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Burn Beautiful

Spoiler warning. Continuation of New Moon. Being a vampire comes with it's own problems: newfound bloodlust, untried strength, neverending fights between natural vampire will and human conscience. Edward and Bella's relationship takes a completely new turn as challenges fly their way. Namely, a pack of furious werewolves and a certain vampire named Victoria, who's still set on vengeance and, this time, gains some powerful followers determined to end Bella, vampire or not, and do as much damage to Forks as possible.

I just finished New Moon and I know I SHOULD wait until Eclipse comes out, but I had to do something to pass the time! Especially since I had about a million ideas running through my head, mainly around how much could happen once Bella IS a vampire. What happens with Victoria, werewolves, Volturi? What's her special ability, if she has one at all? How does she go about realizing her ability? How does she deal with vampire instincts? What about her parents? AHH, idea overflow! I've outlined this entire story and it's turning up to be pretty much novel long, which is exciting. I'm not new to writing, I've just never done this particular "fandom" before and I hope I do it justice.

14. Chapter 14

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Ch. 14 p.1: Tales

"No buts, Bella. We need to leave tonight."

I blinked, wondering if I heard him right. Leave? Tonight? A million thoughts ran through my head, a million situations and scenarios - none of them resulting in leaving. I caught Rosalie and Emmett's equally surprised expressions and exhaled, relieved.

"No," I said, looking straight into Edward's eyes. Something in them shifted as if he was surprised. I was even surprised at the firmness in my voice.

"Bella - "

"Find another way," I commanded. He took a step closer to me and I had to tilt my head up to meet his gaze. I silently swore to myself, wishing I could be just a little bit taller.

"You don't think I've tried? There is no other way!"

"Then try harder!" It came out less like a demand and more like a plea. The frustration was plain in his face.

"This is not up for debate," his jaw flinched as he drew out each word.

I lifted my chin, refusing to be defeated so easily.

"What about Charlie?" I asked, struggling to keep my voice even. "He still thinks we're taking a road trip to Jacksonville. What happens when he calls Renee and realizes that I'm not there?"

"We'll handle that when the time comes."

"What about the Volturi? Why can't you just contact them, tell them their guard is misbehaving, and have them handle Felix? Why can't - "

"Bella," Edward's pained expression made me pause mid-rant. "The best way to do this is if the Volturi are not involved. Believe me."

Okay, I could accept that, but - "What's so special about the Aurelius clan, anyway? There're only three vampires, right? Dori - whoever? Three of them with Victoria and Felix against eight of us. How bad can it be?"

Carlisle was the one to answer me this time.

"Quite bad," he said, his voice thin. "I'm afraid you don't - fully understand how powerful the Aurelians are."

"Maybe you should tell us," Emmett spoke up, sitting down next to Rosalie, who immediately leaned against his shoulder. "Bella's not the only one still in the dark. When we were up north, all Edward and Jasper would do was shake their heads at me when I asked them who the Aurelians were. It got… annoying."

Carlisle nodded, looking disturbed. Esme placed a hand on his arm and whispered something unintelligible in his ear. Without saying anything, Alice and Jasper stood and left the room together. When I looked at their retreating backs, Edward leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"They've both met Dorian before they joined us," he informed me, quietly. "The last thing they need is a recap."

"That bad?" I looked up at his face. He gave me a rigid smile and nodded his head once. I involuntarily moved closer to him and he automatically placed an arm around my shoulders.

After a short moment of silence, Carlisle began.

"The Aurelius Clan is one of the oldest and only group of vampires who live together and aren't different like us," he paused, lifting his eyes as if he was trying to remember something important. "They're also considered the most lethal. Similar to the Volturi except much less … civilized."

I almost snorted at that, remembering the group of tourists they had rounded up to eat. Civilized, I shivered as he went on.

"Adrien was the first of them. He was a prisoner during the French Revolution. A direct relative of the Duke d’Aguillon at the time, I believe. Rumors have it that he was bitten by a crow in his jail cell that happened to carry the disease. That's supposedly how he escaped. When the change was completed, he just tore out of the prison.

"They say that at first, he resisted the urge to kill but the bloodlust was too strong, especially with the war going on. There was so much bloodshed at the time and he began to pillage small towns and villages one by one. The only reason why he was never caught by humans was because there was never anybody left to tell the tale. The poor people of France just used the massacres as propaganda against the French army. Those fools.

