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When the Cullen's leave, Bella, as we all know, is depressed, but when she goes to the Cullen house one last time, she finds Victoria waiting for her there. When Victoria turns her into a vampire, the Cain family takes her in. When they return to Forks and find the Cullens have moved back too, will chaos rule, or will romance be back in the air?
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6. Reunited

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He nodded and left the room silently while I brooded over everything that had happened in the past 40 years reclined on my bed.

I stood up and shook my head gently, my black hair escaping from the purple band that held it back to cascade down my back. I stood directly infront of my full length mirror, and I sighed deeply before the pain began…

I picked out my most conservative clothes, and applied brief makeup before starting out the door while stealthily avoiding my families questions. The car wasn’t necessary, I decided as I started to run through the woods, the wind blow-drying my still-damp hair until it was nicely wavy. I stopped in front of a tall, white mansion with Greek-style columns supporting the gently sloping roof.

Very hesitantly, I stepped up onto the perfectly polished porch and tapped the simple, brass door knocker against the mahogany door. Almost instantly it swung open to reveal Emmett, taking up the entire doorframe in all his glory. His messy mop of curly black hair was tousled and several strands fell into his eyes.

“Squirt?” He asked, tentatively, looking me up and down, before he corrected himself. “Bella?” He tried again.

I gave him a small smile. “I guess you haven’t talked to Edward recently, have you?” I nervously played with my hair, twirling it around my pale fingers.

Poor Emmett. His already very confused eyes, were now completely lost. “Just come in for a moment, would ya, Bella? I-I think the family would like to see this.” He held the door open a little wider so I could squeeze inside.

The house was just as I remembered it; the black piano in the corner bringing back so many memories. Alice was perched on the large sofa that faced the large plasma TV, pretending that she couldn’t have possibly heard our conversation that was not but 20 feet from where she sat, while flipping through a recent fashion magazine.

“Hey, Alice,” I greeted her and she looked up at me, a large smile stretching across her pixie-like face.

She walked over and wrapped her thin arms around my shoulders, and whispered in my ear, “I knew you’d forgive him eventually.”

My smile grew larger and I whispered back, “That is the reason why I am not betting against you.” She released my from her embrace and looked me in the face, unable to mask her joy.

“Where is Edward?” I asked.

She daintily shrugged her shoulders. “We don’t know. He disappeared not to long ago, but---”

She was interrupted from another voice that came from the staircase. “Well, well, Bella. This is certainly an improvement. But why haven’t you dyed your hair yet? I mean, it’s just so plain.”

“It’s nice to see you to Rosalie,” I responded, turning to face the intimidating blonde that had approached me. “What color would you prefer my hair?”

She pondered the question for a moment. “Have you ever tried going black?”

I gave her a quirky smile and nodded. “But I have never actually done it,” I said. She didn’t need to know too much, yet.

Rosalie turned and started to make her way back up the stairs. “Just let me get my car keys.” She called from somewhere on the second storey of the home.

“Who said we needed dye?” I called after her.

In an instant she was back by my side. “I’m sorry, but how else to dye hair than to use dye?” She spoke to me as if I was a small imbecile.

“If you could add extensions, how long would my hair be?” Rosalie pointed to a spot about halfway down my back “And what about highlights?”

“Pink,” she said instantaneously.

“Now wait.” I said. She looked at me weirdly and I stared directly into her eyes as I made my hair grow longer and then recolor and finally, I threw in a few strands of pink highlights.

Rosalie’s jaw dropped. Alice came to face me and Emmett just stood there, wondering what the hell happened.

“How---How the hell did you do that?” Rosalie hissed in my face, more than likely answering Emmett’s thoughts unintentionally.

“My power is to change my body or appearance at will,” I simply stated as my hair regained its normal length and color.

Now Rosalie was intrigued. “Can you do other people?” I nodded and guided her to a stool that sat in the never-used kitchen. Placing my hands gently on her head I willed my power into her watched as her golden locks were replaced by a spiky red hairdo, similar to Alice’s. Out of nowhere, Alice produced a hand mirror which I gave to Rosalie.

