Fanfiction: Invisibility Chapter 12

-Insanity's Partner

Rated T

I sat there, still and unmoving for several days before someone finally knocked softly at my door and swept into the room.

It was Aro.

I still didn't move. I laid facing away from him, wanting so badly to just die. Right then and there.

He stood there for a moment. Probably waiting for him to acknowledge him, but after he realized I wouldn't, he stared by saying my name. My old name.

"Bella," he said, and I twisted around, staring at him in shock. How would he possibly know who I was? "Bella, I know exactly what you want. You wish to cease walking this earth, to rest numbly for the rest of eternity." I nodded numbly, and he continued. "But… But, I cannot give that to you. You have so much potential. If you joined us, rather than left us -us being this world- then you could benefit the world, instead of disappearing from it." He paused for a moment. "We refuse to kill you, Bella. But we would be pleased if you would join us, as you had asked."

I rolled over on my side, away from him. "Whatever." I said, numbly.

I sat like that for a few more hours. Or days...I wasn't sure which; contemplating what to do with myself for the rest of eternity.

Every so often, Aro or someone would enter to tell me something.

The first time was to tell me that Jalin had left. That hurt the most. The second time was to tell me that 'dinner was served'…so to speak.

The third time, I was entirely ready to dead-bolt my room shut, but Marcus managed to convince me to let him enter.

"Bella, let's talk about your gifts." He said, calmly. I lay back down and turned away from him again.

"Whatever." I mumbled.

"Bella, even though I can't read your thoughts, I can easily read your past on your face." I didn't move. "You didn't ever get what you wanted, did you?" I shook my head, trying to keep myself still and composed. "You were always looking out for everyone else, even when there was no reason or thanks involved. I can imagine the circumstances were always against you, as well…"

He was silent for a minute, thinking, before continuing.

"And now, these powers come to you…" he said, like he was realizing something. "When you needed them most; to make the most of the situation, correct?"

I froze. I'd never thought of it that way. But now that he says it, it makes sense. I only had a power when I needed it for the moment. Then when I usually forgot about them, until I realized they were gone.

Huh. So then, what is my power, if it all has to do with one thing?

As if reading my mind, he seemed to say something else that makes sense. "Manipulation," And I thought about that. But manipulation of what? "Manipulation is a funny word." He continued. "In this particular case, it means that you can manipulate your environment to make life easier for you." He stopped for a minute. "I'll leave you to think about that." He said, leaving in a hurry. Turning around to go tend to something I was oblivious to. I was too numb to care.

If that's my power, then why am I still so miserable? Why can't I let myself die? Why can't I disappear completely?

I decided that I no longer wished to remain conscious, and I shut my eyes, and tried my best to shut down my mind into the thoughtless oblivion I craved.

Just as the world began to fade away, into the dark, black nothingness, Edward's voice rang through my ears again. "And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…"

I cried out in agony, as the light flashed glaringly into my face, making me throw my hands over my eyes to shield myself from the blinding radiance. It was too much, far too much.

I tried again, whimpering, to shut down my mind, to become unconscious. But it was hopeless now that I had the venomous tears streaming down my face with his voice still echoing in my ears.

Finally, after a few hours, I managed to calm down, and slip away.

---

It felt like seconds before Aro shook me awake.

"Amazing," he muttered as my eyes fluttered open. "Simply amazing…"

"Bella, I wish to speak with you." He spoke, in a rush.

"Then speak." I said, calmly, mellowed out a little with however long it was I'd managed to sleep.

He frowned slightly, but didn't argue. He was, however, hesitant to tell me what he planned on telling me. "Bella, dear one, we have…visitors approaching." He said slowly. Cautiously,

"And, who are these visitors?" I asked, carefully, already knowing the answer.

"Isabella," he said, firmly. "We ask that you not do anything drastic when they see you." That sent me over the edge.

"Aro! Please, no! Please don't tell them I'm here!" I begged with pleading eyes. "I left to escape him! If he sees me here, he won't rest until he pries from me my secret! I'll have to turn to werewolves to finish me off!"

He frowned, and pursed his lips, but he didn't argue the point further. "Fine," he said, calmly. "We'll keep your identity hidden…but we won't be happy about it."

Just then I heard a crash from downstairs, and a loud ripping snarl.

"Where is she?"

Edward:

I could feel Alice trying to restrain me as I burst through the large, thick wooden doors. I want my Bella!

"Where is she!" I roared.

Aro was before me in an instant. "Edward, calm down. We'll discuss this calmly, or we won't discuss this at all." I tried to jump at him, but Alice seemed to be stronger than I ever thought possible. I tried to shake her off to no avail.

