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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.(:

2. Phone Call

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I heard the name wrong. I’m sure I did. There was no way that this woman understood what she was saying. She couldn’t be his mother. It wasn’t even possible, let alone probable. What were the chances that, even if she was who she said she was, my house would be her first choice? Someone had a really cruel sense of humor.

I took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I seem to have heard you wrong. What did you say your name was?” I was trying to be as polite as possible, but there was only so much a girl could be expected to handle before cracking. Of course, there was always a possibility that I had already cracked, and this was just another hallucination. It wouldn’t be surprising. She just looked so real.

“Elizabeth Masen?” She phrased it as a question.

Before I had time to react in any way, though I was still trying to figure how I was going to react, as I wasn’t sure that anything had fully sunk in, the phone rang.

I practically ran to the kitchen, leaving my guest in the door looking utterly bewildered.


“Bella?” It was Jacob, perfect timing as usual. “How are you?”

That sounded like a joke. He couldn’t be serious, could he? I’m dying slowly, Jacob. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? You don’t mind being home alone for a while? Charlie said he was going to be late. He’s helping Sue and her kids. He said not to wait up. We’re going out to track down a new trail Jared caught this morning. It smells different.” A different trail? My stomach dropped. Victoria had a friend.

“Be careful, please,” I choked out.

“Relax, Bells. I’ll see you later.” He hung up on me.

“Um, excuse me?” I jumped. The voice came from behind me. I turned to see her standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

“Oh, sorry. Is there something else you need?” I knew I sounded rude, but it was the only way I could keep my voice from shaking.

“Carlisle Cullen?”

“I don’t know where he went. I’m sorry, but I have no idea where they are.” I heard the pain in voice, just as I felt it in my chest.

“They?” she asked, looking very interested. I winced.

“Um, his family.” It took all my strength to not say, “My family.”

“Children?” she asked. She didn’t believe me. I shifted uncomfortably.

“Adopted, obviously,” I answered her half-question. “And I did know them. They left, and won’t be back for another couple hundred years. If they come back at all. I don’t know where they went, and I think that’s a good thing.” Closure. That is what I had decided. If I did know where they were, it would be that much harder for me to move on. Not that I was doing such a great job of it anyway.

Her eyebrows shot up. She didn’t know I knew. Well, now she does, I thought.

“Did he have a son named–”

“Yes, but again, I don’t know where you will find them. I understand you want to find your son, but I don’t know what to tell you.”

“How do you know . . . ?”

I opened my mouth and then closed it again. I was about to lose it. “I think you should go now,” I whispered. That was probably one of the most painful things I had ever had to say.

“Wait! Do you know my son?” Of course she wanted to know that. What mother wouldn’t?

I was still whispering, “I knew him, them. But, like I said, I don’t know where they went. I really think you should leave.”

“Could you maybe tell me about him? Just so I know what to expect when I find him.”

She looked to me imploringly. I caved. It was those damn eyes. “Well, he, um, likes m-music, and wants to be a doctor.” That was all she was going to get out of me. I was surprised I wasn’t curled up on the ground gasping for breath. It was all could do to keep the tears from escaping.

She could tell that was all I was going to say, and realized it was past her time to go. “Thank you,” she said. I could tell she meant it. “I really appreciate it.” She started to walk away but turned back and said, “You are exactly the kind of girl I would’ve wanted for my Edward. I’m sure he would have agreed with me.”

And then she was gone. I collapsed. Thankfully, I caught myself on the edge of the sink. I don’t know how long I stood there, my head in my hands, crying heart-wrenching sobs.