She had a very sharp intake of breath. “I don’t know whether or not I like it or hate it…” She muttered to herself as she examined the back of her head.

“I can change it to whatever you want,” I replied, this was just the weirdest thing “I could think of.”

She turned to look me in the eye. “Why are your eyes not gold? I mean, you are a vampire, correct?”

I sighed. “I can change any aspect of my appearance. Watch.” I commanded as I made my brown eyes turn green, then purple and then back to the normal topaz gold color of vampires. “And,” I started as I erased my dark circles from lack of sleep and the color of my skin improved greatly.

Rosalie seized my wrists. “Do that to me, NOW! I am sick and tired of these damn circles and make me tan, like California tan.” Her eyes were flickering with eagerness and with something else. Jealousy, maybe?

Jeez, Rosalie, I thought, don’t be vain by any means!

I complied. I brushed my thumbs lightly against her circles and they started to lighten up, but not disappear completely. Next I had her stand up and, placing my hands on her shoulders, Alice, Emmett, and I watched her skin turn from creamy white to a very nice, warm tan. Stepping back to admire my work I decided that red, really wasn’t her color, something I had fortunately learned from Cara. I muttered several incoherent lyrics that I had heard today on the radio under my breath as I returned her hair to its former blonde glory. I stepped back again and pronounced my work done. Approximately 14 seconds after I had done so, a voice sounded in the background.

“Alice, who is this, and what did she do to Rosalie?” Only an idiot wouldn’t know who that voice was.

“Edward!” Alice hissed back. “I cant believe you don’t know who this is!” I felt a smile stretch across my face as I turned around very slowly. The look on his face was priceless.

If possible, Edward turned even paler as he walked toward me. “So, are we Bella again?”

“Yes.” I reached up and grazed his lips with mine. “I don’t think that black was really my color.” I could feel his chuckle deep in his chest as I locked my lips onto his.



“Bel-la!” A musical voice drifted up from the first floor of the colonial-style house. I was about to answer with a snarky comment, but before I could blink, the source of the voice had somehow managed to break down my iron-clad door and two arms wrapped themselves around me.

“Now, see this is what I don’t understand,” Edward said, gesturing to the book that was perched on my lap, “why do you bother reading romance novels when you have me?”

I smiled. “Because, dear Edward, sometimes the quiet is nice without being interrupted by somebody every 15 seconds.” I gave him a pointed look. “Besides, I thought you would be happy that I’m reading your gift!” I picked up the autographed copy of Pride and Prejudice that Edward had somehow managed to find, and shook it at him; God only knows what he can do when he puts his mind to it.

“But don’t you think that even Jane Austen got tired of reading her books eventually?” He raised an eyebrow.

“They why would she write them?” I countered.

“Maybe I need to convince you that I’m better than a book.” He worked his way down my jaw, leaving a small trail of kisses in his wake. Slowly, he eased himself out from behind me until he faced me. I sucked in a breath at the look of his face reflected in the moonlight.

He heard me, of course, and captured my lips with his. I discarded my book on the floor and threw my hands around his neck, tangling them in his hair; I could feel him smiling against me.

He broke the kiss and I groaned, leaning forward so that our lips met again. This time he took my shoulders in his hands and pushed me away.

“I’ll leave you to finish your book,” he whispered in my ear, picking my book off the floor and handing it to me before walking out the door.

“EDWARD!” I screamed as I finally realized what he had done. “YOU CANNOT JUST DO THAT TO A GIRL!” I tore open the door and galloped down the stairs, full speed, to find him relaxed on the leather couch that faced the plasma screen TV.

“Good afternoon, Bella. How may I help you?” He asked, sitting up.

“You are a dead vampire; do you hear me Edward Anthony Mason Cullen? Dead.” I approached him softly and before I touched him, I could visibly see him flinch.

“Uh-oh.” He whispered his calm demeanor out the window.

“‘Uh-oh’ is right,” I whispered back before leaning in and capturing his lips with mine once again.