A Matter of Time - Breath-Of-twilight

A Matter of Time by Breath-of-twilight
Category: Twilight
Language: English
Characters: Bella, Edward
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2011-11-25
Updated: 2013-06-05
Packaged: 2013-07-04 22:27:53
Rating: M
Chapters: 81
Words: 37,938
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Summary: Time is fleeting, always moving. Too fast for most. Not fast enough for Bella. Wait
with bated breath. Push when you should wait. Will Bella push too hard, too fast and lose the
future that she was always destined for?
Table of Contents
1. Pro
2. Chapter 1
3. Chapter 2
4. Chapter 3
5. Chapter 4
6. Chapter 5
7. Chapter 6
8. Chapter 7
9. Chapter 8
10. Chapter 9
11. Chapter 10
12. Chapter 11
13. Chapter 12
14. Chapter 13
15. Chapter 14
16. Chapter 15
17. Chapter 16
18. Chapter 17
19. Chapter 18
20. Chapter 19
21. Chapter 20
22. Chapter 21
23. Chapter 22
24. Chapter 23
25. Chapter 24
26. Chapter 25
27. Chapter 26
28. Chapter 27
29. Chapter 28
30. Chapter 29
31. Chapter 30
32. Chapter 31
33. Chapter 32
34. Chapter 33
35. Chapter 34
36. Chapter 35
37. Chapter 36
38. Chapter 37
39. Chapter 38
40. Chapter 39
41. Chapter 40
42. Chapter 41
43. Chapter 42
44. Chapter 43
45. Chapter 44
46. Chapter 45
47. Chapter 46
48. Chapter 47
49. Chapter 48
50. Chapter 49
51. Chapter 50
52. Chapter 51
53. Chapter 52
54. Chapter 53
55. Chapter 54
56. Chapter 55
57. Chapter 56
58. Chapter 57
59. Chapter 58
60. Chapter 59
61. Chapter 60
62. Chapter 61
63. Chapter 62
64. Chapter 63
65. Chapter 64
66. Chapter 65
67. Chapter 66
68. Chapter 67
69. Chapter 68
70. Chapter 69
71. Chapter 70
72. Chapter 71
73. Chapter 72
74. Chapter 73
75. Chapter 74
76. Chapter 75
77. Chapter 76
78. Chapter 77
79. Chapter 78
80. Chapter 79
81. Chapter 80
1. Pro
A/N
So, trying to get my ass back in the game, I decided I had to re-read this lil fic before I
could move forward with it. As I read, I changed a few things, here and there. Not much,
but some.
You could probably safely read forward without missing too much.
But u r always welcome to retart with me.
Smooches and huggs are needed for my awesmazing friend, VenomousGal, for
reading through this massive doc and double checking everything for me.
AngelGoddess1981 will be joining her, as well, in keeping me in order with this fic.
They are both just so amazing. I am truly a lucky gal to be working with them.
I am re-posting all chapters- TODAY AND POSSIBLY TOMORROW- along with one or
two new ones because I flove you all for sticking with me and having faith in me when I
had very little in my self. I'm getting there, or trying. Life is hard, all the time, but more so
now. You girls honestly make it a tad easier, or at least more tolerable.
Thanks.
For simply being you.
xx
Disclaimer: Twilight and the original characters are not mine. This plot, in all of its
craziness is, however. Please don't steal. It's not nice.
Two contrasting viewpoints on time divide many prominent philosophers. One view is that
time is part of the fundamental structure of the universe, a dimension in which events occur in
sequence. Sir Isaac Newton subscribed to this realist view, and hence it is sometimes referred
to as Newtonian travel, in this view, becomes a possibility as other "times" persist like frames of
a film strip, spread out across the time line. The opposing view is that time does not refer to any
kind of "container" that events and objects "move through", nor to any entity that "flows", but that
it is instead part of a fundamental intellectual structure (together with space and number) within
which humans sequence and compare events. This second view, in the tradition of Gottfried
Leibniz and Immanuel Kant holds that time is neither an event nor a thing, and thus is not itself
measurable nor can it be travelled.
Prologue
They told me all the rules.
Warned me of the consequences.
I listened.
What?
I did.
I have just never been very good at following rules.
I was anxious, desperate.
I just wanted to see.
I never once planned on doing anything more.
But I did. Oh, did I ever.
Now, I was scared.
Even if it felt so right, I knew what the possibilities were.
What could happen if I dabbled with time.
But he had been so much more than they told me.
His piercing green eyes.
His plump lips that just begged to be nibbled on.
And those hands. God, those hands were masterful.
I quiver just remembering it all.
Soft moans.
Whispered promises.
Goosebumps prickle my flesh. The wind whips around me.
A single tear slips down my face as I stare off into the empty meadow.
The meadow where I am supposed to meet him.
Someday in the future.
But not for quite some time yet.
I still have so long to wait.
In my time, I'm only fifteen.
In his, he is already a man.
Such a man.
Sigh.
I have a long way to go before our times collide.
If I haven't messed the whole thing up, that is.
I pray I haven't.
I cry for him.
For us.
For what I may have lost out of curiosity.
Out of stupidity.
2. Chapter 1
A/N
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Chapter 1
I flew head first into the world on a Sunday.
Literally.
The doctor hadn't arrived yet. The nurse wasn't paying attention.
Even after Mom told her she was ready to push.
One. Two. Three pushes was all it took for me to enter this world.
Apparently, I was an eager one.
I still am.
On the third push, I just kind of just flew out. Or so I am told.
I slid out onto the cold, metal extension on the delivery bed, and then right off the end of it,
too.
I was hanging there, by my umbilical cord.
My dad freaked out.
My mom was screaming, tears streaming down her face as she begged for someone to help
me.
That numpty nurse finally turned around, acting like she was all shocked when she saw
what was happening, while she blatantly ignored my mother's pleas.
She ran over, snatched me up just as my dad was about to, but I'd already hit my head.
"Just barely", the nurse had said.
"Enough. You should have been doing your job." My dad was livid.
He has always been a fierce protector.
The doctor came in just as he said that.
The nurse was fired.
Goodbye Nurse Mallory.
My parents sued.
They won.
The hospital never even fought them.
They must have known they stood no chance.
My parents got a lot of money.
A LOT.
They didn't touch a cent of it.
It was sitting in an account with my name on it.
When I turn eighteen, it will all be mine.
I deserve it.
Or so they say.
They tell me this issue...this curiosity, this odd ability of mine is because of the fall.
They might be right.
I like to think, however, that this is just my destiny.
But destiny is one slow bitch.
She has left me waiting far too long.
My curiosity is building. I can feel it, festering, clawing.
It wants to be appeased, and it will.
God help me it will.
3. Chapter 2
A/N
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Chapter 2
I started walking at nine months.
Not even a year old.
Dad says I really wanted to play with the remote control.
He wouldn't let me.
So, what did I do? I got up onto my two pudgy feet, legs wobbling, and walked right over to
that remote and picked it up.
I looked over my shoulder and smirked.
Crazily enough, I remember that.
I have a wicked memory.
The doctors don't understand.
My parents don't either, not really.
They smile and act like it's all okay.
But I hear them whispering at a night when they think I am sleeping.
They don't think anything at all is normal about me.
It scares them.
It used to scare me.
Now, though, it is all I know.
I don't know how to be any other way.
I started reading when I was eighteen months old.
Small books.
About colors and numbers.
Two to three words per page.
My mom thought I was a genius.
My dad thought I got it from him.
Dr Seuss was my next find.
I loved his rhyming tales.
They made me giggle.
One night, I giggled too loud.
My parents heard and came to check on me.
I was supposed to be sleeping, after all.
They weren't mad; they never were.
But I heard them afterwards, once the lights had been turned out and my book taken away.
"You can read it some more in the morning, baby."
They were baffled by my reading ability.
More than that, if they were being honest.
4. Chapter 3
A/N
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Chapter 3
By the time I was two, I spent most of my time at a special hospital.
The doctors wanted to understand me better.
It took a lot of convincing for my parents to agree.
Actually, not really.
All it took, in fact, was for me- at the tender age of two- to walk up to my parents, one of my
mother's paperback novels in my hand, and ask what a screaming orgasm was.
My mom stopped reading that day.
My dad threw out all of her Harlequin romance novels.
And I was shipped to the hospital the next.
Doctor Laurent was a rude man. Always asking questions and getting upset when I didn't
give him the answers he apparently wanted.
Three weeks was all it took, and my parents refused to allow him to work with me any
longer.
My next doctor was great, though.
His name was Doctor Cullen.
5. Chapter 4
A/N
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Chapter 4
For four years I worked with Doctor Cullen.
He was a marvellous, brilliant man.
He was nice to me, and didn't treat me like some sort of experiment.
When I turned six, he even bought me a present. Him and his wife, actually.
Esme.
She was the sweetest woman I ever knew.
Even sweeter than my own mom.
Which was easier to say at that point in time, considering she was barely ever around.
I had apparently just had a baby brother.
I hated the way my parents talked to me.
Baby talk. Layman's terms. Like I was some sort of simpleton.
Why couldn't they have just said that Mom was pregnant? They were going to have a baby?
They named him Emmett, and I hated him, at first.
Mom and Dad would coo over him and smile all the time.
Never once did they look at him like they looked at me.
No confusion, no worry, no bafflement.
Just love.
I wanted that.
I hated him for taking what I wanted.
But Esme and Carlisle gave me that, unconditionally; and they weren't even my parents.
I grew to love them.
Carlisle was my mentor.
Esme my confidant.
6. Chapter 5
A/N
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Chapter 5
I went home less and less on the weekend, as the months went by.
My parents were busy with my replacement.
Esme and Carlisle didn't seem to mind.
Carlisle taught me everything. Never once treating me like I shouldn't understand.
Just accepting.
He said I was a prodigy. That I should be proud of who I was.
I believed him.
But then, on my eighth birthday, they both came to talk to me.
Seemed I was going home.
No more hospital for me.
I cried and yelled and asked them why.
Esme was pregnant. Their first child.
Carlisle needed to halt his research and be there for his wife.
He told me he had to make things right. Had to fix what he never should have messed with.
I hated him for it.
He hurt me. So did Esme.
I went home the next day.
My parents seemed happy.
That made the whole loss a bit easier.
But my salvation was Emmett.
He was only two, but the sweetest little baby ever.
As soon as I was in my room, sniffling into my pillow, Emmett wobbled in, held his arms up
to me, and said "Uppie."
We spent that day giggling and tickling and just cuddling in my bed.
I fell in love with Emmett that day, real, true unconditional love.
I think he fell in love with me, too.
7. Chapter 6
A/N
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Chapter 6
For two years, life was good.
My parents enrolled me in private school.
I made friends.
Well one, at least.
Alice.
She was great, amazing really.
My first day of school, she just skipped right over to me and asked me what took me so long.
I didn't understand her then.
I don't understand her half the time now.
Grade three was easy, too easy.
I fell asleep in a lot of my classes.
Which got me into a lot of trouble.
Finally, after months of nodding off in class, the teacher sent me to the principal's office.
He was a nice guy. Mr. Masen.
Said he should have seen it sooner.
He called my parents in, and the following year I was put in grade five.
Not four.
I hated leaving Alice behind, but we still saw each other at lunch time, and after school, too.
She wasn't lacking in the friend department like me.
She was social butterfly, and everyone liked her.
So, she still had friends in grade four to hang out with.
I, however, was all alone.
I was smaller than the rest of the grade fives, much smaller.
I was on the shorter side for my own age, as it was. Never mind once you stuck me in with a
bunch of kids a year older than me.
But the work was a bit more acceptable. So I just drifted.
I went from class to class and smiled when prompted and answered questions when asked,
but that was it.
I didn't feel like I fit in there, not even when Alice was by my side. She just made it more
tolerable.
8. Chapter 7
A/N
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Chapter 7
Halfway through the year, the principal pulled me out of class.
They had a special test they wanted me to take.
I was wary, at first.
They told me it was a five day test, that I would be coming back to the library every day that
week to complete it.
When I finished the large booklet of papers on the first day, I was beaming. Some of that had
actually challenged me, not much, but it was much more enlightening and refreshing than the
work we did in class.
I was excited to come back the next day, and the next, but then Mr. Masen told me I wouldn't
have to, that I had finished the whole thing already.
So, I was back to the same old boring classes.
Near year end, I was growing excited. Summer break was upon us.
I would get to spend the whole summer with Emmett.
I couldn't wait to show him so many things, take him to so many places, teach him things.
Instead, I was sent off to a school for the gifted.
I never even got to say good bye to Emmett. He was at school when my parents dropped me
off at the airport.
Mom seemed relieved to see me go.
Dad actually teared up a bit.
I harboured a lot of hatred towards my parents because of that day, for not letting me say
goodbye, for sending me away.
But I knew now that it was for the best, the best for me, at least.