"Edward, calm down!" she hissed. "I'm sure Bella is safe, don't worry about it."

I calmed down a little at Alice's words, and when she saw it reasonable to release me, she did.

Aro reached out his hand for me to touch his, but I ignored it. "Where is she?" I demanded. I want my Bella!

"Edward…" he said, like he was undecided toward something, or like he didn't want to tell me something.

"Where is she?" I asked, for what seemed like the millionth time. How many times do I have to ask one question to get one answer? What's wrong? Why is he making that face? Why is he blocking his thoughts?

"Edward…" he said again, this time with regret.

"Where. Is. She." I said slowly, enunciating every word, filling each with threatening anger.

"I'm sorry, Edward…" he said, and I felt a snarl building up in my throat.

"No." I said shaking my head in disbelief at what I knew was coming.

"She's dead." He said, his voice shaking with regret.

"What did you do to her?" I asked, taking a shaky, threatening step forward.

"Nothing." He said, taking a shaky step back.

"I'll ask once more," I said, taking another obvious step, as I noticed Jane had flicked her eyes over to mine, silently daring me to step closer. "What, did you do to her?"

"I'm sorry, Edward." He said quickly. "She died in a car accident leaving the city."

I didn't believe him. "Liar!" I barked, taking another step forward. Jane tried to train her eyes on me, but Aro waved her off. I tried to read his mind, to lift the truth from it, but all I could hear was 'I'm sorry Edward, she's dead. Please grasp that.'

"No," I whimpered, almost falling to my knees in pain. And then it clicked together for me. There's no further reason to live. Before there was at least a chance she might live. Now, there is nothing. She is gone. I have no reason to live. I need to die. I can't suffer the rest of existence knowing I was close… so close, to saving my Bella, and she died…she was gone...she couldn't have been gone...

And then it hit me, again, not just the pain, which felt as though it were crushing me. No, the thought of suicide. How to die? I was already in Volterra. I was already before the Volturi. And Jane was already threatening in her mind to kill me if I took another step forward.

It was almost too easy. Like training a gun on a cop.

I took another step forward, before I felt myself falling to the ground writing in my painful agony. I could feel the flames, burning at me, smoldering me to nothing. But that was not what made me cry out in agony. She was gone. The image behind my lids was her dead lifeless corpse, mutilated in a smashed car. The fire seemed to burn hotter, but it wasn't enough to warm my freezing heart.

I could hear Alice shouting for her to stop, and Aro trying to wave her off, but I stopped them.

I managed to frame a sentence through my yells.

"No! Finish me off! Let me die!" I yelled, as I writhed and squirmed on the floor, anxious to die.

I could hear Alice screaming more frantically, and I could feel it when the fire stopped. But the pain didn't stop. No, with nothing to distract me from it, the pain hit me even harder. Harder than her tantalizing scent did on the first day I met her.

The memory seared through my brain, and my hands went up to my face, rubbing at my eyes, trying to dispel the image of my brilliant and beautiful porcelain angel. The angel I'd been deprived of for twenty-seven years because I'd been an idiot.

Am an idiot. I am an idiot. I am an insufferable, incompetent moron. Aro might as well have told me I'd killed her myself. It was the same thing after everything I'd put her through.

I stared at him with hate raging in my eyes; self-hate.

"Don't make me go on, Aro, after everything I'd ever been through, I can't survive." I said, breathing heavily.

He stared at me in obvious shock. I wasn't surprised even a little by his reaction. Here I am. The only suicidal vampire he'd ever had the displeasure to meet. I had snapped; I knew I was now insane.

I think I always was. And now, here before him, was a vampire, who not only threatened to kill him, but also begged to be killed himself.

Then without a word, he turned and sped away from the room.

"Come back here, you coward!" I yelled after him, angered by his quick retreat. Who did he think he was?

But he was gone before I could even run after him. I turned around to look at Alice who had a very hurt expression on her face.

"Please, Edward…" she whispered, "Please don't… I won't let you!"

I scoffed. "Please," I sneered. "It's not like it makes any difference. I've been dead for the last twenty-seven years."

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Fanfiction: Invisibility Chapter 11

-Insanity's Partner

Rated T

Bella:

We flew down the highway at top speeds, the trees on either side of us blurring into one giant green wall. It was unnerving, but comforting.

I was strangely calm. The thought of what would happen was very numbing. Very soothing. Very much worth any pain I'd endured, just to get rid of it; if that even made sense.

