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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!!!!!)

5. Chapter 5

Rating 3.9/5   Word Count 1714   Review this Chapter

Bella’s Point of View:

I sat in my room and turned on my stereo. I put in a really loud C.D. and let the blasting songs fill my head so I could hear nothing else. It really cleared my head.

I heard a knock on my door. “Come in.” My family filed in my room. I paused my music and turned to them. Angel started to speak.

“Princess.” I looked away. “Bella.” I got really mad at that.

“Look, I never want to be called ‘Bella’ ever again. You can call me ‘Iz’, ‘Izzie’, or ‘Princess’, but never ‘Bella’. I never want to hear that name again. It really hurts. Why do you think I let you call me ‘Princess’ for all these years? Because you weren’t calling me…’Bella’. That is my old name. I am now officially ‘Princess’.”

“Okay. I’m sorry….Look, I showed the notes we passed to everybody else and you never actually answered me. Why do you hate him so much?”

“Angel…I met Edward in Forks. It is a little town in Washington. He captured my heart the first time I saw him in the cafeteria, only I didn’t realize it.” I told them the entire story. I told them about Port Angeles and the meadow and about James and then prom and the summer we spent together. How he told me he loved me every time I so much as blinked. I told them about how he was my god sent straight from heaven and about our ‘impasse’.

I don’t think I could have possibly explained the love I felt for him and the love he told me he felt for me better than I did. Then, I told them about the birthday party and how much more distant he seemed. Finally, I told them about that day in the woods, when he left me for dead, telling me about his ‘distractions’, saying he would always love me ‘in a way’, but he needed to move on. I told them about my broken heart, broken dreams, broken life.

I proceeded to tell them about how Jacob became my personal sun and how he left me for dead as well. I told them about how Victoria found and changed me and how I channeled my sadness into tons of things including shopping and teaching.

“I was never the same after that day. My sadness was channeled into a million different things until anger worked out best. Angel…I don’t know if I can ever see him again. I might kill him and I could never live with the guilt if I did that to his family.”

“I understand. He is only in your one class. At lunch, we will sit far away from them and in that one class….I’ll protect you!” Angel said the last part with a heroic, prince charming pose and expression. I burst into laughter. Everyone else started to snicker.

Everybody left the room to leave me to my thoughts. I flipped the C.D. and the next song came on.


We walked into the lunch room again. I didn’t want to come to school today, but Kaylee and Victoria convinced me otherwise.

“Look, Princess,” Victoria had said, “I hate him too. Let’s go to school, hate him together, and if he tries anything, we kick his ass. Alright?”

“Princess, I know you hate him, anger is natural to heartbreak. If you need anything during the day, say the word and I’ll come get you. We can go into the forest, hunt, and kick the shit out of some unsuspecting trees.”

I sighed as my feet made contact with the ground as I moved up in line to buy the food I wouldn’t actually eat as I sat with the family that I wasn’t actually related to, while we were stared at by humans that didn’t actually have a chance. Vampires spent a lot of their time lying didn’t they? Damn, I was depressed! I decided to enjoy my lunch time.

“Hey, Dylan, I dare you to eat your entire pizza.”

“What? Are you crazy? I’ll die! First off, this thing has more grease than ingredients; secondly, I don’t exactly want to have to cough up an entire pizza later. So, no, I won’t eat my entire pizza.”

“You are just too chicken to eat your entire pizza.”

“Well, if you are saying I am too chicken, you eat the pizza.”

“Dylan, I can’t I got a salad to help keep up with my image. A tiny little thing like me wouldn’t eat a grease trap like that.”

“Okay, if you eat your entire salad, I’ll eat my entire pizza. Deal?”

“Deal. Aiden, you judge. Whoever eats the most and keeps it down the longest wins. Any bets are to be made official by talking to Kaylee. Kaylee, I bet $1,000 that Dylan will lose.”

“Got it down, Princess. Any more bets?” Kaylee took all the bets and there was $13,000 riding on me while there was $19,000 riding on Dylan. We’ll just see about that. If I won, I would get $5,000 dollars total. Our family tended to bet high, even thought the money was everyone’s anyway. The bragging rights were what we really went for.