"The interesting part is when Aro caught wind of what Adrien was doing, the Volturi guards actually brought him in for trial. He was breaking every vampiric code in the book.

"He met Iris when he was in Volterra, waiting for his sentence. She was about to officially become a member of the Volturi. Her ability was - is - extraordinary. She could freeze people's minds - literally turn off their ability to think and function. That ability can kill a human on the spot, but it makes a vampire a living statue. It's completely deadly and the Volturi wanted it. But before Iris could join them, she fell in love with Adrien. She helped him escape and they ran off together."

I interrupted at that point. "That's… horribly romantic," I commented.

Carlisle gave me a wan smile. "Romantic, maybe. But together, Adrien and Iris were a dangerous combination. They still are."

"You never said what Adrien's ability was."

"He can - sort of block the affect of other vampire's powers against him and whoever he's around. That's why Alice couldn't see their faces when she tried to look into our future. She wont be able to tell when they're coming - "

"I couldn't read their minds," Edward inserted. He bowed his head, resting his cheek against mine. "It was disconcerting."

"I wonder - " Carlisle gave me a funny look. "Because you're immune to powers in general, I wonder if … he would be able to block your ability if you ever go against him."

I grunted, unattractively. "If I ever get an ability, you mean."

He ignored me, continuing with his train of thought. "It's a double immunity, you see? Since you're not affected by him, that means that he can't cloak himself and the people he's with against your ability … "

The entire subject about my nonexistent 'ability' was irking me, so I sighed and prodded him on about the Aurelius clan.

"You still haven't mentioned Dorian," I reminded. "And before, you made it sound like he's their leader."

At this, Carlisle's face darkened. "Yes. Dorian," he murmured. "Dorian's the one that Alice and Jasper had the misfortune of bumping into. He's - "

He broke off, swallowing visibly. Esme tightened her grasp on his arm, trying to soothe him.

"I've encountered him once before," he said after a few seconds. "It was one of the most horrific experiences of my life.

"Dorian and Jasmine joined the Aurelius clan at the turn of last century. Adrien and Iris happened to be on the same ship over to the Americas as they were. Needless to say, there were no survivors on that vessel. At the time, Dorian was a relatively young vampire. Young and extremely powerful. His entire family was killed by a vampire named Julian and he was the only one that woke up three days later. That's all anybody really knows. One would think that the experience would make him hate being a vampire, but the exact opposite happened. He loved it to the point of absolute sickness.

"To him, feeding was a game more than a necessity. As a rule, he only fed off of females and that's not all - he would stalk the female for months, driving her literally crazy before finishing her off. Jasmine was … one of Dorian's obsessions. Instead of drinking her, he turned her, but she was never as powerful as she should have been, probably because of her broken mind.

"In Europe, Dorian was a terror to … everyone. Even some of the oldest vampires turned tail whenever he was near. The Volturi would have wanted him but he was too uncontrollable. Nobody could touch him. Aro, himself, wouldn't dare to approach him."

Carlisle stopped to clear his throat. "And you're probably wondering what his great ability is?"

I nodded, mutely, dreading the answer. My short rendezvous with the Volturi was enough to give me nightmares. I wasn't sure if I wanted to know what this Dorian could do.

"Dorian has the power of illusion," Carlisle said softly. I blinked.

"Illusion," I echoed, unsure.

"You don't appreciate it because you've never experienced it. It's - difficult to describe, really. What Dorian basically does is manipulate your understanding of your surroundings. You can be standing with him in the middle of a church and suddenly, it'll feel like you're standing in the pits of hell. Flames will spring up all around you, the sky will darken, rain will fall, lightning flash, the works. And the worst part is that it's all in your head. You keep telling yourself that none of it's real, but that doesn't stop you from feeling the burn of the fire. Your mind, Bella. It's the most precious thing we have. It's what balances us, keeps us sane, keeps us in control - without it is a scary thing. As long as he's close, he can make you feel like you're walking across live ice or scalding fire. It's enough to drive anybody mad."

When he broke off, I assumed he was finished.

"Am I … susceptible to this? I'm immune from most powers, right?" I asked timidly.

"I hope to God you are," he answered, his voice grave. "But even Adrien couldn't cloak Iris and himself from Dorian's illusions. That's why they joined up with him instead of opposing him."

"I guess we'll have to wait and see," I muttered. Edward looked up, alarmed.