9. Chapter 8
Chapter 8
Hollingsworth was an amazing school. The kids there got me. I made friends. I could talk
normal to them and they understood.
Well, most of the time.
I met Jasper there. My new best friend.
Alice and I still talked on the phone and over Skype on my new laptop, but almost being on
the other side of the world made it a hard friendship.
Canada was great!
It rained and snowed.
There was an actual time of the year for summer and fall and winter and spring.
Back in Temecula it was always warm.
Our coldest nights were still warm.
No snow.
Barely any rain.
No leaves changing colors and falling in the fall.
No watching flowers wilt and then marvel and smile as they sprung back to life the following
year.
Canada was my new home. I loved it there.
10. Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Jasper was a prodigy, as well.
He was my cabin mate.
At Hollingsworth, there were small cabins set up along a wooded area.
That was where the students lived.
Well, the ones old enough to tuck themselves in at night or make their bed in the morning
and get ready for school.
The younger students, the ones under ten, they had to stay in the main housing, with the
staff.
Jasper and I ended up together by fluke.
Apparently, someone in admissions thought Jasper was a girl's name and never bothered to
rectify that slip.
Thus how we found ourselves in the same cabin.
At first, I had been adamant that I could not share a cabin with a boy.
But Jasper begged me, said there were no other options but in the only cabin he refused to
live in.
The one with that housed the only two transients to ever be found, willingly.
I didn't know what he was talking about at the time, but the fear in his eyes and the tremble
of his lips made me relent.
I'm glad I did.
He was the best thing to ever happen to me.
He had been there already for two years before I arrived.
He knew why he was there, what he was.
I had no clue. Only that the other kids were special, just like me.
Turns out Jasper and I were roomed for a specific reason, even if having a boy and a girl in
the same cabin was a bit unconventional.
Jasper was a traveller.
I learned quickly so was I.
Travellers could control time; with the right amount of understanding and discipline, that is.
But only their own time.
Jasper knew how.
He was going to teach me.
11. Chapter 10
Chapter 10
On my twelfth birthday, Alice called me.
I could barely make out her words as she squealed and rambled.
"Have you met him yet? I've waited long enough to ask. I couldn't tell when it was, but you
looked older. It's been two years; you must have met him by now..."
"Hold up, Alice. I'm not sure what you're talking about. Start from the beginning. Who is he?"
"Sorry, Bells. I am just so excited. You don't know how hard it has been for me to hold off
asking you. But it has, been hard, I mean."
"Okay, who are you talking about, and no worries. I know how excitable you are." I chuckled
at my crafty words. Alice was beyond excitable, but that was what made her her, and I loved her
for it.
"I don't know exactly... I saw him in a vision. He was with you, helping you with something.
He has shaggy blond hair and crystal blue eyes. I only heard him speak for a moment, but it
was with a dreamy drawl that I'll never forget..."
Alice continued, but I blocked her out.
My mind was still stuck on the whole 'vision' bit.
That, and the fact that Alice was describing Jasper to a tee.
I didn't want to tell her that, though.
And I wasn't sure why.
"Wait, vision? What do you mean vision?"
Alice chuckled softly, "Well, you know how I always said I had those feelings? Like the first
time we met? Seems they're not only feelings. Now, I have visions, like I'm dreaming when I'm
awake. I see things, Bells, from the future. It's really freaking neat, actually."
I let out a rough sigh. What she was saying wasn't really surprising
Not after living at Hollingsworth for awhile.
"Maybe you belong here just as much as I do," I said aloud, not meaning to.
"What does that mean?"
I panicked. Alice didn't know about me and my freakish abilities. She was part of normalcy.
I wanted to keep it that way, too.
"Oh nothing. Sorry. Look, the bell is ringing for dinner. I have to go. I'll watch for this guy; but
hey, before I go, what exactly are you looking for him for?" I had to ask. I had to know.
Alice sighed all dreamy-like. "He's my soul mate, Bells."
I didn't know what to say to that, or even how I felt about it.
I knew I had no such feelings for Jasper in that way.
For some reason, Alice's interest in him bothered me anyway.
I said goodbye and hung up.
That was the last time I talked to Alice.
I had been avoiding her since.
It had been two years since that phone conversation, and I could no longer avoid dealing
with whatever it was that had bothered me so much about it.
Because we were getting a new student.
And she was walking towards me, a scowl on her face and a storm brewing in her eyes.
"Alice?"
12. Chapter 11
Chapter 11
Alice was surprisingly forgiving.
Very forgiving.
She's a better person than me, it seems.
At first, she was all "How dare you." And "What the hell were you thinking?"
But then, once she really looked at me, she said "Why didn't you just tell me?"
I didn't know how to answer that.
I felt like an ass.
I was an ass.
And a horrible friend.
Jasper came out then.
That officially ended it all before it really began.
It was like she was star stuck.
It appeared he was, too.
Love at first sight.
I, personally, thought that was a crock of shit.
I didn't know.
How could I?
That true love existed.
Soul mates.
Who would have thought?
13. Chapter 12
Chapter 12
They labelled Alice as a visionary.
She was put in a cabin a few doors down from us.
Right beside the transients.
Jasper was furious.
Or at least that is how it looked to everyone else.
I knew, though.
That he was just scared.
Over the years, I had learned more about our titles.
What they meant.
Who we were.
Hollingsworth was really a school for kids who had extraordinary abilities.
And I don't mean like Einstein.
More like Teen wolf.
Or a character from X-Men.
Transients could fade away into thin air.
If they didn't learn how to control it, however, in time they would disappear for good.
Imprisoned in a life of walking the earth for the remainder of their days.
Unable to be seen.
Usually mistaken for a ghostly spirit.
It happened once here, already.
I didn't really know the guy.
Mike.
He was a stubborn jackass, though.
I knew that much.
They tried to tell him.
Taught him how to control it. To not stay that way for too long.
But he was very vengeful.
He wanted to teach his parents a lesson.
For sending him away, to us.
He's back here now.
I hear him crying sometimes at night.
I still don't understand why Jasper is so frightened by them, though.
Maybe I never will.
14. Chapter 13
Chapter 13
By the time I am thirteen, I know it all.
Or, at least, I think I do.
Jasper has taught me a lot.
And there are a few more travellers at the school now, too.
Seems I'm not as rare as I thought.
There are at least six of us, now?
Apparently, there was another at one time.
Another teacher.
The Professor doesn't elaborate.
In fact, he clams right up at the mere mention of it.
This doesn't make me curious.
No, not at all.
Not me.
We all know that is a lie.
I am insanely curious, all the time.
But, for now, I let it go.
So, again, there are six of us.
Here.
Right now.
That includes one teacher.
Our teacher.
He told us that our purpose is to help humanity learn from their mistakes.
To go forward into the future, learn from it, and then return.
I will get to do this when I turn fourteen.
In the future we will be adults, he explains.
I might be kind of freaked out by that.
Just a little.
But it makes sense, I suppose.
If I am young now, jumping forward a few years should age me.
He tells us this should not be a game.
That travelling is hard on our bodies, on our organs.
That most travellers die by the time they are forty.
This scares me.
Badly.
Maybe I don't want to know how to do it.
But I already do.
And curiosity killed the cat, right?
Maybe it would kill me, too.
It was my curse, after all.
Curiosity, that is.
Who am I kidding.
I would try it even if they told me I'd pop out the other end as a boy.
I am fearless.
Or so I think.
15. Chapter 14
Chapter 14
Even with all the excitement at Hollingsworth, I still miss Emmett.
He is the one thing I am scared for.
I hope he is okay back home.
I send him letters.
All the time.
I wonder if my parents give them to him.
I have never once heard back from him.
I never hear from them, either.
It makes me sad.
It also makes me unbelievably mad.
I want to kick something sometimes.
Sometimes I do.
Once, I accidentally kicked Mike.
Oops.
How was I supposed to know he was there?
Served him right.
He shouldn't be perving out in my cabin.
Fucker.
My birthday is July 13th.
This year it is on a Friday.
The whole school throws me a big bash.
Fourteen is a big year for us.
It's when we start actually going out into the field, as they call it.
I finally get to join the older travellers, and Jasper.
I don't really care about the party.
I'm just excited for tomorrow.
Tomorrow, I am going to travel ahead in time.
Six years to be exact.
To when I would be twenty.
I wonder what I will look like.
Will my boobs finally make an appearance?
I hope so.
I hate to think that I may always be so flat chested.
Even Alice and her tiny stature have sprouted boobs.
On her small frame they seem huge.
You can't miss them.
They are easy to see with the tiny, revealing tops she wears.
And even if she didn't wear revealing clothing, they are all Jasper talks about these days.
Yes, Alice and Jasper are officially a couple.
I didn't think it would take them so long.
But Jasper is shy.
And Alice has a way of scaring the living daylights out of him.
So, even though he was instantly attracted to her, he fought it.
In hopes of keeping his sanity.
Poor bugger.
He didn't even stand a chance.
16. Chapter 15
Chapter 15
I watch as Jasper and Alice sway across the dance floor.
Jealousy is almost as bad as curiosity.
Did you know that?
Not that I want Jasper.
Because I don't.
He is like a brother to me.
But I want someone, anyone, to look at me the way those two look at each other.
I had resigned myself a long time ago to the fact that no one would.
Who could love a freak?
Apparently, freaks can love other freaks.
Tyler is always hitting on me, making lewd gestures and disgusting comments.
Jealousy isn't enough for me to give him the time of day.
Ever.
Or any other guy at the school.
I thought I was broken.
Not able to feel what regular girls felt.
Alice says I just haven't found the one yet.
That I don't have to be like the other girls.
Like Jessica.
Who date any and every boy at school.
Except Jasper, of course.
Maybe I am just destined to be alone?
17. Chapter 16
Chapter 16
I barely sleep a wink.
Even though I was told to get a good night's rest.
Ha!
Easy to say that when it isn't your first time, right?
I jump on Jasper's bed to wake him.
It is just barely the ass crack of dawn.
He doesn't seem impressed.
I don't care, though.
I'm excited.
He should be, too.
How dare he rain on my parade?
And I tell him just that.
He smiles up at me, all teeth and sleepy eyes.
"Okay, darling. I'm up. Let's get this show on the road."
I squeal.
It is Alice worthy.
He cringes and shakes his head.
"You're becoming more and more like her every single day."
I squint my eyes and shoot him a look.
He knows what it means.
He also knows I don't mean it.
I could stand to be a little more girly.
But I'm okay with who I am.
For now.
I practically drag Jasper across the quad.
A quad that is more like a wide open field.
Everything is rather green here.
I love it.
18. Chapter 17
Chapter 17
The others are already in the classroom when we arrive.
Once again, I shoot daggers at Jasper.
The little fucker sleeps too much.
He chuckles.
Oops, did I say that aloud?
My choice of vocabulary has changed significantly since I arrived at Hollingsworth.
It is much more colorful.
And I think my filter is broken.
I shrug my shoulders and raise my brows.
What? I can't help myself.
I am who I am.
Everyone keeps telling me to accept it.
Maybe they should choke on their own words.
"Okay class, settle down. Today's a big day. Is everyone excited?"
Most of us erupt into hoots and hollers.
Seems I'm not the only one ready to finally put these extra abilities to use.
Except maybe Jasper.
As usual, he seems a bit withdrawn, quiet.
But I know him well enough to know what he is really feeling.
Scared.
You see, Jasper knew of his ability long before the rest of us.
In fact, he has travelled to the future before.
Not on purpose.
It just happened.
Scared the ever-living daylights out of him, too.
And his parents.
That was when they sent him here.
They're a bit close minded in Texas.
Or a lot.
They thought Jasper was an alien.
They said that to him, too.
I guess I can understand his trepidation.
But I wish he'd see just how wonderful he is.
And how wrong his parents were.
19. Chapter 18
Chapter 18
"You are each going solo, today. For some of you this is your first time; for others, this is just
normal. This time, though, you'll spin this globe and close your eyes. Point, and that is where
you're going?"
"How long are we going for?" Tyler asks.
Good question.
I look at the professor for an answer.
"You will each wear this watch. It is set for our time, with our date, as well. This will not
change as you pass through time. Pay close attention to it. You will have forty eight hours in the
future. Not a minute more. Got it?"
He swivels his head, his eyes steely and serious, looking at each one of us.
We all nod.
We understand the dangers.
Or, at least, I think we all do.
If we stay too long, we can get stuck.
Or even worse, we can age prematurely.
Something that won't reverse once we are back.
"And don't forget, everything you do in the future -EVERYTHING- needs to be weighed
heavily before you do it. You don't know how it will affect our actual futures. Something as small
as stepping on a spider can change what is supposed to be. Are we clear?"
We all nod.
Then each of us takes a turn with the globe.
Tyler is going to Madrid, Spain.
Bree is going to San Juan, Argentina.
Tanya is going to Bucharest, Romania.
Jasper is going to Salvador, Brazil.
