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Bella finally goes through her transformation, but it leads to problems amongst the Cullen family. Bella decides to leave. Fifty years later, she runs into THEM again. What will happen between our favorite couple?

OK, so this is my first time writing in this style. So be kind. I normally write with more emotion, getting more into the character, but I wanted to try writing this way. I hope it turned out OK...

2. Chapter 2

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Rosalie was simply… glaring at me. I looked away quickly. What did I do? I looked up to Edward, hoping for a hint. He was glaring back at Rosalie. He saw me out of the corner of his eye and shook his head once. I looked back to Rosalie, confused. After a minute, she stopped glaring at me, only to disappear back up the stairs and to Emmett. Oh well… maybe I could get Emmett to tell me later or something…


She was grinning at me. I smiled back shyly. She ran up to me then, and I didn’t like the expression on her face. I frowned when she pulled me away from Edward. I smiled though, when I saw him frowning, too.

“Alice?” I said, surprised at the musical tones in my voice. “Where are you taking me?”

She kept pulling me up the stairs, simply grinning.

“To my room, of course.”

“Why?” I was afraid. She couldn’t seriously want to dress me up now, could she?

“You need to change, silly. You’ve had the same clothes on four three days.”

I smiled then, relieved. I really did need a shower and a new pair of clothes. I let her take me to her room.

When we got inside her room, she pulled me into the bathroom. She pushed me inside, before closing the door behind me.


I turned to face the shower, when the mirror caught my eye. I stopped. A girl looked back at me from the mirror. There was no way that she could be me. She was way too beautiful. I raised my hand, and so did she. I couldn’t believe it. My hair, a chocolate brown, was straighter, longer, down to my waist instead of to halfway down my back. My face was a beautiful, paled color, and I ran my fingers across the shadows under my eyes, the fuller, perfect lips that were mine. I did a double take when I saw my eyes. Crimson red. I was frozen in shock for a moment, before I remembered that all young vampires’ eyes were red for the first year. I stepped back, to see the rest of myself. My body figure was more of an hourglass shape now, more filled out. I smiled.


I opened the shower door and took my shower. Everything was a new experience for me, even showering. I could feel each drop of water against my marble skin. And the warmth! Heavenly. After a ten-minute bath, I stepped out, wrapping a towel around me.


I saw a brush on the sink and smiled. Alice must have known I would want to comb out my hair. I reached for the brush. It rose up slowly, without my touching it. I yelped. It dropped. Did I do that? I concentrated on the brush again, willing it to rise. My mouth dropped open when it slowly rose again, shaking slightly from my lack of control. I reached out for my brush, and it came over to my hand. My eyes were wide open as I brushed through my hair. When I finished combing it out, I set down the brush. I put on the dark blue jeans and the black blouse that Alice had also left out. It fit fairly well, only a little loose.


I looked at the door from where I was, perched on the edge of the tub. I wondered if I would be able to manipulate things as well. I concentrated on the doorknob. It wiggled, but didn’t turn. Hm. Maybe I just didn’t do it right…

I imagined it turning then, opening slowly. I felt very silly, until the handle began to turn, slowly, before the door opened. My mouth dropped.

Alice was looking at the door, smiling when it opened. Her smile vanished when I wasn’t behind the door, but still at the tub.

“Bella?” Cautious.

“Yeah, Alice?” My voice was cautious as well.

“How did you open the door from all the way back there?”

“Um…” How do I explain? I walked out of the bathroom and to her bed, sitting beside her.


“Like this?” I looked at the door, willing it to close with my mind. Slowly, it closed. Alice looked surprised. Her mouth was open slightly. I wondered why she didn’t foresee this. Maybe because it wasn’t exactly a decision…


“You need to see Carlisle.”


She took my hand and began to lead me out of her room. We went across the hallway, until we were in front of the door that led to Carlisle’s study. We paused for an instant outside of his door.

“Come in,” Carlisle said quietly.

Alice pulled me into his study. I was again amazed by all the books, all the paintings…

“How can I help you two?” he asked politely.

“Bella… has something to show you,” Alice said slowly.

He looked to me, curious. “Yes?”


I looked over to Alice, and she nodded. I looked back in front of me, and saw the pencils and pens scattered over Carlisle’s desk. That would work, I guess…

I imagined them rising up together, and moving over until they were neatly lined up at the edge of his desk. Slowly, they began to rise. Carlisle’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. I lost concentration, and they dropped, bouncing off his desk.

“Sorry,” I murmured, embarrassed.

“Not a problem,” he said, leaning over to pick up the few pens that had escaped his desk. He placed them back on his desk, before turning back to me. “That’s very interesting. Bella, would you try to move something else? Something bigger, maybe?”

I looked around the room, seeing nothing that caught my eye. I looked back to his desk. That is bigger…

I concentrated on it, willing it to rise with my mind. It took a little more effort than the pens, but slowly, the desk groaned and lifted up, until it was above Carlisle’s head.

“Amazing,” he muttered.

I put the desk back down, and it groaned again upon impact. I smiled shyly. Carlisle smiled back. I heard footsteps from outside the door, pausing in front of Carlisle’s room. I turned, smiling when I saw Edward.



I moved instantly over to him, and he smiled. He wrapped his arm around my waist and I leaned my head into his chest. He looked back to Carlisle and Alice. “What’s going on?”

“Bella has an ability,” Alice said simply.

Surprise crossed Edward’s face. “What?”

“Telekinesis.” It was Carlisle who spoke now.

Edward looked down at me, and I smiled. “Can I see?”

“Um… sure…” I had just gone through this… how many times would I have to “show people?”

I made Carlisle’s desk rise up again, this time without looking at it. I smiled, surprised. Carlisle seemed surprised, too. I made it rise up a few feet, before placing it back on the ground with a soft thud.

I looked up to Edward, and his face was full of surprise. I looked away shyly. I saw him smiling out of the corner of his eyes. I looked back to him, and saw he was looking at Alice, whom I had only now just noticed wasn’t moving.


As the vision they both saw continued, he frowned, his brows knitting together. There were a few minutes of silence. Carlisle and I exchanged a glance. Both of us were out of the loop here. Finally, the vision ended. Alice blinked, frowning. She and Edward exchanged a look of frustration.

“What did you see?” I asked Alice.

I noticed her eyes flicker to one particular painting. It was the one of Volterra, with the Volturi on the top. Then, she looked back to me.

“They’re coming?”