This story is about Bella and Edward. How surprising.
Is Bella being changed?
Is she be losing someone dear to her?
Is Victoria causing any more trouble?
And what's with that strange room with the throne that keeps showing up in Alice's visions.. Does it actually exist or is Alice being deceived?
It all depends on Bella's future.
Fortunately Alice can foresee what will be happening.
But what will happen when that future suddenly isn't that clear anymore? Visions are changing and Alice is losing her confidence in what she's seeing. It has to make sense doesn't it?
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I was laying there on the ground, and there he was standing. Jacob. All flesh and blood, not a hallucination.
Seconds passed by and all I could do was stare at him. I couldn’t identify the look in his eyes.
I also knew that if I wanted to talk to him without a fight, I would have to start talking now, because it would be seconds before Edward showed up. He was waiting outside, and I knew he would come in soon to check if everything was all right.
But I just couldn’t get a word out.
I started faltering words, still staring.
“Shut up” I thought to myself.
Then finally a smile broke through on his face. He started laughing, soft in the beginning, just a chuckle.
Then his laughing got harder and harder.
It was such a relief that he had to laugh about this whole situation that I couldn’t suppress a laugh myself.
I was sitting down in the middle of a pile of dogfood cans. A few cans had came down wrong and burst. The smell was disgusting.
There was also the puddle of Olive oil mixed with tiny pieces of glass I was sitting in. On top of that my hair was all muddled.
But I didn’t care because Jake was here, laughing at me.
We laughed like that for a minute or so, then he came closer and stretched out his hand to help me get up. When I was about to grab it, I noticed all the glass pieces sticking out of my hand. It didn’t hurt, yet.
Jake saw what I was looking at, so he grabbed my wrist, put his arm around my waist and got me up.
When I was up, he seemed to hold on to me a little longer than necessary. I was just wondering if it was because of the dogfood (because of the werewolf thing, he was half dog now, maybe he thought I smelled delicious..) when he let go of me.
I took a step back defensively. I hadn’t forgot our last fight… I was back to thinking what to say again.
“Hey,” He said softly, his voice low and soft.
“You all right?” He still had a grin on his face, but his eyes were careful and a little concerned.
“I think so…” I muttered, my voice husky. “Except for the smell of course.”
I tried to smile, and looked away from his eyes, that were scrutinizing my face.
He laughed again. His gaze felt like it burned a hole through my head. He seemed more Jacob than he’d been in a long time. But still, he had altered so much since the last time I saw him. He had lost all his childlike features. The little, almost invisible laughing wrinkles on the sides of his eyes he used to have, faded. He had deep lines with grey spots under his eyes. But his big brown eyes stood bright and he was even more muscular than the last time I’d seen him.
“It’s good seeing you again, Bella.”
I just wanted to say that it was good to see him too, when Edward came up behind Jacob. Edward tried to keep his face smooth, but I saw the irritation in his eyes. The last time they’d seen each other it had almost ended in a fight.
I didn’t want that to happen so I warned him with my eyes. Be nice. I don’t know if he got it, but at least he seemed to try, because he didn’t call him dog.
“Black,” he said, coolly.
Jacob turned around swiftly and shot a glance at Edward. Now that he was facing Edward, I couldn’t see what Edward saw in Jake’s eyes, but I would guess it wasn’t friendly. Then he turned to look at me again. I saw the look in his eyes, the bit of disappointment that Edward and I were still together. He should have known.
There came a film over Jacobs eyes, as if he was shutting down his feelings. As open as his eyes had looked a minute ago, they now were dark and disconnected.
Still facing me, with his back to Edward, he said: “Cullen.”
Then he looked at me, regret in his eyes. “I’m leaving, I’ll see you.”
“No! Don’t leave.” I tried, knowing it wouldn’t help.
“You should see a doctor for the glass in your hands.” All the emotion was gone from his face.
Then he turned and walked away with a quick pace.
“See you soon…?” I mumbled, dazed. When he was gone it was like the airco was turned on inside of me. I was freezing, and felt the icy stings in my stomach again. Edward saw I wasn’t doing well, and was on the verge of passing out.
He practically carried me outside, while a women from the shop was cleaning up the mess I made.
Edward put me down on a bench just outside the shop. He sat with me and talked to me, but I didn’t really hear it. I didn’t feel that well. My head was all light and I was seeing stars.
