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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 6

Belle’s POV

I was sure that I was floating.

It seemed like I was in space. Stars floated around me and I just kept drifting, non stop. Not that I complained; it was very relaxing.

But my peace and quiet was disturbed by a face, of a human, who looked astonishingly like me.

“Hello.” I muttered shyly.

She didn’t say anything. Instead, she just smiled at me.

Hesitating, I reached out, wanting to touch her face. The moment I came in contact with her, she disappeared, and I was yanked from my comfort world.

Bright lights hit my eyes. Groaning, I shut my lids tight.

“Bella are you okay?” A frantic voice – yet somehow, still velvety – filled my ears. It were soothing, like music to my ears. I sighed in content, and then opened my eyes to see who was producing such music.

A few pairs of golden eyes were staring at me carefully. I blinked in response.

“Belle?” I heard Nicky’s voice.

“I’m fine.” I sat up, and shook my head. Then it all came back to me. “What happened? Where’s Alice?”

“She’s fine.” Carlisle answered me.

“Weren’t you at the hospital?” I asked, confused.

“I came back. It’s not common for a vampire to faint. Besides, you can’t exactly be taken to the E.R.” He answered, smiling slightly.

“I fainted?” I was stunned.

“Yes.” Carlisle replied, and then his tone changed to serious. “Belle, I need you to tell me exactly what happened after you fainted, so we can know the cause behind this.”

“Um, after Alice gripped my hand, I was hit by so many memories.” I said. “Speaking of which, I swear I must have had some kind of communication with Alice. What else could explain why I share so many memories with Alice?”

Carlisle and Esme shared a look. Esme’s was a smug ‘I-told-you-so’ look, whilst Carlisle’s was some what crossed between defeat and ‘this-is-not-yet-over’.

“Bella, I mean, Belle” the name sounded really comfortable coming from Carlisle “I think you’re right. Do you remember anything, anything at all from your human life? You’re so remarkably similar to” He didn’t finish his sentence. I noticed that his body was tense.

“So remarkably similar to whom?” I pressed.

“Just an old friend.” He answered, his stance calm again. His tone clearly told me that the subject has ended. Is ending. “Well, do you?”

I thought hard, and then closed my eyes, hoping it would help me concentrate. However, like always, luck was never on my side.


“Humph.” He seemed to be thinking. “I’ll be back.” He promised. A few seconds later, he was holding something that looked like folded, poster paper. He unfolded the paper, and its title told me it showed a map of Washington.

“Nicky, these are all the forest in Washington.” He pointed to all the areas on the map that stood out with its bright green shading. “Can you point out where you find Belle?” He asked.

“I’m not entirely sure, but I think it’s around here some where.” She pointed at a forest near a town called Forks with a long, pale finger.

The atmosphere seemed to be frozen.