“On your mark, get set, go!” Aiden started us off with a slap to the table. Dylan and I began to eat. The food was vile. I was still determined to win. Dylan ran out of the cafeteria soon after finishing his pizza. When he came back, we were all laughing and everyone collected their money. We headed to class as the bell rang.

This was probably my least favorite class, with Edward right next to me. Just that thought gave me a sick feeling. Angel must have noticed from where he was sitting, because next, he was asking permission to take me to the nurse’s office.

“Est-ce que Mme Lovell, je peux porter ma soeur à l’infirmière? Elle est malade.” Angel asked. Mrs. Lovell came over to our desks and looked at me.

“Oui, vous pouvez. Elle semble verte. Dépêchez-vous en arrière, meilleure Mme Taylor de sensation.”

Angel hurried me out of the room and down to the nurse. She looked at us with astonishment. That happened all the time. Normally, I would have just let them come out of their sick fantasies on their own, but I was going to be sick if she didn’t talk to us soon. Angel must have had the same thoughts, also, because he gave a little cough.

“What seems to be the problem here?” she asked, snapping out of her reverie.

“My little sister says she feels sick. Our teacher sent me down here with her.” Just, then I couldn’t hold it in any longer, I ran to the bathroom and coughed up my salad. Angel came in and held my blond hair for me. I put up a good show for Mrs. Maxwell. I needed to go home, now.

“Mrs. Maxwell, may I take my sister home now?”

“Yes, I’ll tell her teacher she’s leaving. Take her to get her things. You get yours too. Tell your parents that she should drink only ginger-ale or sprite and eat saltines or jell-o until she can keep something real down.”

“Sorry, Princess, looks like you’ll be on saltines and jell-o with sprite for a while.” Angel murmured. I stifled a giggle.

We went to our lockers to find Edward standing there. “What happened?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” I snapped back.

“Well, last time I checked, vampires don’t get sick or turn green.”

“Well, last time I checked, it was none of your business.”

“But what if this is some type of rare vampire disease that is now coming over to the states?”

“Like the Spanish influenza?” He looked shocked, and then hurt. I let that sink into his mind. Well, he left me so now; he has to deal with the ‘new’ Bella. She is full of hate so will allow the torture of her past love.

“It’s not.” I said, answering his earlier question. “I made a bet with Dylan. He ate his pizza, and I ate my salad. He was only able to keep his salad in until the middle of lunch. Obviously, I kept my salad down longer. Are you happy? You now know more of my business that I didn’t want you to know. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’re going home.”


Angel’s Point of View:

We went over to the Cullen’s again this afternoon everybody was here except Princess.

“Angel, where is Princess?”

“She ate a salad today at lunch as a part of a bet. She still feels sick. She decided not to come because she didn’t want to get anything on the floor.” I thought it was a pretty lame excuse, but what Princess says, goes. She always listens to us first before making a decision, but in the end, she wins every time.

“Why is Dylan here then? You were there when Princess told me he ate his entire pizza and I know there is more grease than everything else put together on those pizzas. Shouldn’t he have stayed home as well?”

“Well, Dylan-as you know, considering you wouldn’t leave Princess alone until she told you-got everything out during and after lunch. Princess, having a tiny body, has less come out than him; therefore, it takes her longer.”

“That’s odd, considering Alice takes a shorter time than Emmett, and Dylan is closer to Princess’ size than Emmett is to Alice.” He had called my lie and caught it. I didn’t want to, but I had to tell him something.

“Fine. You are right. Princess specifically told me to tell you the reason of her absence was because she felt sick. ‘That’s lame. They’ll figure it out.’ I told her. ‘Well, if they question it, tell them it is none if their business.’ She said back. “Well if they question that, what do I tell them’ I said. ‘The truth and apologize to them for me if it hurts them.’ So I’m going to tell you it is none of your business, Edward.”

“Well, if you won’t tell me, I’ll go ask her.” He left without another word. This was not going to look good.