"There'll be no waiting and seeing," his voice was clipped. I opened my mouth to protest, but Carlisle shook his head.

"I'm afraid Edward's right," he sighed. "It's far too dangerous for you to ever cross their path. Our best bet is to leave. Get as far away as possible."

Emmett spoke up.

"They would expect that, wouldn't they?" he asked. I looked at him gratefully. Finally, a supporter. He gave me a thin smile.

Edward narrowed his eyes. "I don't care what they expect. We're not staying to see what damage they can do."

"But - Charlie!" I protested. "And the Quileutes! What'll happen to them?"

"I doubt Victoria and the Aurelius will even bother coming back to Forks if you're not here. Which you wont be."

"Then what's the point?" my voice was steadily rising. "They'll just keep chasing me, right? I refuse to be a fugitive for the rest of my life."

"Well it seems we have no choice," He gritted his teeth. His eyes flashed angrily.

"We always have a choice," I countered. "We can stay here and fight."

"Don't delude yourself, Bella. If we stay, we'll lose."

Emmett cut in. "Maybe we wont," he interjected. Edward silenced him with a ferocious snarl.

"Running away isn't winning," I ignored them both. Carlisle was watching us volley words back and forth with a blank expression while Esme looked exasperated. None of them offered any help.

"It'll buy us time. For once, see reason!"

"There is no reason in leaving behind people who need us. That's cowardly."

"You're missing - "


Alice's voice rang clear through the air like a missile and we all turned to see her standing at the doorway. Her face was white and the faint bruises beneath her eyes were darker than usual. It was the expression on her face that shut us all up.

"We're not leaving," she pronounced each word slowly. Her voice was soft and firm, leaving no room for objections. Edward opened his mouth to speak, but Alice shot him an annoyed glance.

Jasper's jaw was clenched as he looked at all of us scattered in the living room.

"Is this the time to be arguing?" he asked quietly.

I looked at my feet. I felt Edward's presence beside me but refused to look at him.

Carlisle straightened, frowning. "Alice, you've already seen what Dorian can do. Are you sure - "

"Yes," she nodded. "We must stay. I just got another vision less than a minute ago. I saw them clearly this time."

"That means they must've wanted you to see this," Carlisle noted. She just shrugged.

"Whether or not, it's going to happen. I don't think it's meant to throw me off - I think it's meant to be a message."

Edward made an impatient sound from the back of his throat. Alice closed her eyes and he suddenly quieted.

"Damn," he swore. Alice raised her eyebrows in agreement. The rest of us stood, waiting for one of them to tell us what Alice's vision was.

"They're heading to Forks right now. They'll be here in roughly twenty-four hours, give or take an hour or so. They want Bella - and if she's not here, they'll take over this town and kill everybody in it. Everybody." Alice's voice sounded choked and my eyes widened, horrified.

"I don't think they're exaggerating, either," Edward mumbled, reaching out and pulling me close to his side. I bit my lip and refrained from saying 'I told you so.'

"So," Emmett huffed, sticking his hands into his pant's pocket. "What do we do now?"

Ch. 14 p.2: Commands

Edward's shoulders sagged and I saw the pain etched out so plainly across his face. He seemed completely defeated and all I could do was rest my forehead against his chest and circle my arms around his waist.

"I guess we really don't have a choice now," Carlisle's smooth voice sounded from his corner. He sighed, running a hand through his golden hair.

Nobody spoke. A soothing calm lay across the room but it didn't take away the blunt truth of what would happen.

"Dorian," Rosalie muttered under her breath. "What kind of name is Dorian, anyways?"

I heard the immediate loathing seep through her voice and almost smiled. Emmett suddenly perked up.

"Why don't we set them up for a trap?" he suggested, eyes shining. "We mask Bella's scent while she runs, then me, Jasper, and Edward can stay here and ambush them when they arrive."

Carlisle's lips quirked.

"A good idea in theory, but it'd never work," he shook his head. Emmett's mood darkened and he sat back down on the couch.

"Like I'd actually let you try something stupid like that," Rosalie whispered in Emmett's ear as he leaned back, loud enough for all of us to hear. He grunted and pulled her onto his lap.

"What about the Volturi?" Alice spoke up. We focused our attention on her.

"I thought it was agreed that anything related to the Volturi should stay in Volterra," Edward said, dryly.