I'm excited now.
I want to see some place exotic.
I know this isn't a vacation, but it kind of is.
I hesitate as the teacher begins handing out currency for each of those places to the
students.
I wonder where I will go.
Thailand.
Portugal.
Japan.
I spin the globe, still dreaming out amazing places.
Ireland.
Bahamas.
"The United States."
20. Chapter 19
Chapter 19
I shake my head.
My dreams shattered.
"Say what?"
The teacher smiles, but it looks all wrong.
Fucker.
"Forks, Washington, to be exact."
"Forks? You have got to be kidding me."
I scowl at him as he hands me a wad of American cash.
I'm not happy.
Jasper places his hand on my shoulder.
Probably trying to calm me.
It doesn't work.
I shrug him off.
That fucker is going to Brazil.
I want to go to Brazil.
"Can we trade?"
I get an evil glint in my eyes.
Jasper would so trade with me.
If not, I'd bribe him with an Alice make-over.
Then he would for sure.
But fucking Banner says "no".
Of course he does.
Just what do they expect me to learn in Forks, Washington?
I wonder if Spoons and Knives are neighbours.
I laugh aloud at my own joke.
It really wasn't that funny, though.
"Alright, fine. I'm going to Forks."
21. Chapter 20
Chapter 20
We go one at a time.
First Bree.
Then Tyler.
Then Jasper.
It is now my turn.
I'm kind of nervous.
This is new to me.
I didn't think I would be.
It's always been excitement, and a lot of curiosity.
Frazzled nerves are new.
I'm not sure I like it.
The professor tells me to relax, says I won't be able to concentrate properly if I don't.
I listen.
It takes awhile though.
Honestly, I just don't want to end up in the wrong place.
Like in the middle of a war.
Or even worse, in the wrong time.
When I am an old lady, walking around with my walker.
If I'm still walking at all.
Us travellers don't have the longest life spans.
Not most, at least.
The professor is fifty seven, he says.
I bet he's more like eighty.
Or, at least that is how old he looks to me.
The aging could be because of travelling.
It's actually very probable.
But he is still alive, and that is a decent age, I think.
But I know he is a very disciplined person.
I wonder if I can ever be the same.
Lose my sense of curiosity and just be more level headed.
I doubt it.
I guess that means I'm going to die young.
22. Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Finally, my mind is drifting, my body feels like it is breaking into tiny little pieces.
I'm relaxed, insanely so.
I stare at the picture in front of me.
I picture myself there.
I think of 2011- in July.
I'm hoping Forks is warm.
I am not dressed for snow.
The professor told me to stop being silly.
There would be no snow in Forks in July.
Or anywhere else in the United states, for that matter.
I really already knew that.
I was just being difficult.
Like usual.
I close my eyes, and the world feels like it's jerking.
Back and forth, rapidly.
I breathe slowly.
Deep breath in, deep breath out.
When I open my eyes, I am in a large clearing.
There are purple wildflowers everywhere.
Simply put, it is beautiful.
For a moment, I just want to stay put.
Inhale the poignant fragrance that wisps around in the air.
But then I hear something howling.
Might be a wolf.
Hell, it could have been a jack rabbit and I would have run, regardless.
And run I did.
For what feels like hours.
My feet slap hard into the soft earth.
My breaths come out staggered, like huffs of hot air.
I stop running when I approach a long, narrow road.
And then I walk.
Try to look as normal as possible.
23. Chapter 22
Chapter 22
It takes over two hours to walk into town.
The large sign that says 'Welcome to Forks' greets me.
I don't smile because it is now raining.
And I am wet.
Like drowned rat wet.
I am miserable, and I make that known when a man approaches me and asks if I'm lost.
"No, of course not. Just because I'm dripping wet doesn't make me lost," I snap.
He baulks back, head hung low.
He looks wounded.
Like I've hurt him.
And now I am miserable, and I kind of feel bad, too.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap. I'm tired. Do you know where I can find a motel?"
The man's head jerks up at my question.
He looks surprised.
He looks ethereal.
His eyes practically shimmer under his damp lashes.
Bright, fiery green.
Such an odd color.
One I am sure I have seen before.
But I can't remember where, or when.
I can feel the memory, sitting there, taunting me.
It teeters at the edge of my mind, but I can't for the life of me draw it up.
That is very odd for me.
I remember everything.
Even minute details that are of no consequence.
I have an eidetic memory, after all.
It is rather unsettling.
And I feel like I am off kilter.
"Just down the road, Miss..."
"No...no Miss. Please, just call me Bella."
He nods.
His smile grows tenfold.
He looks at me, and it feels like he is looking directly into my soul.
"Let me show you to the Miller Inn."
His juts his hand out.
I stare at it like it is a foreign gesture or something.
Obviously it is not.
I'm just being weird.
Overly so.
I place my hand in his, and he shakes it firmly.
He is so warm.
He feels like my electric blanket back at school.
So warm, so comforting.
Even the soft humming feeling is there.
24. Chapter 23
Chapter 23
"My name, by the way, is Edward."
I walk in silence, beside the beautiful man.
He makes me feel inadequate. Beside his beauty, I kind of am.
Never have I ever seen eyes so bright, so deep, so full of life.
Skin so pale, perfect complexion.
I watch his hands as we walk in silence.
He is twinning them together.
Is he nervous?
He has long, long fingers.
I am mesmerized by them
I am feeling things I have never felt before. Ever.
This is new to me, and I am not sure what to make of it.
This man has me frazzled.
He is a conundrum to me.
One I want nothing more than to solve.
All these feelings are so foreign.
But they are a good foreign.
I like them.
I like how he makes me feel, and all he has done is speak.
I wonder what it would feel like to hold his hand.
And then I am shocked by my thoughts.
I'm fourteen, for goodness sakes.
I don't think of boys that way.
Jessica does.
Alice does.
I do not.
But Edward is definitely not a boy.
25. Chapter 24
Chapter 24
He clears his throat, drawing my attention to his face.
My thoughts lost in his emerald eyes as he looks over at me.
Can he see my confusion?
I hope not.
"How long are you in town?"
Such a simple question, but he looks like he is very anxious for my answer.
His right hand delves into his soaking wet hair.
He tugs while his other hand twitches.
The one closest to me.
I almost miss it because I am staring at his face, at his tugging hand.
But I feel a shock of something run up my arm.
I look down.
So does he.
His fingers are twitching, first the pointer, then the pinky.
I look up at him, wondering what the heck it was I just felt.
As if he would know the answer.
But he is looking at his hand, too.
His eyebrows drawn together, his bottom lip between his teeth.
He feels it, too. He must.
Finally, he looks up, and his eyes meet mine.
I don't know what he sees when he looks at me.
But it is something, must be.
Because he smiles and his fingers twitch again.
This time, however, his pinky latches onto mine.
I smile, all big and goofy.
It feels amazing.
Like nothing I have ever known.
He is smiling, too, and blushing.
It looks adorable; his cheeks all stained a dark pink.
We don't stop walking.
We don't say anything.
We just continue on down the road, pinky in pinky, a zing of something humming from me to
him and back to me again.
26. Chapter 25
Chapter 25
I pay no attention to my surroundings as we walk slowly in the pouring rain.
My fingers tingle with the hum that seems to be all Edward.
My toes are numb and wet...and bare?
Bare?
How odd.
Where the hell did my shoes go, and why did I not notice them missing before?
Apparently, time travel will mess with your common sense.
Slowly, I begin to notice other things.
Like the fact that it looks like I am waiting for a flood.
My pants look more like long capris than pants.
I raise my free hand and feel my head.
Running my fingers down longer than normal locks.
I gasp.
Get an idea.
Forgot Edward is right there beside me, momentarily.
And raise both hands, planting them firmly on my chest...
And I squeeze, hard.
Excited.
Holy shit! My boobs are huge!
I let out a little squeal.
Still lost in the glorious moment of self discovery.
Forgetting that I should feel like a freak.
Because I have stopped walking.
And am now practically feeling myself up.
Sighs, appreciative moans, and all.
And Edward...
My eyes rise, hands still on boobs, to find Edward, staring at me all wide-eyed and gaping
mouth.
Shit!
I feel my cheeks flame in utter embarrassment.
Yet, still, my hands don't let go.
Having boobs rocks, but even better that that...
Touching boobs that I actually have feels amazing!
"Bella?"
Gaping, still groping, eyes wide and mouth flapping, I begin to run.
"I'm sorry. I have to go," I yell over my shoulder as I stumble towards the large house-like inn
in front of me.
27. Chapter 26
Chapter 26
I skid to a halt in front of the steps.
My breaths coming out in choppy spurts.
Panting, I lean over, hands on knees, and try to gather my thoughts.
My mind is racing.
I knew to expect the changes.
In fact, some I was even hoping for.
I guess I should have checked when I first wound up in the meadow.
But I didn't.
Then, I found Edward.
And I lost all common sense.
Consumed in him and all the tingles.
But seriously, before I can think of him any longer, I need a room.
I am anxious to see myself.
To see if the me now still looks like the me I have always been.
I'm nervous as I pull out cash, a huge wad of it.
The lady behind the counter raises her brow, giving me an odd look.
I shrug. What can I say? "I'm loaded, don't give me that look?"
I want to, kind of. So she will stop staring at me like that.
But I don't.
I don't need any extra attention.
I mentally jot a note to be more careful with who sees what when it comes to me.
Which I hope I remember.
Because looking down at my bare feet, I realize my next stop will have to be the store.
I need shoes, clothes, and a toothbrush, too.
As I take the key and receipt the lady, whose name tag reads Mrs. Cope, hands to me, I run
my fingers through my hair.
My insanely long hair.
Or at least as far as they can go before they are all tangled and tugging.
"Ouch!"
"Are you okay, dear?"
I nod, once again embarrassed.
I will definitely need a brush, too.
28. Chapter 27
Chapter 27
I find my room and immediately go to the washroom and stare at myself in the mirror.
My face doesn't look much different.
A little more refined.
Sharper, thinner.
I'm taller, leaner, curvaceous.
I never thought I'd fill out so well.
My hips jut out nicely, not sickly, more alluringly.
My stomach is flat, my chest...
Wow!
I am thinking a bra is in order.
Likely a C cup.
My boobs are perfect, perky, round, and oh so sensitive.
I can't help but fondle them, staring in the mirror as I do.
My breath catches and my eyes close.
I see Edward behind my lids, smouldering green and tousled copper, smiling, licking his
lips...
I gasp as a surge of something runs through my body.
It's intense.
Not the same as the tingle I felt touching Edward.
Stronger, originating from between my legs.
I squirm.
I knew girls my age touched their selves.
Some were even having sex.
I, however, have never even given the idea a thought.
Until now.
When I am in a twenty year old body.
With my one hand on my boob and the other...
...gliding down my stomach towards my center.
Aching for more of that intense feeling.
Desperate.
My fingers brush across my center.
My whole body flinches.
I inhale a sharp breath and rub my finger over my nub.
I squeak.
It's an embarrassing sound, I am sure.
I just don't care.
I rub myself over my clothes some more, until the feeling is so intense I just need more.
More of what, I'm not sure.
But I decide flesh on flesh is likely a good route to try.
The second my finger glides over my swollen wetness; a hot flash surges through me.
I whimper.
My knees almost give out.
And I rub faster, apply more pressure.
And then I am making noises that sound nothing like me.
But my body is burning up and I'm twitching and sliding down the wall, my fingers still on my
swollen flesh.
And, oh shit...this in the most amazing thing I have ever felt.
Ever.
I wonder how it would feel if it were Edward's fingers on me, rubbing, touching, and once
again, just moments later, my body is rocked with that insane pleasure all over again.
I feel kind of guilty.
Like I have done something bad.
But that's silly, and I know it.
But I think I can understand what I am feeling, too.
I try to push it all aside.
All girls experiment.
Eventually.
I did nothing wrong.
How could it be?
It felt so damn good.
29. Chapter 28
Chapter 28
I gather myself and head out, shrunken clothes and all.
I find a store, a Thriftway.
And make my way inside.
I don't need much, not really.
I am only here for...
I look at my watch.
The one I am never to take off or adjust, even if the time doesn't match.
It is four o'clock.
I travelled at ten.
I only have forty two hours left.
It doesn't seem like enough.
But it also feels like too much.
I know what I am here for, and I force myself to remember.
To not think of him.
Edward.
But it is hopeless, really.
How can I not?
There is just something about him.
It has consumed me.
Filled me.
He is all I think about.
Even when I did sinful things to my own body.
Sinful things that felt amazing.
I buy two outfits and a pair of pajamas.
A toothbrush and hair brush.
My stomach grumbles.
I didn't eat breakfast.
Or lunch.
And it is now dinner time.
I change in the bathroom, leave my old clothes behind in the trash.
I realize over my travels I will lose a lot of clothes.
Remind myself to never wear anything I really like.
