Edward is still separated from the rest of his family. He goes back to Bella and finds things to be very different in Forks. So, he returns to his family and finds that that has changed as well. Has Bella really moved on? Should Edward? What happens when they see each other again? I wasn't sure how to rate it yet, since I'm still thinking about how I want the story to go. I own nothing (except for the new characters)
4. Edward Cullen
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I was finally going to meet the last of the Cullen family. I had been waiting for three months to meet this final member. As Alice pulled me forward to face him, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he was. He was like an angel. He didn’t seem to hear Alice introduce us. I extended my hand toward him slightly, but pulled it back when he didn’t react at all. I was at a loss as to what to do next. Everyone was watching us, trying to see how we were going to react to each other. I studied his face. I could tell by his furrowed brow that he was thinking really hard about something. I decided not to pry just then and opted to ask him a question instead.
“How was your trip Edward? I’ve been so looking forward to meeting you.”
Nothing. Alice had to tug on his arm to get him to even look at me and when he did, I saw undeniable hatred. It was only for a moment but I saw it. That was it. He turned around and left, taking Emmett and Jasper with him.
Alice, Rose, Carlisle, and Esme were immediately surrounding me, apologizing for him.
I looked at Esme and realized I had never really seen her upset before. “I’m so sorry Camilla. I don’t know what in the world came over him. He’s usually very polite. I hope you’re not angry with him? I wouldn’t blame you if you were.”
“Of course not, Esme.” I reassured her. I really wasn’t. I was just confused. I’ll give him a day or two to settle in and then I’m going to make Edward Cullen explain himself to me.
We all went back into the house after that, our game of baseball forgotten. I excused myself immediately and went up to my room. I sat down on my bed and thought about how everyone else had reacted to me.
“Welcome home.” Alice said as she held my hand. I felt an instant connection to this little vampire, who seemed so open and kind. I released her hand to wrap my arms around her. “Thank you so much”
“No! How could you, Alice? We don’t even know her! You cannot just invite anyone into our family.”
Rose had gotten up from her seat, furious. Jasper stood up and placed a hand on her shoulder. She seemed to calm down with that, but she was still visibly upset.
Alice turned to face her. “Really Rose, you don’t have to be like this. Carlisle knows her, don’t you Carlisle? You agree with me right?”
Carlisle nodded. It was Esme’s turn to say something.
“Carlisle I understand that you knew her when she was still alive, but is it really wise to put our trust on someone so easily? And you, Jasper, Emmett., just because Alice saw something, you’re fine with it? We all know you saw something Alice, or why else would you accept her so readily? This is ridiculous.”
She didn’t seem angry, just frustrated and worried for her family. “Esme…” I began, but Alice cut me off.
“I did see a vision Esme, and it was of all of us happy. Edward too. And, you know, this is exactly how Jazz and I came to you, except I had a vision instead of a dream. Please Esme.”
“Esme” Jasper put his hand on his ‘mom.’ “I can feel her. She’s not planning anything, she just feels happy and content. Like she’s come home.”
Esme sighed and gave in. She looked at me, then at everyone else and said “I have to talk to Rosalie. Welcome to our family Camilla”
When they returned, both apologized for their behavior and asked that I understand their worry. I did, I’ve seen their minds, so I could understand them completely.
The days turned to weeks and the weeks to month. During that time, I found my place within the family.
The next few days, I avoided Edward as much as he avoided me. Everyone else was comfortable around either of us, but walking on eggshells when we were together. Edward started to become extremely irritable, so I decided to do something about it.
“Carlisle” I knocked on his door and pushed it open. “I’ve been thinking. I think that Edward feels as if a rug has been pulled from underneath him with me here. I’m not sure why and I don’t think that it would help matters between us if a took I peek in his brain to find out. I have some business at home, so let me go back for a couple of weeks, let Edward find his footing again.”
“Camilla, I don’t want you to go. Edward needs to realize that you are a part of this family now. Talk to him, show him who you are. I’m sure it will be OK. We’re all here, it’ll be fine.”
I nodded my head, and went to go find Edward. He was in his room, as usual. I knocked on the door softly. I knew he had heard my conversation with Carlisle, and I knew that he knew that it was me. I waited for a few moments, he took longer than he should have, but he opened the door and wordlessly let me in.
I looked around his room and took the liberty to sit on his couch. No bed. I tapped the seat beside me and, surprisingly, he sat down without complaint. He was quiet so I started the conversation.
“I have never been inside this room before. It’s nice. Airy and inviting. It is a little empty though… you have never really lived here have you? Alice said that you left them soon after you left your last home.”
He still wasn’t saying anything, so I pressed on.
“Edward, I know you must feel weird about my being here. I refuse to apologize for that. I haven’t known them for very long, but I love your family. I have never met a group of people that I would rather spend eternity with. I hope that we can find a way to exist comfortably around each other. We’re a lot more alike than you think we are, you know. I can read minds too, but I think my powers work a bit differently.”
He looked up at this, but didn’t say anything.
“If I focus on one person, I can read their mind, shuffle through their memories even. I can’t even begin to imagine how difficult yours must be, with no off button. You just hear everyone’s thoughts…”
“I don’t hear yours.”
That surprised me. “Mine?” I recalled overhearing Carlisle’s thoughts on something similar the day before. It had not made sense at the time, but it did now. “Carlisle has a theory about that. I heard him thinking the other day. He thinks that because my mind shuts out everyone’s thoughts unless I force it open to hear just one person’s, maybe you can only hear me when I open it. Do you want to test it?”
“It might work. I can hear your thoughts, their just very muffled.”
I smiled at this. We were getting somewhere now. I focused on his face, allowing his thoughts to enter my head.
I saw me as he first saw me, half-obscured by Emmett. He whispered softly, only loud enough for him to hear ‘Bella.’
Snap. I pulled back. “I’m sorry. That memory… I never knew… you thought that I was…”
He pressed his hand against my mouth. “Shhh! Don’t say it out loud. Please. It was a mistake.” He let me go and sat back.
“I heard your thoughts too. Carlisle seems to have gotten it right.”
I smiled. I focused on him again just as I was thinking that he looked so much more handsome when he wasn’t acting like he was constipated.
My eyes flew up to his. “You heard me! Like a conversation! Bloody hell…”
“Welcome to the family Camilla”