"But didn't the Volturi want to put down the Aurelius clan for a while now?" she ignored him as she started pacing gracefully across the room.

"She may have a point," Carlisle sounded interested. Alice danced over to him, excited.

"They'll want to know about Felix and how he's left them."

"That they will."

She positively glowed at the idea. "So why don't we tell them? Shake things up a bit, cause a stir?"

"See…" I could tell by Carlisle's tone that he was about to point out some serious flaw. Alice's face fell. "You forget that the Volturi don't like to 'shake things up.' They might want to eliminate the Aurelius clan, but they'll hardly spare an arsenal to retrieve them. The best they'll do is send another guard."

"It's worth a try, isn't it?" she pressed. After a few seconds of deliberation, Carlisle nodded.

"Yes, it is. I'll try to contact Aro as soon as I can."

An idea crept into my mind, unbidden.

"What about the werewolves?"

Edward narrowed his eyes and held me out at arm's length, studying my face.

"What about them?" he frowned. I shrugged one shoulder.

"They can help, can't they?"

A storm swirled up in his darkening irises and I saw him start to shake his head.

"Come on," I prodded gently, looking directly in his eyes. I couldn't stand arguing with him anymore. He opened his mouth but no sound came out as his expression softened.

"Bella, I don't - "

"We need all the help we can get, don't we?"

He faltered at my words and the torture was visible in his features.

"It's a good idea, Edward," Jasper supported me, speaking up from the sidelines. Edward's gaze flickered in his direction before settling back on me.

"Our alliance with the Quileutes aren't strong at the moment," his velvet voice was thick and pleading. "What are you planning to do?"

He wouldn't like this idea.

"Call Jacob," I admitted. The door slid shut behind his eyes and he was suddenly unreadable.

"No," he growled. I tried to say more, but he backed away from my arms and stalked out of the room without another word.

"Oh, honey," Esme pushed away from Carlisle and moved to my side, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "He's just upset. He'll come around."

I stared wistfully at his vacated spot.

"He's always upset with me lately," I muttered, "One day he might forget to come around."

She laughed, a warm, melodious sound.

"Nonsense," she rubbed my upper arm. "He just worries about you. You're all that matters to him, you know?"

I nodded, mute.

"You were right," Carlisle smiled kindly, "Sam's pack might be our last resort."

Emmett snorted and I thought I heard something along the lines of "nothing but ugly, straggly, stray dogs" coming from his directions.

"Your link with that boy, Jacob, is probably the most solid connection we have with them," Carlisle continued, "You should call him as soon as possible."

A crashing sound sounded from somewhere in Edward's room upstairs. I cringed.

"Yeah," I murmured, looking up at the ceiling as another bang came from above. "I'll get to that."


I stood in the kitchen, twirling the wire connecting the phone to it's base in one finger as I dialed with another. As soon as I heard the ringing, I took in an unneeded breath and held it.

I was eager to hear Jacob's voice, but at the same time I dreaded it. The rift between us was stronger than ever and I vaguely wondered if it could ever be patched.

It rang three times before I heard a familiar voice pick up. I exhaled, relieved. It was Jacob.


I bit my lip and forced myself to answer.

"It's me."

He paused and I heard a strange coughing sound coming from his side of the line.

"Bella," he said flatly. A statement, not a question.

"Yeah. I need to see you about something. Soon. Soon as in within the next few hours."

Another lengthy pause.

Finally, "Do you think this is really a good time?"

"It can't wait." When he didn't respond, I begged, "Jake, please."

"Bella, you're a - one of them. It's a bad idea."

"Is that all you see me as now? A vampire?"

"What else is there?" his voice came out strangled, pained, and I knew he wasn't lost.

"Everything," I pleaded, crossing my fingers. "There's you and me. We're best friends, remember?"

"I'm not the one who forgot."

I silently counted to ten, trying to keep my tone somewhat light.

"Hey, I'm not the one that has problems with our interracial friendship."

"That's not funny," he growled, but I detected a hint of a laugh and smiled to myself.

"Not even a little?"

For a long time, he didn't respond and I almost thought he hung up.

"Why do you need to see me?" he finally asked.

"There's this clan of vamp - "

"And you need our help?" he interrupted, referring to his pack. "That's it?"

Never. "I also want to see you for you," I said softly. "I don't want to lose you."

Five seconds passed before he said, "I'll meet you at the cliff in an hour," and hung up.