30. Chapter 29
Chapter 29
There's a diner just around the corner.
Small.
Cozy.
It has food.
That's really my only prerequisite.
I order pancakes.
At dinner time.
The waitress looks at me like I'm a little strange.
I wonder if she knows that I actually am.
Her name tag reads Rosalie.
She is truly beautiful, all long legs and sun kissed hair.
She seems so sure of herself.
She smiles at me, a lot.
Almost as if she knows something I do not.
It unnerves me, so I eat fast.
Then leave her with a five dollar tip on a five dollar meal.
And I head towards the forest.
Where I can do something, anything that I am supposed to.
The forest seems perfect here.
The air.
The trees.
The earth.
It's all so balanced.
Everything is so green.
Kind of like home.
Not my home home, but the only one I consider home.
The school.
It's wet.
There are a variety of animals in the forest.
Some that make me giggle and coo.
Some that make me quake in fear.
Something lives here.
Something not normal.
I can feel it.
Like whatever it is is watching me.
I shiver.
Make mental notes of all the animals I can recognize, and a large one about the one I
cannot.
I will have to talk to the professor about it.
I will have to make sure I come back.
31. Chapter 30
Chapter 30
I head back to the inn.
My body drained and heavy.
Hard to carry with my waning strength.
I hit the pillows, hard.
And dream of him, of course.
He just won't leave me alone.
Not even while I slumber.
In my dream, he is younger.
Not by much, but enough that it is noticeable.
He smiles a lot, and blushes.
In my dream, I just want to do naughty things to his body.
Things I don't understand how I am able to dream up.
But they leave me panting when I wake up.
And my underwear damp.
I shower and try to wash away the aching that seems to come from within my very skin.
In my bones.
In my blood.
It feels like my own body is fighting against me.
Killing me slowly from the inside out.
I don't have the strength to dress.
So, I wrap a towel around my now shapely body and fall onto the bed.
I don't sleep.
But it is like I am not fully awake either.
For what must be hours, I lay there.
Eyes open.
Lips parted.
As I writhe in pain.
My heart beats faster than a jack rabbits.
I know I should do something.
See a doctor.
But I don't know if I can.
What they might find if they look at me closely enough.
So I don't.
I just bear the pain and pray it doesn't last too long.
32. Chapter 31
Chapter 31
At some point, I feel a reprieve.[KG1]
Instead of the aching pain, I feel a desperate ache.
A yearning.
My body twitches.
My feet move of their own accord.
I walk towards the door.
My blood is thrumming out an erratic beat in my head.
My stomach ties in knots.
With each step towards the door, I feel better.
More like myself.
Well, my new self, that is.
I stumble.
Almost fall.
Now desperate to reach the door and take the pain away, fully.
My heart rate slows, yet seems to beat harder.
Crashing against my ribcage.
Thump, smash, thump, smash.
As if it is trying to escape its bodily confines.
My arm darts out.
Fingers stretched.
And they close around the handle.
All at once, the pain is gone.
No more.
Nothing.
I test this oddity by removing my hand from the knob.
Immediately, I feel my chest begin to re-tighten.
I don't waste any more time on theories.
I put my hand wholly on the knob.
Just as there is a knock at the door.
I know, somehow I know, whatever is on the other side of the door I need.
Irrevocably.
Physically.
Desperately.
33. Chapter 32
Chapter 32
I yank it open.
My eyes are wide, bottom lip trembling, heart thudding, slow and hard and with purpose.
Edward eyes me up from the other side of the door.
His one hand looks to be clenching at his chest, mirroring my own.
While the other still latches on to the door handle.
I stare at him for a moment.
Just taking him all in.
He looks confused.
He looks happy.
He looks relieved.
I don't say anything, not a word.
I just move aside and motion for him to come in.
At first, he makes no movement whatsoever.
Just stands there.
Not even looking at me, but staring at the door handle.
He has yet to let it go.
Neither have I.
And I can't help but wonder if he felt the same things that I did.
That I do.
But I know it all sounds crazy, and I am likely wrong.
And I worry that if I mention it to him, it will freak him the hell out.
So I don't.
What if it isn't the door handle?
What if it is him?
As soon as I think it, I know I am right.
He is what keeps the ache at bay.
I can't risk him leaving and the aching pain returning.
Not yet.
I need a few hours of reprieve.
I have but thirty hours left, according to my watch, here in Forks.
I wonder if I can somehow lock him in my room, or glue our hands together.
Apparently, I am sick, and disturbed.
I realize this.
I just don't care.
All I can think about is Edward, and the ache, and the fact that he makes it all better.
Slowly, with trepidation, I remove my hand from the handle.
I sigh.
No pain.
I was right.
It is him.
All him.
I reach out, not bothering to ask, and place my hand on top of his.
I gently pry his fingers, white knuckled, from the other side of the handle and guide him into
my room.
34. Chapter 33
Chapter 33
Once in the room, I am not too sure what to do with him.
Or myself, for that matter.
What I do know is there is something huge.
Something tangible.
Something life altering going on between us.
And I have next to no time to figure it out.
I briefly consider staying.
Never going back to my own time.
But we have yet to learn in class exactly how much time we are allotted before we make a
serious detrimental impact on our lives.
Or even worse, the lives of others.
I can't take that risk.
I look at him, looking at me.
His eyes all glassy and dilated.
His smile wide and wary.
Or can I?
I shake my head.
Rid myself of such thoughts.
I can't.
I know this.
But oh do I want to be able to.
Someday...someday soon, I will have to come back.
There is no longer any other option.
"I'm sorry for coming over without an invitation," Edward starts, but I interrupt him.
Shaking my head, I smile and place my hand back in his.
"If you hadn't come here, I might have gone looking for you."
I am being honest.
Much more so than I have ever been.
"Really?" he asks. His smile is so big it looks kind of painful.
But it makes me smile, too.
Big, toothy, and painful.
And I love it.
The way he makes me feel.
The way I obviously make him feel, too.
I don't know how I'll do it.
Be apart from him, that is.
But I know tomorrow I go back.
I have to.
I have friends.
And a life, if you can call it that.
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Chapter 34
I wonder about his age.
I want to ask.
He is in the future.
I could return to Forks.
When I am really twenty.
And find him all over again.
But then I realize something else.
And my heart stutters in my chest.
Even if I did come back in six years, real time, he would remember me.
Wonder why I have yet to age.
Isn't that how it worked?
And how would I explain to him what I am?
What I can do?
I start to feel a growing ball of hopelessness expand within me.
A whole new kind of pain.
This one I can at least control, for now.
"Hey. Where'd you go just now?"
Edward's hand is on my face.
His hand.
Touching me.
And it feels amazing.
I sigh, deeply, not even realizing I have expelled so much air, and tilt my head into his palm.
I forget all my worries, for now.
He leans in.
I follow his lead.
I can feel heat radiate from his parted lips.
Hi breaths fanning across my lips.
I inhale.
Almost forget to exhale; he tastes so good on my palette.
And when our lips finally meet, it is like an explosion goes off inside of my body.
Thrumming heart, swirling blood, heated skin.
I kiss him back.
Hard.
Desperate.
Needy.
He allows this, doesn't stop me.
I have never been so thankful.
36. Chapter 35
Chapter 35
As his tongue grazes against my moist lips, I lose control of my body and lie backwards,
pulling him with me.
My towel tugs, but stays in place.
At this point, even if it came off I'm not sure I'd stop.
Our tongues slide and collide and skim, and I feel like my body is no longer my own.
It is his.
In every sense of the word, I belong to him.
I now know what girls go crazy about when they talk about kissing.
And they were right.
Yet so far off from the truth.
I will never be able to get enough of him.
Tomorrow, when I leave, I will be so fucked.
His tongue is so warm.
He tastes so good.
Like coffee and chocolate and...
Something I am not quite sure of, but suspect it is cigarette smoke.
I whimper as his tongue dances with mine.
And I feel it.
Something.
It makes me feel out of control.
It makes my stomach tighten, and Edward's leg...that is pressed into me.
There.
Right. Fucking. There.
My lower body squirms.
Presses.
I need to feel more.
Of what? I have no clue.
But I want it, like I have never wanted anything before.
I wonder briefly if it is my teenage raging hormones.
I've heard of them before.
But then I remember I am no longer in a teenager's body.
I am twenty.
I have boobs.
...and I am wearing nothing but a towel...
That is now...
"Fuck, Bella, your tits are...fuck."
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Chapter 36
I don't think about the towel, or lack thereof anymore.
Because Edward's mouth moves away from mine.
He is kissing down my neck.
His fingers are twirling my nipples between them, and his leg is grinding right fucking there.
Finally, his lips reach my pebbled nipples, and I gasp as he nips with his teeth.
Air hissing through my teeth.
Heat rolling through my body.
Edward thrusts against me.
His jean rough hardness rubbing deliciously against my throbbing bare...
Shocks of heat explode into spikes of blissful, numbing waves of ...holy fuck!
And I say it, too.
Aloud.
Edward ...I can see him hovering over me.
His face is contorted and strained.
His eyes wide, blazing; they look like there are on fire.
Black fire.
Weird.
But shit. I don't care
My body is spasming, trembling, burning.
The sweet heat keeps thundering through me, and Edward is grunting even though his
thrusts have ceased.
I pant rapidly.
I can't seem to catch my breath.
Speckled pinks and blues taunt my vision.
I want to see that look on Edward's face again...still.
But the speckles won't allow it.
I might be okay with that.
But I'd love to have both...all of it.
"Holy shit." I'm not sure which of us says that.
Might have been him.
Or me.
Actually, I think we both did.
And he is grinning down at me, now.
His eyes once again bright green, shimmering, almost as if they are smiling at me.
He leans down and kisses me softly.
On the mouth.
I'm kind of nervous he'll want more now.
More...
More that I'm not sure I'm ready to give.
Even if I am in a twenty year old me's body, I am still fourteen in my mind.
But he doesn't push.
He seems content as we slowly resume our kisses and his fingers trail along my collarbone,
teasing the tender skin there.
And we continue, kissing, touching, exploring, squirming...
I even get that burning warmth thundering through me again.
Twice more, actually.
I'm pretty sure it is an orgasm.
But it feels nothing like what it did in the shower.
It is so much more.
Better.
Longer.
Fucking mind altering, body numbing, thought preventing perfection.
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Chapter 37
At some point, we fall asleep, and when I wake, my heart is hurting again.
I had a dream.
It seemed so real.
People were after us.
Except they weren't really people.
Not really.
I can't honestly recall exactly what they were, just that they were not human.
Edward's arm is draped over my...naked body.
I blanch, feel self conscious.
Which I know is stupid after everything we did last night.
And no, sex was not one of those things, but still.
I slip out of the bed, careful not to wake him as he softly snores, his hair tangled up and in a
complete disarray of sexiness.
As I walk to the bathroom, my heart sinks again. My watch doesn't lie, and it tells me we
have been sleeping for far too long.
I have to leave in just a couple of hours.
I look back at Edward's peaceful form, and suddenly relieving my bladder or sating my
growling stomach doesn't seem all that important, after all.
With tears brimming, I climb back into the bed, no longer mindful of my lack of dress, and I
curl up into his side and allow my tears to tease me with things that just can't be.
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Chapter 38
Four hours.
I have only four hours.
I want to wake him.
Hear his voice.
See his smile.
Kiss him, one last time.
Tell him that somehow, even though it should be impossible, I am in love with him.
Will never forget him.
Never want to.
But then he will want my phone number.
Something I cannot give.
How do you deny the one you love anything?
Never mind something so simple.
Tears pour from my eyes and pool along my jaw line.
They do not fall.
Instead, I bear the weight of them as I stumble around the room, trying to be oh so quiet.
I gather my few things, jot a note on the inn`s pad of paper beside the phone, and walk
towards the door.
Hand on handle, I feel the pain.
It`s the same as the day before.
Only worse, so much worse.
But I will be strong.
I will come back.
I have to.
If I know anything in this moment, it is that I am irrevocably tied to this beautiful man.
Forever.
I close my eyes and picture him as I saw him but seconds before.
Tangled in the sheets, sleeping, peaceful.
And I don`t allow myself to think of how this might hurt him.
Or even worse, how it won't.
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Chapter 39
As the door clicks shut behind me, my whole body clenches and spasms to a rhythm of pain
I am sure I am destined to carry with me until the day I can be by his side again.
I wander aimlessly, trying to pick a spot, any spot, to go back.
My body wracks with my sobs and my knees wobble until they give out.
The ground is cold for some reason, so cold.
I don`t care though.
I feel it, and that alone is a miracle, that I can feel anything at all above and beyond the
immeasurable pain that is consuming me.
I rock back and forth, my body trembling, and I picture the school in my head.
I beg for mercy and forgiveness, until I can hear someone's voice calling me.
It sounds so familiar, but the pain that is drumming in my head doesn't allow for actual
recognition.
And then there is just...nothing.
