Unfortunate Twist of Fate
We didn't learn much about Edward's mother, but Carlisle's little speech about her in the beginning of New Moon made me curious. What if she was changed as well, not by Carlisle, but by someone else? What if she went looking for the Cullens but found Bella instead?
Okay, so, this has been hiding in a corner of my brain for an embarrassing long time. I've been debating how best to get it down on paper, and this is as good as it's going to get. Just to make sure everyone understands, I did change a few things (which I don't usually do), but the end result will basically be the same... Feedback is very welcome! I like to know if I'm a total failure as a writer or not.(:
1. First Sight
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I fell onto the couch with an, “Oomph.” I could not believe the day I had just had. The memories floated around in my head as I closed my eyes and willed a glass of water to magically appear in front of me. Memories of my ridiculous idea, of Jacob getting there just in time to save me from a terrible fate faded in and out. I hadn’t thought I was stupid enough to jump off a cliff in the middle of a storm. But obviously I was just that stupid.
Then I realized I was being selfish. I had just almost killed myself, bringing all the attention to myself instead of where it should be: on Harry.
Poor Charlie. It would be right for me to make something special for dinner, try to console him as much as possible. I had hurt him enough.
I had just gotten up off the couch, trying to figure out what I was going to make, when the door bell rang. I sighed and changed direction, walking to the front door. I opened the door, expecting to see Jacob, or even Charlie having forgotten his key. It was neither of those two, though.
Who it was, I had no idea. But just her appearance ripped open the whole in my chest and clawed at the emptiness there. The ghostly pale skin, the strikingly beautiful demeanor. I was vaguely surprised to see the familiar golden irises as I doubled over in pain, gasping. I realized through a haze that the structure of this figure’s face was familiar. I knew the shape of those eyes.
The woman stared down at me, frowning at my obvious pain. There was nothing I could do about it, though. This pain would not be stopped. I just had to fake everything. I had been getting good at that lately, but this would be a different story.
I had just stood up again, after realizing that the shock was not going to wear off anytime soon, when the woman’s voice stabbed me yet again.
“Are you alright? Can I help you?”
I closed my eyes. I could not bear that melodic wind chime voice right now . . . ever. I finally straightened out, eyes still closed, and answered, not bothering to make my voice even. It shook violently, and cracked at the end.
“I’m fine. Is there something I could help you with?”
Her head cocked to the side, not believing me but realizing that it was none of her business. I took a deep breath waiting for her to answer so I could get to Jacob as fast as possible. I wasn’t really sure how I felt about letting this creature leave, though. I knew it would be inevitable, but it wouldn’t be easy. Either way, I would be in more pain than I would care to admit to Jacob.
She hesitated. “I’m looking for a Carlisle Cullen,” the name ripped through me as it always would. “He’s an old friend, and I haven’t been in touch with him for a while. I was told to come here, to Forks, and this house looked like a good place to start.”
She smiled guiltily, and I grimaced. Someone somewhere was laughing at me. Fate really had it in for me today.
“He’s not here,” I answered brusquely.
She frowned. “Do you know where he is?”
The knowledge that, in fact, I did not know left me gasping from the pain.
“No,” I managed to choke out, and then out of curiosity that I should have squished right then and there, “Who are you?”
She smiled a little and seemed to deliberate for a fraction of a second. Something I would have missed had I not been so attuned to it. She nodded the tiniest bit to herself, deciding on something. What, I couldn’t be sure. I didn’t even know if she would tell me her real name.
She took a deep breath. “My name is Elizabeth Masen. I’m an old family friend of Carlisle’s.”