The second I put the phone in its cradle, I felt Edward's presence a few feet away. I'd been too preoccupied with my conversation to notice him before. For a moment, I wondered if I should turn around or wait for him to come to me.

The moment drew out with neither of us doing anything. Just as I was about to turn, he broke the silence.

"So, you're going to meet him," he said matter-of-factly.


I heard his soft growl at my answer and braced myself when he strode across the kitchen in my direction. But instead of grabbing me and spinning me around, he stopped when he was less than a foot behind me.

Familiar butterflies somersaulted in my stomach and I closed my eyes. After nearly two years of knowing him, he could still make my insides flutter. I could feel his silent, heavy breathing against my hair and I shivered.

Slowly, I turned around to face him.

"Bella," my name was a whisper on his lips as he touched his finger to my chin and tilted it up. "Your eyes are already dimming from the bright red," he commented softly, leaning closer.

"Really?" I could barely hear the word escape my own lips. The side of his mouth curled up ever so slightly and he slowly traced his finger along my jaw and down my neck, leaving a grail of goose bumps in its wake. My breath hitched.

Did I even need to breathe? I couldn't remember anymore. Not when his face was inches away from my own and his scent was overpowering any control I had over my senses.

"I was wrong earlier," I whispered before he could touch his lips to mine. He pulled back a centimeter, confusion swimming in his eyes.

"About what?"

"When I said you didn't dazzle me anymore," I smiled, biting my lower lip. "I lied."

"Mm," he murmured, gently nudging my nose with his. Pleasant tingles tickled down my neck. "It's not good to lie. It's a good thing that I can always detect a - "



"Shut up and kiss me," I ordered with a small grin. He chuckled, cupping my cheek with one cool hand and finally closing that distance between us.

My arms slid up his chest and linked around his neck, locking him in place.

"Bossy," he muttered against my lips before I tiptoed and kissed him quiet all over again. My body melted against his and for a few drawn out moments, I enjoyed the spine-numbing feeling of his lips moving against mine.

After I made sure I wasn't about to pass out anytime soon, I tugged him even closer and dared to venture out, swiping my tongue over his lower lip. He groaned and shifted back.

As kisses generally went, ours technically hadn't gone any further than they'd gone when I was still a human - with the exception of the kiss he'd given me before I was turned. The only difference was that he didn't pull back after a few seconds or stop because of a little added pressure now that he knew I wouldn't faint on him or he couldn't accidentally crush me anymore.

I wanted so much more but at the same time, I was - nervous.

"Let me try something," I whispered, stomping out any fear that lingered. I took his face in my hands and pressed my lips to his again, letting them linger in a light caress that sent me trembling to my toes.

Mustering up whatever courage I had, I lifted my chin up, angling my face to deepen the kiss. At first, he stiffened completely. His arms became rigid around my waist and it took everything I had not to jump back and apologize profusely. He eventually relaxed and pulled my hips closer to his until there was no space whatsoever between us.

I gasped, parting my lips and holding onto him tighter. I could feel his hesitancy but tentatively, he took advantage of my open invitation. A low moan escaped his mouth - or was it mine?

Suddenly, he jerked back, breathing heavily. His eyes were squeezed shut as he pressed his forehead to mine.

"What are you doing to me?" he mumbled, looking like he was in pain. "I thought I needed control when you were still human, but … "

"You don't really need control anymore, do you?" I teased him quietly, trailing my index finger across his defined cheekbone.

A playful growl sounded from deep within his chest, making me giggle.

"Oh, you don't understand," he playfully nipped my nose. "I need more control now than ever."

"I'm not so fragile anymore."

"It's not that," he said, kissing me again. He pulled back after a few seconds and smiled. "It's getting harder to remind myself that I'm supposed to be a gentleman."

Oh. I couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of my mouth. Sometimes I still couldn't believe that somebody like him wanted me. I searched his eyes, looking for a reason, but all I could see was my own reflection in his never-ending gaze.

"Don't go," he whispered quietly. He didn't say the name but I knew he was talking about Jacob.

"I have to," I sighed, breaking eye-contact. "We're meeting by the cliff. It's far enough from civilization so you don't have to worry about me going crazy."

"It's harder now," his voice caught my attention. My eyes swept over his pale, sculpted face, the perfect features that had me at hello stunning me all over again. They stared, transfixed, at his flawless lips as he spoke.

