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The Little Human

Summary:
Set in New moon, after Edward leaves. Bella hasn't spoken in four months. She barely eats, she wakes each night screaming and Charlie is at his wit's end. Bella takes a walk in the woods, with the intention of taking her own life. Instead, she meets a woman, young and beautiful, who offers her everything she wants - needs - to get Edward back, without three days of screaming pain and an insatiable bloodlust. But there is a price. Bella must give up her voice, and then, she has three days to get Edward to prove his love for her. She agrees readily - after all, why would she need a voice when she hasn't spoken in four months, and if Edward still doesn't love her, she'll probably just kill herself anyway. So, the spell is performed, and Bella goes to sleep that night without any nightmares, eager for her new life to begin. However, the results aren't quite what she expected...


Notes:
Yeah, I know, Little Mermaid rip-off Ok, I don't actually own a single copy of Twilight, New Moon or Eclipse. I know, *gasp* Shock horror, etc... But anywho, what I'm saying is that some of this might not be completely accurate, but I tried, ok? Just bear with me...


6. VI ~ Revelations

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When I opened my eyes again, I was in the clearing where I had tried to hang myself. I regarded the rope hanging from the tree with interest. It looked as if it had simply snapped.

Had my meeting of The Mother of The Earth been nothing more than an illusion? A hallucination brought on by the lack of oxygen to my brain? Had the rope simply snapped, sending me falling to the ground in the position in which I now awoke? Had my life been saved by the fragility of the rope, and not some immortal ancestor of mine?

Disheartened, I considered going back to the house and acquiring more rope. Or perhaps Charlie’s gun…? But what if, by some miracle, she was real? What if she was telling the truth, and I could go to sleep tonight without nightmares, and awake tomorrow with everything I needed to chase after Edward?

Wait – I’d thought his name and felt no pain… Perhaps then, The Mother of The Earth was real, and not a hallucination created by my dying brain? Well, whatever the cause, I’d survived four months, what was one more night of pain in the grand scheme of things? One more night then, and if by tomorrow there was no change, then death would be easy. I knew where the painkillers were, though Charlie had tried to hide them from me. And I could easily get some bleach from the shop. No one would stop the police chief’s daughter from buying cleaning products when the entire town was aware that I did much of Charlie’s cleaning and cooking for him.

I vaguely heard voices calling my name, and realised with a start that my father would be worried. I got to my feet and walked back in the direction of my home, watching my step for any loose roots which could trip me up. I encountered not one my entire way home though I was certain the path had been chock full of them before. I silently thanked whatever god was watching over me, then realised it was probably (according to The Mother of The Earth) my ancestor, Pan. It was odd to think that I, Isabella Marie Swan, the most ordinary person on the planet, clumsy to the point where it was almost a disability, and not in any way the least bit extraordinary, could possibly be descended from a god.

There was nothing about me to mark me out from any other person on the planet, and yet… First Edward had somehow, impossibly fallen in love with me (though he had eventually realised his mistake), and now my immortal great-great-however-many-greats-grandmother was saying I was descended from a God, and that if I chose to live in the forest, unwed, after my 21st birthday, I would become immortal too. It was beyond belief, but then a couple of years ago, if you had told me Vampires were real I would have laughed and walked away, and what had happened? I had fallen in love with one!

Sighing, I jogged the last few meters, eager to be free from the suffocating green, pausing only at the boundary, sure I’d heard a voice. I broke from the shadow of the trees into the rare, welcoming sunlight, and tripped, right into Charlie’s arms.

Pan's POV

A figure, wreathed in shadows, yet seemingly made from the forest itself, watched as the pale brunette broke into a jog. She was obviously not at home in the forest, not as much as he who was born of it and part of it.

Yet his blood ran in her veins – how could she not feel the connection to the natural world around her? He had kept the path clear for her, knowing her tendency to trip on naught but air, and had, upon hearing her silent thanks, smiled with all the warmth in his heart of oak and vine, and then, near laughing as her innocent young mind realised she would be thanking him, her ancestor, watched as she slowed, nearing the edge of his domain.

Before she left completely, he whispered through the trees and grasses:

“Go Bella, my daughter. Go in peace, find the happiness ye deserve. Take with thee the blessings of thy father, Lord Pan. Fare thee well, my child, until we meet again, and I will watch over thee.”

