The Almost Opposite: Setting Sun
It seemed as if things could get better after the three years of waiting for it to change. My mind was beginning to forget all the pain and open up again. Maybe not to love but to at least happiness. To forgivness. Then, the owner of the Volvo, Regan Atwood, a girl who's differnt in many differnt ways, comes to find Edward with the key to moving on. This story is for the people who didn't like Breaking Dawn. Hope you enjoy. It's off the wall and really really fun for me to write so I hope you really relaly like it.
This story is very off the wall. I thought of it while at a jazz cafe and there was an amazingly good looking guy and he was talking to his friend ((not that i was evedropping O.O)) about how this girl was the key to moving on and blah blah blah. I'M RAMBLING. I hope you enjoy the story. Because I love it!
2. Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained
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Regan stood wordless for a second, staring at me, her eyes not wavering from my face, making her seem like a misfit in normal human society where most people look away from me intimidated. Her face seemed to be hiding something, before I saw her lips flicker into a smile and then back into the same casual line. No one human would have thought twice about it, but my mind unraveled it quickly.
"Do you find hilarity in all situations like this?" My tone was more disgusted then I had imagined it would be and I saw the look of slight hurt in her eyes and felt a pang of guilt.
"No, I just mean it seemed like an odd point to laugh at." I explained quickly, not wanting to hurt her feelings.
Regan shrugged and then let the smile slip across her surprisingly beautiful face, "It just seems to me like that Isabella was a little stupid."
"Stupid?" I asked, this time allowing the disgust to coat every word heavily. It didn't affect Regan as well as I thought it would.
"Yes, stupid," She responded as if I was the one that was acting without intelligence, "Obviously she wanted the car for the two years she had it. Well before she 'inherited' it." Regan made air quotes around the word 'inherited' and I chuckled at her. Bella was never a good liar. "It just seems like that Isabella had a hard time letting go. And, it seems like I have a hard time keeping my mouth shut."
I quickly dismissed her words but my eyes looked worriedly as Regan looked down at her feet and tucked her hair behind her ear, nervously. Thankfully, her hair wafting towards me didn't make the scent more powerful. Regan was still looking down at her feet when I heard her softly speak.
"I told myself I shouldn't have come..." She trailed off with her sentence and I realized it was just meant for her to hear.
"Thank you." I said, trying to wipe the look of regret and sorrow off her face. It was breaking my broken heart to see her like that. "This ring isimportant to me. So, thank you."
"Yeah, it was nice meeting you. Have a nice day?" Regan's back was turned on me as she quickly opened the door just enough for her to get out of it and then softly letting it click shut.
Her attitude was surprising even for a woman. It honestly seemed as if the sheer 'stupidity' of Bella upset her to the point of sorrow. I wouldn't have called it stupidity, but to each their own. For some reason I wanted to run down there and-
"Edward what did you do to her?!" Alice's voice erupted into the room and I nearly covered my ears because of her high pitched shrill. "She was nice and I heard you say she was different! Sometimes, Edward different is a good thing! For you it's probably a great thing! And you ran her off to the point of depression!" Alice's voice grew in intensity and I looked up to see Jasper and Emmett plus Rosalie's eyes were all narrowing in on me. My head shook to it’s own accord as they all stared with the same glare full of revulsion and confusion.
"I agree with Alice," Jasper said obediently, following Alice’s’ lead. "My head is spinning because her emotions were so upset..." In a Jasper-like fashion he trailed off into his own world.
"Really, I didn't do anything!" I explained, "All she did was give me this and she left in tears apparently!" I held up the said ring with the note attached and threw it at their feet.
Rosalie was the first to speak and surprisingly it wasn't with the expected emotion of hate or anger.
"Edward, that ring and note don't matter," she said, her voice calm and collected maybe even with a hint of caring. "What matters is that I can tell you actually care for that girl more then you're letting me see."
"I don't care for that girl!" I said, rubbing the back of my neck with anger and frustration.
"You didn't kill her." Rosalie said, with such finality that I looked up. "That proves something."
Rosalie's eyes had emotion for the first time since her hate of Bella had left them. The emotion in the room was palpable and I saw Jasper wince in pain then back slowly out of the room. With Rosalie's eyes still burning into me I faltered on what I was supposed to do so I asked.
"So what do you expect me to do Rosalie? I can't run after her." I said, "Most people can't run the same speed as a Volvo."
"Yeah, and most vampires can't not kill a human while A) they are alone with them, and B) when they smell like she did." Emmett said and I grinned at him in response to what he said.
Sadly, neither Rosalie nor Alice let their glares loosen but thankfully I heard Carlisle as he came up the steps and appeared behind the herd that was in my doorway. He had just gotten home; I smelled the familiar bleach and blood smell of the hospital on him.
"What's going on here?" Carlisle asked, trying to act innocent.
"They called you didn't they?" I asked, sighing with frustration when I read Rosalie's mind, stilling brimming with sadness.
"Yes, they did Edward." Carlisle answered me without hesitation, "Come on now, all of you out. I'm going to do the talking now." Carlisle pushing through them and caroled them out of the room, except for the unmoved Rosalie. "Rosalie, out." His voice was serious but Rosalie stood unmoved.
"Edward," Rosalie said, her voice thick with emotion and guilt flooded through me, "Imagine, please, what it would be like for me to be without Emmett. Don't make yourself that way because of-of that horrid-"
"Rosalie, that is enough!" Carlisle's voice boomed off the panes of glass and they shook in response, "The last thing Edward needs is a guilt trip from you."
With that, Rosalie swiftly turned her back and glided out of the room where Emmett waited with his hand out for her to take. She took it gratefully pulled him to her as they walked down the hallway to their room. I watched my feet, guiltily, and hoped that Carlisle wasn't disappointed. When there was silence I started to pick up some of the CD’s and stack them on my shelves.
"Thanks for that I really-" I started to sigh with relief but then I heard Carlisle clear his throat and I looked up to see the ring and note in his hands but not the disappointment in his eyes.
"I got Rosalie away. But now we have to talk." Carlisle said, his voice was different from the others, it was thick with concern and worry, and his voice's texture matched his thoughts. He looked down at the ring and simply lifted it to his nose and took a deep breath in, his eyes shutting in the process, "Isabella."
I nodded, not looking at him but at the artifact in his hands. The silver looked so far away from me and distant in my memories at the moment I almost didn't notice the aroma of my fair Bella making its way through the air. Regan's smell was still thick but pleasant to me, rather then a bothersome annoyance.
"That girl, who was here, did she give you this?" Carlisle asked, indicating the ring. I nodded in response, my voice was held by Regan's still lingering scent, it had my focus not Carlisle. He needed to make sure I wasn't going to do something crazy. "What was her name?"
I knew he already knew her name. Alice or Rosalie had to have told him. However, I also knew this was the test and that I needed to pass the speaking ability test so he would know I was fine and not focused on the scent. Even though it was rather intoxicating I spoke through it.
"Regan," I said and I looked up at the shock that my own voice was so hoarse and cracked not the usual melodic sound I hear. I cleared my throat and started again. "Her name was Regan."
Obviously satisfied with my ability to talk, Carlisle held his hand out like he was going to hand the ring to me. However, I didn't hold my hand out in return and Carlisle looked slightly shocked.
"Son,” Carlisle questioned then looked into my eyes for a response.
"It took me one hundred and nine years to find her." I said, my voice a low growl as I looked down at the floor, "And only three years were wasted. I would call that a win. I don't need a ring to remind of the years that were happy. I have memories that will hopefully fade."
Nothing ventured, nothing gained when you don't have heart to break or give.