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Overshadow

Summary:
Edward leaves Bella for the second time...
Bella has suffered so much already, barely able to be called human almost...
She tries once again to lead a normal life as if nothing had gone wrong...
But when she goes off to college and meets some interesting people who could help her change her eternity, will memories be enough for her to accept?
DISCONTINUED.


Notes:


11. Explanations

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“You look scared,” he murmured, reaching out with an extended hand, as if to brush the hair from my face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you, I just . . . what do you mean? Do you think someone sent me out to save you? Or what? I’ll admit, you have me confused a little.”

I shook my head. “Tell me the truth,” I whispered, backing away.

“Bella, I-” he seemed to hesitate a little, not quite comprehending my unfathomable questions. “Really, I’m trying to understand you here. What do you mean? Is someone - you think someone sent me to get you or what?”

“Don’t try to act dumb!” I shrieked at him, using all the volume my sore throat could manage. “I know what you are! Do you think I’m stupid?” I didn’t even allow him the chance to answer, I was shaking with rage, screaming, exasperated. Tears formed in my eyes, boiling over with my anger. “If he left me again, he has no reason to care! Gosh, dammit, Edward Cullen! Make up your mind!” I screamed at the ceiling, then my head snapped back to my earlier thoughts; it wasn’t Edward. “No! I know who sent you here! It wasn‘t him, it was . . . the Volturi? Or . . . Irina‘s going to take out Laurent‘s death on me . . . . Who . . . ?” I yelled at him, hands balled up at my sides. It couldn’t be Edward, he would never hurt me, not physically anyway. But really, what were the odds? My breathing turned to panting and soon I was hyperventilating on the spot.

“Was it Edward? Did he send you to come check up on me?” I croaked.

The guy continued to look at me with furrowed brows, his mouth agape as he cocked his head to the side, shaking it in quick short movements. “What are you talking about?” he asked, and he truly sounded like he had no clue, like he really didn’t know what I was talking about. Only sincerity filled his smooth voice.

And then, he was right in front of me, trying to calm me down as he placed his hands on my arms. My shaking minimized and my breathing itched towards its normal rhythm, still far off by a football field, though. “Okay, okay. Let me get this straight.” He sighed, confusion splayed out across his too-perfect face before he started talking again. “You think the Volturi is out to get you? H-how do you even know what the Volturi . . . ?” He paused for a second in shocked silence, and it finally dawned on him. “Y-y-you know what I am . . . ,” he accused, dropping his arms.

His eyes were far away for a moment as he thought about everything that had spilled out of my mouth. He couldn’t believe that I, a puny human, knew more than he thought anyone would ever know. About him, about his nature and his past maybe, in a sense anyway.

I stifled back a sob, breaking down for nearly the millionth time since I’ve been here, in this wretched place. I closed my eyes, ignoring his statement and asking something vitally more important. “You mean . . . nobody sent you after me?” I whispered, grateful and slightly depressed at the same time.

His gaze hardened as he looked at me with incredulous eyes. “How do you know what . . . I am?” he asked, deeply disbelieving. “What do you think I am?”

I took a deep breath before I looked at him, locking my dull brown eyes with his rich golden ones. “A vampire,” I whispered.

His jaw dropped open and to my surprise, he laughed. A deep beautiful sound, like the bubbling and gurgling of a distant stream. “You-” he shook his head. “You think I’m a vampire?” he continued to laugh, but it didn’t touch his eyes, almost as if forcing the fake laugh out of his system. “Aren’t-aren’t those mythical creatures? Are you insane?”

I considered that briefly, it was after all, a possibility. This world was driving me crazy. But I held on to my argument; I knew what he was, and he wasn’t going to deny it. “Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about! You’re not the first you know! I’m not crazy, I may be acting like it but I know what you are!” I screamed, my chest moved up and down rapidly, my lungs not used to this kind of abuse.

His face was serious then, and the laughing stopped as soon as it had begun. “I don’t know what you mean,” he muttered, acid laced through his words.

“You’re a vampire, you don’t drink human blood but instead drink animal blood in place of it,” I explained to him in a rush, hoping that he would just give it up. “That’s why your eyes are golden. And your skin is pale, and cold-”

“It’s Alaska,” he muttered, barely loud enough that I could hear him.

“I know that, but I’ve been here for . . . two years now, and it doesn’t affect me the way it does you, ‘cause actually it doesn’t affect you, you’re just naturally cold. And no normal human would be able to get through that kind of current to save me, no human at all. And . . . and . . . ,” I had run out of explanations, but I knew that he didn’t sleep or eat, I just couldn’t prove that since I had been sleeping a lot lately, and he might use that against me.

I started whispering then, my explanation hurt a lot worse. “I knew this coven of them. They were also . . . very much like you, civilized. A few of them went to the high school I attended and . . . I . . . I intended on joining them one day. Of course that didn’t work out, but you don’t have to lie to me. I know what you are. . . .”

“You’re serious,” he stated, as he realized that what I was saying was a serious matter, that I wasn’t joking with him. Was it so impossible to know that someone on the outside - as Edward had once put it - knew what was going on? You couldn’t keep a secret forever, after all.

“Yes.”

“How? You were planning to join . . . them?” he asked. “Then, why didn’t you?”

I sighed, sadness pressed down on me from above like a heavy cloud. I decided to get this over with. “I- it’s complicated. You see, I was with one of them, and though it was not possible for us to be together, not while I was human anyway, we planned on a wedding. But the wedding - it didn’t fall through. We . . . broke up, and that was the end of it.”

