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This World

After seven months of healing, Bella starts to notice some changes. She is taller than before, warmer, and stronger. She figures it's a fever and brushes it off. But when a strange visit from Renee reveals interesting family scandals, Bella undergoes a monstrous change. Then, a vengeance crazed vampire comes to town with one intent-kill Isabella Swan. When Bella is changed even further, what will happen? After things settle, she lives quite happily for forty more years, until her past comes back to haunt her. When old love is revived and new love arises, who will Bella choose?

Hi, this is my first story. I expect it to be quite long, but I'm unsure. I do guarantee twists! As it said on my profile, none of the charactes nor settings belong to me. Sadly. :( Anyway, enjoy!!!

14. Chapter 14. Heartfelt Talks All Around

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Heartfelt Talks All Around

"Bella, I can't believe you did that!"

"I know Jake, I just-"

"Just what?! Bella, you put the treaty in danger by doing that. And no, it isn't human to squeeze someone's hand until they cry, either. Though, after what they did to you, that might be justified. But how dare you put the pack, hell, the rez, in this danger!"

"Jake, I just got angry; I don't know why I did it! I'm sorry, I really am!"

"You know what? I don't care, go talk to Jay, he's the one who's pissed."


Good luck," he smirked.

I flipped him off, shuffling toward Jay's room. There was soft music pumping in there, some kind of rock song. Shit, he only listened to that when he was angry at something...or someone.

"Junior?" I asked hesitantly, opening the door slowly.

He turned fiery eyes to me, "How could you Auntie? I told you to talk to them, not slap faces or crush hands...Auntie, you were a bitch back there. I wanted you to talk to them, not freak out like a maniac. How could you? How dare you?"

I stared into his hard brown eyes, and same overcame me as I realized that he was disappointed in me. My own nephew, he thought I acted childishly and made a fool of myself. In that moment, I wanted to crawl in a hole and die, anything to get the sudden weight off my shoulders. I avoided his gaze, scrambling for some kind of answer, some kind of explanation. Anything to justify my stupid actions. Yet I came up blank. I hung my head, "I'm sorry..." I whispered, slipping out his door.


Junior's Point of View here, because I couldn't continue Bella's and keep the story on track. Enjoy.


"I'm sorry..." she said quietly, keeping her eyes trained on the floor. I looked away, ashamed of her actions. I heard the door shut quietly, and I sighed, suddenly ashamed of mine. It was just...I knew that they didn't deserve that much. Sure, the yelling, I expected that. In fact, it would have meant that they were making progress; that she was moving on.

But still, how she described crushing the small one's hand until she whimpered...it was cruel. Sure, the blonde probably deserved the slap, but I think that my Auntie could have controlled herself. I mean, she held me and got angry, has been in Angela's Daycare pissed and never phased. She had the restraint, she just didn't use it. And that made me so ashamed, so mortified and embarrassed.

But now, I hurt her. On top o everything she'd gone through, everything she was reliving, I kicked her out of one of her few ‘safe havens' as she called Mom and Dad's house. I made her feel unwelcome to step foot near her family, having Dad yell at her, then doing it all over again myself.

I mean, I had to admit, her life was majorly fucked up. Anyone could see that, hell; a brain dead monkey could see that. The moment she got to Forks, she was doomed. And yet, Fate continued throwing shit at her. And then, when everything was balancing, she gets it tossed away the moment the bloodsuckers return.

I had to admit, I hated them. Hearing stories of how my Auntie went comatose, nearly killing herself on a motorcycle and cliff-diving, all because of them. How Grandpa Charlie threatened to throw her in a loony-bin for it, and even took her to a doctor for anti-depressants, only to take her off when he caught her with a noose.

And I was one of the few; in fact, one of the two, the only other being my mother; people who knew about everything before Forks. How her mother would leave her for days on end, going out and getting drunk with random guys, bringing them home. Then, they'd beat on her and her mother.

