Thicker than Blood
AU. Best friends are forever, but when Elizabeth's best friend disappears, the entire world will never be the same, and forever takes on a whole new meaning. Bella Swan
born in 1881
body never recovered How will the story change??
This was the Challenge by lions_lambs
7. A blink of hope
Rating 5/5 Word Count 1034 Review this Chapter
“Who are you?” I winced at his tone, trying to shield my face away from his grimacing teeth, teeth that could rip my head off of my body in a mere motion of his neck. “Are you with the volturi?”
I knew not the name he asked, I could only assume that was the other army, for which he was made to fight against. I shook my head rapidly. “No.” I said, chocking out the word. “I’m not.”
Just then he hissed, and turned his head around. He still had me pinned to the ground, straddling my waist. “Emmett.” He said, though it seemed to be more of a dismissal than a greeting, but I had no idea to whom the name was associated with.
“Gesh, Edward, didn’t Carlisle get any manners through that thick head of yours?” A hearty voice spoke, the words reverberating off the trees in a friendly manner.
“Why don’t you go away?”
I looked around the bronze hair of my attacker, and caught sight of a burly man. For how intimidating he appeared, he looked more like a teddy bear rather than a grizzly.
“Since my idiot brother hasn’t introduced us, I’m Emmett.” He walked over, smiling down at me. I couldn’t help but smile back, despite the awkward position I was in.
“Glad to meet you, I’m Isabella.” I still introduced myself by my first name out of force of proper habit I supposed. “But you can call me Bella.”
“Well Bella, if you’re done playing with my brother, I think you should come back to the house to talk.” He had a rather goofy smile displayed across his face, though his brother’s face grew only darker.
“That’s enough of that Emmett!” Edward snarled as he finally moved off of me, taking my hand to help me up. He then grabbed my wrists, harshly holding them together. “Don’t try to run.” He threatened.
“Geesh, Edward. No wonder you don’t have a girl, if this is how you treat them.” Another snarl erupted from Edward’s chest, but Emmet completely ignored him, as he trudged through the woods from the direction they had come from. Edward followed him, dragging me unceremoniously behind them. I felt more like a disobedient puppy than a hu…well, human like creature.
The entire hike/dragging didn’t take us long. Before I knew what was happening we were standing outside of a large white house. It reminded me of the large houses that sat on the outskirts of my childhood wanderings, a home for those who were wealthy enough to heat rooms that were never used. They had loomed over the edge of the city like giants to be feared, so very like this house we were now approaching.
There was a distinct swirl of scents around the house; this was definitely the head quarters for this army, but to be perfectly honest, it was not what I had expected. Most armies lived in hovels, deserted buildings and such, not mansions of beauty.
I was dragged again up onto the porch that hugged the curves of the house. “We’re home!” Emmet bellowed as he opened the door to the house.
“Finally, you boys were gone longer than I thought you would..” The worlds flowed to an abrupt stop as a kind looking woman turned around the corner of the house and spotted us.
“Oh dear,” I closed my eyes quickly before I could witness my murderous red irises reflecting back at me from the pool of gold that was her eyes.
“Edward Anthony Mason Cullen, is that any way to treat a guest??”
Edward Mason, that name. My mind seemed to loose control as blurred images became crisp and focused. I saw him, dark haired and gentlemanly kissing each finger on Elizabeth’s hand as she giggled; a sound that few could beckon forth from her lips. I saw them strolling together sharing a single knowing smile. The picture of the wedding announcement, holding champagne glasses as their arms linked together. I opened my eyes, ignoring the gasp that had risen from the throat of the woman in front of me.
“Edward Mason?? You are Edward Mason?” It was impossible but maybe just maybe if he was alive than maybe. “Elizabeth. Where is she? She must be here too.”
Edward gave me a very befuddled look. I grabbed at the color of his shirt. “She has to be, Elizabeth, she isn’t dead, if you are not than, she cannot be either.”
“Who are you talking about?” He asked, attempting to disentangle my fingers from his shirt.
“Elizabeth, my best friend, your...” I almost choked on the thought. “Mother.”
“My mother is dead.” The swell of hope that had been budding within my heart withered and died with such speed that I felt my heart twist in a painful knot as I fell to the floor.
“No,” I began to dry sob. “She can’t be. I can’t loose her again.”
My condition had little effect on Edward, he simply gave me a sparing glance. “My mother will never be a monster.” He snipped.
“And you will never be half the man your father was, or any where near as good as Elizabeth.” I spat the words at him. How could the child of Elizabeth be this cold hearted.
I heard no responses as I felt Edward’s presence disappear, no doubt fleeing form the scene before him. A gentle hand laid itself on my shoulder and tried to comfort me. “Sshh, it’s okay. You’re safe here.” I looked up at the kind woman kneeling beside me.
“My name is Esme, perhaps we should sit down and talk about this.”
I nodded my head, accepting her hand as she helped me to stand up right. As I truly looked upon her for the first time, I instantly became self conscious. Here was this benign beautiful Esme, standing so clean inside what I assumed was her beautiful home, and I was standing in front of her, covered no doubt in stains of dirt, and the remnants of human blood.
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