Isabella Swan supposedly died 25 years ago, and while her body was never found the funeral confirmed her fathers worst fears. His little girl was gone, forever. But Bella didn't die, no she got a fate much worse then that - she had to live for eternity without that which made her life worth living. - - - Like Choices, this story has been changed a bit. Rereading it will explain most of the changes. - -
Try and enjoy it, dearies. I promise there will be happier chapters.
2. Starless Night
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School was mostly pleasant for about three months, and Bella’s family relaxed into something of a routine. All but Bella spent most of their nights playing games to occupy their time. They got perfect grades in school and never stirred any trouble, but neither did they try to excel in anything. People had assumed they might try for one of the school teams, or try an after school activity, but the family did no such thing. In fact, soon after their arrival they seemed to melt from the usual gossip.
That was how the Night’s liked it, however, and they made to move to become friends with anyone or get closer to anyone but those within their own family.
The school year was half over when the new family arrived, and the family was the talk of the school. They had just come from across the country it was said, and were supposed to all be adopted.
Bella worried, but tried to push the worries from her mind. It couldn’t be that family, she was sure.
Laura and Dawn were the first to hear more of the family, they heard from a girl in their History class that the father of the family was a doctor, but they hadn’t caught his name. It was enough, however, to make Bella truly worry. She didn’t think she could survive a meeting with him, but at the same time, it was so tempting – so she continued to delude herself that she couldn’t know them, despite her better judgment telling her Yes, Bella, you do. Now get out of here before you’re hurt again!
In such a way the rest of the time until the new families arrival was passed, each day Bella grew more nervous and kept glancing around the rooms at school as if waiting for a ghost to jump out at her. In a way, she was. She was looking for the most handsome ghost she could imagine, a ghost that still had full claim to her broken heart. A ghost that had made it clear, around 25 years ago, that he did not want that heart.
A ghost named Edward Cullen.
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The days could not pass quickly enough, for all her fear Bella truly was eager for a glimpse at the cause of her pain for so many years. She knew it would break her, but she couldn’t help it.
When the day did arrive, she very nearly decided to stay home. But her heart got the better of her again, so she rode to school in silence and tried to consider all her feelings.
In all rights, she should have hated him. He had been a cause of nothing but pain for the last of her human life, and the entire length of her vampire existence. He was the reason for the hole that still ripped itself into being in her empty chest, he was the reason she was what she was – and the reason that in an existence she might otherwise have found happiness with, she was miserable. She was in endless night, unable to escape, unable to really breathe. He had stolen all that from her, thrown her away so he could run off to his distractions. Made so many promises to her, only to break them.
Yet, the hate she waited for never came. She could not bring herself to hate him, even after all the harm he had caused her. She loved him, she had come to terms with that long ago, but still – seeing him would break her, she knew that much, so why didn’t she run? Why didn’t she listen to her survival instinct?Oh right, she never had. She was a Danger Magnet, still.