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Elsewhere

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Dear Edward, I can't help but wish that you will miss me now that I am gone. After all, we had a lot of great times together. Though I hope you won't feel guilty and go and try to kill yourself, as I know you will try. It's not your fault that I am dead. It's mine. I didn't even attempt to move out of the way when the car came. Okay? But I do hope you let everyone know that I will miss them. Even if they hate me as much as you do, just let them know that. I hope you lead a normal life now, one with a normal vampire girlfriend, one where you are happy. Forever yours, Isabella Marie Swan


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11. The Call

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I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye

Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never
Been this way before


-The Call, by Regina Spektor

Deirdre POV

I'd used my unnatural ability to make Edward fall in love with me. It wasn't until I'd found out they were vampires, and more about their abilities, that I knew more about my power. I wanted more then anything to be a vampire. I think that's when I fell out of love with Edward. We were happily married until about a year ago, when he finally changed me into a vampire. Now that I had what I wanted, I could finally leave him. But I had to wait, until I had control over my bloodlust, until I could finally leave him.

That's why I was sitting, alone, at the Forks train station. A woman with her 3 kids, one looked about twelve, while the other two looked almost grown.

The woman had dark blue eyes, with auburn hair, and the sharpest, coldest features I've ever seen on a being other then a vampire. She had medium toned skin, that was neither pale, nor tan.

The twelve year old had a pixie hair cut, and dark lavender hair. She had gold eyes, and pale skin. She had soft, baby-like features.

One of the children had long, curly hair that was curled into ringlets. She had jet black hair and purple eyes the color of the twelve year olds hair. The last child also had long hair that was straight and white blonde, tan skin, and green cat's eyes.

"Hello." Said the auburn haired woman. "I see you're traveling alone, and I would like to offer you an invitation to join our conven. But if you do, you would have to drink only animals, which by your eye color, shouldn't be a problem." I blinked. Twice.

"Sure." I said. "My name is-" I searched for a fake name I could answer to. "-Aphrodite. I can control love."

"My name is Isabella, but everyone calls me Bella. I can shape shift." The auburn haired woman told me. Bella? That sounded familiar...

Suddenly, I realized who she was. Bella, the girl who moved to Forks. Bella, the girl who's blood sang for Edward. Bella, the girl who stood up to James. Bella, the girl who died.

Then something unspeakable happened. My heart, broken by Taylor all those years ago, did something to me. I saw something in Bella, a kind of hopelessness that I knew in Edward. I knew that I had to do this, because it was the only thing that could save me.

"Bella." I said. "Bella," I repeated. "Edward still loves you. He never stopped. He only loved me because I made him. I know I sound horrible, because I know that I am. But that shouldn't stop you from going back to him. Go to the house on Miri street, it's the only one big enough to hold a house of vampires."

Bella froze, taking in my words, and suddenly her eyes lit up, and with that her features went back to normal. "Oh." She said. "Oh!" She stood straight up, and ran off.

The girl with purple hair smiled at where Bella had ran off. "I knew it would end out okay." She shook her head.

"Excuse me," A voice said, and we all turned to see a dark-haired boy who looked about 15 years old. I noticed he was a vampire, and wondered why I hadn't noticed him immediately. And then a small smile played on my lips. "But you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

Bailey turned around slowly. "E-Eric?" She asked cautiously. He smiled, a disused crooked, but lovely thing, and they ran into each others arms. Then they were kissing.

The blonde haired girl sighed romantically at the sight. "It almost makes you believe in love." The girl with black hair said.

"You mean you don't?" Asked her sister.

"Of course not, I know I'm not going to get married any time soon. This isn't a fairy tale where some hot guy on a motorcycle will just come around that corner, about to throw away his life when he sees me and we fall madly in love. This is real life, and it just isn't going to happen."

The roar of a motorcycle made us all whip our heads around. "No. Way." The black haired girl said. A man with russet brown skin got off of an old-fashioned Indian motorcycle. He had jet-black hair and looked like a Native American. He walked to the ticket center and bought a ticket. Then, he walked over and stood next to us, just out of earshot, glancing our way. Then, he froze, staring at the black haired girl.

"Charlotte." The blonde said.

"Serafina." The black haired girl said. "Just because there's some dude on a motorcycle does NOT mean that he loves me."

Serafina shook her head. "No, your right. But by my radar, he does."

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I see and control joy, peace, and love. Basically, the complete opposite as my sister, but that's the way it's been sense birth." Sera explained. "And since you're about to ask, Charlotte can see and control pain, fear, and sorrow."

"He does not, you liar." Charlotte told her sister.

"He's a werewolf, smart-butt. And he just imprinted on you." Charlotte gaped.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me."

The man walked over to us. "Hi." He said.

"Hi." Charlotte said, suddenly shy.

"I-uh-" He took a deep breath. "I don't know what to say."

"You could start with your name." Charlotte told him.

He chuckled. "Okay, my name is Jacob Black."

"Charlotte Hall." She smiled, something I could tell she didn't do often. A loud, growling sound interrupted them, and a large grey wolf with dark grey spots burst through the doors. A few people screamed. The wolf speed into the boy's bathroom. A few seconds later, a man who must be related to Jacob came out and punched Jacob in the gut.

"Hey!" Charlotte said.

"What the hell were you thinking, man?" He asked, and then he screamed. I looked over to see Charlotte glaring daggers at him.

When Jacob had his breath back, he said, "Stop it, Char, he's a friend."

"A friend who was trying to kill you!" She said indignantly, tearing her gaze from the other man, who stopped screaming. He got up, slowly and looked at everybody, and I could tell he was analyzing the situation. His gaze froze at Serafina.

"You know, it's almost sad that everyone else gets a random hot guy except for me." I said and everybody ignored me.

"Charlotte, this is my best friend Embry." Jacob said. "And I don't know anybody else's names."

"Serafina" Serafina said.

"Deirdre." I said, earning a weird glance from Charlotte and Serafina. Bailey hadn't even noticed the two boys intrusion. She was too busy making out with her apparent boyfriend.

"Serafina." Embry said. "That's my favorite name."

"Funny." Sera said. "Embry's mine, too."

"Hey, do you two want to go get a smoothie or something?" Jake asked.

"Okay." Sera said. "All right." Her sister agreed.

"Hey, can we come, too?" Bailey asked, which surprised me. I thought she would never get her tongue out of Eric's throat long enough to say anything.

"Sure." Jake said, and they all left.

"Well." I said aloud. "This sucks." I leaned back into the bench and closed my eyes. I knew I didn't deserve a random hot stranger, but I couldn't help but imagine someone might take pity on me and give me a soul mate. I shook my head and stood up. On my way out of the train station, I ran into someone, and all my things spilled out of my bag.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." I said, at the same time as the stranger. I knew it was a man, by his voice. I mean, I don't mean to sound vain, but he had a totally hot voice. I went to grab my copy of the book I had been reading, and our hands touched each other. I looked up, into the eyes of a perfect stranger.