Bella's world takes a sudden frightening turn as suspicions become reality. Takes place just after New Moon as Bella struggles to decide between two conflicting worlds. Complete for now, sequel to come soon as well as Edward's POV of the story called 'The Fall'
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6. Fallen Angel
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We drove in silence, both of us wondering what was going on, afraid to say our fears aloud as if speaking them aloud would cause them to become realities. I looked out the window, unseeing, as we raced towards the Cullen household. Confusion and anxiety threatened to overwhelm me as my mind replayed Edward’s sudden change the night before.
I glanced over to Alice, trying to read her body language to see if I could gain any insight into what to expect upon our arrival. Everything about Alice was tense, from the crease above her brow to her rigid posture. She was absentmindedly biting her lower lip and I was certain that she was concentrating on not crushing the steering wheel in her surprisingly strong grip. Judging by my observations and Alice’s obvious urgency, I was not going to be expecting a warm welcome. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach as my nerves started to take hold as we got closer to the house. I noticed the car was starting to slow down, the trees outside no longer a blur whipping past – we had arrived.
Realizing that this was the second time in recent history that I’d been to the Cullen household because of an intense or unpleasant situation at my expense I made a mental note to visit under more pleasant circumstances next time when, not if, Edward came back. I struggled to control my breathing as the word if kept appearing and repeating itself in my head. I could see Alice cast my a sideways glance, curious to the cause of my sudden hyperventilation, and she set her face into a more relaxed look, but the worry was still prevalent in her eyes assuming it was her panic that had caused mine. Hoping to see Edward’s silver Volvo, I looked around the driveway as I got out of the Mercedes. It was no use. There were no other cars in the driveway. There rarely were.
Alice forced herself to keep a more human pace as she walked towards the household and I followed behind, my unease building every moment. Esme greeted us at the door and gave me a welcoming smile before whispering something to Alice. Alice nodded then turned to me, grabbing my hand.
“Come on Bella,” she said softly, “we’re going to go to Carlisle’s office, Edward’s back and is talking to him right now.” I felt relief flood my system. Edward was still here, that was at least one bit of good news. I still felt cautious and uncertain. I couldn’t shake the dark look and the suddenness of Edward’s change towards me. I didn’t know what to expect from him now. My heart felt like it dropped into my stomach as Alice stopped in front of the door to Carlisle’s office. Even though the door was closed and neither Alice nor I made any motions towards the door, a voice called out from within.
“You can come in Bella.”
I recognized Carlisle’s gentle voice and felt relieved that he was in there. There was something very soothing and comforting about his presence that calmed my nerves about my suddenly unpredictable Edward. I opened the door slowly, trying to ignore the incessant shaking of my hand and cautiously looked into the room, not knowing what I would see beyond the wooden door.
Carlisle was sitting, smiling calmly from the seat behind his desk, and Edward sat morosely in an armchair, his face resting in his left hand while his right hand gripped the arm of the chair. He didn’t move as I walked in the room and I winced at this coldness. I turned back to see Alice but she was already gone, the door was closed behind me and I turned back towards Carlisle and Edward awkwardly.
“Bella, please sit,” he said, gesturing at the armchair next to the melancholy vampire. Looking nervously toward Edward, I walked towards the chair, my legs feeling weak and shaky.
“Edward was just telling me about certain… events of the past few days and I think I’ll leave you two alone to talk them over,” he said jovially as he left the room.
The silence was unnerving as we sat there. I glanced nervously at Edward but he still hadn’t moved. He almost looked broken.
“Edward… I’m… I’m sorry,” I croaked, my voice dry and uncooperative, “please, talk to me.”
He looked up suddenly and I almost wished he hadn’t. The pain and conflict he felt was evident on his face and my heart shattered to look at him. There was nothing in this world, no painting, no music, no words to describe the ache and all-consuming sorrow captured in his face. He was a fallen angel whose crystal tears would cause even the most heartless person to weep. I felt what little composure I had break as my own tears fell freely down my face and I forced myself to look at my feet, to avoid the fallen angel’s sorrowful eyes.
“Sorry!?” he exclaimed, incredulous, “what could you possibly be sorry about?”
“I don’t know what I did, but I’m sorry” I choked out through my tears.
“You have nothing to be sorry about Bella, you haven’t done a thing. I’m the one who is sorry.”
I looked up and saw that he had buried his face in his hands again. I waited, silent, not knowing what to say next.
“Bella… I almost… we were… and I… I…” he started, but was unable to speak the words I feared, “I almost lost my control. I almost did it, you were so alluring and your scent was everywhere. I let my guard down, I became myself, the real me, the monster! I almost killed you Bella! Don’t you understand!?”
I stood shocked as my fears and suspicions were confirmed. Edward had allowed himself to relax, to truly enjoy himself and get lost in the moment. And it had nearly been the death of me.
“Then end it Edward,” I replied softly.
He looked at me surprised, my response being the furthest from what he’d expected.
“End this all right now.”