I had never met Renee, but I disliked her greatly, that was for sure. After all I had heard that she had done...breaking Grandpa Charlie's, Grandpa Billy's, and Uncle Phil's hearts the way she did. Along with Auntie's...it sickened me. No joke, made me want to hurl.

But, even after everything, I think Auntie could have lessened it. Because, though she didn't know it, she loved them. I knew she wasn't in love with Edward specifically, somewhere deep in her mind, past all the hate and anger; she still craved that second family. So, she was hurting others only to hurt herself in the end.

I knew then that I had to do something, anything. Not only for the ones she was mean to, but to save Auntie from herself. She would only hate herself even more if she knew that she helped fuck her life up more. I needed to break this chain, or who knows how this would end.

I knew my Dad hated them, but if he knew, if I made him understand...surely he'd help me. I got up again, grabbing my keys and shoes. I went and grabbed Dad's jacket, and went to find him. "Dad!" I called, running through the cottage we had inherited from Grandpa Billy.

"Yeah?" he called from the living room. I ran in there, rushing him up. "We have to save Auntie from herself before it's too late and she gets her wish."

He looked at me as if I was nuts, but I just shook my head. He stuffed the jacket on, grumbling, "I better get some answers in the damn car..."

On the way to the mansion I had seen only twice, I quickly explained to Dad what needed to happen, or what would. I told him my plans, and gave him my reasoning. He didn't like it in the beginning, but in the end, he agreed that it was what was needed. I got out, hugging him, and dragging him behind me.

I looked up, to see all the vampires working furiously...packing bags. All the blood drained from my face in that moment, and I rushed over to them.

"What?" Blondie snapped. Well, I could see why Auntie didn't like her; we weren't even here for two seconds. Then again, we probably reminded her of someone she wasn't too fond of right now.

"Please, we need to talk to all of you," I rushed, stumbling over my words as Dad hobbled over to me. He had grown quite clumsy after he stopped phasing the second time. He had to start again when Auntie sent herself to the Volturi, to show me the basics of being a makeshift Alpha.

Again, shame and regret threatened to swallow me whole as I thought of all her sacrifices for me and the family, and then her broken face as I turned her away as she silently broke over her decision. I had already tried to convince myself that she deserved it, but all she deserved was happiness anymore. She got millions of lives worth of shit, and she continued to.

I couldn't help but remember the look on her face as the one bloodsucker we were fighting nearly got me. The rage and pain and worry and fear, it scared me. But she had jumped, getting bitten in the process, another scar on top of thousands she had endured for me; for us. And then, with a twist and snap, the leech was nothing more than a pile of ashes. It took her hours to not be mad, then three more as she started having a sobbing fit, talking about how she nearly lost me, and to never do that again, and how perfect and wonderful and handsome I was.

But right now, I felt no better than that leech not perfect or handsome or anything. So she had screwed up, but I helped kill her inside as everything else tried to do that right along with me. I had always been her comrade, the partner in crime, the crying shoulder. Yet here I was, sending her looking for a new shoulder to cry on.

Oh god, what if it was Paul. All of us knew he was in love with her, but she was completely ignorant to it. She just thought he was having relationship problems with the girlfriend she didn't know he broke up with. Three years ago, for her.

If he tried anything, to say something...I'd snap his neck. I could imagine her running to him, and then him proclaiming his love for her. Oh shit, her life was already a mess enough; I could imagine the emotional hurricane she'd be in then.

Well, I had better hurry up. "Please, you need to listen," I pleaded again. She snorted, loading another box. "No. We're leaving, the bitch gets her wish. What, do you want to pull out our teeth and hair too? How about our nails, or will you let us scratch our eyes out with those?"

I winced at her harsh words. "No, please, you're mistaken. We're on your side, Auntie," I saw a flash of vulnerability and pain in her eyes, but it was gone as quick as it had come, "shouldn't have done what she did."

She snorted, but by then the rest of them had gathered around, looking a good mix between depressed and angry. I sighed, raking a hand through my hair like Auntie did.