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Chapter 40
I'm back.
In my own time.
My real time.
My time without Edward.
And it hurts.
People are standing around me.
Looking at me
Eyes wide and curious.
It makes me mad.
It makes me want to lash out at them, tell them all to go away, stop staring. What do they
know of my pain?
I know I am being irrational.
Or at least I think I do.
But that doesn't stop how I feel, the insecurity, the painful thrumming of my heart, the
inadequacy.
Something's not right.
I need to speak with the professor.
He warned us of the possibility we may feel out of place and a little disoriented when
travelling.
But not this; nothing like this.
"Bella, are you okay, child? What hurts? I need to get you to the clinic."
I nod.
At least I think I do.
"Jasper, can you help me carry her to the clinic?"
I don't see him. Not yet, but I feel him the second his hands wrap gently around my
shoulders.
I sigh. His touch is comforting. Not right, something is missing, but better than the all-
consuming pain I felt just moments before.
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Chapter 41
I wake to harsh lights and murmured voices.
I wonder if my hearing is damaged, until I realize they are whispering on purpose.
I hear my name.
Of course they are talking about me.
I want to know what they are saying, but if they are whispering, will they tell me?
"What...what's going on?"
My voice is hoarse; it kind of hurts to talk, like my throat is really dry.
"Hey, welcome back. How are you feeling?"
I think about that for a second.
How am I feeling?
A quick evaluation of myself and I am sure I feel fine, aside from a dull ache in my chest.
I wonder why they would ask.
"Did I hit my head?"
They both turn to look at me. I notice one of them is Jasper, and I smile.
He always makes me smile.
"No, of course you didn't. Why would you think that?"
He's looking at me like I've lost my mind, or like I am about to crack at any moment.
I'm confused.
I can't...I can't remember...
...something.
Something I want to. Or, at least I think I want to.
It is there, though.
Pricking at the edge of my memories.
My flawless, perfect memories.
I've forgotten something.
I sit up abruptly, fear coursing through me.
"Is that even possible?"
The professor puts down his papers. He's looking at me all funny now, too.
"Is what possible, child?"
"My memories. I remember everything. Always have. Until...until now. I am forgetting
something. I can feel it, slipping, fading. I...I don't think I want to forget it."
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Chapter 42
I go through test after test.
Machines, making that whirling sound, haunt my dreams at night.
I hear them all the time now, it seems.
Something else haunts my dreams, too.
Something green.
Intense green.
I think the green are eyes, sorrow filled eyes.
I'm not sure though.
What I am sure of is that I want to take away whatever is causing the green to appear so
lost, so sad.
It hurts me, physically, to see them at night.
Hovering in darkness, as if watching me from someplace far away.
The ever present tensing in my chest only magnifies during the dreams.
Sometimes, I wake up crying, other times smiling.
It is weird to be so out of control of my emotions.
Everything since waking up five days ago is weird, if I am being honest.
I don't feel right.
I feel like I am out of place.
Like there is somewhere else that I should be.
Jasper says maybe there is.
He tells me a lot more than the professor or any of the doctors do.
He told me that I travelled.
I think I remember it, vaguely.
But only the start of it.
Sitting on the floor, staring at a picture.
I try to remember more, but then there is a blinding pain behind my eyes.
So I stop.
Not for good.
Just until the pains fades away.
I will never stop.
No matter what they say.
There is something there.
Where I travelled.
That changed me irrevocably.
Whatever that something is, it must be something I would want to remember.
Right?
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Chapter 43
Days go by, and I am better.
At least they think I am.
But really, I'm just planning a way to go back.
Slowly- pieces, snippets, fragments, of whatever was in Washington come back to me.
Most don't make sense.
I remember a forest.
I remember green eyes.
I yearn to return.
I am almost fifteen now.
It has been almost a year since I last travelled.
And where I don't remember much of it in my head.
My heart does.
Something isn't there.
No.
Someone...it is a someone that my mind has evaded from me.
That my body aches for.
I will quench my curiosity.
I will seek the truth.
With Jasper's help, of course.
He can never say no to me.
And Alice is a great persuasion.
A bargaining chip of sorts.
He wants time alone with her.
She wants the same thing with him.
She has roommates.
He has only one.
Me.
If they help me go where I am desperate to go, it also helps them.
Win, win, yes?
I think there is something more to Alice's urging.
She is overly excited that I am going to go back.
More than just a girl wanting some time alone with her boyfriend.
But whatever it is, she isn't sharing.
And I am not pushing.
I am more focused on Jasper and what he will say.
He is reluctant at first.
Wary of what could happen to me, of what has already happened to me.
But I state my case, shed my tears, tremble in pain, and he knows...
We all do, even the professor, I am sure.
I just have to go back.
I leave three days before my birthday.
And return on it.
They are big with celebrations here, at the school.
If I am missing then, they'd wonder.
Until then, I am in the all clear.
Not much going on.
We could claim me ill.
It will work...
Right?
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Chapter 44
Today's the day.
Jasper is pacing the floor in front of me.
Alice is gone to the clinic.
To tell them I am ill.
I am alright.
Ill with nerves, that is.
But they don't have to know that.
I'm hoping this works.
They've been keeping such a close eye on me.
I don't understand why, exactly.
But I think I get it.
Something happened to me that isn't normal.
Something they are worried about.
I used to think they were worried about me.
Now I'm not so sure.
The questions they ask.
The things they say.
The few things I have overheard.
They all lead me to believe something is amiss.
I talked it over with Jasper and Alice.
The only two people I feel I can trust.
They now agree with me, too.
Something just isn't right at this place.
It's not that they are cruel to us or anything.
Cause they are not.
They're just...secretive.
And an unknown man comes up often in conversations that we are not meant to hear.
An old professor.
Someone who left.
Seems he didn't die.
Just up and disappeared.
Or so they speculate.
I guess they have no way of really knowing.
But as usual, I am curious.
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Chapter 45
My classmates have continued to travel.
I am no longer allowed.
Or as the professor puts it, I'm on a time out.
They want to make sure I am well enough to withstand the effects travelling has on my body.
They blame the issues I have been having on something or another.
Not me.
Not where I went.
But a continuum of some sort, a loop in time.
Something I was not to have found.
The professor tells me time and time again.
"No more travelling, Bella. It's just not safe. We're doing this for you."
I nod and act like I am listening, letting it all sink in.
It isn't.
Not one bit.
I'm curious, always have been.
I know I need to go, and I know I can't let them know.
I pray there isn't a way for them to know.
There isn't, right?
Not that Jasper knows of, and he has been here much longer than me.
So I trust that he is right.
And I hold onto faith, faith I have never once put an ounce of merit into, that this decision I
have made is for the best.
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Chapter 46
The doctor comes in.
He eyes me, curiously, warily.
It is like he doesn't trust what we are telling him.
That I am sick.
He takes my temperature; my hands are clammy.
He checks my pulse; it is racing.
"Likely just a common cold. Nothing to worry about. Stay in bed, rest, drink lots of fluids. You
should feel better in no time. Do you want to stay in the infirmary?"
I groan.
Doc smiles.
He knows I've spent more time there in the last year than anyone ever willingly does.
He understands my reluctance and my distaste for the place.
It smells all sterile, and alarms that beep are constantly going off.
It isn't a very peaceful place, that's for sure.
"I can take care of her. I have no classes today. It's my free day, and just in case she needs
an extra day, you can write me a note. Tomorrow, I only have theory. Not missing much, and my
regular school work I can get done here, while she is resting."
Alice, my Ritalin induced saviour.
The doc considers her request, then shrugs his shoulders.
He grabs a pad of paper, scribbles on it, and passes it back to her.
"Make sure you come and get me if she develops a fever, okay?"
Alice nods, smiles brightly, and bounces on her heels.
Doc shakes his head at her, and I can hear him mumble about way too much energy.
He is right, of course.
But she wouldn't be Alice without all the excess spunk, now would she?
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Chapter 47
I'm sitting on the floor, crossed legged, and I'm ready to go.
I'm nervous as all hell.
Apparently, so is Jasper.
This alone makes my skin crawl and my armpits sweat.
Add that to the constant chugging of my heart, and I am almost a basket case.
Jasper is always so calm, collective, and quiet.
He is still quiet. Only humming and hawing as he digs in his chest of drawers.
To see him so unhinged just isn't right.
He suggests I wear a pair of his jeans and a really baggy hoodie.
Says where I am going I will be older, twenty-one.
I know this, duh!
What I wonder is why our professor never mentioned this whole different size of clothing
thing.
I may not remember my travel, but I do remember the instruction, and clothing size was
never mentioned.
Maybe it was a learning thing. Something they wanted us to learn on our own, but it seems
like such a silly thing.
I don't know.
What I do know is that I am much more anxious than nervous.
So, I won't let Jasper's behaviour get to me.
I won't.
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Chapter 48
I have no idea what I will find once I get to Forks.
If I will even find anything.
My memory is to shit.
So, it is a possibility that whatever I think I am looking for could be staring me in the face and
I wouldn't even know.
I pray that is not the case.
But it is a possibility.
One Jasper has made very clear to me. Over and over.
He agrees I need to know what happened there.
But he worries, too.
He doesn't want to see me like he did when I came back a year ago.
Most of it is rather fuzzy to me now, but I can always recall with perfect clarity the dreams.
Those bright orbs of green.
And no matter what the cost, I just know I have to at least try.
I look to Alice, wanting to see her crazed smile before I go.
But she is sitting in a chair, and her eyes are closed and all twitchy and fluttering.
Normally, someone behaving in such a way would be cause for alarm.
But I have seen this before.
She is having a vision, and this is just how it is for visionaries.
When she shakes her head, I wait for her to tell me what she saw, but she just whispers for
me to be safe and that she loves me.
I don't question her. I know that some of her stronger, more vibrant visions wear her out,
drain her of all that excessive energy, and then some.
So, I smile reassuringly and tuck the money Jasper gave me into my pocket as I close my
eyes.
I have studied the picture of Forks that Jasper smuggled out of class.
It's time.
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Chapter 49
"Remember, Bella, two days, no more. I've set your watch with an alarm that will give you
three hours to get back here."
I nod. This I know, too.
And then the world is shifting and jerking, and before I know it, I am on my ass in the middle
of someone's backyard.
Oops.
I scramble to my feet and take in my surroundings.
I take a step forward and wince as my shoes pinch my feet. I never considered my feet
growing. I sigh and bend over to remove the offending shoe, and that is when I realise other
parts of me must have changed, too.
My eyes widen in excitement, but I can't bring myself to look down. Instead, I allow my
hands to slowly pat me down. They start at my head...nothing much seems different there. My
hair might feel a bit longer. My fingers slide down my arm towards my chest, and...
"Holy shit. I have huge tits."
I don't mean to yell that out.
I also don't mean to be standing in some stranger's yard feeling myself up.
But I am, and it feels so fucking good.
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Chapter 50
"Hey you, what are you doing out here?"
I jump.
My face heats up with embarrassment.
How do I tell a stranger I am feeling myself up because I have real boobs for the first time
ever?
I don't, that's how.
I turn and sprint, barefoot, through the immaculately kept lawn.
I jump over a small stone-held pond and see bright orange and black fish jump with me.
I giggle.
Why the hell do I giggle?
I'm being chased for goodness sake.
Or am I?
I never once looked, only ran.
I stop at the edge of the lawn, just as a gravel road meets the green grass, and I look behind
me.
What I see leaves me gasping for air, my heart thundering in my chest.
It couldn't be.
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Chapter 51
I watch as he approaches me.
I know exactly who he is.
What I don't know is how he is?
Here, in this time, this place.
Way after, when I know he was before.
My mind is all over the place as I stand there, dumbstruck, and stare.
He gets closer and closer.
His head is cocked to the side.
He smiles, raising his hands out in front of him.
As if approaching a wild animal.
I don't smile back.
I'm too confused.
I wonder if he recognizes me.
I wonder if he will remember.
If any of it even ever really mattered.
Maybe I played him up in my memory; made him out to be a better person that he actually
was...is.
As he steps in front of me, still talking, even though I am not hearing a damn word he says, I
know the answer to that. His blue eyes are bright and crinkling at the corners, so full of
compassion and concern.
"Do...do you know who I am?" Is all I am able to stutter out as I fight with my very being not
to launch myself at him, full force, and wrap my arms around him tight.
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Chapter 52
"It can't be..."
I watch, my eyes widening, as his hand slowly reaches out towards me.
I don't flinch as his fingers graze across my cheek.
Instead, I smile.
And hum a little at the contact.
His touch, long forgotten, flows through me in warmth and familiarity.
"Isabella?"
Tears flood my eyes.
My bottom lip quivers.
I nod my head and try to smile as his eyes also grow damp.
Seconds later, I am in his arms.
I get my wish.
He is holding me tight, sobbing right along with me.
It feels good, great, wonderful even.
