A Haunting Past
So Edward left Bella, and Victoria got to her first. Years later, they meet again, only the Cullens don't know it's Bella as she is going by the name "Princess" and Bella hates Edward. What will happen? I don't know! Read for yourself! Okay, I have 1 review for every 51.967741935483870967741935483871 reads. Aka: 1 review for every 52 reads. That is actuallly kind of depressing. I mean, is the story that horrid? Are all of you nice reviewers lying to me? Or do you just not want to take 5 seconds to tell me about my story. For serious, I don't care if you write a review telling me what colour socks you are wearing or what flavour cookie you are eating. Or if you perfer tacos to lemon squares. I just want reviews. Okay, we all know I'm bad with the updating. You want to know how bad? I have NO idea whats going on in my story right now. I know, that's sad. But all of my current efforts to re-focus go out to the peeps who are tryin to get me re-motivated. Thanks guys! I love you!I <3 My READERS!!!!!
So what happens when Bella meets Edward again and after 105 years, all her sadness has had time to boil and turn into anger? I guess we'll find out! Okay, beloved readers and reviewers, this is what is called a FANfiction. Obviousally, besides the fact that I can't spell, that means that I am not the super amazing-a-licious, fantabulous, Stephenie Meyer. That means that I don't own Twilight or any Twilight related stuffs...sadly....I wish I owned Edward! Who doesn't? (Besides Team Jacob scum!!!!!)
4. Chapter 4
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Bella’s Point of View:
So what really is the problem? Why do you want to hate him?
Angel sent this note to me as I sat down, next to Edward. Oh, I hate this teacher so much! How could she put me next to him? I hate fate so much!
Angel, he left me! I put a shield around your mind by the way; you don’t have to block your thoughts. But I was broken, I was worse than dead. I did beg Victoria to kill me! She was going to have me kill her, but in the end, she decided we could get through it together. She kept me alive.
I passed this to him and he quickly scribbled down his response. He sent it back.
I fully understand. I’ve never told anyone this, but part of the reason I can heal people’s hearts is because I helped tons of girls with problems like yours. They all came to me to try to heal their heart. But you still didn’t really answer my question. Why do you hate him so much?
I could feel Edward’s eyes gazing over to the paper. I quickly hid it and glared at him.
“You don’t have to be so hostile you know.” He said.
“You don’t have to be so nosy and annoying. If that note was meant for you to read, I would have handed it to you, or Angel would have thrown it to you not me.”
“Okay, I’m sorry there now will you please tell me why you hate me so much? I’m dying to know. I didn’t actually do anything to you.”
“Leave me alone, mind your own business.”
“Ms. Taylor, is Mr. Cullen bothering you?” The teache interrupted.
“Actually, Mrs.Lovell, he is. May I please switch seats?”
“Yes, of course. Mr. Cullen, detention, this afternoon. Mr. Hall, kindly switch seats with Mr. Cullen.”
“Thank-you. Will that be okay, Ms. Taylor?”
Yes, ma’am, it will. Thank-you.”
Edward’s point of view:
I saw Alice in the hallway after class. She was cracking up.
“Looks like you are giving up the keys to your car!”
“I don’t have to. Rose and Emmett came in late, remember, you can take her car home.”
“Oh yeah…Do you have to ruin my fun?”
“Yes, considering you saw me get a detention and didn’t tell me, I have to ruin your fun.”
“You shouldn’t have annoyed her! I can tell she is really tough. I recommend not messing with her again.”
“Well, I now sit in the back of the room so I won’t be.”
“Good. It would defiantly be bad for our family.” She said, dancing off to the parking lot.
The worst part is, I can’t read any of her family’s minds and I know that note I didn’t get to see was about me. There is just something about her….I walked off to the detention room. Boy, this was going to be fun.
Bella’s Point of View:
I got into my black viper with Angel and Kaylee. Everyone else got into Victoria’s purple viper. We followed the Cullens to their home. I couldn’t wait to see Carlisle and Esme, to find out how they were doing. I still couldn’t let them see who I really was though. We pulled up to their mansion. It was similar to our house except this one had Esme’s touch and was blue. Our house was yellow.
I climbed out of the car and followed the Cullens into their house.
“Oh, hello. My name is Esme, this is my husband Carlisle. Welcome to our home.”
We all sat down on the couches in the living room.
“Your house is beautiful.” I said to Esme.
“Why, thank-you I work on all the houses we live in, making them as nice as I can. It’s is a hobby of mine.”
“It certainly shows. Well, I am the leader of my coven. This is everyone. You can call me Princess and this is Angel and his wife, Kaylee, Dylan and his fiancée, Rachel, or Chi-chi, and Aiden and his wife Victoria. I was asked to come to a meeting to discuss boundary lines, hunting grounds, power demonstrations, that sort of thing by Edward who is not here.”
