Fanfiction: Invisibility Chapter 4

-Insanity's Partner

Rated T

Bella:

I lay in my bed staring at the cracks on the ceiling, thinking. I need to get my music back. I checked the clock; it was too late to go to the school, and even then, he's probably already taken it, no doubt.

I groaned. If he finds out that I'm Bella…. I groaned again. Things would only be that much harder. I'd have to leave my family. I didn't doubt that they'd still support me if I left, but they wouldn't think too happily of me leaving.

And where would I go?

I tried to push the thoughts out of my head. Maybe I could find their house and…

No way. I'm not going anywhere NEAR his house. If someone caught me… I shuddered.

So what then? I'll just have to demand it back from him in first period, then.

Yeah, that's what I'll do. And everything will be fine.

Edward:

I tried not to look at the piece of paper that crumpled into a ball of the desk in my room. But I failed. And it was taunting me.

"Play me, Edward. Play me." It sneered.

How could such a small piece of paper cause me so much pain? I'd taken to destroying anything that reminded me of Bella. But there was one thing I couldn't destroy, and that was hidden in my closet. It was all of the sheet music I'd written of Bella. There were so many… After the first year, I couldn't stop writing, But once I realized that I could never have her back, never hold her in my arms again, the music turned bitter, and acidic. I just couldn't take it anymore.

And then this girl shows up, with a lullaby about me.

No, it couldn't be Bella. There was no way Bella was a vampire. I'd left her alone, safe, to prevent her becoming a vampire. If she became a vampire after all of that…

I could feel my nails digging into the palm of my hand, and I realized I was clenching my fists.

There was no way it was Bella. It couldn't be. Bella wouldn't be a gothic, even if she was… one of us. What reason would she have to be one?

I thought about that for a moment.

To hide? But what would she be hiding from? Us? Why would she hide from us?

I tried to stop my train of thought before I began to believe that the girl was Bella.

It couldn't be Bella.

But then how did she get that music? How she couldn't have written it herself, I don't even know her! It distinctly sounded like when I'd been with Bella, which I couldn't imagine anyone else really knowing about that. Other than my family, who even then, did not know the full extent of my love for her.

So then, maybe she stole it from Bella. But why would she? What purpose would there be in stealing a piece of music?

Or maybe she didn't even steal it. Maybe she'd borrowed it, or Bella gave it to her.

My heart leaped, before I had to beat it back. I can't let myself hope, not now. Not after all those years of torture. It would surely kill me if this came to nothing. But I continued thinking.

What if she was friends with Bella? But then why the acidity for earlier in the day? What reason was there to show so much hate, even when she doesn't know us? Could it be that that was how Bella felt, and that friends tend to share the same feeling?

So then Bella hates me. It felt like someone had just kicked me in the stomach.

I took the piece of paper and shoved it in my pocket.

This girl would want it back eventually. And if she wants it back, she's going to have to answer my questions.

I grabbed my bag and my keys, and went to the new Volvo Esme and Carlisle got me when I refused to get myself a new car.

Bella:

I pulled up in the school parking lot, fumbling with my hair, scowling at the fact that it wouldn't poof today. It just lay flat against my head.

"Need some help?" asked Jalin.

"Umm… Yeah. Thanks." I said quietly, suspiciously. If this is another prank… I read her mind. It seemed innocent enough.

She reached into her bag and pulled out a small jar of her homemade hair gel… Which confused me. She didn't usually like to share her hair gel. There was one thing she obsessed over, and that was her hair. Human products could be dangerous for vampire hair because once you cut it, it can't grow back. (Well, in the usual case at least. Not for me and Dani, but that's a different story.) Like-wise, if your ends split, or your hair get's damaged, it's stuck like that… forever.

So Jalin makes her own hair products. And her hair gel was so perfect… It's totally unbelievable. If she marketed it, she'd make billions. Only, it's not like she doesn't already have the money, so she doesn't care.

She took a glob and started rubbing it in my hair, helping me spike it.

"Thanks." I said once she was done.

"No prob. I can see you're trying to impress him; just thought I'd give you a hand." She smirked.

"Impress? Impress who?" I said, shocked.

"The copper-head. Who else? And he's definitely noticed you." She said, nodding in acknowledgement that he was standing at the entrance to the school, no doubt waiting for me.

"I'm not trying to impress him." I said, pursing my lips.

"Yes, you are. I can tell." She said, still smirking.

"Whatever. I have to go." I said, opening the car and locking it after Jalin got out.

I shoved the keys in the pocket of my jacket. Finally, he seemed to have spotted me. I cringed. Okay, just get my music, and then you can ditch for the rest of the day. I reminded myself sternly.

I walked up to him and stood my ground. He had a look of fury on his face. Why should he be angry? He has no reason to be angry. If anyone had a right to be angry, it would be me. That made me angrier.

