The princess and I
About half a century after Edward's departure, Bella and Edward find themselves in an extemely uncomfortable position, Bella's the bride, but Edward isn't her groom.
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6. Chapter 6: Tragedy
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I was frozen in shock, his warm gold eyes held mine, mesmerizing as they were so long ago. For once in half a century, I felt whole, not healed, but as if the wound that was scarred deeply into my heart had never been of existence.
I looked away, trying helplessly to free my hand from his vice- tight grip. It had never been a problem that I was less a vampire than most, my temperature could pass as human, but so could my speed and strength.
Try as I might, the hardest I could push myself was slightly stronger than the strongest person on earth, or the fastest. This was probably due to the fact that I was gifted with two talents.
The first was well- known in the world of the Volturi, my gift of immunity: creating barriers and those Aro referred to as ‘Nullification zones’ or ‘Power- free areas’. It was the talent that landed me the role of Volturi Princess, or so most thought.
I first discovered my second talent a decade or two after I had taken up my position. It was then I realized that Jasper and I had at least one thing in common, our charismatic appeal.
During my first years as a Volturi, I was always praised to the skies, instead of the self- deprecating way new additions were forced into after relentless mocking by their seniors.
It would take no more than an imbecile to realize the reason behind this distinct act of favoritism. Aside from Jane’s unnerving split of personalities, the one thing which alarmed me more was Demetri’s and Felix’s obvious rivalry for my affections.
This gift was more of a curse, but it had never really bothered me. As I was hardly in need of ‘vampiric abilities’, this ‘gift’ was the reason behind my lack of vampirism, my senses remained dull, and so did my appetite. Although, thankfully, my youth remained untouched by my still humane traits.
It had worked in my favor, for I was not quite looking forward to the incapacitating bloodlust, or having the revolting smell of rust and salt linger in my mouth for any longer than a second.
Yet, it was this ‘gift’ that I blamed, as I pulled with all my strength. My efforts were futile, for Edward reeled me in with barely any effort on his part.
“I know you remember me.”
I glared at him, my lips pressed in a tight line. It was exactly how the Volturi princess should act, would act.
He smiled his breathtaking crooked grin, “I know you do.”
“And what makes you think so?” I asked through stiff lips.
Edward held out a pair of red tinted circles for my inspection, chuckling softly under his breath. Shocked, the surprise broke through my pretenses.
I gasped, “My contacts!”
“Please enlighten me, why would the legendary Volturi princess feel the need to wear red- tinted contacts?” his eyes danced with good humor.
I inhaled deeply, mentally preparing myself for the lies, “That, Mister Cullen, is for me to know and for you to find out. Now, if you don’t mind, would you please return them to me?”
Edward paused, deliberating with a wicked glint in his eyes.
My eyes narrowed. I knew I should never have invited them, but the idea of seeing the Cullens again… … It was impossible to resist. Now that I had, I wanted, more than ever, to be a part of their family.
He did not want me, I reminded myself, he would never want me, had never wanted me. It was all a game for him, no more than a simple game. Still, I would never want anyone but him, not even Demetri, my husband- to- be.
Furthermore, the Volturi would never allow that to happen. I could only imagine what they would do to the Cullens. The very thought of it horrified me, seeing dear Alice under Jane’s torturous smile. I would be a monster to put anyone through that, best to lie and get this over with.
“I’m sorry, Mister Cullen. I have no time for childish games. Now, if you excuse me, I have to get back to my wedding preparations.”
Edward’s face twisted in agonized realization, twisting my insides along with it.
“Bella, you are getting married?”
I shrugged, trying to mask my pain with surprise, “I’m sure Jane has clarified that with you on her visit.”
Without another word, I flitted out of the room silently, afraid that my heart would love. I ran, feeling the wind in my face, I could only make a pathetic attempt at pretending not to know them. For inside my empty, betrayed excuse of a heart, I was only able to find my burning lovefor him, for them.
How was it possible, that after half a century, he was the only one I yearned for, his arms were the only place I truly belonged in, and his smile was the only remedy to my broken heart?
I was hopelessly blinded by the tragedy known as ‘love’.
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