A comfort worth waiting for.
Questions swirl in my mind.
Once again I am wondering how it is possible he is here.
I bet he is wondering the same thing.
He pulls back, holding onto me by the shoulders, and runs his gaze over me.
He shakes his head and smiles, one hand swiping at his tear streaked face...
"I'd ask how it is possible for you to be here, but I think we both know that answer. I always
have. You, however, I am wondering how you figured it out. I think we have a lot to talk about,
dear Isabella. Why don't you come inside? I am sure Esme would be more than happy to see
you."
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Chapter 53
Not once do I let his hand go.
I hold onto it tightly as he leads me into the mansion-sized house, afraid if I let go he might
just disappear on me.
Inside, the place is beautifully decorated. To a magnitude I have never once seen.
I am in awe, and momentarily forget my nervousness at seeing Esme again.
I wonder if Carlisle and Esme were the reason for everything that has happened this last
year.
But as her voice rings out from another room, calling to Carlisle, tears prickle at my eyes,
however the pain radiating throughout me doesn't lessen.
As happy as I am to see them, they are not my reason for being here.
We walk into the kitchen.
She turns.
Her eyes widen.
She flies across the room, a hiccup of a sob escaping her parted lips.
Then she is in my arms, or I am in hers.
Maybe we are just in each others.
Carlisle joins us, his arms encircling us both.
Comfort and familiarity has never felt so good.
Once our eyes are once again dry, Carlisle motions towards the long table. "It seems we
have a lot to discuss."
He's right, and now I am nervous.
I know why I am here, but I can't figure out how he is.
I'd wonder if he is a future Carlisle, a different one, but he knows me, and I know him.
He is exactly who I remember him to be, aside from the small amount of salt and pepper that
sprinkles throughout his blond hair.
I don't wait. I need to know. So, I just put it right out there.
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Chapter 54
"How...how is this possible?"
Once again, Esme breaks down in sobs.
I move to comfort her, but she holds up her hand to stop me.
"Please, excuse my emotional moments. This...well, it is a lot to take in. I...I never thought I'd
see you again, and I'm so happy. Yet, so scared at the same time. Talk with Carlisle. He has all
your answers. I'm just going to go freshen up."
She smiles at me, her eyes shining brightly as she does.
I smile back.
How could I not.
As her footsteps can be heard ascending the stairs, Carlisle speaks.
"You see, Isabella..."
I interrupt him. "Please, call me Bella."
He smiles and nods. "Okay, Bella."
Then he takes a deep breath; his eyes look wary now, like he isn't sure how to answer me.
I won't lie, this puts me on edge, makes me feel like a young child about to walk to school by
their self for the first time.
Anxious.
Worried.
Nervous.
"I'm a traveller, too."
Well, holy shit! I didn't expect that one.
I stare at him, eyes wide, as he stares back at me.
He doesn't say anything more right away, just watches me, watches my reaction; and I once
again feel like I am back in that hospital, being observed, watched, and dissected.
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Chapter 55
I sit and listen- eyes still wide as saucers- as Carlisle tells me about the first time he
discovered his unusual ability.
He was only four.
And his father was hitting him.
How he closed his eyes and wished he was safe in his mother's arms.
His mother who had gone to live with the angels just a month before.
And then, when he opened his eyes again, he was once again in mother's arms, her
humming a sweet lullaby, and his father sitting beside them, looking on with nothing but
adoration in his eyes, no trace of the hardened anger he had been consumed with moments
prior.
My heart clenches at the thought of someone as amazing as Carlisle being treated in such a
way, and I can't control my body as I lurch up and jump at him, wrapping my arms around him
tightly.
Moments later, we pull apart.
Carlisle smiles at me, all fatherly and every bit as compassionately as I remember.
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"Did you know I was one?" I ask softly, curious as to why he would leave me behind if he
knew.
He lowers his head and sighs. "No, I had my suspicions, but you never exhibited any signs
for me to know for sure."
I can't help but ask, and I am unable to keep the slight lace of venom from my voice as I do.
"If you suspected I was a traveller, and you knew firsthand what people could do if they found
out, why did you just leave me there?" I hiccup with emotion as I ask, my eyes downcast and
my fingers threading nervously.
I don't want this pedestal I have him and Esme seated upon to crumble, and I am petrified
he is about to knock himself right off.
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Chapter 56
I feel his hand on my arm, and I look up and meet his glistening eyes. Tears don't fall, but I
can see the dampness there, along with the regret.
"I didn't think your family were an immediate danger to you, and...and as selfish as it
sounds, I had to take care of my own family first. We left because we found out Esme was
pregnant. That was why we had gone back in time to begin with, to before Esme got the
infection and ended up unable to have kids. You see, in my time, Esme was a lost soul. When
she found out about not being able to have children, she just shut down. I had to have round-
the-clock-care for her just to make sure she ate and drank. She was fading away right before
my very eyes, and I just felt so helpless. One night, while watching her sleep, her frail,
undernourished body feebly trying to provide her with the basic necessities of life, and failing, I
had an idea, to go to the past and get my wife pregnant before her infection.
So, that's what I did. I bundled up my wife and tried something I hadn't done since my
mother passed. I went back in time, not forward. Then, when we found out she was indeed
pregnant, we had to come back here quickly so she could carry our child in our own time, and
to live out our lives the way they were meant to be lived."
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Chapter 57
My eyes dart around, looking for any telltale signs of a baby, but I see none.
I furrow my brows in confusion, then immediately think the worst.
"Did...did the baby survive the travel?"
I hold my breath, praying his answer won't be what I think it will be, and only once he nods
and his face lights up, do I let it out.
"Yes, thankfully he did, but he is grown now, Isabella..."
"Please, Carlisle, "I interrupt, "no one calls me Isabella anymore. Just call me Bella. Can I
ask you something?"
"Of course... Bella."
I take a deep breath, not sure these answers were the ones I came here for, but either way I
want them. I'm just wary of what they may be.
"How...how did your baby survive time travel without being affected in Esme's womb? Or
you and Esme, how is it possible that when you came back and aged to your normal age the
baby wasn't affected by that?"
I watch as Carlisle's eyes darken and a pained look flashes in his eyes before he lets out a
long sigh.
"I trust that what I am about to tell you stays within these walls, Bella. Am I right in assuming
that?"
I should be offended; he should know he can trust me, but then I remember it has been
years, and he has no idea what kind of person I have grown up to be, or even my exact reasons
for just showing up in the future, in his town no less. So, I reassure him, pulling his hand in
mine. "Of course, Carlisle. I would never do anything to hurt or betray you or Esme."
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Chapter 58
We spend another hour or so talking. Half of what Carlisle tells me leaves me with even
more questions, but my head is hurting, and I am suddenly very tired. I have no idea what time it
is, but my body is telling me I need some rest, and now.
"You've left me with a lot to think about, Carlisle. I...I never knew the half of that; they never
taught us that stuff. But then again this is only my second time travelling, and I can't remember
the first, which is why I came back here to begin with. I think...I think there is someone here I
have to know, like a figment of a memory, but a memory so strong, so persistent, it just never
truly fades completely. Does that make sense?"
When Carlisle doesn't answer me, but instead just sits there, across from me, his eyes
glazed over and staring directly at me, I continue, thinking he must think me an all out nutbar.
Which, let's be honest, I kind of am.
"Ahhh, never mind, I'm exhausted, and apparently time travel plus lack of sleep makes me a
little nonsensical. I should get going, find a motel, get some rest. I don't have long here; I only
have two days here before I have to go back."
Just as I go to stand up, Carlisle rises, as well, his hand shoots forward and clamps onto my
arm. I look up at him, his eyes look frantic as they dart back and forth between me and the door.
I try to pull back, all of a sudden feeling a little uneasy, but he doesn't let go. His grip tightens
and he seems to be trying to tell me something with his eyes, or maybe all his time travelling
has seriously driven him a little whacky. I've heard that can be a side effect.
"Carlisle, dear, let Isabella go. What is going on in here?"
Esme is ay my side in an instant, gently prying Carlisle's fingers, one by one, from my arm. I
rub at it the second I am free and eye him warily.
He blinks, shakes his head, frowns, then looks at me with an expression that, mixed with his
next words, makes me entire body break out in goosebumps. "We have a guestroom, Bella.
Please, stay here. I am sorry for my actions. I didn't mean to frighten you. Please don't go. I...I
think you may be in serious danger."
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Chapter 59
"Please, Isabella, stay. I don't know exactly what is going on here, but I do know Carlisle
cares greatly about you and would never do anything to willfully harm you. Have a rest, think
through some of the things he has told you, and then, if you still want to go, don't want to hear
anymore, you can."
Reluctantly, I agree to stay.
Carlisle's behaviour has shaken me up, but I don't know where I am, and I am tired.
And honestly, I trust this man with my life, even if he is acting like the world is about to end.
So, with heavy feet and a flood of questions and concerns running around in my head, I
absentmindedly follow Esme.
"Come get me when you wake up, dear," Esme says softly as she pulls me into her,
hugging me tightly before pulling back and looking me over. "You really will grow into such a
beautiful woman, but I have always known this." She smiles then, and turns, closing the door
behind her.
I don't even bother looking around the room I am in. Instead, I just fall backwards onto the
large bed, close my eyes, and let my brain slowly taper down.
I doubt I'll be able to fall asleep with everything that is currently knocking around up there,
but I try nonetheless, allowing the familiar comfort of intense green to lull me into a dream-filled
slumber.
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Chapter 60
A knock at the door pulls me from my sleep.
I groan.
Mumble for whoever it is to go away.
It is probably Alice, looking for Jasper.
Damn pixie never sleeps, I swear.
"Bella, is...is it okay if I come in?"
Well, that sure as shit wasn't Alice, nor Jasper.
I bolt upright, confused for a moment at my surroundings.
But then I remember, and my breathing evens out.
I'm in Forks.
In the future.
And Carlisle is at the door.
Past Carlisle, but future Carlisle.
Then I remember everything he has told me, about his past, his son...
Passing on the gene by travelling while he was in Esme's womb.
And I shake my head hard, just trying to make sense of it all once again.
But I fail, of course.
Everything is too much.
So confusing.
So complicated.
Carlisle had asked me not to share any of this with anyone.
And I won't.
But that just means he is the only one who can clear up all my confusion.
Give me answers.
...And he is still standing outside the door...
...waiting for me to answer him.
I clear my throat, thinking back to his odd behaviour earlier.
I shake the uneasiness off and call out, "Of course. It's unlocked."
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Chapter 61
"Sorry if I woke you," Carlisle starts, shifting from foot to foot with his hand still on the
doorknob.
"Esme didn't want you to sleep through dinner, and I would still like some time to talk to you
before dinner, as well. Is that alright?"
I nod and motion for him to join me on the bed.
He looks slightly uncomfortable for a moment before he sits at the end of the bed.
He says nothing. So, I decide to just put it right out there.
"Why were you acting so ...odd...earlier, Carlisle? What's going on? Why do you think I may
be in danger?"
I watch as his head jerks up, his eyes meeting mine, all wide and glistening.
His Adams apple bobs as he swallows hard. Then he grabs my hand and speaks.
"Bella, seeing you here, in the flesh, with my own eyes, just reminds me all over again why
playing with the past and future isn't safe. I can only...speculate on why you are here, but
please listen to me when I tell you it's best you go back, go back before you change your own
future so irrevocably that you won't even recognize it once you get here."
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Chapter 62
I swallow.
Hard.
I think my head hurts.
Or maybe it doesn't.
Maybe his words just leave me spinning.
"I ...I don't understand," I stutter out as I try to make sense of his words, of the urgency that
those words are dripping with.
I raise my eyes, look directly into his, and pray that he sees how confused, how desperate I
am.
"I know it is confusing, and I am probably not doing the best job at explaining. I've never had
to before. Not like this, anyway."
I nod and wait, watching as Carlisle seems to put his thoughts together before he continues.
"I used to be wild when I was younger, rebellious, especially after everything with my mom. I
didn't know how to go back to the future when I was four. I didn't understand anything except
the fact that my mom was back and my dad and I were happy again. A month later, we went
through it all over again. Going back in time did nothing but cause the cycle of my future to
repeat. Except, the second time, my dad took his own life right after, unable to deal with the loss
of his wife."
Carlisle pauses, wringing his hands in his lap as he stares down at them. I'm about to tell
him how sorry I am, how I can't even begin to imagine that level of pain he must have gone
through, but he continues once again before I can.
"I grew up in foster care, being bumped around from home to home. I spent my entire young
life trying to hide who I was. Until...
...Until I met James."
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Chapter 63
"You see, Bella, over the years I have met others like us, some smarter than others, some
cockier, some stupider. Some able to do things that the average human could never even begin
to accept as real. Some much more powerful than a simple traveller such as you or I.
James saw me for what I was instantly. It was his job, after all, to see the differences, to
search us out. He was a collector. Meaning, he collected rare talents, people with special
abilities, ones he didn't think could possibly be from this world.