“Oh, yes, Alice, where is Edward? He should have better manners than that. Asking people over and then not being here!”
“Begging your pardon, Mrs. Cullen. It is not Edward’s fault for his absence. It is mine. I accidentally got him put in detention today.”
“Detention? What did he do?”
“Well, I was angry with him for hurting my sisters and when he started to bug me in Spanish and the teacher saw, she put him in detention and had him switch seats.” Emmett was the first to burst out laughing and soon all the Cullens excluding Esme followed.
“That boy is in for it when he gets home!” Esme said.
“Oh! Can we do power demonstrations now?” Alice asked, eagerness rolling off of her in waves.
“Yes, it is Edward’s own fault he wasn’t here to see them. If your coven does not mind saying their name, power, then the demonstration.” said Carlisle, responding to Alice’s eagerness.
I gestured to Angel to do the re-introductions and power demonstrations first.
“This is my wife, Kaylee, her power is to fight. She could easily take on anybody. Are there any volunteers?”
“I’ll do it!” Of course Emmett has to volunteer. He is always looking for a fight.
“Ready, go!” Angel started the fight. Emmett was down in two seconds flat.
“Ow! She bit me!”
“Now, I’ll demonstrate my power. My name is angel and I can heal people.” He walked over to Emmett and put his hand over the bite mark. It was gone within five seconds.
“Wow! There isn’t even a scar!” Emmett was astonished.
“No rematch Emmett?”
“No! I’ll admit to getting my ass kicked, Kaylee! Please don’t hurt me!” Everybody laughed.
“We should have gotten that on tape!” Rosalie said.
“Don’t worry, Rose! I did! It will now go in ‘Alice’s blackmail collection’!” Alice replied.
“Nice. Good job, Alice!”
“Alice, I will do anything! Please don’t use this against me!” Emmett pleaded.
“Not a chance, Emmett! You just got whipped! I am not giving this up for anything! Well, maybe for Bella to be here, or if someone needed the tape in exchange for the safe return of my family…” Alice had started to rant.
“We get it Alice!”
“Oh, Emmett, you are just mad because you got owned!”
“Okay, who’s next?” said Carlisle, always in command.
“I am. My name is Rachel, but you can call me Chi-chi. My power is telekinesis.” She picked up Carlisle and Esme with her mind and gently set them back down. Carlisle nodded in approval.
“My name is Dylan; I am Chi-chi’s fiancé. My power is to manipulate fire and ice as well as have it come out of nowhere.” He made a fire heart come up from his hand. He sent it towards Rachel and stopped it right before it hit her.
“Now ice.” Dylan said as he made a single ice rose and handed it to Esme. “For you, in repayment for your graciousness.”
“Thank-you. It is lovely.”
“Stop being such a dork, Dylan. Now it’s my turn! You know who I am, we’ve met before, and my power is escape, which, I can’t actually show you.”
“My name is Aiden and I am Victoria’s husband. My power is mind control.” Suddenly, Emmett was singing.
“I feel pretty. Oh so pretty. I feel pretty and witty and gay! And I pity any girl who isn’t me today! I feel charming! And enchanting! Feel like running and dancing for joy! For I’m loved, by a pretty, wonderful boy!”
He stopped singing and fell over only to be laughed at by everyone in the house.
“Yes! I got that on tape, too! Man, Emmett, you had better be nice to me for the next million years!” Alice said, bouncing with joy.
“Got what on tape?”
“Oh, nothing, really. It was only you singing ‘I feel pretty’ from West Side Story. Oh, and dancing around the room like a ballerina.”
“I do not remember it being torture Emmett day!”
“That’s because everyday is torture Emmett day.” Alice said, her laugh sounding like bells.
Angel introduced me to everybody. “This is the leader of our coven, Princess. Nobody knows her real name and so we just call her Princess. Her powers are her mood-ring like eyes,” I thought of how Edward was so mean to my family today and my eyes went from their normal brown/gold to pitch black. “She can put shields around people, she has ones over all of our minds right now, and she can make objects go to a parallel universe and bring them back at will. The universe is just a white pit of nothingness. It can actually be extremely relaxing at times.”
“Do you mind demonstrating this for us?” Carlisle asked as Edward walked into the room. Suddenly, he was gone.
“Note, Edward’s disappearance, I have sent him to the alternate universe. If I were to get on a plane right now and fly to Egypt, and then bring him out of the universe, he would also be in Egypt, because I carry this universe around with me.” I brought him back out of the parallel universe. He fell onto the floor with a crash and turned to glare at me. I smiled back evilly. The room tensed up. Everyone was waiting on everyone else.
“Alice, what is it? You look like you are ready to burst!” asked Jasper, the concern evident on his face.
“Can I please help plan your wedding, Dylan and Rachel?”
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