"What do you mean?" the little one asked. "She...still loves you. Trust me, if anyone knows, I do. It's just...she resents you. You did one thing that you do not, and I repeat, do not do to Bella. You belittled her, taking away her choices and treating her as if she was a helpless baby. On top of everything else you did. But, under all of that, she loves you. That love is permanent, but the hate is temporary. Don't believe I like you, but on top of everything, she's killing herself by driving you guys out. Please, listen. Please, help!"

The blonde shook her head, "She's a bitch who deserves whatever she did to herself. I don't give a shit."

Anger swelled at that. No matter what she had done, she did more good than bad, and I was pro-Auntie all the way. If anyone hurt her...I'd...

I cooled myself off, sighing, "Please. Just listen, and don't interrupt. Then pass your judgment. Just...please. I can't let my Auntie fall apart again. Please."

The little one sighed again, black hair bouncing as she shook her head. "Fine, but this is it. One chance."

"Can we sit?" I asked.

They led us in, and my father and I sat on the loveseat as they occupied the rest of the room. I took a deep breath, starting in, "Auntie's mom, Renee...was a total bitch. As it turned out, she cheated on her husband with his best friend, my grandpa. So, that is who is really Bella's dad, not Charlie." They gaped like fish.

"She stole her away, leaving to Phoenix for a job offer with a three month old, leaving Charlie scared and alone. She raised her, missing out on her own childhood. But later, when Bella turned seven, she spent the money she had saved for her birthday on alcohol for her boy toy, and Bella cried. Bella's mom got into drugs and things like that, and got worse off and worse off. So did Bella.

"She was eventually bringing home complete assholes, and they beat Renee. And after a while, they even beat Bella. That's where half the old injuries and scars came from. But she was strong, and waited. Eventually, her mom found Phil, and everything would be okay, right?

"Well, she comes here, and she has the best time of her life. She falls in love for the first time, with the seemingly ‘perfect guy'. Everything is Rainbows and dandelions and unicorns. But then, she turns eighteen, and almost gets killed at her birthday party.

A few days later, the love of her life leaves her. She goes completely comatose, crying and screaming at night and-" Suddenly, Edward hunched to the floor as Dad winced. Shit. Dad was thinking about it, and Edward saw.

"Yeah," I continued, "It got that bad...and worse. Charlie eventually took her to a doctor to get anti-depressants, because she was risking her life to hearing your voice in her head, so she got into motorcycles and cliff-diving and other stuff. But then, he came home to find her with a noose in hand, and was ready to take her to her mother or a mental institution. She almost went there, but her best friend brought her back to sanity slowly, keeping her away from those things. We don't talk about it much anymore, though.

"But, she eventually phased when she found out about the affair. She was big and white, and Dad here was in the pack then. She was Alpha, and Uncle Sam was teaching her how to do everything, when Renee had the baby she had been pregnant with. It wasn't Phil's, but his best friends.

"She disowned her mother, only to find out she still hadn't stopped with the lying and cheating. Then, she met mom, and they hit it off. They were friends right away, suffering similar losses. But, there was a war. A vampire who hated Auntie and wanted her dead out of vengeance showed up, with fifty-some new borns. And so, when trying to save Uncle Seth, who lives in California now, she got bitten. I heard that the moment she started screaming, she never stopped.

"But vampire venom is deadly to the wolves, it's like a poison. A lethal injection. And we burn for three days or so, before our heart gives. Auntie's heart did, but then she opened her eyes, and was a hybrid.

"We guess that it was from her impure blood, the half human neutralizing it all or some scientific shit like that. But then, she woke up and went for Charlie's throat. They got her away to hunt animals, and when she was better, she went inside. Everything was okay, when Charlie cut his finger.

"She dove, and was too quick. She was on his neck when Mom and Dad got there, but they managed to get her off. Charlie screamed, and she snapped out of it. She sucked the venom out. I don't know how, but she did.

"Then, she ran. Far away, to somewhere in a forest in Michigan. She was there for days while the pack ran around, looking for her. But eventually, they found her. And everything became okay again.

