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Muddling Memory

It's been 10 years since Bella changed and all she can remember is the pain, but someone is lurking in the shadows... Waiting for her memory to return.
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3. Love is a strange thing

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Please note these characters do not belong to me. The were created by Stephenie Meyer (genius) and the story below is me going along with my (poor) imagination and making up a little something silly!

[From the Point of View of Theodore]

Why do they let her go to school? Anything there could spark her memory. If she remembers a single thing then we are doomed: she is stronger than us. Her talent, although not developed and never used could lash out at any given time. If Jane says it’s telekinesis, then it’s telekinesis and we are all powerless. I mean, who can compete with that? Jane cannot penetrate her mind… She cannot control Bella the way she controls me and keeps me in my place.

I wish that I had a talent... I'm defenceless against Jane. The pain she inflicts runs through my now redundant veins. My heart yearns to pump again, just to move the pain away... That pain was previously unimaginable... It's unbearable. My muscles still hurt from the intensity of the spasms. I thought I'd seen cruelty... Jane... She brings a whole new definition to the table...

... What if he finds her, that Edward? He swore he would when we took her away and even when we were well into the forest we could still hear his screams. Jane had fun with him, but through it all he was resilient, he did not back down. He did not take back his vow to find her: it would have ended his pain, his suffering. Love is such a strange thing…

…. Amelia, my dearest… I will come back to you in Italy, as soon as we are done. I promise. There I go, talking to myself, again. She cannot hear you, fool. She knows you’ll be back, you promised her... But what if she finds another? There are other men that could satisfy her needs... She's a red-blooded woman after all... If only I could tell her my secret... But she'd run away, I know it. My midnight snacking on her blood would be over... Her blood sings to me... Without it, I am nothing... She said she loved you...

... But what are words without actions? I know I love her, why else would she be alive? She hasn't proved herself to me... Why should I trust such a weak soul? ... I'm sorry my love, I did not mean to doubt. I love you...

... Where is the sign? Jane told us there would be a sign! It’s taking too long… Technically ten years isn’t long in comparison to the time I’ve spent feeding on blood but the time passes slower now. – We have to keep our cover, stay… ‘vegetarian’ to keep that colour in our eyes… I suppose it helps us blend in, and Jane said… She said it was the only way that we would see the sign.

What sign?

Amelia, I will return. I promise. Just as soon as Bella gives us the sign… Maybe if we could make her remember… Then maybe she would lash out… Then maybe the sign would appear… I know she would defeat me, but it would be a temporary defeat. I’d return to Amelia soon after… I’ll find Charles, he’ll know what to do.

Amelia, I love-- shut up fool! She can’t hear you! Idiot.