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Liar

Summary:
Bella Swan is in a very tight spot. On one side is her coven, the vampires who saved her life. On the other are the werewolves she has come to befriend. She herself is a vampire, but that doesn't change anything-to her. When more and more things start to pile up in Bella's life, will she be able to handle it? Or will she crack from it all and reveal the truth? The sequel to Faker. Banner by the one and only Iris!


Notes:
So, this is the sequel to Faker! I hope you enjoy this!


13. Chapter 13

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Chapter 13

Edward practically carried me down the dark alley way. He was going so fast even Alice was having trouble catching up with him. He clearly didn’t want to be here anymore.

“Alice, go get a car,” Edward muttered when we reached a fork. We went one way and Alice went the other.

I didn’t understand why we were getting ourselves lost in this dark maze. It would be easier just to go to the wall, and to jump over it quickly before anyone would be able to see us.

“Where are we going?” I whispered after a few minutes of walking quickly. My arm actually was starting to hurt from how hard he was pulling on it. I was really glad I wasn’t a human.

“There’s a small door in the back of the city that the Volturi use to get in and out without letting humans see them. Alice is going to meet us there with a car,” he told me. I nodded, and stored that information away.

I was starting to feel worried we wouldn’t get there ever. And that fact startled me. I hadn’t felt worry for anything in awhile. All the normal emotions I kept locked up usually were coming back, and they were strong.

I assumed it was because of the state I was in when I was changed. I had been sick and close to death. Part of me even embraced the fact that I might die. It would take away the agony of living.

But then I was changed. I was turned into a unique and strong vampire. The pain was still there, though. It was worse now, even. It had been magnified to an unbearable level. I had had to lock away any powerful emotion to reduce the pain. Almost everything I had felt for the past few months had only been fractions of what my real feeling were. I was feeling overwhelmed at the rush I was in.

We had reached the wall now, and Edward towed me through the narrow passageway out of Volterra. It was so insignificant I wouldn’t have even noticed it unless Edward pointed it out to me. The door was made of the same stone, and it was almost impossible to make out the line where the door was cut out from. It was either really old, or very well hidden.

“Come on,” he murmured to me, his velvet voice anxious. I could tell he really wanted to get out of the city.

We stepped into a flat, deserted plain. No humans were in sight, which was good. Edward’s skin was sparkling brilliantly in the light.

A single dark car waited for us. We quickly walked over to it. I felt some sadness that the fast Porsche was now unavailable.

Edward sat down next to me in the backseat, to my surprise. He didn’t need to protect me anymore.

I banished the thought from my mind, and just breathed in his scent for the trip to Florence.

When we arrived there, Alice bought Edward a new shirt to wear. While he went to change, she turned to me.

“Do you want anything to eat?” She asked. I shook my head, and she sighed. “It’s no problem Bella. You need to eat something.”

“No, really, I’m fine. I’m not hungry at all,” I said. I wasn’t lying. I was a little thirsty, but what could I do about that? I wasn’t as bad as Edward. His eyes were black as night.

She looked like she wanted to argue, but Edward walked over. He shook his head lightly at her, for which I was grateful. I didn’t want to walk around with human food sitting in my stomach for a few hours.

While we waited for our flight to be called, I battled with internal conflicts. I wanted so badly to talk to Edward alone, but I was also afraid to be alone with him. My dead heart could take so much before it just disintegrated.

“Edward?” I asked timidly. My curiosity won out over my fear. A side effect of being a vampire. You had to know all the information.

He looked at me curiously. There was an underlying emotion that was hard to read. Was it anxiousness or tension? “Yes?” He asked.

“Can I speak with you alone for a moment?” I asked, looking down. I couldn’t look at his face anymore. I needed to stay coherent.

“Of course,” he replied. There it was again. He was trying to hide it, but there was another emotion kept hidden in his voice. I could tell he wasn’t tense or anxious. It was almost as if he were cautious, afraid. But I had never known him to be scared of anything.