“Put your head between your knees,” Edward said, and he helped me bend over without falling off the bench. With Edward stroking my back and holding my hair back, my head was getting better, so I opened my eyes.
I looked down at my feet, and saw drops of a red fluid dripping on the street. Damn, stupid nose of mine.
“Do you have Kleenex?” I asked Edward, while pointing at my nose with the first finger of my left hand.
The other hand lay useless in my lap. It hurt, I probably sprained it.
He gave me a tissue and we waited untill it was over. The bleeding was worse this time than the earlier nosebleeds I had. The last one was two weeks ago, with the worries about Alice’s visions. I hoped it was not a sign that all of that started again. It seemed like every time I had a nosebleed something bad happened.
The first time I heard that strange voice in my head, the second nosebleed Alice’s visions, and now, Jake walking away again.
We went home, I desperately needed a shower to wash off the dogfood. Then we would go to the hospital.
After we’d done all that, it was just before five o’clock. Alice finished the painting in my room. She had seen everything happen in a vision. When I asked her if she couldn’t have warned me so this wouldn’t have happened, she said she’d only seen it after we left for our walk to the shop. I didn’t ask further because she seemed to be confused about something. Maybe, I thought to myself, it was her worry for my health.
She insisted on doing the cooking, and I didn’t complain. My left hand had 5 stitches, because two glass shards had gone in quite deep. My wrist from my right arm was sprained, but only lightly, so I needed to keep some rest.
I let Edward take me upstairs and put me in bed. My bed was temporarily in Charlie’s office room because of the painting, so it was unfamiliar and smelled like books and leather.
“Sleep for an hour, then we’ll eat.” Edward said to me before giving me a kiss.
He slowly pulled away while looking deeply into my eyes before standing up straight. Then he turned, walked to the door and softly closed it behind him.
Of course, I couldn’t sleep. Now that I’d seen him again, I missed Jacob even more. I’d really like to tell him about the visions Alice had and ask his opinion. It would be good to hear someone else’s opinion about it. An outsider, sort of…
Obviously, his opinion wouldn’t be impartial, because he wanted me with him, and not with Edward. So he would always choose for the option of my humanity.
But I simply couldn’t leave Edward, ever. He was a part of me. Even though it felt so good to be with Jake, I would always want Edward to return to. Everyone has guy friends next to their boyfriends… Then why not me? Of course this was a bit different because of the vampire-werewolf-hatred, and that Jacob was jealous…
I closed my eyes and tried to focus on letting my overactive brain rest. I heard voices coming from downstairs, and I realized Alice and Edward were probably talking about me! I couldn’t be lying down if they were talking about my future. I had to take part in that conversation and have a say!
I sneaked out of my “room” and listened by the stairs. I moved really slowly, trying not to trip and fall of the stairs or something.
I carefully sat down somewhere at the upper part of the stairs, and concentrated on Alice’s high voice.
“…-really upset about it, Edward.”
“Yes, and I still don’t get why that is.” He grumbled.
“Why doesn’t matter. What does matter is that this is only going to make the whole situation harder. I think you should let her see the werewolf, and let them talk it out. She’s hurting over him. I think this should be solved before something unexpected happens. Then we’ll have to make quick decisions and we, and especially Bella, have enough on our list to think about without this included.”
Edwards response to her speech was only a muffled sound, and he seemed to disagree.
Then he loudly said: “But it’s just not safe! He’s a young werewolf, they’re unpredictable. If something happens to her I’ll never forgive myself. I just don’t think it’s worth it. She’ll get over him, forget him.”
Alice shushed him.
“Edward,” She continued.“Don’t you think you’re forgetting something?”
I leaned with my head on my hands, elbows on my knees. I didn’t know what Alice was talking about.
So did Edward because he made an inquiring grumble this time.
“You can compare this situation to when you left… You were so fully convinced of you theory that the human mind forgets and moves on. She never forgot you. If she gets to say goodbye to him in a proper way it’ll be easier. She’ll have peace with it.”
Edward didn't answer, but he must have made a face at Alice, because she mumbled something very softly, in an indignant tone. I carefully leaned forward. It sounded like: “stubborn”, but I couldn’t be sure.
