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I love you, my Angel

Summary:
The night Edward 'died' but he wasn't alone. There was someone beside him, begging him to stay the whole time, pleading with him not to leave her in the darkness of her world. AU.


Notes:
Sooo....This can be a one shot....or it can't be a one shot....u choose.... I got the idea from listening to The River Flows In You and looking at an old fashoned picture hanging on my wall of a flower surounded building with lots of windows and a horse buggy outside....but I'm not really sure how that ended up as this....hmmmm...


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I hadn’t moved since I’d entered the room and positioned myself next to the window. That had been last night and now the clouds were a lighter color, a dull gray but still somehow made enough light to pass it as day.

“Knock, knock,”

“Two more minutes,” I whispered, not looking away from the scenery that I’d memorized through the night.


I needed the time to pull myself together. I had a feeling Jasper had been numbing the anguish throughout the night, that he had been trying as hard as he could to help me, but it hadn’t taken it away completely. And even that amount— about half, I guessed— was an unbearable hot fire that ripped and sizzled through my chest. Edward’s face had flashed across my eyes like an invisible heartbeat, almost bringing me to my knees in fits of sobs every time his scourging green eyes, so real in my illusions, flashed with love.

But that was all it would ever be—an illusion my mind was conjuring up to satisfy my cravings for the long dead man.

And it was time to pull my mask on, reign in my emotions once again. Jasper left silently but I could still almost feel his own sorrow—that wasn’t fair. He shouldn’t have to suffer because I did. So I sucked in a deep breath, trying to steady my trembling, and straitened my back. I let out the pent up breath and I frowned. It didn’t sound quite as blithe as I’d hoped it would.

Still, I turned from the window; my two minutes were up, and headed towards one of the boxes that I’d lodged into the room. It was full of clothes that I hadn’t bothered to unpack yet. I pealed the white top of with careful strength, making sure not to turn the plastic into dust. I grabbed a blue tee-shirt and some light jeans.

After I changed I sighed, hands on hips. I hadn’t even taking time to uncover all the furnisher in the room, so I flashed around the room in one graceful fling. When I skidded to a stop in the same second dust was tricking through the room and a neat pile of sheets sat in the middle of the room.

I dusted off my hands and walked out of the door, my mask fully in place now. For the moment I had stowed away the memories of Edward Mason.

“Yes, Bella, you will go to school,” Jasper insisted for the millionth time that day.

“Jasper, you can’t really be serious!” I protested, skidding to a stop across the river that I’d just leapt over. The last few second had been filled with our debating on whether or not I would be attending Forks High. Jasper had also insisted on a hunt, though he probably needed it more than me.

“We need to keep a low profile, Bells, and this is the easiest way. You’ve done it before and you’re doing it again,” He could be so stubborn sometimes!

“Yeah? So why do you get to work and I can’t?” I crossed my arms across my chest—it was my ‘human habit’ that I had. I also did it a lot when I was annoyed or feeling particularly stubborn.

Jasper threw me a stern look and sprinted into the woods behind the house. I flowed on his heel. “I get the job because I look older then you. Don’t you think it would look weird if the older cousin went to high school and the younger girl worked?”

“Oh you did not!” I snarled, a little more than annoyed that he was being so anti-feminist right now. Of all times! “Jasper, I know you grew up in times when women were supposed to be helpless but now is not the time! Besides, I went to school last time; I’m nearly a hundred years old, and you work at home. Who’s going to see you there?”

He changed the subject, “Let’s talk about this later, please? Right now we need to hunt,”

I cursed him under my breath but took off, smelling a particularly large wolf nearby somewhere. Lilac and something else…like honey suckle almost. Venom pooled in my mouth as I blurred through the unfamiliar forest.

