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Flickering Flame

Edward has been captured by the telepathic Victoria. Will Bella be able to save Edward before it is too late? And will she be able to grasp onto her own life as well? This is part 4, and possibly the last installment of my series. Don't read Flickering Flame until you've read (in order) :
1. Tears Don't Fall
2. Unforgettable
3. Inexplicable Reviews and comments are MUCH appreciated!
This story IS complete, but keep checking my updates! The next part will be written from Edward's point of view... Next part is named : Return Again! We explore the depths of Edward's intricate and tortured soul... DISCLAIMER: All characters, real or fake, belong to Stephenie Meyer. All content exerpted from the Twilight Series BELONGS to Stephenie Meyer. This story is a result of my untamed imagination. Please don't sue me.

Bella will stake anything on the line for Edward. Even her own life. We see how deep the intensity of their relationship takes them farther into the rabbit hole...

1. Chapter 1

Rating 5/5   Word Count 1042   Review this Chapter

“Edward is…. Gone?” I found these words quite hard to swallow. It only made it worse that Esme nodded her head. “How can that be?”

“Right after Jasper took you - Edward went to go find you.” Alice answered, her tone abnormally cool. “He hasn’t called since.” Her statement made me wonder how long I had been gone. It couldn’t have been for more than a few hours.

“Have you tried calling him?” I asked.

“Yes. He left his phone at home.” Carlisle answered suddenly, pointing to the hunk of dormant plastic that lay on the coffee table. Suddenly, I felt as if my heart was that unresponsive on that cold surface.

“Where is Jasper?” I asked suddenly, turning to Alice. If only I could put in words how relieved I was when I found out that Jasper was doing this all for Alice. “Victoria manipulated him.”

Alice stared at me for a moment. I noticed that her irises were crimson. I fought back shivers. “I don’t know. He took me here, and then took off. I think he went to find Edward.” Then her eyes seemed to turn dull black.

“What did Victoria do to you?” I said, my tone sharper than I’d intended.

Alice bit her lip. “She made me feed.” I knew exactly what she meant. She knew I had caught a glimpse of her crimson irises before they turned black. “And she used me as bait. If I had any idea how this would turn out, Bella, I would have never given into her plan. She could torture me all she wanted - I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.” She bowed her head solemnly.

“Alice,” I said, taking two steps forward and placing my hand on her cold arm. “You had no choice. It wasn’t your fault. And besides, I wouldn’t want you to be separated from Jasper, right?” It still felt weird to say Jasper’s name. Only a mere three hours ago, he had been hunting me.”

“I’m glad you understand, Bella. Thank you.” Alice smiled.

Then a something was vibrating in my pocket. I fished out my cell phone, and read the caller ID. I didn’t recognize the number, but I answered the phone anyway. Alice leaned in closer to listen to the call. “Hello.” I said.

“Bella? Bella, listen to me. Victoria’s got me. But I just wanted to let you know, I’m okay. Please don’t come to find me. I’ll take care of myself.” Edward’s words came out in a mashed blur and his voice sounded strained. “Please, Bella I love…” Then he was cut off. I stopped breathing when I heard the voice that came on afterwards.

“Listen, Bella. I’ve got your little boyfriend right now. And let me just say this - how can a creature with a mind as private as yours fall for such a fool? Edward fell right into my trap.” Victoria said over the other line. I took a sharp breath, trying to calm myself. “Oh and Bella? I hope your memories of Edward are enough to last you an eternity. Because you won’t ever be seeing him again.”

“NO!” I screeched. “Don’t hurt Edward!”

“Well Bella, I thought that was a given. I’m not just going to hurt him, Bella. I won’t tell you what I will do to Edward. It’ll ruin my fun.” Victoria purred. I wanted something to hit.

“Don’t you touch a hair on his head,” I felt like Edward and I had our roles reversed. My threat sounded juvenile, coming from me.

Victoria’s laugh was shrill and hurt my ear. “Just come, alone, to the golf course. We’ll be waiting!”

“No, Bella! Don’t…” And then the line went dead. My heart beat in a jagged rhythm. A ringing sound was in my ears as I realized that Edward was at danger. All because of stupid, klutzy Bella.

I pondered for a minute, debating with myself whether or not to go save Edward. I knew I would probably die, but if I didn’t go, Edward would die. My perfect, precious angel was on the verge of losing his life. My mind was made up. I grabbed my still damp jacket off the chair it rested on and went to the front door, jiggling the key locks, trying to wiggle them loose.

Alice was by my side in a flash. Her eyes were pleading. She grasped my arm. “Please, Bella. At least let me come with you.” I stared at Alice. I knew as well as she did that she had heard the entire conversation. If I didn’t go alone, there was no telling if Victoria would release Edward or not.

“No, Alice. This is my battle to fight.” I said, feeling slightly ridiculous as the words escaped my mouth. I knew I could not fight Victoria.

“Bella, you’re teetering on the edge of a volcano. You’re no match for Victoria. She will kill you.” Rosalie miraculously appeared out of nowhere, her icy fingers gripping my sleeve. Her words astounded me. Never before had she ever showed signs of concern for a human, or anyone. For a second I stood motionlessly in front of the door, debating with myself if I should venture to the other side.

“Thank you for your concern.” I said stiffly. “My mind is made up. I’m going alone.” Then I gripped the doorknob and yanked the door open. Once outside, the bitter wind and snow whipped around my face as I hailed a cab.

“Chislehurst Golf Club, please.” I said, reading the address off a business card I had snagged from the gold club to the cabbie. “And step on it.”

“In hurry, ‘mum?” The cab driver had several gold fillings and reeked of stale cigarette smoke. He noticed me nervously bouncing around.

I nodded. “Yeah. I’m in a big hurry.”

To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:
therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.

- Gregory - Romeo and Juliet