A Familiar Matter
Well, It's basically what I would like to happen in Breaking Dawn. In it, we meet a new character; Leslie Harpur, the daughter of Renee's mysterious and tragically demised twin sister, Estelle. She comes to Forks with Bella's mother to attend the wedding. Interesting things occur in the time following...
This is for my best friends and fellow Twilight obsessees, Helen, Lexhen and Hilary. I'm inspired! P.S. I wish I'd thought up Bella and Edward and everyone else. but I didn't :-(
1. An Unpleasant Surprise?
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“I can’t believe her!” I shrieked, stomping angrily across my room. “I mean, seriously! She knows how I feel about Leslie! I can’t believe she invited her to my wedding. MY WEDDING!”
Edward lay sprawled across my bed, his nose buried in Wuthering Heights. Frustrated, I spun on my heel and snatched it from him, throwing it in the vague direction of the desk. It hit something with a dull thud.
“Are you even listening to me? I'm having a massive hissy fit here and I want somebody to pay attention!”
“Of course I'm listening Bella, but honestly, is it really such a terrible thing? Maybe she’s changed since you last saw her.” his voice, soft and melodic, made my heart beat ever so slightly harder in my chest, but for once, there was no answering swoon. I was too mad even to blush.
“Changed? What, gotten even more irritating?!? She’s stuck up, rude and insolent! Just because she’s been sent to a posh private school in England doesn’t mean she’ll be any different from when she was a snot nosed brat trailing around after me everywhere!”
“Ten years is a long time, and after all, she’s family. She has every right to be there.” He seemed bored of the conversation, but I wasn’t ready to give it up just yet.
“Not if I don’t want her to be there!” I exclaimed, and threw myself on the bed beside him. “She’s so… aarrgg!” Unable to think of a word to describe the intense dislike and irritation I felt whenever I thought of the posh, spoilt brat who had tainted half of my childhood, I leapt to my feet and resumed my furious pacing.
“Bella, it’s highly likely you may never see her again after the ceremony, and so I wouldn’t worry quite so much.” He caught me around the waist as I marched past, and pulled me onto his lap. I was angry, but not so angry that I would miss out of a single second of physical contact with the one I loved. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his chest.
“But I don’t want her to come.” I moaned, conscious of the fact that I sounded like a two year old. Edward didn’t seem to care; he chuckled softly and kissed my hair.
“Well if you’re that passionate about it, email Renée back and tell her you don’t want your cousin at the wedding. I'm sure she’ll understand.”
Removing my head from his shoulder, I glared up at him. He knew full well that my mother was only just coming to terms with the fact that her daughter was getting married at eighteen. I shivered. Edward, mistaking it as a reaction to the touch of his ice-cold skin slid me off his lap and went to pick up Wuthering Heights from where it had landed, open, on the floor.
He flicked through until he found his page, and continued to read, leaning easily against the wall. His eyes, which were currently a warm amber, focused intensely on the words in front of him, and the expression on his face was one of concentration. I sighed. There was no point in getting myself wound up about something which I had no control over. I mean, I probably could refuse to let Leslie into the ceremony, perhaps stationing Emmet and Jasper at the doors, bouncer style, to keep her out, but what was the point?
Edward was right, as usual. Leslie’s family, and I’d just have to pray he was right about her being different too, that she’d changed and become more… independent since she was a child. I suppose it was true – I hadn’t seen her in ten years, after all, and as she’d spent much of that time away at boarding school, there was no question of her being exactly the same as she was all those years ago. For one thing, she was sixteen now.
The same age as… but no, I wouldn’t think of him. I’d apply the same technique I’d used in those months when Edward had left me, but this time, it would be my personal sun, my safe harbour, who was bringing me the pain. Then suddenly, it dawned on me, like a flash of inspiration from on high. It was at that point which the doorbell downstairs rang. I jumped, startled from my ingenious planning.
“It’s Alice” frowned Edward. “I wonder what she wants.”
“Probably just to torture me with a hundred more flower combinations.” I groaned, only half jokingly. Perhaps letting Alice organise my wedding was a bad idea. She seemed over eager to get everything perfect, and turned to me for advice about every step, although she rarely listened.
“Probably” Edward agreed, but he seemed puzzled, and the frown on his impossibly perfect brow just deepened.
“What?” I asked suspiciously, my hand on the doorknob. Edward’s ability to read minds had come in useful several times in the past, but it was still rather disconcerting to know he was hearing someone’s thoughts, something which was troubling him, and not knowing what it was.
“Edward? Hello? Earth to Edward! Come in Edward?” He smiled at me, and returned to reading his book. “Edward, What is it?” I sighed irritably. “Edward!” Annoyed now, I crossed the room in a single stride, took the book from him once again and threw it over my shoulder. He raised his eyebrow at me, but I just nodded and grinned.
“Did you really mean to chuck it all the way out of the window?” He chuckled, and amused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. I bit my lip as my face turned scarlet. “I didn’t think so.” he laughed, answering his own question “I’ll go get it shall I?” I nodded again, still beetroot, and, like a flash, he was gone. Out of the window, I presumed. When he didn’t return after a minute, I wandered over, to find out where he had gone. He was standing in the porch, conversing with Alice in a low, urgent whisper.
Though I could not hear his words, just his posture, and the expression on his face, was enough to send another shiver down my spine – one of pure terror. For though his voice never strayed higher than that melodious whisper, his perfect face was marred with an expression of pure hatred.
The only reason Edward ever allowed his anger to show to such a full and terrifying extent was when someone – or something – was threatening the one person he cared about more than anything else in the world. Me.
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