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The Little Human

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...

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...

8. VIII ~ Lost

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I opened my eyes.

Last night had been a bit of a disappointment – I’d lost my voice, proving that The Mother of The Earth existed and my deal with her was real, but Charlie hadn’t noticed any difference in my face, and I didn’t feel any different. I sat up, then got slowly to my feet. I didn’t feel any stronger, or faster.

I walked across the room to get my wash bag. I tripped over my own feet, and hit my head on the desk. The pain was a dull throb, numbed by the pain in my heart. I caught my hand on a loose nail in one of the floorboards as I pushed myself to my feet. I’d have to get Charlie to look at that later. I rubbed my finger absently, before freezing. I could smell blood. I glanced at my hand. A cut on my hand was bleeding.

I rushed to the mirror in the bathroom, stumbling twice, but doing no real damage. A pale, thin face looked back at me, haggard from four months of sleepless nights. The dark circles under my eyes made me look almost Vampiric. Yet, there was something different… I pondered this as I prepared to shower.

I looked the same as before, my hair was the same colour, my eyes, my face, everything was the same as it had always been, yet there was something different. I dressed quickly, in tracksuit bottoms and a baggy t-shirt. I wasn’t in the mood to dress up today. I fell down the stairs, and began to prepare Charlie’s breakfast.

Alice ’s POV

I opened my eyes and emerged from my vision.

“My God, Jasper we have to get to Forks!”

“What is it Alice? Are Edward and Bella ok?”

“Edward’s fine, but Bella…”

“What’s wrong with Bella?” He asked, grabbing his jeans and starting to get dressed.

“She’s wearing unfashionable clothes!” I shrieked. Jasper groaned and returned to his computer.

“You may think it’s nothing, but it is a crime against fashion! I must go help her!” I grabbed my bag and my keys and sprinted to my Porsche. Jasper followed, muttering curses under his breath as he pulled on a shirt. I tossed him the keys, and climbed into the passenger seat.

“To Forks, Jazzy, and don’t spare the engine!”

“Oh God…” He groaned.

Bella’s POV

“Morning Bells.” Charlie yawned, sitting down at the table and unfolding the morning paper. I nodded and smiled.

“Bella, are you still not talking to me? What’s going on?” I got out my notebook and pen.

Look dad, I'm sorry but I really can’t tell you but I'm fine and there’s no need for you to stay home, you can go to work, I’ll be fine.

“Isabella Marie Swan, I'm staying home today and that’s final. I’ve already called work and taken a day off. Talk to me Bells. What can’t you tell me? Are you in some kind of trouble?” I shook my head vehemently. “Bella, talk to me. You know-” He was interrupted by a knock on the door. I rose from my seat, leaving Charlie to eat his breakfast.

My heart started to beat faster as I approached the door, as if behind it lay some danger.

Everything seemed to slow down as the door creaked open…

On the doorstep stood a bedraggled figure. He looked at me with agonised green eyes, dark hair dripping water down his cheeks.

“Bella” He groaned, and collapsed, unconscious.

I caught him, surprised at his weight, but more so at the fact he was unconscious. I lowered him to the floor, and dragged him further into the hall, so I could shut the door.

I debated how best to move him. I needed Charlie’s help, but I didn’t want to leave him alone on the floor. I reached out to touch his cheek, then jerked back in surprise. The skin of his cheek was cold, but it was no longer the flawless marble I was used to. I marvelled at this as I banged on the wall to get Charlie’s attention.

“What is it Bells?” He asked as he walked through the door “Who was at the d-“ He stopped abruptly.

“My God, what happened?”

I gestured to the limp body on the floor, and then towards the living room. Charlie nodded, and took the head, whilst I grabbed his feet.

“Whoa, he’s kinda heavy isn’t he?” He grunted as he dragged him onto the sofa. I nodded weakly in agreement, before kneeling besides his head, stroking the hair out of his eyes.

Charlie coughed, and excused himself. I stayed right where I was, gazing at my angel, newly returned to me. He was different – there were no obvious changes, other than his eyes, but the pure perfection of his features was gone. He no longer looked like a god, merely a very attractive boy.

I pinched myself again – it seemed impossible that he could be here, in front of me. I rested my hand on his cheek, and he stirred at my touch. He smiled slightly in his sleep, and I grinned too, hot tears falling from my eyes. The hole in my chest was gone – as if Edward had brought the missing piece back with him, his mere appearance was enough to heal me.

I sighed, and rested my head on his chest, content just to stay in that one spot forever.

And sat up again abruptly as I heard something which I thought was impossible. I grabbed Edward’s wrist, and my eyes widened as I felt how warm it was. But that was not my goal. I ran my fingers over the inside of his wrist until I found what I was looking for…

A pulse.

Edward was alive.