I saw it before it smelt me. I grinned, all my too white teeth gleaming. In a quick stride, I launched into the air, grasping a branch with easy weight, and fell in the black fur coat. Subconsciously, loud snarls were ripping from my throat as the animal under me struggled feebly. My hands latched effortlessly onto the beautiful animal’s neck. I jerked it the wrong way and there was a loud crack. Had I not been so used to it, the sound would have been sickening. But I was, and I eagerly leaned down to the fallen hunter and burrowed my teeth into the hot flesh. Even warmer sweet blood ran into my mouth, tongue ushering in the delicacy before it could cool and loose the rich flavor.

After devouring the last of the crimson liquid, I straightened out of my crouch over the now cold body. I licked my bottom lip to get the last drop off without a bit on me, clothes remaining in perfect condition.

A light breeze told me Jasper wasn’t far away. I buried the soft creature under the ground and ran off to find him. He stood over a large moose that was on the floor motionless, crippled. He was whiping his hand across his mouth.
I inched my head ever so slightly to the side, questioning him without words.

He nodded quickly and I bolted back into the woods, threading through the thick greenness, both lost in our own thoughts—or so I’d thought. When we got back to the house Jasper stopped in the right before opening the sliding glass door. His hand stopped mid reach and I quickly stopped behind him, wondering what he was doing, afraid I already knew.

Jasper’s head twisted almost to where I could see his whole face, but I already knew where it would be, how it would be scrunched into his familiar worry lines and how his eyes would have that ‘look’ in them.

“Bella, if you’ll just really listen—”

“No, Jasper. I don’t want to hang around adolescent children all day. I’ve enough to worry about without them,” My voice was clipping, trying to close the conversation.

Jasper turned around all the way, shaking his head with a pleading look in his eyes. That was new…unexpected. “Just listen, Bella. Listen,” He put his hands on each shoulder, pressing down, and eyes intent. His mouth opened and closed a couple of times, gaping for words to fill it. Jasper never had problems communicating. It was part of his gift. His words finally came out fast and hard, even for my ears. “I don’t know how to explain it; that’s the problem! I just have this…feeling and I know I’m so close, just inches from getting it. The problem is, is I don’t even know what It is! It’s so frustrating and now that I’m finally so close, I want it bad.”

My face was finely composed. “And what does this have to do with me?”

“I just need you—I need you to please kind of be a look out for me,” His hands fell slack from my shoulder abruptly. It probably had a large part of my emotions going cold. I really, really didn’t want to be watch dog.

“Bella, please. I’m—I’m not strong enough to do this alone.” He begged, voice broken.

The look in his eyes, the aching need for something, snapped me into protection mode, even if that meant doing what I really hated. I wasn’t even angry that he was partially cheating; he knew I would do anything to protect him. He would do the same in return for me, though, too.

“Okay,” I complied. “What is it you need, Jasper?”
His face suddenly split in elation and guilt. “I’m so sorry, Bella. I know how much you don’t want to do this but…I’m just not strong enough to go about quite yet, to associate with humans alone and so long,” Shame burned in his apology.

I threw my arms around him; I couldn’t help it. I was going to help my brother in any way possible. “It’ll be okay, Jazz. I’ll do it. Don’t be afraid,”

One of his arms wrapped around and he turned us into the house. He talked as we entered the living room. “Like I said, I don’t even know what It is, so this isn’t going to be every easy; I’ll try my best to explain, though.”

I nodded, settling down next to him on the couch. “I know. I’ll help no matter what,”

He sighed again, something that gave away to his frustration; vampires didn’t even need the sign.

“High School; I think that would be the most…prudent way to manage this. I know you don’t want to do this so I’ll try and arrange it so it takes up the least time possible.”

“What am I looking for?”

He laughed; it sounding more like a frustrated groan. “I don’t know. That’s the problem…but…if it would be anything—I think it’s a girl, another vampire. A woman, perhaps,”

I nodded again very carefully. “Any idea as to what she looks like?”

“No. I don’t even know if she’s what I’m looking for, or who she would be, for that matter. Just—just keep your eyes out?”

“Okay,” I whispered, looking out the window. I knew I would look like I was a million miles away; that’s because I was.

Back and back and back, into a time I’d forbidden myself to ever tread ground on again.

