to hear us out entirely. Are you in control?” Carlisle demands. It’s obvious he’s going to lead the negotiations.

That makes sense. I’m not very eloquent, and Edward’s never in control of his temper. Especially where the wolves are concerned.

Sam isn’t offended at the question. “Yes. I no longer phase.”

“Who’s Alpha, then?”

Embry steps forward. “I am.”

I smile and wave at my old friend. Hey, Embry.

“Hi, Bella,” he answers aloud. In his head, he says, Woah. Can you stay out of my brain, Bells?

Sure.

I leave his thoughts. It’s what I’d want. It seems polite, though there are no social conventions for psychic powers.

“I’ll negotiate… speak… with you, then. If you don’t mind?”

Embry and Sam share a look. Sam nods a little and Embry steps forward. “Not at all.”

“We’re here… because you have been threatened.”

“By whom?”

“The Volturi. They sent Edward and Bella… to kill you all.”

Jake starts to shake.

“So that’s why you’re here,” Embry growls.

“No. We’re here to warn you. You need to stay here at least a few more weeks. We’ll tell the Volturi we did as they asked. You can return home when the coast is clear—we’ll alert you.”

Embry grabs Jacob’s arm. He breathes deeply, struggling with his control. “We appreciate that. Why would you risk your lives for us?”

“Bella,” Edward says simply. “I would not watch her hurt you—I’m sure that’s what’s gotten to Jacob’s control. I will not see her soul destroyed by killing her dearest friends. This is easier.”

Embry pauses for a moment, and then nods slowly. “The treaty stands, by the way. Despite this—“ he gestures at me.

“We didn’t change her, actually.”

“I don’t care. Moot point. Thank you for this.”

“Thank you.”

I sigh in relief. Everything really has worked out well, hasn’t it? No one has to die. No one even has to kill.

I hug my friends good-bye, one by one, and jump into Edward’s car, ready to head back home, for Forks and another lie.