We walked into an empty room for people when many flights got delayed. I turned on the lights, and took a deep breath. Then I turned to look at Edward.

The emotion he had hidden from me was clear on his face. It was fear, but it was mixed with love, and relief. I stared at him in shock until he pulled me into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry Bella. I’m sorry. I’m so glad that you’re safe…” he said, and I could hear relief seeping through his voice.

Of course he was glad I was safe. He didn’t need to feel guilty about anything now. I wasn’t dead—in the sense he thought, though he wasn’t supposed to find out about that—and now he could go on with his existence.

He pulled back when I stiffened from the pain of his leaving again. He looked at me, and anguish covered the happiness.

I shook my head. “Sorry,” I apologized. I missed his arms being around me. I felt safe and whole. I looked down at the floor, waiting for him to remind me it was over, that he didn’t care for me the way I cared for him.

“What do have to apologize for?” He demanded. I looked up at him. He looked angry suddenly. “You’re not the one who came to Italy to die without checking the facts. You didn’t lead others to their potential doom because of your mistakes.”

It was odd. He used to be the one to always stay calm while I got emotional. Now it was the other way around.

“You did nothing wrong, Edward. Except come to Italy. No matter what happens, you can’t just do that! Who cares if something happened to me? Things happen to me all the time! But you can’t try to kill yourself over something stupid I might have done. Think about what that would do to your family. They would be devastated! You can’t let your guilt make decisions for you!” I started out calm, but all of the worries pent up inside me came out, and I became more emotional as I went on.

He stared at me in shock for a moment, as if he couldn’t believe what just came out of my mouth. Then he shook his head, and he looked upset again.

“Isabella Marie Swan. Do you think I would kill myself only because I felt guilty?” he demanded in a low voice.

I cocked my head in confusion. “Why else?” I asked, uncomprehending. I couldn’t understand what other reason there could be. Unless…

“I came here because I believed you were dead. When Rosalie told me you jumped off a cliff, I didn’t think, obviously. I just got on a plane, and went to see the Volturi. I should have called Alice, but she would have stopped me.”

His face was so sad that I ached to comfort him. This wasn’t like with my siblings or with Jake. I actually needed to free him of pain or I would hurt too. I loved him too much.

I only shook my head though. It wasn’t my place to comfort him. “I still don’t understand. Why would it matter if I was dead?”

He stared at me for a long moment. “Do you remember anything I told you before?” He finally asked.

I nodded. It was pretty hard to forget with my memory. “I remember everything that you’ve told me,” I told him. Especially the words that proved the rest false. They were the most fresh in my mind.

Pain crossed his face again. “I can’t believe you actually believed me,” he groaned quietly.

“What?”

He stared deep into my eyes, right into my soul. My thoughts began to get dizzy. I couldn’t believe he could still dazzle me.

“Bella, I left because I wanted to protect you,” he whispered. My mind began to blank out. “I wanted to save you from the danger I gave you! I thought if I left, you would be save and move on. But then you go and become friends with werewolves, and jump off cliffs! I thought you would be safe, but instead you’re in even more danger now than before!” He sounded so sad and desperate, and I take his hands in mine.

He looks at me for half a moment. In that short second, I saw something change in his eyes. The despair was replaced by a look I never thought I would see there again. Love, affection, passion, all mixed into the look he only gave me.

I only had half a second to notice this, though. If I were human, I probably wouldn’t have been able to even see it. His lips came down on mine, and I melted into his embrace.

All of my feelings went haywire in that moment. This was the first kiss I ever had in my new life. All the sparks, all the passion were magnified to levels higher than ever before.

I kissed with as much passion as I could, and he did the same. When he pulled away, I knew I couldn’t doubt him ever. The love I saw there showed me the truth. He really did love me. He left me to save me. He went through the same hell I did while we were apart.

He looked like he was about to say something when our flight was announced on the speakers. He sighed, and put an arm around my waist. He towed me to the plane, and I was suddenly looking forward to the long flight ahead of us.