"The worst thing I had to protect you from before was me," he elaborated. "Everything else was second place. You're not the same easily broken girl anymore and it throws me. I still have this inexplicable need to keep you safe and before, all I had to do was haul you over my shoulders, drag you into a safe room, and lock the door."

I snorted, indignant, but he ignored me. "I can't do that anymore," he sounded regretful.

"Damn right you can't," I joked. He just buried his head at the junction where my neck met my shoulder and kept it there.

There was a sharp cough coming from the other end of the room. Edward didn't budge. I looked up to see Emmett standing next to the refrigerator holding a 'I Love My Doctor!' mug. He opened the fridge door and pulled out a gallon milk carton filled with something that was … most definitely not milk.

"You two are making me lose my appetite," he wrinkled his nose at the carton, shooting a glance our way.

"What is that?" I scrutinized the thick liquid he was pouring into his mug. The familiar scent of blood wafted to my nose, tinged with something bitter. "Smells awful."

I felt Edward's chest vibrate against mine as he laughed.

"An experiment of Esme's," he explained. Emmett pinched his nose and sipped at the contents in his mug before scrunching up his face. Edward snickered at the disgust written all over his brother's features.

"Experiment?" I asked warily. Emmett coughed and wiped at his mouth with the back of his wrist.

"Yeah," he sighed, dumping his mug into the sink. "Esme's been reading this book written by some vampire about modern domestication for the not-quite-dead. Instead of going out and hunting whenever we're hungry, he suggested rounding up humans in groups and draining their blood into iceboxes then freezing the blood so whenever we get thirsty, we just reach into the refrigerator and voila: instant meal."

"Obviously, it doesn't work as well with cow's blood," Edward sneered, his eyes gleaming with humor.

"Or it doesn’t work well at all," Emmett made a face. "There's something to be said about cold blood that's weeks old. It freezes going down and leaves a bad aftertaste."

"I wouldn't know," Edward shrugged, resting his chin on my head. "I was waiting for someone dumber to give it a test run."

Emmett growled and shook a fist in his direction.

I let out a short laugh and turned back to Edward.

"I'll leave you two to decide the pros and cons of - refrigerated blood," I quickly kissed his cheek and drew out of his arms. "I need to go now."

As I left, Edward made a motion as if to follow me. From the corner of my eye, I saw Emmett latch onto his arm and shake his head.

Thank you, Emmett, I thought to myself, slipping out through the back door.

Author's Note: In my outline, ch. 14 was too short and ch. 15 was waay too long. I was planning to combine both of them together, but I realized that it worked much better if I cut chapter 15 in half and stuck the first part in as ch. 14 p.2.

So I hope this gives you an idea of what I mean when I say "explore Bella and Edward's relationship as vampires." They're both new to the game, so of course, nobody's going to be rushing into the sex, right? But they're both teenagers (kinda) and it's natural to want to … test the waters, you know? I know in Twilight and New Moon their relationship was always chaste, but it's obvious from the way Stephanie Meyer writes their emotions that they both want more even though they don't really even make it halfway across first base.

Chapter 14 was one of my favorite chapters to write. It'll be even better when I actually get to write those characters.

The next chapter will have Jacob interaction and … we'll finally start discovering what Bella's ability is! Yay!

(Just so everyone can keep track)

Dorian - power of illusion. Just imagine that you're sitting at your computer, doing homework when, all of a sudden, you aren't sitting in your room anymore but in … a tropical rainforest. It can be a perfectly sunny day, then Dorian comes up to you and all of a sudden, there're rain clouds - not because it's actually raining, but because he makes you think that its raining. Whether or not Bella is immune to his power is still unknown (to you guys.)

Adrien - power to block other people's abilities against himself and whomever he decides to "cloak." This is why Alice couldn't see their faces in her earlier vision and why Edward can't hear their thoughts. Bella isn't affected by his block - which is important to remember. Whatever her power is, she can still use it against him.

Iris - power to mind-freeze. Imagine somebody just freezing your entire brain. It's fatal for a human because the brain is essential for vital organs to function. But, for a vampire, it just makes them stop all voluntary actions since they don't have any organs that they need to keep "alive." Bella's also immune to this - and it's essential to the story.

I tried to pick some unique powers but at the same time, their powers all fit in with the plot so I'm pretty happy with them.

Thanks for the reviews guys! They make me happy.