It was quiet for sometime and I wondered to myself if there was something I should do about the Jacob-situation. After all, it was Jake who had brought the motorcycles to my house. Betrayer.
I couldn’t forgive him now, but I knew that when I heard him talk and see him laugh again, I immediately would. He knew that and often took advantage of it.
I would just go to his house, I decided. He would have to open the door eventually. I would stay in front of his house day and night, if I had to. Having that decision made, I immediately felt better, like a weight was lifted from my shoulders.
Then I heard a shifting sound downstairs. It must be Alice or Edward standing up to make dinner, I thought. But I didn’t hear any footsteps. It went quiet again downstairs and my mind drifted away to unimportant things. Then my easy thoughts were interrupted by Edwards voice.
“I don’t get it, especially the last part.” He said.
“In my visions about Bella, that part keeps coming back, but this time it doesn’t make any sense.” Alice responded in a worried voice.
At first I didn’t realize, but now I knew Alice had a vision. And of course Edward could see it in her head like a movie in the theater.
Edward tried to say something in response, but before he could finish his sentence, he broke off. Then I heard footsteps and the creaking of Charlie’s leather couch.
“Easy, Alice,” Edward said. Alice was having another vision! I decided whether I should stay up here, or run down. If I’d go there they probably wouldn’t tell me that much. So I stayed where I was, on the stairs, sitting with my hands folded under my chin, elbows on my knees.
The vision took about 5 minutes, which was longer than usual. Sometimes I heard a gasp from Alice or a grumble from Edward. Then, I heard footsteps again. And the creaking of the couch.
“So that was…” Edward began grimly.
“Shocking horrible and may never happen!!” Alice ended his sentence.
“Well, if we want this never to happen, I’m afraid Bella can’t see the dog. It’s simple as that.”
I felt an aching feeling build up in my chest. Alice probably saw me die when I went to see Jacob. But obviously, there was something that Alice nor Edward seemed to understand.
I was very curious, but anxious too. Then they started talking again.
“What if someone goes with her? We know where it will happen, we’ll just keep her away from there.” Alice suggested.
“The werewolf immediately starts fighting with her when one of us is there.”
“Isn’t it just you? I mean, you’re her boyfriend slash fiancé, of course he doesn’t like you. You can read his thoughts, you now how he thinks about Bella.”
Edward didn’t answer, so Alice continued.
“I could of course go with her, and wait outside. Make sure they don’t go into the woods. Everything will be ok.”
Edward seemed to actually agree to that idea.
“We’ll think about that." he said, his voice getting more optimistic. "Now, I’m going to wake up Bella, before Charlie comes home an thinks she's unconscious with all of her injuries.”
Then I heard his quick footsteps through the room downstairs.
“Shit!” I softly muttered. I quickly rose, turned, and wanted to walk to the office room to dive in bed. Of course, hasty as I was, I forgot my wrist was weak. So when I grabbed the handrail to find my counterpoise, I leaned on it with all my weight. I felt a sharp shot of sour pain go through my wrist, and instinctively let go of the handrail.
I felt myself fall backwards, my back to the stairs. A thought flashed through my mind: this will be painful. I felt that awful rollercoasterfeeling in my stomach. My head was light as a feather. I squeezed my eyes closed and waited for the hard wood and me to hit.
The stairs and me hit earlier than I thought. I thought I’d have one or two metres before coming down. And I thought I was supposed to roll of the stairs and land on the ground… Was this already the ground?
Then I felt arms around me. Surprised, I slowly opened my eyes.
“I am not dead, am I?” I asked those stunning golden eyes that were staring back into mine.
“You’re alive, and with me.” He assured me. “What were you doing on the stairs?” he asked suspiciously.
“I actually just came out of bed, slept beautifully.” And I faked a yawn to convince him.
“So you were walking down the stairs?”
“Then why did you fall backwards down the stairs?” He smiled, gleeful.
Damn, he got me.
“I don’t know…” Innocent. “Thanks for catching me, by the way.” I smiled my most tempting smile and kissed him, trying to distract him.
We should do this more often, kissing on the stairs. He put me down from his arms two spots higher than me, so we could kiss without him having to crouch over, and me having to stand on my toes.
Then Charlie came home, and we had to break off the kiss.
"We'll talk after dinner," Edward said in a velvety voice.
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