Don't get me wrong, he was a great guy, but one of the very few. Most people who know
anything about our kind are far from nice. Marcus was one of them. I met him at a school of sorts
that James worked for. In fact, Marcus had sent James out to try to find someone specifically
like me, not knowing if he ever would, but not giving up hope either. For awhile I was grateful to
Marcus for giving me a place to call home, somewhere where it felt more natural to be whatever
I was. And he taught me, too, about what I was, and how to use my abilities, how to control
them. But then, he started asking odd things of me, sending me to places to do things I couldn't
see point in. But, out of a twisted sense of gratitude, I did them anyway.
But I digress.
My story is not the point right now. The point is that during my stay at this so-called school, I
met others just like me. As I said, some were smarter, some braver, and some just downright
stupid.
One of my closest friends wasn't so bright. A great person, a wonderful friend, but a pawn in
Marcus' game. He didn't think to question or contemplate; he just did as he was told, happy to
be anywhere but at home under the constant supervision and disapproval of his parents.
When Marcus asked him to go into the future and look for someone, a girl he claimed was in
great danger, who needed help, he did it, no questions asked. What Marcus failed to tell him
was that by interfering in the girl's life, he was ultimately altering his own future, preventing
himself from meeting a girl who would later introduce him to the woman who would be his wife,
his soul mate, thus stopping him from ever truly leaving the school, and Aro losing his puppet."
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Chapter 64
As I listen to Carlisle talk about a past that seems like something out of a sci-fi movie,
something slowly clicks in his tale, with the whole thing, really. Just how many schools could
possibly be out there for people who weren't supposed to even exist?
Exactly!
I gasp aloud, causing Carlisle to stop talking and look at me, his eyes full of concern.
"Bella? What's the matter?"
I feel my heart beat speed up, my vision is blurring, my head still spinning, only now, faster...
So fast I feel nauseous.
"School..."
"Mine..."
"My friends..."
I can't manage to get a complete sentence out.
I can barely manage to think anything that makes true sense.
Aside from one single thing that resonates throughout my entire being.
Me.
My friends.
Alice.
Jasper.
All those other kids at the school.
We could all be in danger at Hollingsworth.
Once I am calm again, I look at Carlisle.
Hard.
As if trying to see something I normally wouldn't.
Really, I am just trying to come up with a way to ask him to confirm what I am sure I already
know is the truth.
But how?
How do I ask a man I have always looked up to...
...A man who has been like a second father-figure...
...A man who I just figured out is eerily like me in more ways than even my own biological
father...
...If the school of deceit and betrayal he is referring to is indeed the one I currently reside at?
"Bella?"
My lips move, mouth opening and closing.
I struggle with the words, scared of the answer.
Yet already sure I know it.
But once he confirms it, it just is.
No longer a possibility.
But a truth.
A fact.
And that is scary as hell.
All I am able to push out in a gasping breath is, "Hollingsworth."
But that is all that is needed.
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Chapter 65
Carlisle's eyes widen, the crystal blue tingeing with black, dilating, darkening, fear evident
in them.
"Oh, Bella."
"You need to go back. Now. Find a way to leave that place. Do you hear me?"
I nod, trying to ease his worry, even though I know that the idea of leaving is almost
impossible.
I have nowhere to go.
And I can't leave Jasper and Alice.
They are my family now.
"Please, Bella. Don't over think this, just listen to me, please... Dabbling with time is a fragile
thing, and if Marcus sent you here, I can only fear why. You need to go back. Go. Now."
"I don't know if the professor's name is Marcus. That is probably something I should find out,
though.
I rise to my feet, my legs shaking, my lips trembling.
I understand what he is saying.
His concern.
His fears.
But that knowledge does nothing to quell the rejection that stings throughout me.
Tears pool along the rims of my eyes, shimmering my vision.
I take rapid steps towards the bedroom door, not once looking back.
As I cross the threshold, I feel the need to at least say something. I whisper out, "I'm sorry,"
but I have no way of knowing whether he even hears me. The second the words are out of my
mouth, I am darting down the stairs and out the front door, my feet flying rapidly across the cool
earth, shoes and anything else I may have left behind completely forgotten.
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Chapter 66
I don't know how long I run for.
But when I stop, I am in a meadow.
It seems so familiar, yet it can't be.
Right?
I kneel over, my hands firmly on my knees, holding me up, as I pant and gasp for air.
My chest feels heavy and the muscles in my legs burn, yet a shot of something akin to
electricity shoots through me.
My whole body tingles, and not in a bad way.
It is like a current humming throughout me.
From my toes.
To my girlie bits
To my heart
Which is now thumping wildly, and not from my sprint either.
Something is here.
I can feel it.
My fingers twitch, as if reaching out, wanting, searching.
And my heart yeah, back to my heart, not only is it thumping, but it feels like it is trying to
break free from the confines of my chest.
I spin on my spot.
Desperate.
Aching.
I'm anxious
And nervous
But oddly enough, not scared.
Whatever is out there calls to me.
And the shivers and heart palpitations, along with the humming, zip around, leaving my
body in a state of confliction, numb in some places, heated in others, dampening in
I swing around at the sound of the sexiest voice I have ever heard.
Sexy and... confused?
"I must be seeing things. It can't be."
So, I'm not sure who is actually still reading this. Not many of u stop and say anything to me.
So, yeah, I's gots no clue.
BUT, I still have to ask, if you are reading, notice any of the changes?
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Chapter 67
My eyes widen as I take in the sight before me, behind me, really.
It is a man.
And his voice does not do justice to his looks.
He is tall, lean, but built and solid at the same time.
His hair is wild, dark in some places, light in others.
And his eyes
His eyes shine and glisten and squint as he stares at me, jaw slack and shaking his head.
"Are youno." He shakes his head again, his hands darting up, tugging at his unruly mane.
I want to answer him, but it is like I am frozen.
My mouth flaps, my panties dampen.
Nothing like this has ever happened to me before.
The one thing I do know, though; I have seen those eyes before, and this man, this
gorgeous, flabbergasted creature is exactly what I was meant to come here for.
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Chapter 68
"I...I know you. Don't I?" As I ask him this, I know how stupid it sounds.
I obviously know him.
He obviously knows me.
But still there is nothing.
I draw a blank, and it is killing me.
His eyes go from shocked to confused.
My heart picks up its beat.
"Of course you know me, Bella. What kind of question is that?"
I want to answer him, to give him something.
But what, if anything, can I?
Carlisle's anxious voice rings out in my mind, and I momentarily remember where and what
I was doing.
"Don't."
I shake my head, look up at him.
Don't what?
"I can see it in your eyes. You're panicking. Don't."
How on earth did he know that?
How could he?
Unless...
He must know me better than as just an acquaintance.
He must.
But what is he?
I watch him as he watches me.
His tongue peeks out and slides across his bottom lip as his top teeth overhang the same
lip.
And I am suddenly consumed with a burning feeling.
Between my legs.
And, holy shit, I squirm a bit.
My legs clench together.
My thighs ache.
Other parts of me ache, too.
Especially my girlie bits.
What the hell is this man doing to me?
These feelings are new.
In my time, I am only fifteen.
But here, here I would be about twenty-one.
His eyes darken as they flick down to my now rubbing thighs.
My breathing has picked up.
I'm almost panting aloud.
I should be embarrassed.
But under his intense gaze I am anything but.
He takes a step forward, his eyes now on my lips.
I think he is going to kiss me.
I pray that he is.
I beg for it in my mind.
With my eyes.
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Chapter 69
Then, we he reaches me and ducks his head, his mouth just inches from mine, I stop him.
In a breathy voice, that sounds almost like a wisp of a whisper, I ask the simplest of things.
Or so I think.
"Tell me your name first."
He pulls back.
His eyes are wide again.
He's thinking hard.
Gauging my question.
And I am once again reminded he probably thinks I am off my rocker.
But I need to know.
I want to say it.
To moan it.
To whimper it into his neck as he touches me and kisses and...
I just want everything.
But I need his name first.
I fumble with words, wanting to give him some reasoning.
When I find even a few, they are choppy and offer next to nothing.
But it is all I have to give to him.
"I...I know I know you, but...I ...I have a memory problem."
His eyes are on mine.
I know he is looking for the truth.
He must be satisfied with what he finds.
His mouth is on mine, pushing, nibbling, pressing.
His lips are so warm, soft, demanding.
The earlier burning has now intensified.
Flashes of us together.
In a hotel room.
Touching.
Kissing.
And I know.
"Edward," I sigh.
And I know I am right.
It feels perfect on my tongue.
He is Edward.
I beg and whimper as he moves his lips from my mouth, trailing hot kisses towards my neck.
I have no idea what I am begging for.
And yet even in this lust induced state, I know I will give him anything he asks for.
And yes, I realize the magnitude of that thought.
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Chapter 70
"Bella." Edward blows my name out in response.
I can feel him smiling against my neck, although his tongue never stops lapping and
twirling.
I reach down, palm my girlie bits.
I don't even realize I am doing it until Edward pulls back and groans.
He is watching me.
This time I am embarrassed.
Even the wild look in his eyes can't stop the flame of heat that washes over me at being
caught touching myself.
While he was touching me.
I don't have a chance to react, though.
Not really.
Edward makes me dumbstruck.
Desperate.
"Fuck, Bella. Let me help you with that."
I'm nodding, my hand is still moving, pressing the seam of my pants against my swollen clit.
It feels so bloody good.
His hand joins mine, and I am lost.
My head whips back.
My jaw drops open, hands slack, while I gasp for air.
"Does that feel good, Bella?"
My only response is a garbled grunt of some sort.
It must be enough.
He continues moving his hand, his fingers.
And he is so much better at this than I.
His touch so much more.
But then he stops.
And I am pretty sure I whimper in disappointment.
"Don't worry, baby girl. I'm going to make you feel so good."
His promise, in that deep, sexy voice, fuels me.
Leaves me with a desperate desire to know what exactly he is promising.
And I leave u with that for the night. I'm off to smoke and get in a few turns of Words
with Friends and Scramble...lol
xx
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Chapter 71
Deftly, he undoes my pants.
I barely notice him doing it.
He is that good, that quick.
He lowers me to the prickly grass and then presses his mouth back to mine.
His kisses feel different now, with him on top of me.
Hovering over me, he slides his hand into my pants, beneath my panties, hooking his
fingers in them to tug them down.
"Is this okay."
I can't help myself.
I am already craving his touch.
There.
On my girlie bits.
"Oh, fuck, yes."
I sound silly.
Nothing like me.
I don't give a shit.
Not now.
"Holy hell!"
I arch up, into his touch.
I can feel it now.
How wet I am, down there.
I can hear it, too.
Every time his fingers drag painfully slow downwards.
I want it so bad.
Him.
All of him.
Anything he will give me.
"Please."
I'm begging now.
Beyond caring how much of a hussy I am coming off as.
Edward doesn't seem to mind, though.
He presses a finger, maybe two, into me slowly; he's so gentle.
Until they are inside of me.
It stretches, sort of.
Burns a little.
But the burn is okay, because it feels really fucking good, too.
"Yes, Edward, please. More."
At my cry, his fingers move in and out.
My whole body moves with them.
When he pulls out a bit, I pull back a bit.
When he pushes in, I thrust upwards, into his hand.
Deeper.
I can feel his fingers moving within me.
Twisting and...
Stars burst out and cover my vision.
I feel so hot.
So hot.
My clit is throbbing, and it feels so good, so intense.
I'm spewing garbled words, then Edward's name, then more nonsensical words.
My feet are planted in the earth, pushing me from the ground.
I'm pretty sure I am coming, but damn, I never knew it could be like this.
I had tried.
Once.
On my own.
I found it rather boring, and my wrist hurt after awhile from trying to bend at that angle.
But this...
Happy Valentine's Day!
I hope u r all loved and cherished on this nauseatingly sweet holiday.
There, that was sentimental, right?
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Sorry for the wait.
Chapter 72
My breathing slowly calms, and I can see something other than the speckled star-like things.
I smile, hum in pleasure.
Edward is looking up at me, from down there.
He is like right in front of my bare girlie bits.
Like.
Right the fuck there.
Isn't that gross to him?
I cringe and pray it doesn't smell.
I can't imagine it would smell good.
"Fuck, Bella. That was so hot. Can I taste you? Fuck, please."
Apparently begging is just something that comes with sexy times.
It isn't just my hussy ass.
Edward wants a taste.
Of what?
He has kissed me plenty.
My mouth.
My skin.
Like everywhere.
He didn't ask then.
Why now?
His fingers are grazing softly over the sensitive flesh of my lips, down there.
And fuck it, who cares where he wants to taste or why he is asking now of all times.
He can taste whatever he wants.
"Okay," I try to say, but it comes out more of a moan as his finger dips back inside of me and
I feel that crazy heat start to build back up inside of me.
