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The Shifter

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2. Stubborn

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I waved good-bye to Carlisle and Esme as I walked out the door, Edward holding my hand. He fiddled with the gold ring around my finger, and smiled when he noticed me watching him. He opened the Volvo door for me, set me down and was getting into his own seat before I could register that he had left my side. I smiled to myself as Edward started the car.

Thanks to his blatant disregard for the speed limit, we reached my house much sooner than I would have liked. Edward seemed to notice my unwillingness to leave the car, and he grabbed by hand, squeezing it tightly.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll be back soon as you go to bed,” he whispered, his face just inches from mine.

“I know,” I sighed reluctantly, breathing in Edward’s scent. He abruptly pulled away.

“Charlie,” was all he said, as he got out of the car and came to open my door. He held me up as I stumbled on the way to the open front door, where Charlie was waiting impatiently.

“Bella! How was your weekend?” he asked, pulling me inside the house. Edward followed, still holding my hand.

“It was good. We had fun, didn’t we, Edward?”

“Yes. We did,” he replied, somewhat stiffly.

Charlie was forced to acknowledge Edward. He nodded his head and then went off into the living room to put the TV on. Charlie still hadn’t forgiven Edward for leaving last September.

I sighed and sank into a chair at the kitchen table, putting my head in my hands. Edward sat beside me, and lifted my chin with his finger. He smiled apologetically, and I couldn’t help but smile back.

“I just wish he would accept you, Edward. He knows that I love you. He’s just stubborn,” I whispered, trying to reassure myself more than Edward.

“That sounds just like someone else I know,” Edward replied, his eyes dancing and a smile playing on his lips. I blushed and stood up.

“Bye, Edward. I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said, loud enough for Charlie to hear. I kissed Edward on the lips, then watched him walk out the door. I stayed like that until I heard Charlie get up and come into the kitchen.

“Was that Edward leaving?” he asked.

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Dad,” I answered. “Have you had dinner yet?”

Charlie shook his head, so I began bustling around the kitchen, looking for leftovers. It looked like we were having lasagne again tonight. I finished reheating our meals, put them on plates and placed them on the table.

There was an uncomfortable quiet as we ate. Charlie kept opening his mouth, then closing it again, constantly changing his mind. Finally, I chose to break the silence.

“Dad, you’d better start getting used to Edward hanging around here, you know,” I said.

Charlie looked up, then answered slowly. “Look, Bells, I’m just trying to do what’s best for you.” I started to protest, but he cut me off. “I know that you’re getting married. But don’t you remember anything about September? Bells, you were broken. You were numb. It would kill me to have to see you like that ever again.”

“Edward isn’t going to leave me again, Dad,” I said quietly. Talking about the empty time hurt, and I didn’t like to think about it.

Charlie noticed how uncomfortable I was, and let the subject drop. We finished our meal in complete silence, and as soon as I had had enough, I cleared away the dishes and escaped up to my room. I sat on my bed, my head in my hands. Tears fell slowly down my face. How was I going to marry Edward when my Dad hated him? I loved Edward with all my heart, all my soul, but Charlie was my Dad. I couldn’t disregard his opinion completely. I sobbed quietly, and didn’t notice as my window opened, and a silent figure entered my room.

Cold hands wrapped themselves around me, and Edward pulled me into his chest, rubbing circles on my back and humming my lullaby. I finally quieted down, and Edward looked at me expectantly.

“Aren’t you going to tell me what’s wrong?” he asked, feigning hurt.

I laughed weakly. “It’s nothing. Just Charlie. He was trying to convince me to leave you again.”

Edward looked thoughtful, staring into space. I knew he was listening to Charlie’s thoughts, trying to hear our conversation. His beautiful face suddenly dropped, and I knew he had heard, and seen, everything.

“Oh, Bella,” he said, his musical voice full of hurt and regret. “I never should have left. I am so sorry.”

I held his face in my hands. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I forgive you, and you won’t leave again. That’s all that matters to me.”

“But Charlie…” he whispered, his eyes looking intently into mine.

“He’ll come round. He has to.”

Edward still looked so upset. I couldn’t bear it. I kissed him gently on the lips.

“I love you, Edward.” I could feel him smile.

“I love you, too, Bella.”

He kept holding me, rocking me softly, until suddenly he went rigid. His face went blank as he sat as still as a statue.

“What is it, Edward?” I asked, panicking. My heart rate sped up; it was racing.

“Alice had a vision. I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he whispered urgently, coming out of his trance. He kissed me on the forehead and sprinted out the window,

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Caius looked up at the knock on the door. “Come in,” he called, annoyance showing in his velvet voice. Claire entered, her head bowed, her long black hair dishevelled, covering her face. She looked worse for wear. Her clothes were ripped, and the purple shadows under her eyes more noticeable. Only her brilliant red eyes remained the same. Caius shuffled papers on his desk, and motioned for her to sit down.

“I’m sorry, Master,” she whispered, her tone scared.

He held up his hand to prevent her speaking further. There was a look of pure anger on his face. “I see Jane caught up with you.”

Claire shuddered as he said this, and began to whimper. Caius appeared to ignore her, and continued.

“Alice Cullen saw you coming. I wonder why that was? No, wait, I know. Alice Cullen saw you coming because you weren’t going to use your abilities to hide yourself. And, Claire, can you tell me why that is so?” he whispered.

Claire looked up. “I forgot, Master. I was so excited, that I didn’t think.”

“You didn’t think to use your ability.” It wasn’t a question. “I have never heard a bigger falsehood in my life. And that, I assure you, has been a very long time.”

Claire began to whimper again.

“I have half a mind to go and ask Aro to find out why you really didn’t use your powers. You remember Aro’s special ability, don’t you? You are stubborn, Claire. You are used to having everything your own way. But that is changing. I am in charge, and whatever I say, you will do. Do you understand?”

Claire nodded silently.

“But, you are in luck, Claire. I have decided to give you a second chance. And if you fail again, don’t come to me looking for mercy. I’ll let Jane deal with you. Now go, and remember, do not fail.” Caius pushed Claire out the door and slammed it shut behind her.

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