“I’ll be back later,” I choked before bolting out the door, leaping over the river, and falling on the ground of some desolate grounding, letting the memory break through.

I cursed under my breath, examining the rip in my summer white dress. A few loose curls had fallen out of the bun that sat atop my head. Damn. I could only hope mother didn’t notice; I was falling over so much these days that it wasn’t likely.


I spit on my finger, rubbing the browned area around the rip that rode up to my knee. It only smudged it more. I growled under my breath and started down the road—mother had said something about new neighbors moving in and ‘we had to be prim and proper to please them—there was a new boy moving in too, hansom as ever. Sixteen, too!’

But mother had been suggesting boys for almost half a year now and none had ever seemed becoming. All of them were too stuffy and puffed up—marshmallows, I liked to call them. Of course, mother didn’t approve of that, especially when he was standing right there. Only, when wasn’t I upsetting mother?

I sighed, drudging through a small creek, soiling my shoes—too late. They had already been quite ruined.
My feet moved quicker then I would’ve liked, tapping down the dirt lane much too fast. I tried to slow them, to prolong the moment of meeting another marshmallow carve and copy; my body seemed to disagree, bringing the pace to a almost trot. What was wrong with it today? All day I’d been plagued with sweaty palms, random bursts of impatience, and even more cursed clumsiness than usual, for me that is. Even that Michal Newton would probably decide he’d had enough of my ‘improperness’ and left me alone to be pathetic. The expecting impatience had been to the extent of being nearly painful.

My quick almost-jog got me to my large white washed house swifter then I liked. I stood on the green lawn for several seconds, trying to delay the moment a little longer, forcing myself to not look at the house that sat across from us.

Taking a deep breath, I lifted my foot to start into the shadow of the house.

“Do you know them?” The soft voice questioned behind me.

I gasped, snagging my foot on the bottom of my dress in surprise, managing to tumble to the ground. I jumped up, facing the intruder.

He had a tall lanky build, maybe seventeen or eighteen, but not too bulky, long arms and tussled red brown hair. Large spring green eyes were laughing but his words were apologetic, though he’d hardly done anything. Still, beautiful.

My heart gave an embarrassing lurch as if it was trying desperately to make a run for it.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He rushed, “Are you okay?” He asked again. He extended a hand.

It took me a second but I managed to take it, pulling my all too spoiled dress down, trying to salvage whatever I possibly could of it. “No, no, no. Completely my fault. You see, I have a clumsy problem; you have nothing to do with this whatsoever.” I barely remembered to release his warm hand as I tried to unsuccessfully hold off a blush.

“Still, I’m very sorry you feel. Are you hurt?” His voice was soft and soothing.

I nodded my head, perhaps a little too franticly, as several more of my dark brown curls tumbled out of my clip—Oh, mother was going to throw a fit!—and into my face. “Perfectly fine,” I shoved them behind my ea, smiling.

He returned the smile and my heart near melted.
I’d never been ashamed of how I looked before, always going about as I would, but now, standing in front of the beautiful stranger, I felt dirty and rugged, much out of proportion to his elegance. I tried to hide my dirty fingers behind my dress casually.

“I’m—I’m Isabella. You can just call me Bella though,” I stuttered. What was I doing? I should be rushing into the house to get ready for the new comers, to go at least run a brush through my hair…the mere thought made my heart tremble for a second. Was it—was it the concept of leaving the stranger’s side? No, no of course not! Don’t think such wild thought, Bella, I scolded myself. Of course not.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Bella. My name is—”
“Isabella! Isabella, is that you? Come in the house right now, dear!”

I must’ve looked in close relations with a tomato, my face so hot with embarrassment that I was sure the stranger could feel the heat.


My heart twisted as I quickly scampered up the yard away from the beautiful boy, watching him stand there in the yard, motionless, staring at the door.

He was still for sevral more minutes before walking down the road in long but jerky movements. I sighed, though something was screaming at me from the inside to stop him from leaving, and slid down the door.

I came out of the strangely clear memory gasping in ragged sobs, the beautiful green eyes still blazing in my mind.