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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...

2. Chapter 2

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I fought back shivers of terror as I approached that golf course. I paid the cabbie and didn’t bother asking for my change. The parking lot was completely deserted. An upright flag stood in the middle of the pavement. Attached to it was a note. I took the small slip of paper in my hand, struggling to read the writing in the still falling snow. It read:

Dearest Bella, I am assuming you are alone. Don’t worry, my puppet. I have not ‘touched’ a hair on Edward’s head, as you wished. You may find that maybe you shouldn’t have come after all. Ha! Ha! Ha! We are waiting for you inside the clubhouse. Victoria

The note frightened me. I stumbled forward, tripping several times as I made my way towards my demise. The thought of being in Edward’s arms again kept me strong. I couldn’t help but keep thinking about those words she had written in that note. What did she mean by ‘We’? She made it seem as though she and Edward were more than just arch rivals. Finally, I made it to the clubhouse.

The doorknob was cold as I wrapped my fingers around the metal. A million thoughts were processing in my mind as I pushed the heavy wood door open and walked inside.

The room was as dark as Victoria’s treacherous heart. It took a while for my eyes to register to the darkness. I finally made out the blurry, white shape that was Victoria. She had a serpent’s smile on her white face and even in the dim light; I could see that she was laughing silently. “Fool.” She spat, her facial expression changing.

“Am I a fool to love?” I retorted. Victoria continued to glare at me. She took a step towards me. “Where is Edward?” My voice came out like a whisper.

“Oh, don’t worry. I have not touched a hair on his head. Mind you, I have done some other things.” Victoria’s words made me tremble as I imagined what she did do to Edward. She glanced over her shoulder. I caught a glimpse of her large bald spot. The hair surrounding it was the same shade as the hair in the forest. “Oh Edward, dear!” She called out in a butter-smooth voice. My eyes widened as I saw Edward walk into the room.

“Edward…” I whispered, horrified by what I saw. His smoldering gold eyes were now a dark and sinister crimson. “Is this what you do to all your prisoners?” I choked out, tears falling as I stared at my angel. “Feed them poison?”

Victoria laughed as if I had just said something comedic. “How is it considered poison if this is the one substance they long for?” She waved in Edward’s general direction. He took steps forward. I could not see the soul in his eyes. It was as if Victoria had taken away his soul. For a split second, I felt safe when Edward’s arms surrounded me. But that subsided when he pinned my arms behind my back, rather roughly.

“Edward - let me go!” I twisted around in his unbreakable grasp. “What do you want from me?” I screamed at Victoria. She smiled at me, eyes burning with unspoken fury.

“Dear Bella, what is it that you thought I was going to do to you?”

I tried to shrug to the best of my ability. Every movement I made only tightened his grip. “I don’t know. Kill me.”

“Well, I’m going to do far worse than that.” Her words, oddly, did not scare me. I stood absolutely still.

“Do your worst.” I, who had just recovered from near heart failure, was not afraid of death.

Victoria seemed irritated by my coolness. Her eyes flickered to Edward, her mouth moving to pronounce something unintelligible. Then, the grip loosened on my arms and I thought I was being set free. I closed my eyes briefly. When I opened them, Edward was standing in front of me, his face inches from mine. His hands were at my shoulders, pushing me, pushing me against the wall.

My stupid legs followed his movement. I stared at Edward, hoping to find a trace of the old Edward. But all I saw was the new Edward, the one under Victoria’s treacherous control. He sat me down on a hard, plastic chair. He leaned closer to me. I could smell the marvelous scent that was his skin and anticipated death. Then as his lips came closer to my skin, I realized I was not going to die. Victoria had told Edward to change me. For a moment, I thought of this as a positive occurrence. I would be with Edward forever, right? Then I realized that Victoria would probably just kill me afterwards.

Then I saw Edward’s future. He would be free of Victoria’s spell, back in Forks. He would be something like a stereotypical vampire, hiding all day long inside his house and only coming out to hunt at night. During the long hours that passed, Edward would be sitting on the black leather couch in his room. He would be staring at his wall of CD’s, not listening to them. Edward would be staring at the television screen, not watching it. He would not speak to anyone, not even Alice. Then I realized the reason to his catatonic state. He would be living, but living without me.

I opened my eyes. It was as if that moment had dragged on for hours instead of just a few seconds. “Edward, I love you.” I wanted those words to be with him for the rest of eternity before I left him.

His teeth stopped just inches from my skin. I felt his cool breath on my neck, and then his eyes opened. The crimson colour had faded completely, and his eyes were liquid topaz. “What did you say?”

I stared at Edward as I spoke the words. “Edward Cullen. I love you.” I whispered.

That seemed to break his trance. Edward took my face in his hands, and kissed me. “I’m sorry, Bella. I’m sorry.” He said, brushing his lips against my forehead.

Then we both turned to see Victoria. She was clearly furious, and she made no effort to conceal that on her face. “Bite her!” She yelled at Edward, staring at him, eyes burning with fury. I was sure that she was trying to control Edward with her telepathy, but it did not seem to be working. I realized why before she did.

Edward and I had formed a bond strong enough to beat any force. And nothing, including Victoria, could ever get in the way of our love.

“Close your eyes, Bella. And count to ten.” Edward said, his voice having multiple edges to it. I did as he asked. I could tell that he was looking at my face, to make sure I wasn’t peaking.

Then I started counting. One. Pause. Two. Pause. Three. Pause. Four. Pause… I was afraid to open my eyes and see something that would emotionally scar me and guilt trip Edward for the rest of our lives, so I didn’t stop at ten. It dragged on until I felt a cool hand on my wrist, unmistakably Edward’s. I opened my eyes to see him staring at me curiously. I didn’t bother asking what he had done in the time I had my eyes closed. All that matter to me now was that I was with Edward again, free of Victoria.

“I have something I wanted to tell you back there but couldn’t,” Edward said, once we were outside.

“Yeah? What’s that?” I asked, staring curiously into his golden eyes.

“I love you.”

O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

Romeo - Romeo and Juliet