He spoke in Greek, of course, but he knew, had the girl heard his near silent words, she would’ve understood. He also knew what she was giving up for her love, and he vowed to find this Vampire that had betrayed his daughter’s heart, and bring him back to her, or destroy him.

He drew back further into the mists as his descendant glanced behind her, then fled to the last tree of the woods to watch her as she stumbled, and fell straight into the waiting arms of her father.

This was the man that had captured his child Renee’s heart all those years ago, and who had his heart broken by the same. Perhaps, mused Pan as he withdrew to the heart of his forest home, perhaps he ought to save the doomed souls of heartbroken men also? He well remembered that night, twenty-two years ago, when he had drawn his daughter, Renee, to the place in the woods where a much younger Charlie readied himself to die, changing both of their lives, and producing his descendant, the child Bella, the girl who could change the world…

He fled onwards from the heart of the forest, and sped with the wings of a sparrow into the heart of the tribal lands, where a pale boy with copper hair lay curled up, surrounded by the wolves, protectors of this land.

Taking the form of a large spirit wolf, the image of their forefather, he strode from between the trees, the mists and shadows following him and circling the wolves, who turned to face him. He shifted his mind into English and addressed them in the manner of the spirit wolves, as the beasts’ mouths were unsuitable for the language which the natives spoke.

‘Leave the boy. It is not his time. Not today, nor tomorrow. Leave him be, and go home to your mothers and fathers, your siblings and your women.’

‘Who are you to boss us around?’ Snarled a fiery-souled boy.

Pan revealed his true form to the wolves, and they bowed their heads in reverence. Pan stood guard over the Vampire boy as the pack, led by their alpha, turned to leave. As the last two stepped towards the trees, Pan called out to the only female.

“Leah, wilst thou stay with me a while?” Surprised, she nodded, before slinking into the forest to phase. Pan smirked. Did she not realise that he could see her just as well from the trees as from the clearing?

Out of courtesy, however, he kept all eyes averted as she phased and dressed. The other, a young male, hovered warily by the forest edge, torn between two loyalties.

“Ye may stay if thou so wisheth Seth, but I shall not harm thy sister, fear not, I will not harm one of my own blood.” The boy-wolf’s eyes widened, and he nodded to his sister as she re-entered the clearing, in her human form, then bowed his head before the god, and trotted into the trees, weaving his way into the darkness until the shadows swallowed him.

Pan ordered the safe passage of the pack to their homes, and then turned to the awaiting she-wolf.

She was watching him, questioning.

“My child, I see the turmoil in thy heart, and I know the pain in which thou have lived for these past moons. I can offer ye a path which will cleanse this pain from thy soul. Immortality, the chance to protect thy land for generations to come. Thou art mine daughter, 21 winters old, betrayed by thy love – I believe the terms thou useth today be: ‘all the boxes are ticked’?” He could feel her pain, an acute stab in her heart whenever she thought of her love and her cousin. She nodded, silently, and smiled weakly. He saw the hesitation in her heart, and answered her unasked question.

“I saved the Vampire to heal the heart of my daughter, Isabella. My creation, the first of your line, from whose womb thou cameth, the first Earth Spirit, has madeth a bargain with her, of which she knows little, and he none. Leave him, he is so lost in his grief for the one he believes dead that he has not noticed the others leave, and he will not notice us. Go forth unto thy mother and brother, and bid them farewell, I will deal with the Vampire. When thou art ready, walk into the forest behind thy home, and wait. Thy ancestral mother, The Mother of The Earth will meet thee there.”

“Will I ever see my family again?”

“Thou may visit them for as long as they live. Thou will liveth forever, as long as thou sweareth not to wed.” She nodded again, and took off running into the dense trees.

Pan turned to the Vampire. He was not breathing, not moving. To the innocent, he would appear to be dead. Pan leant over him, and inserted one thought into his brain before the boy fell into his first slumber for 90 years, then disappeared into the mists once more.

Edward’s POV

I awoke the next morning with one thought on my mind. It consumed my entire concentration, so much that I didn’t immediately realise the impossibility of my slumber, the beauty of the sunlit morning, or the lone wolf that watched over me. I sat up quickly, though not as fast as usual, and gasped out:

“Bella is alive!”