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Bella's Fate

bannerHow can this be possible? Me? A different vampire? These questions erupted from Bella after her talk with Alice in her room. She knew something is different from her. She knew that it is impossible for everything to settle down just that. And now, she face this new challenge in her life that might break her clutch to Edward and to the rest of the world.

I made this out of my head one day while reading New Moon and still continued to rack my brain after Eclipse. Hope you enjoy it.

8. Chapter 8: "Dream"

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I opened the door of my room and quickly went inside.

My room was very spacious and had lots of furniture in it: a big cabinet stood in the far corner of the room, beside it was a desk with a big mirror hanging on the wall and king-size Victorian four-poster bed was in the center of the room.

Gianna had said that I was the only vampire in the house who has a bed because of the fact that I am also the only vampire who needed to sleep. I wasn't surprised by this - I didn't hunt like the others, I got all my strength from sleeping.

I strode towards the mirror to look at myself, and a beautiful girl stared back at me. I really looked like a princess - my magnificent mahogany hair flowed flawlessly down to my shoulders, and my white glowing skin matched my perfect pinkish red lips. The beautiful white dress that I was wearing was like the one that those princesses from the fairy tales used. My looks were almost perfect, except that my eyes were too black, empty and lifeless. I sighed. I hated being a vampire. I knew I was very beautiful and all, but so what? No big deal.

I went to my bed and curled into a ball. “I will definitely go to Forks tomorrow,” I murmured to myself. And then I closed my eyes.

I was in a very dark place - I couldn’t see anything. Weird, I thought to myself.

Hello?” I shouted through the nothingness. My voiced echoed, but no one responded. I walked and I walked but found darkness. The feeling of being trapped and lonely overwhelmed me, and I started to feel afraid. I stopped walking and I knelt down, putting my hands on my face. Where am I?

Then suddenly I heard a low sob. I immediately looked up and saw a girl sitting just inches from where I was, her back to me. Her hair was mahogany just like mine, and she was wearing a damp sweat shirt and tight jeans. Where did she come from?

“Hey,” I said to her, but she continued to sob. A human. “Are you alright? I won’t hurt you don’t worry. I don’t harm humans.” I was about to reach out to her when she started to speak.

“Edward, help me please,”she murmured between sobs.

Edward? I assumed it was her brother. “Come now, don’t you cry there, we’ll find your brother.” I was surprised that my voice suddenly sounded very soothing. The girl slowly turned her head to me. I prepared myself to welcome her with a comforting smile.

But I was very shocked. The girl was… me. She stared at me, and I stared back. This version of me had wide chocolate-brown eyes in contrast to my deep black ones.

She looked at me pleadingly. “Please,” she pleaded. “Please help me.”

I couldn’t speak. Why on earth was I asking myself for help?