He pulled the crumbled ball out of his pocket, and I wanted to kick him. How dare he crumple up MY music! I reached up to snatch it, but he was too fast for me.

"Give it to me!" I hissed.

"No. Not until you answer my questions." He replied, his voice every bit as acerbic as mine. I sighed in aggravation and just passed by him. The bell rang.

I made my way to French class, dreading it. Could I answer his questions? He doesn't seem to think that I'm Bella… He would have said something…

He entered the room, and stared at me for a long moment before finally making his way across, and sitting down next to me. Then he opened his mouth.

"Fine." I said icily. "Ask me your questions."

That stunned him for a minute, and as he thought of his first question. "Why do you hunt humans?" he said quietly, so as not to alert anyone else as to the topic of our conversation.

"I don't. Next." Knowing the answer wouldn't fly without some more questions.

"Liar." He shot back.

"I don't know why I have red eyes. I just do." I said, annoyed. He looked like he clearly didn't believe me, and had more questions to ask.

"What's your name?" he finally settled on. I breathed a sigh of relief. So far the questions were easy. I hoped they'd stay that way.

"Callen CullLaMort. Next."

He seemed to file that away for future research, and I cringed internally, but I knew it would happen eventually. I was glad I'd changed my name enough times that if he tried to trace name change, to name change, he'd likely never come across Bella Swan.

"And how do you know my family?" he asked. Hmm…he was asking questions he already knew the answers to.

"Bella Swan. Next."

"And how do you know Bella Swan?" he asked, as if that was what he was asking all along.

I paused for a minute. I couldn't say I was a friend. I did not like the old me.

"We used to be friends." I said quietly. There, that was close enough to the truth. Despite my many powers, lying was not something that came naturally.

"Used to be friends?" he asked, suspicious.

"Yes, used to be friends. I'm not her friend anymore." I replied, icily.

"So she's still alive?" he asked, still suspicious.

"Yes, I answered that yesterday." Didn't I? That seemed to open the flood gate.

"What happened? Why are you no longer her friend? How did you get this music? When did she write it? Why did she write it? Where is she? Is she okay-?"

"One at a time." I said slowly. He glared at me for a moment.

"Okay then, what happened? Why aren't you her friend anymore?" he asked. I thought for a minute.

"I don't know. People change. People grow up and move on. It isn't easy to stay the same forever." I said, hoping he might accept that as an answer. It was still close enough to the truth. If he pressed on the subject, I wouldn't be able to explain. Thankfully, he moved on.

"How did you get this music?" he asked me. I thought for a minute. There was really no way that I could answer that wouldn't be a lie, or un-vague enough to not press further.

"That officially falls under 'none of your business'." I hissed.

He glared at me for a moment. Then he undid it at began reading it. Then he held it in a fashion that clearly showed he was prepared to rip it in half. I could feel a growl building in the back of my throat.

"Tell me, or I'll rip it to shreds!" I felt as though I'd been kicked in the stomach.

"Fine, she wrote it." I said, and reached to grab it again, he pulled it away.

"Yes, but why do you have it?" he asked, tearing it ever so slightly. The growl became more pronounced.

"Because it's mine now!" I said, taking another grab at it.

"Yes, but why is it yours now? Did she give it to you, or did you steal it?" he said, tearing it more.

"QUIT TEARING IT!" I finally yelled, and managed to grab it, but he held on too tightly, and it ripped all the way down the center. I tried to grab the other half, but he held on to that too, and it ripped just as much.

I stared at the broken frayed pieces I held in my hands. Seven years of work. I knew that I'd played the piece often enough that I might be able to play from memory, but that paper was seven years of my life. Even before that, It'd been playing in my mind for well over twenty. How could he be so heartless?

"You know what? Fine. Take it. Take my fucking music. I don't care." I balled them up and threw them on the floor at his feet.

I thought I might feel tears welling up in my eyes, (Another one of those things that you might not understand now, but will eventually.) so I raised my hand and asked in fluid French if I could be excused to go to the clinic. Mme. Cake agreed, and I didn't wait for the pass, I rose fluidly and sped from the room, not caring if I was going to class.

The second the door closed behind me, I took off running, not caring who saw. By the time I made it to the parking lot, I had angry tears flowing down my cheeks. And by the time I made it to the car, he was scanning the lot for my Porsche, then running to me.

I slammed the door shut a little too hard on my Porsche, denting the handle a little, but ignored it as he had just crossed half the lot in a second, and I was in no mood to see him ever again. I jammed the key into the ignition and turned it, desperate to just get home. I floored it, rubber screeching loudly on the asphalt, no doubt snapping the heads of all the students in the building bordering the parking lot to my attention. I flew out of the lot just as he made it to the door of my car.

It wasn't until I was halfway home that I stared sobbing.

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