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The Altering Life

Two months ago Edward left. Years later Belle meets him again, him forever seventeen and her forever eighteen. T for now.


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Chapter 5

Belle’s POV

I didn’t know what to do. There I was, standing, with body back to its normal appearance. Everyone in the room was staring at me, their mouths wide open. Except for Nicky, and Edward.

Edward’s eyes seemed… alive. His gaze was firmly on me, refusing even to blank. It was as if I would disappear any moment. The gaze was so intense, that I looked away immediately.

“Bella?” Edward whispered.

“Don’t think like that Edward!” Rosalie shouted, her composure regained. And then she looked at me, death ray in her eyes. “This is not funny! Where did you get a picture of Bella?! You foolish girl! Do you think this is some kind of joke? This is sick!”

“Don’t shout at her like that! This is what she looks like when I found her in the forest fifty years ago! If you have a problem, let’s take it out on the field.” Nicky snarled, bearing her teeth.

“Children, guests, please, let’s calm down and talk this through. Jasper.” Esme said, looking at Jasper. Instantly we felt a wave of calm calming us all.

“Let’s sit down.” Esme suggested. We sat on the couch, me and Nicky keeping a safe distance between the Cullens.

“This could all be a misunderstanding. I’m curious, Nicky. Where did you find Belle?” Esme asked.

“Fifty years ago, I find her wondering alone in a forest near, oh I can’t remember, it was somewhere near Washington. She was a newborn, with no memory of her previous life what so ever. I had a vision of us becoming friends, and that was how I find her. We’ve been living together for fifty years now.” Nicky said. “I think it would be fair for me to ask a question. Why do you all have such a problem with what Belle looks like?” She asked.

“No dear. We don’t have anything against how she looks. Quite, the opposite, actually. Someone in the family looked exactly like her. But she had died, fifty years ago. What a coincidence.” Esme said, her expression pained.

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear your lose.” Nicky said.

“It’s okay.” Esme replied. “Well, I think we should apologize for our earlier behaviour. Rosalie, please, apologize to Belle.”

“Sorry Belle.” She spat.

“It’s okay.” I mumbled.

“I’m sorry for my earlier words to you Rosalie.” Nicky said, making a face when she said Rosalie’s name. Emmett laughed at the face, earning a loud smack from Rosalie.

“Belle, was what had ran through my mind earlier when I gripped your hand memories?” Alice asked.

“Yes.” I answered. Then something came to my mind. “Speaking of which, how did I share so many memories with you? I’ve only met you today!”

“I don’t know. Are you sure we’ve not met before?”

“I’m certain. Well, almost certain. Ever since I’ve entered this house, I’ve been having this strange feelings. Like I’ve been here before. I know it sounds insane, it’s true.” I confessed.

“There’s only one way to find out.” Esme said, taking charge. “Belle, do you mind if you grip hands with Alice again?” She asked.

“Not at all.” I said. Alice gave me a small smile before walking over, gripping my hand way to firm. Too firm.

Instantly, I was hit by memories. It was too much for me to handle. My head was swarmed with memories, and I felt dizzy. And then, the lights went out.