When Renee keeps telling Bella that she's an old soul, she has no idea how right she is. See, Bella really is an old soul. She keeps getting reincarnated everytime her body dies. So, where does Edward come in?
Hello! It's me with a new story. I keep having this dream about Bella and Edward ever since I finally read the Twilight saga. And I finally couldn't keep my fingers to myself anymore. I just had to start writing it. I'm gonna keep it simple, no long chapters or anything. I'm just gonna write it as I go, with shorter chapters, so that I can update sooner. I guess my muse is coming back to me slowly. Also, it's my first fanfiction in the Twilight universe, so I hope I don't mix up my facts and that you'll like it. Also, you might notice that the title of my fanfiction comes from the soundtrack to the Twilight movie series. I'll try to title some chapters with song titles from the movies as well, but I can't tell how many of the chapters will be named after them, since I don't know how many chapters there will be to the story.
8. Chapter 8
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VIII - HURRICANE BELLS
From the expression in his eyes I knew that he had no idea what I was talking about. No one in the room did. Of course, a hundred years have passed since we saw each other and he hadn't changed. He still looked as young and beautiful as he did on the day I met him for the first time. It was a day that was ingrained in my brain for the rest of eternity. Every time Edward died was ingrained in it, but this one was still very fresh – as it was the last time I saw him. We were never more than a few months or years apart from each other. It was never more than forty years though.
I scowled at him, waiting for his answer. In reality, I knew that I probably won't receive one in a room full of people that had no idea what was going on, but I still wanted to hear what he had to say. I'd corner him sometime later, I swore to myself.
It was Charlie that reacted first, as he started scolding me for my behaviour and apologizing to the doctor at the same time. I just kept my mouth shut in fear of letting my temper get away from me. I crossed my hands over my chest, showing my annoyance to the world as I glared at Dr. Cullen.
"It's alright, Charlie," he finally said. GOD, even his voice didn't change. It still had that melodic and soft tone that he used when he told me that Edward died. I felt my eyes start to tear up at the memory, but I pushed them away and just stared at him, waiting for what was coming next.
"She hit her head pretty hard from what Edward told me, so she's probably still confused."
I'll give him confused. I opened my mouth to start telling him exactly why I was confused, but he hurried on,
"I've actually come to let you know that we're going to scan your head to see if there was any damage from the fall, and some x-rays to see if there's anything broken, but other than that – if the results are okay – you're free to go home and rest for the day."
I wanted to snarl at him, to gnaw at him until there was nothing but bones left, but I couldn't muster up the courage to do that in front of everyone, so I let them take me to get my head scanned and to get x-rayed. I knew that there was nothing wrong with me, so he must have done that to get out of the uncomfortable situation that I've put him in.
Good. He should think about what happened. Maybe he'll even remember me if he put his brain to work.
Charlie was still scolding me after I was finished getting my exams done and I finally had enough. I love Charlie, don't think that I don't, I just wasn't used to him scolding me like this.
"Dad, please – there's more to my anger at Dr. Cullen than you're aware of. Let me be. I have my reasons."
Charlie scowled at me for a moment, but stopped scolding me. Instead he told me to wait for him to get my release papers. I watched him go as I leaned against the wall. It was then that I heard his voice.
"What was I supposed to do? Let the car kill her?"
It was Edward of course. I didn't want them to notice me so I took a small pocket mirror out of my jacket pocket and opened it so that I could watch what was going on without being noticed.
"What if you exposed us?" the blonde girl (Rosalie) asked him angrily.
"She already knows too much as it is," she continued in the same angry tone. I had no idea what they were talking about. But I knew that it was critical information on what the hell was going on.
"Rose, calm down," said Dr. Cullen in a soothing voice. "I'm sure that Edward had his reasons for doing so."
There was a pause, and then he continued,
"Though, I have to admit that I'm a bit confused. I've never seen the girl before and she acted as if she knew me. She talked about that night in 1918, Edward."
Edward grew still and his golden eyes narrowed. He must have started thinking about what Dr. Cullen said. My mind was also whirling around. The words 1918 and exposed were in the front. I knew from the moment I saw the Cullens that they weren't normal humans, but from what I've heard it seemed as if they weren't human at all. I let some of the facts that I've managed to obtain about them trickle into my brain. They were inhumanly beautiful. It seemed as if they could hear things from a distance (that moment in the cafeteria when Edward smiled at something Jessica said), Alice was talking about knowing that we would be great friends the other day as if she really knew that it was going to come true (was she psychic or something?), the way that neither Edward nor Dr. Cullen seemed to change much from that night,... There was something going on that I didn't know about.
And I swore to myself that I will find out what was going on, even if it killed me.
Edward was still thinking about what Dr. Cullen said and I decided to let them know of my presence. I also decided to give them a clue as to what was going on. I thought that it was fair enough. Even though I was murderously angry at Dr. Cullen, I wanted him to know exactly why I was angry at him.
"Does the name Leonora Vandervelt ring a bell, Dr. Cullen?" I asked him as I stepped around the corner to face them head on.
Their faces snapped towards me. Two pairs of golden eyes looked shocked while one pair started glowing in recognition. Of the name, I hoped, since I clearly remember that I've introduced myself to Dr. Cullen when I first met him (he was Edward's doctor).
"I have to admit that it does ring a bell, Miss Swan," he said in a cautious tone. Edward and Rosalie were quiet as they stared at me.