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Deja Vu

Summary:
or Not on My Watch AU from chapter 3 of New Moon. Bella is taken to Florida with Renee. However, she is even more heart-broken without Jacob Black to cling to. She is sent to an asylum by a distraught Renee. Alice wasn't looking. She'd promised to leave Bella alone. But sometimes the visions come before you ask. She couldn't help it. She sees Bella being sent off and goes to convince Edward she really isn't better off without him. "Because I'm not going to let you do this to her! I know what it's like in there, Edward. Maybe I don't remember it, but... look. What more harm can you do?"


Notes:
I disclaim. Alice's POV.


18. Chapter 18

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“Alice… are you sure? Are you sure you want to give him this next chance? How do you know he won’t…”

Her dark hair, turned closer to black than brown…

“You’re right, brown is warm…”

By her infinite grief and sorrow. It swings beyond her shoulder, her throat pale… horror has made her a creature of opposites. He strokes the neck twice and bares his teeth. It is a familiar image. And it is the precursor to what you’ve just seen, the same scenario, only a little earlier, chronologically. The future has not changed.

He raises his head and howls a moan of grief and pain.

Then he lowers his head forcefully. You hear the skin break.

A great crash.

A breaking.

A falling.

An agony.

A relief.

She screams. It is more pleasure than pain.

He loves her, and he’s proved it…

The world is dark, but they are bright. No sun illuminates their skin. But their hearts shine through that thin material, setting the whole clearing ablaze with the love that glows within them. He takes her hand and she smiles.

Though her skin is paler from the change, it looks healthier, more robust, better than the sickly pallor she possessed before. The hair has returned to the soft brown luster, and though her touch is cold her soul is warm again, not drowning in the icy flame of abandonment. She has been changed- no, restored. She is what she was, and will be forever…

“He won’t,” I say, utterly certain. “I know it.”

His eyes meet mine. I try not to wince at the pain so narrowly veiled within them. It is easy to be sucked into his guilt and grief, looking into those stone eyes.

“Thank you, Alice.”

Carlisle smiles at us both, not from happiness, but simple politeness. “Well, Edward? Are you going to explain?”

“Carlisle… let me do it.”

He gasps at those words. I do not- I was, of course, expecting them. I anticipate so much of what happens.

“Why?”
“I need it to be me. I need to make her mine… to prove… Carlisle, when I left I said I didn’t love her. I need to prove it isn’t true, Carlisle. I need to show her I love her, by giving her what she wanted from the first.”

It is like a perfectly delivered line. I would doubt it, but the future doesn’t change. It is still…

He does not drink, does not succumb to temptation. Nor does he pull away, attempt to rid himself of the painful desire. He simply sits with his teeth in her throat and changes her, slowly, surely, gently. He loves her. It is obvious, and this tortuous pain is as gentle as a caress with that knowledge…

“Let him do it, Carlisle,” I urge. “Let him try. The future is sure.”

Carlisle looks doubtful.

“I can handle the temptation,” Edward says.

“It isn’t your bloodlust I’m worried about, son. No, I think there’s another temptation… answer me one question, honestly, and I’ll let you change her. Do you think if you do she’ll lose her soul?”