"But after a few years, the Volturi stumbled upon rumors of a hybrid. They came and threatened us, and we made an agreement. She went with them for five years, and they don't attack.

"They made her do horrible things, torture covens of vampires and humans, but she did it with our safety in mind. Not to mention her life on the line. She feels horrible. But, then they sent her down to the South.

"She told me stories of the wars. How violent and animalistic it is down there, how primal. She talked about the crazed looks on each vampire's face, human blood dripping down their chins. She talked about the piles of corpses, the smoke of burning bodies choking you. It scares me that she saw all that. And all the pain she must have been in...have you seen those scars? It makes me hate whoever did them.

"But she came home okay. But...somewhere deep in her mind, she blamed you guys for everything. Not intentionally, but to someone walking into the situation blind, it probably looks like the catalyst for all the horrible things in her life.

"She feels horrible, I know she does. She loves you, she wants you. She just needs comfort and apologies. It's a delicate situation, and if you hurt her again...you'll die slowly and painfully, I promise. But there's a layer of resentment. Just be patient, show her that you love her.

"But be forewarned, she isn't in love with anyone. That passed, and I wouldn't count on it returning. But, she wants you all as a family, I know that. But she doesn't. Give her time. Please. I don't want my Auntie that way again."

They all gaped, looking mixes between angry, sad, and shocked. I waited, as did my father.

"Okay..." the blonde whispered, and then was gone.


Bella's point of view now.


I lay back, staring at the ceiling. I was at Andrew's house, and he and his family were sleeping. I was on the couch in the T.V. room, studying the bumps and bubbles in the paint. What had I done? Was there something wrong with me? Why was I not only driving away my past, but my present? Pretty soon I'd have nothing, and I'd die alone.

Just then, I heard a tap at the window. One, single tap. I went over, and opened it, stepping aside with a furrowed brow. "Bella?"

I gasped. What was Rosalie doing here? If she did something to me; that was fine, I probably deserved it...but if she dared touch my sleeping family...

"Bella...I'm sorry. I've always been a bitch to you, never giving you a chance, never making an effort to like you. I labeled you off, and that wasn't right. Can we sit down? I think it's time we had a talk...

Rosalie and I cried and laughed together for hours on end. I eventually hunted with her as my family's morning shenanigans began. It was summer, so I didn't have anything else to do.

As it turned out, Rosalie suffered through trauma so much worse than mine, I felt for her as best I could. I could never truly understand the depth of that pain and loss, but I was pretty close. I felt for her, and that created a small bond.

From that bond, there was friendship as we slowly scoped out the other's personality. And from friendship, we became the tightest of sisters. It almost scared me; Rosalie, the Rosalie that hated me, suddenly was my best friend. It reminded me of Leah.

Eventually, she left for her house, and I left for Jake's. Everyone was sleeping, so I just sat, staring at the ceiling with a smile. And then, in the middle of reviewing my good morning, there was a slight tap.

I sighed, sensing déjà vu as I went and opened the window. There, looking hurt and broken and hopeful all at once was Alice. I sighed, pulling her inside. "Alice, I'm sorry. I...I was just angry..."

"Sh...I know. It's okay. After everything, I have no right...we have no right...I just wish I saw. I just wish I knew..." and in that instant, she collapsed with sobs. I caught her, and dragged her over to the couch, holding her to me no matter how wrong it felt.

"Can we be friends?" she asked, head still tucked into my shirt. I sighed, pulling my fingers through my hair.

"No-not yet. I don't think I'm ready. I need to take this slow. I want you guys...somewhere inside I do. But, I just need to get over the hate and anger-and I will. But...for now, just Rosalie and Emmett and Jasper. You two...later. Maybe soon Esme and Carlisle. But please...for my sanity and yours...I need to take it slow..." I sounded broken even to my own ears.

She sobered, straightening and throwing me a watery smile. "I understand," she whispered, lifting herself up and giving me a peck on the cheek, before disappearing out the window.