His eyes saddened, and he looked like he wanted to comfort me, but made no sudden move. “This Edward . . . Was that him?”

“Yeah,” I whispered, not quite looking at him anymore. Silent tears stroked my cheeks, rolling down my cold skin, I closed my eyes at the memories. I felt a peaceful sadness surround me. It was too much, I didn’t want to talk about it, but at the same time, I wanted to talk about it. I didn’t want it to stay bubbled up inside of me. I wanted my emotions to run loose, a little worried about the outcome though.

“And the Volturi . . . How do you know about them?” he whispered, understanding dripping from his words.

I took another deep breath, still keeping my eyes closed. “The Volturi . . . Edward had told me about them once, a long time ago. And when he . . . left the first time, I might have jumped off a cliff . . . and his sister - she has premonitions of a kind - saw me, but she never saw me resurface. So she thought I had died. She passed on the news and his other sister told him. So he went to Volterra and tried to convince them to kill him.

“Luckily enough, his sister came back to Forks - that’s where I lived - to help my dad, ‘cause she thought I was dead. Then, I met up with her at my house, where she was and later she saw him trying to kill himself - Edward-” I took another deep breath “-and we went after him, to try to stop him. That’s where I met the Volturi, and since humans can’t really know about them, they kind of said I had to be changed, not only because of that but also because they thought I would have some kind of useful power when I was turned, because nobody can touch my mind in a way . . . . Anyway, that’s why.”

His mouth was hanging open in astonishment when I finished. It only lasted a short moment. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts before he put the pieces of the puzzle together. “And that’s why they might be after you.”

“Yes.”

“And this Irina? What about her?”

“Well, Irina . . . When I had barely met Edward, when we were freshly dating, he took me to watch his family play a game of baseball. Well, when we were there, this other coven of vampires were in the area and happened to hear them playing. So they went to join in, and since I was there and the Cullen’s defended me, one of them decided to . . . hunt me.

“Edward later killed him and Victoria - his mate - went out for revenge. This Laurent helped her and he found me incidentally one day and the wolves got him-”

“Wolves?”

“Yeah. Anyway, they got him and before that, he had gone to Alaska to check out another coven in Denali, and he and Irina hooked up and so . . . you know the rest of the story,” I finished. I had been so wrapped up in my explanations that my tears had even dried up. My voice no longer croaked, and despite everything, I suddenly felt better. Talking about it was good. And, though I sounded insane, I knew he knew I wasn’t, and that was a great help in its own.

“That’s . . . ,” he hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. “That’s . . . interesting,” he muttered.

I gave him an impish grin, pressing my lips together. “Yeah . . . .” I sniffled, crossing my arms over my chest and sitting on the fancy furniture.

He came to sit next to me. “Wow,” he sighed. “That’s . . . that’s some story.”

I smiled politely again, looking at the floor in front of me.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

I closed my eyes and leaned back on the sofa, face tilted up. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, fresh tears on the rim of them.

“How . . . ? I don’t mean to be intrusive, but . . . You don’t have to tell me, but . . . why did you break up?” he asked in a silent voice.

I stared at the ceiling and sighed, dropping my head into my hands. “I don’t want to talk about it, at least not now anyway.”

He seemed to respect that. He was quiet, thinking maybe.

“You never told me your name,” I stated numbly, my voice muffled by the material of my sleeves that I had pulled up over my wrists.

“Oh, sorry,” he chuckled. “I guess I forgot. My name is Jonathan,” he whispered holding out his hand to shake mine.

I turned my head to look at it and slowly - a second to late - reached out to shake hands with him. “You already know my name.”

He laughed lightly again, “Yeah.”

My hands dropped to my lap and I looked up at the ceiling again. “What day is it?” I wondered aloud.

“It’s Saturday,” he answered.

I jumped up off the couch and turned to look at him, eyes wide. I was very angry with myself. “Saturday?! As in . . . the nineteenth of May?

He looked confused again at my sudden mood swing. “Yes, it’s Saturday, May 19, 2010.”

“Crap! Crap! CRAP!” I groaned, my hands flew to my forehead in fists and I nearly ended up giving myself a black eye. I started pacing around in front of him, angry, lengthy strides driving a line into the rug.

I stopped pacing and stared at Jonathan with renounced hope. “Quick! What time is it?” I demanded.

He froze, his eyes roamed the room. “We don’t have any time pieces here.”

My face fell and lit back up again in the same second. “A cell phone?”

He bounced back up from the sofa, standing up and running into another room in a flash. My hair blew in the sudden indoors-wind.

In the time I had to look back up, he was already there, cell phone in hand. I grabbed it quickly and stumbled to open the dang device.

The phone lit up when I finally managed to open it - two minutes later.

6:49 - it read.

My jaw fell open and I literally left a mark this time when my hand flew up to cover my face. “Ow,” I grumbled, quickly resetting my facial expression.

“What’s wrong?” Jonathan asked.

“I’m going to miss my flight - it leaves in two minutes,” I whispered, slumping to the ground.

“I can drive you; you just need to call in to announce a delay.”

I looked up in hope. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

I scrambled to my feet and threw my arms around him. “Thanks!” I squealed, composing myself and pulling away. “I just need to get my stuff, do you think you could drive me to my apartment?”

“Yeah, just hurry up and call for the delay before they start boarding.”

* * *

I called a delay while he drove and thankfully, I was able to board my flight with the rest of the passengers just in time.