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New Life, New World

We've all heard it before, Edward leaves, Bella gets changed into a vampire, and after years, she meets Edward again. But what if this time there's a twist?


10. Chapter 10

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Chapter 10

When we exited the mall, laden with shopping bags, we went to Alice’s yellow Porsche, loaded the bags in the car and climbed in.

As we pulled out, Edward said, “Are you sure this is a good idea Alice?”

“She’s not there. She went hunting in northern Canada for moose and to think. She won’t be back for a week and half.” She said, driving forward when the light turned green.

“Fine.” I heard Edward grumble from the backseat.

We reached the Cullen house to see a black Honda Civic in the driveway.

“I didn’t see her decide to come back!” Alice fretted.

“She drove the Range Rover, not her Civic.” Edward said.

“How do you know?” She asked him.

“She always takes the Range Rover when she goes to Canada. Rough terrain.” He explained.

“Okay.” Alice said with a worried look on her face.

When we got in the house, we heard the ceiling above our heads pounding.

“Rosalie is going through a death metal-rock-big-loud speaker phase.” Alice said. “It’s pure torture. It was better when she was going through the Brittney Spears and pop music phase. At least then our house stayed on the ground.

I laughed and followed Edward up the stairs to his room. We entered his room and I saw that it was almost the same exact thing like back in Forks.

The walls were painted a dark blue with a plush white carpet covering the floor. There was a bigger, more comfy looking leather couch than the one he had had in Forks. His walls were covered with CDs once again, except, this time; there were half of them missing. A look passed over my face and he must have seen it.

He put his arms around me from behind. “After I had to leave, I couldn’t take listening to music anymore. I broke everyone of my CDs that I had collected over the years and I burned them behind the house along with all the music I had written. After a while, I began to collect again, I began to write music again, Esme started to smile again, and Alice started to be nice to me again.” He chuckled.

Tears started to pool in my eyes. I had done this to him. He had given up music because of me. The thing that mattered to him the most, he gave up because of me. The tears pooled over and flowed down my cheeks.

Edward turned me around in his arms and looked down at me with worried eyes. “My Bella, why are you crying?” He asked, brushing away the tears.

“I did this to you. Your music is gone because of me.” I choked between my tears.

“Oh, my Bella. It is not your fault. I couldn’t stand to listen to or play music because of what I had done to you.” He said, brushing away more tears that escaped down my cheeks.

He pulled me into a hug, squeezing me tight against his chest. “Music made me think of you and what I had done to you, and I couldn’t stand listening to it or playing it being reminded of you every second the music was being played.” He said.

I nodded against his chest, inhaling his wonderful, godly smell that I had missed all these years. I trusted him, this he knew. But, I needed to learn to love him again.

I pulled my head back from his chest and looked up into his topaz eyes that had dazzled me many a time. I decided to do something right then.

I tried to smolder my eyes, the way he had done all those years ago. He looked like he was in a trance while I stared at him. A smile crossed his face.

“You dazzled me. I can only do that.” He complained.

“Not anymore, Edward. Now I can make you feel weak at the knees!” I said, suddenly elated by the fact I know had the same effect he had on me all those years ago.

Edward suddenly got a look on his face. I looked at him, backing away. “Edward, don’t you dare.”

I kept backing up until I was against his wall. He kept advancing, looking me straight in the eyes.

I kept pressing my back against the wall, trying to get more away from him, but it was not possible. He walked towards me, putting both his hands on either side of my head and putting his weight on his hands that were on the wall.

“You think you can dazzle me? Huh? Well, that is where you are wrong.” He said an evil smile on his face.

“Edward, don’t.” I started to say something else, but he cut me off with a kiss.

He pushed me back into the wall, making me stand up straighter. His arms went around my waist, pulling me up to meet his stone cold body with mine.

He broke away, his eyes still closed. “See, I can dazzle you.” I teased.

His eyes snapped open and he growled. I was still pinned against the wall, no where to be able to run to.

He picked me up, me struggling the whole time, trying to get down. “Edward! Let me down!” I squealed.

“No chance.” He said, and dropped me onto the leather couch with an ‘oomph.’

He jumped on top me before I could get away from him. His hands made their way to my hips and he started tickling me.

I twisted in his iron grip, laughing hard. “Eddie, please let me go!” I squealed, trying to struggle out of his grip.

“You know, with you saying you have the upper hand in this relationship now and calling me Eddie at the same time, which I hate. I think no.” He said, making his way up my ribs and my stomach.

“I’m sorry. Edward! That’s your name! Edward! Not Eddie! Please!” I yelled.

“No chance, missy.” He laughed, still tickling me.

“Alice! Help me!” I yelled.

“She went for a walk with Jasper.” He said. “They went in the woods and Emmet and Rosalie can’t here you. Over Rosalie’s music? No way. And Carlisle and Esme went to the hospital.”

“I’m sorry!” I exclaimed.

“Sorry for what?” He asked, still tickling my sides.

“I can’t dazzle you!” I exclaimed and he stopped tickling me and collapsed on top of me.

“Good job!” He said and patted me on the head like a dog.

“I’m not a dog, don’t even accuse me of being one!” I exclaimed. I suddenly felt very tired all of a sudden.

“Bella, are you okay?” He asked.

“I’m tired.” I said, the room getting hazier by the minute.

“Alright. Sleep, you’ll wake up in a couple days. Sleep.” He whispered and started humming my lullaby in my ear.

Everything was still hazy, but I could make out one thing.

Lya was standing in the open door. And she looked pissed.