His tongue laps, and I am lost.
The feeling so foreign, yet absolutely welcome.
I arch away from the mossy grass.
I moan wantonly.
Yeah, I said wanton.
I like to use new words.
And really? When will I ever have the chance to use that word again?
I shake my head.
Look down at him
Between my legs.
Lapping.
Licking.
His eyes meet mine.
He smirks, but never falters in his actions.
His teeth nip.
I almost yelp, but he is already back to flicking his tongue.
The pain and the once again mounting warmth meld together.
I can't distinguish the difference.
I don't really want to.
Together, the feeling is more.
So much more intense.
So much more everything.
I let out a sound.
Something akin to that of a dying cat, I am sure.
And my whole body convulses to his ministrations.
Hips gyrating.
Legs shaking.
I can feel my pussy clamping, pulsating inside of me.
Fuck!
If I died today, I would die a happy woman.
Woman.
Oh fuck!
A woman I am not.
Not really.
Not for real.
Not yet.
As Edward pulls away, I am still gasping for air.
But now for an entirely different reason.
I want nothing more than to stay here with him.
But I can't.
Inside I know this.
It makes sense.
I have a life back in my time.
I have friends to protect.
Secrets to reveal.
And a future to look forward to.
I can't stay.
Yet as Edward slides up my body and places his warm, damp, musky smelling lips against
mine, I wish for nothing more than the strength to say goodbye.
xx
74. Chapter 73
Thank you everyone who sent me birthday wishes, cyber hugs, support, cards,
pictures, and gifts for my birthday. I was/ am so very overwhelmed and left speechless by
the kindness and love you have all shown me.
I adore each and every one of you.
Smooches and huggs.
Chapter 73
"Bella?" my name falls from his lips so softly.
It sounds like my name is a prayer.
Maybe it is.
Maybe he can sense me pulling away.
Maybe he can feel that my heart is cracking, splintering, desperately reaching for his.
Maybe, but either way, it does not matter.
I bite my tongue in a vain attempt to control my emotions.
It hurts.
I can taste blood.
But all I can see is the rejection, the hurt in his eyes as I slowly push upwards on his chest.
"Bella?" Again he says my name.
This time not so reverently.
There is confusion laced in that one word.
My name.
I feel like he is the only person who has ever really known me.
Yet he truly knows nothing.
And I can't tell him a thing either.
We are at an impasse here.
I can see what he wants.
It is clear as day in his pleading eyes.
I can't give it to him.
I just can't.
I have to make him understand.
I glance at my watch.
Continue to slide out from under his delicious weight.
His heat missed the moment my body breaks free of his.
I blindly tug my clothes back on.
I can't hold back the tears any longer.
He takes a step towards me, his hands outreached, shaking.
I take a step back, shaking my head no, unable to look him in the eyes.
"I...I don't understand, Bella. Please..."
"Just stop, Edward," I interrupt him.
I know I can't bear to hear him plead.
He deserves so much better than anything I can offer.
I want him all to myself.
I never want another to touch him.
He is mine.
Jealousy flares up in me.
Yet another new emotion to ponder.
But later on.
When I have more time.
Not now.
Now, I have to break my own heart.
And possibly Edward's at the same time.
xx
75. Chapter 74
Thank you everyone who sent me birthday wishes, cyber hugs, support, cards,
pictures, and gifts for my birthday. I was/ am so very overwhelmed and left speechless by
the kindness and love you have all shown me.
I adore each and every one of you.
Smooches and huggs.
Chapter 74
I stare at him for a long time.
Probably too long.
I don't want to give him hope.
I want to kiss him silly.
I'm so confused, but still it's clear.
I know what I have to do.
But want I have to do and what I want are two wholly different things.
I gulp back a painful lump and finally look at him.
I don't try to stop the tears from streaming down my burning cheeks.
I want him to see my pain as I cause him his.
I want him to know this isn't easy, not my first choice, but my only choice.
I step forward, towards him.
One step.
Two.
Three.
I am but inches away from him now.
I lean into him, unable to stop myself.
I just need to feel him one last time.
Selfish on my part, I know.
But occasionally I am known to be selfish it seems.
He moves to wrap me in his arms.
I tense.
"Please don't."
It is but a cracked whisper on my breath, but he seems to hear me.
His hands pull back.
I feel him sigh heavily.
His whole chest compressing with the action.
One step back.
I look up once again.
My fingers twitch.
Wanting, needing him, his touch.
I pull them back.
Clamp them into fists.
"I...I have to go, Edward. I...I never should have been here, with you, or here at all, really."
Edward's eyes slant.
His nostrils flare.
I can see a fire in his eyes, growing, intense, fierce.
I expect him to lash out.
The heart and mind clashing and using the tongue to protect itself.
Instead, he says words that are my undoing.
xx
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...Because I'm not always a cruel mistress.
Chapter 75
"I think I'm in love with you. No, somehow, I know I am."
I gasp, my eyes dart around wildly.
I feel like a caged animal.
He makes me feel things, too.
Similar things.
The same thing.
Shit!
I can't.
I want him so bad.
Crack.
Crackle.
Burn.
I grasp at my chest.
It feels like something is tearing its way out of a deep chasm within me.
"I ...I love you, too," I sob as I go to turn away.
I can't look at him, not right now, not like this.
"But, I just can't right now, Edward. I promise I'll come back for you, when I can. I don't
expect you to wait. But I can hope."
Not two steps are taken before I feel his hand on my shoulder.
He spins me around.
My knees almost give way as I stare at the blazing determination in his bright green eyes.
"Always, Bella. I'll always wait for you. Promise me you'll come back, to me, to here. Our
spot. I'll come here every night. And one night you'll be here. Promise me."
All I can do is nod.
I do promise.
I will come.
I'm just not sure when.
His lips crash into mine, rough, desperate, nothing like our other kisses, yet so much more.
When I feel my resolve wavering, I pull back.
I look at him one last time, whispering, "I love you," before I choke on a sob and dart into the
dense trees surrounding the meadow, that all too familiar pain once again rising from within me.
xx
77. Chapter 76
Sorry.
Miss you all. So much!
Chapter 76
They told me all the rules.
Warned me of the consequences.
I listened.
What?
I did.
I have just never been very good at following rules.
I was anxious, desperate.
I just wanted to see.
I never once planned on doing anything more.
But I did. Oh, did I ever.
Now, I am scared.
Even if it felt so right, I knew what the possibilities were.
What could happen if I dabbled with time.
But he had been so much more than they told me.
His piercing green eyes.
His plump lips that just begged to be nibbled on.
And those hands. God, those hands were masterful.
I quiver just remembering it all.
Soft moans.
Whispered promises.
Goosebumps prickle my flesh. The wind whips around me.
A single tear slips down my face as I stare off into the empty meadow.
The meadow where I am supposed to meet him.
Someday in the future.
But not for quite some time yet.
I still have so long to wait.
In my time, I'm only fifteen.
In his, he is already a man.
Such a man.
Sigh.
I have a long way to go before our times collide.
If I haven't messed the whole thing up, that is.
I pray I haven't.
I cry for him.
For us.
For what I may have lost out of curiosity.
Out of stupidity.
We've made it. We're back at the prologue.
xx
78. Chapter 77
Finally moving forward...
Chapter 77
Time moves painfully slow when the future you want is so very far away.
When pain is the only thing keeping you grounded.
I find myself constantly on alert, always thinking about Carlisle's warning.
When I am not thinking of that, I am thinking of Edward.
I remembered him this time.
I remember it all.
Everything seems fine here.
Nothing to suggest the school is anything but what it is.
A refuge and support for the exceptionally minded.
I still don't know who Marcus or Aro are, or if they are even here.
But I trust Carlisle.
So I watch.
And mostly keep to myself.
Alice and Jasper are constantly badgering me about what happened in Forks.
I only tell them bits and pieces.
I don't want them to worry, but it is obvious that isn't working.
Jasper feels my pain, my longing.
He mourns my loss with me without even knowing what he is mourning.
Not really.
Sometimes I swear he's an empath, not a traveller.
Maybe he's both, and he doesn't even know it?
Or maybe we are just that connected.
Alice is constantly looking.
She thinks she's sneaky, but really she isn't.
Sometimes, I hope she sees something.
Moments later, I fear what she may see.
I can't fathom a future without him.
But I can't really see how we could ever work either.
How would I ever tell him about what I am?
How could I ever tell him that while we bonded, while we fell in love, I was only a teenage
girl posing as a grown woman?
Are you still there? All the lovely reviews I have gotten during my temp hiatus have
meant so much to me. They are what reminded me I have to keep going. You gals are the
bestest.
xx
79. Chapter 78
I'm blown away by how many of you are still here. Thanks for sticking with me. I try to
respond to as many reviews as I can. Unfortunately, that isn't all of them. I do read them
all, though, and smile at everyone, even the smiley faces :-)
xx
Chapter 78
I'm going home.
I don't know how to feel about this.
My sixteenth birthday is next week.
My dad wants me home before it.
I have yet to speak with him.
But he did send me a letter.
I've read it time and time again, trying to understand, trying to feel...anything.
I'm excited to see Emmett, but aside from that...nothing.
My mother has passed away.
Apparently, she had cancer.
It was swift and didn't take long.
She passed while sleeping, all drugged up.
I try to remember how old Emmett would be now?
It pains me that I'm not one hundred percent sure.
But I think he is ten by now.
Alice is pissed that I am leaving.
She says she is coming, too.
I don't doubt her either.
She did manage to come here voluntarily.
I imagine it will be just as easy to go back.
I am taking Jasper with me, though.
I haven't told anyone besides Alice.
Dad will just have to accept him if he wants me.
It's the least he can do after sending me away.
Jasper is eighteen now.
The school can no longer keep him here if he doesn't want to be.
Saturday, we leave together.
I'm going to Chicago for the second annual TwiFic Meet up. Are you? If so, lemme
know- and ur real name so I can hunt you down and squeeze you a lil :-P
xx
80. Chapter 79
I'm blown away by how many of you are still here. Thanks for sticking with me. I try to
respond to as many reviews as I can. Unfortunately, that isn't all of them. I do read them
all, though, and smile at everyone, even the smiley faces :-)
xx
Chapter 79
"I'll see you in a few days, okay?" Alice whispers, hugging me tightly to her small body.
I sniffle.
I don't know why I am so upset.
It is Wednesday.
We leave on Saturday.
It's only a couple of days, yet I feel like I am saying goodbye for good.
"Take care of my Jazz for me, k?"
She giggles. I roll my eyes.
"Of course. A few days. Love you, Allie."
That leaves me with two whole days of nothingness.
My classes have been cancelled.
It seems every adult at the school is angry with me now.
They don't want us to leave.
They obviously know about Alice and I.
Our parents signed off for us to come home.
They still don't know about Jasper, though.
But I see them, always watching, always whispering.
Something's up, and Carlisle's warning echoes loudly in my mind.
Will they just let us leave?
Just like that?
I overheard a conversation between a couple of teachers.
I didn't catch it all, but what I did made me worry.
Apparently, we are the strongest they have.
They fear us being away, no longer under their control.
One teacher, a petite woman, brushed it off, stating we are no harm to anyone, and that they
have helped guide us as best they could with the time they were allotted.
The burly man with the deep angry voice and long shaggy hair didn't agree.
xx
81. Chapter 80
I'm still here. I promise I won't give up until all my fics are marked 'complete.
Mwah~~~
xx
Chapter 80
It's Friday.
I'm packing up the few personal items I have when the petite teacher I saw earlier this week
knocks on my door.
"Bella, the headmaster would like to see you. Do you have some time?"
I want to roll my eyes.
Of course I do.
I'm not allowed in any of my classes anymore.
I'm just biding my time, waiting, and bored out of my face.
I nod and try to smile.
I'm sure I just look constipated though.
My nerves spike.
I don't know why.
I've never met the head master before.
That's probably it.
This small lady doesn't intimidate me.
It helps that she is the one I overheard defending us.
We walk in silence across the quad.
When we reach the main office, she motions for me to sit down.
"I'll let him know you're here."
I mumble, "Thanks," as she walks away.
Minutes later, the door swings open.
A tall lanky man with slicked-back, long, dark hair smiles down at me.
I swear his eyes seem to glow.
I repress a shudder that begs to be freed and take a deep breath as he extends his hand to
me.
I exhale, take his hand, and immediately want to pull it back.
I don't.
But I really want to.
He encloses my hands with both of his.
They're cold.
Real cold.
And his eyelids start to flutter as he stares intently at me.
I wonder if he has a special ability.
Or if he's just seriously strange.
He frowns.
Shakes his head.
Mumbles for a moment.
Before his smile is back in place.
Fake as fake can be.
"Miss Swan. It's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. My name is Aro Volturi.
Please, won't you come in and chat a moment with me?"
Dun, dun , dun...
xx

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