We arrived in the airport about an hour later, and it was crowded. I was afraid that we wouldn't be able to book a ticket, but as luck would have it, they had a plane leaving for Florence, Italy, in a mere 2 hours. And it wasn't booked. We bought the last two tickets from my laptop from the terminal, and then printed it out in one of the do-it-yourself kiosks.

Fortunate, indeed; the next plane trip to Italy after that is in a week.

After we got the tickets, we waited in the terminal again, waiting for the opportunity to board.

Finally, after the two excruciatingly long hours, we boarded the plane.

I pulled out my laptop after I was seated, and opened MS word.

I tinkered around with a few good bye letters, but then gave up. Who cares anyway?

I finally hung up the laptop, while the plane began coasting down the runway, preparing for take-off.

It seemed like forever once the plane was finally up in the air, but we were going. That had to count for something.

I politely rejected the offers for some soda, coffee, and food items. I really wasn't that hungry, for blood or otherwise.

And I looked out the window, stunned to see the clouds so beautifully, for a moment I was too stunned to pull down the window flap, so as to shield me and Jalin from the sun.

But as the sun peeked over the mountains, I snapped out of my reverie and slid down the tiny plastic window.

I laid my head back in the head rest, and closed my eyes. I tried to close down my mind, willing it to lose consciousness. And to my intense pleasure and surprise, it did.

I sank into an even sleep, and awoke to Jalin shaking my shoulder. "Callen," she hissed, "We're in Florence."

---

Flying down the highway again; this time in our stolen car. I was anxious to get there soon, but Jalin insisted on driving. Even after I reminded her that she wasn't of a legal age to drive; she still insisted.

So we were flying down the highway, when he popped into my head. The thought made me wish I was brain dead.

---

I stood in front of Aro. Marcus and Caius were watching us from the corner with their entourage.

Jalin stood next to me. I tried to send her home, but there was no budging her. She was a persistent little bugger; I had to give her that.

Aro was trying to read my mind; and failing. Much to his blatant aggravation, as both I and Jalin could tell. The look of annoyed concentration on his face would have made me laugh, if I wasn't so numb.

So here was the predicament: How do I tell them I want to die without alerting Jalin, and having her freak out on me?

I took a deep breath.

"I trust you know who Carlisle is." He nodded his head, aggrivated. "He has a son; Edward. I fell in love with him when I was a human. I think he might have loved me, once upon a time, but then he stopped loving me, and left. Now… I just can't stand being around him. I want to escape him. I want to join you here."

Jalin gasped next to me. I told her I wasn't going to ask them to kill me. Not yet at least. As soon as she's gone, I will.

"And what makes you think you'd be a benefit to our family? What can you do?" he asked, now interested.

"I can… I'm not sure. I get many powers. They come and go." I said, unsure.

"What can you do now?" he asked, curious.

I thought for a moment. I can still hear thoughts. The only male, straight, flight attendant proved that with his abnormally lusty thoughts. I had to admit though, he had quite the imagination. It was very, very sickening. He drooled over me, and Jalin, who was almost half his age. It was very disturbing.

I can still block powers, obviously. Even if I don't mean to. I think I can still control my appearance, and cry. Yeah, I can still cry. I've done plenty of crying in the last week.

"I'm still not sure. Right now, I think I can read thoughts, change my appearance, block powers, and move things with my mind when I'm angry." I sighed, and then remembered. "You may have noticed my eyes, though I can assure you my diet is only of animals."

Aro's face showed no emotion, but I could easily tell that he was impressed. "It's not something I usually say, but I do think you'd be an excellent addition to our family." He said, and Caius looked like he would smash something.

I just nodded my head. Jalin too, looked like she might smash something.

"We will have to think about it." He said nodding to his brothers who'd approached him. "But in the mean time, we'll have rooms prepared for you."

He waved his arms to gesture to a tiny girl who liked was small enough to be a child. She walked through the door leading us down the hallways of the large castle turning into a torch lit corridor, and showing us to two very large ornately decorated doors, which opened to two delicately decorated rooms.

Jalin ignored hers and walked into mine, plopping into the chair in the corner.

"Why?" she asked, on the verge of sobs.

"I can't have him following me everywhere. You know he will. Don't deny it." I said, laying down in the bed, on top of the covers and staring at the stone ceiling. I rolled over on my side away from her. "Now he can't."

"But what about me?" she whined. "I don't want to be alone. I'm tired of being all alone! I want a sister!" She mumbled something else under her breath, but even I didn't hear her.

"You have Dani." I said, quietly. She scoffed.

"Are you kidding me? She's totally oblivious! She has no idea what goes on, and she doesn't care. I don't even know what she does every day, but it must be time engaging."

"Just go back to what you were doing before I joined the family." I said, closing my eyes, wanting to die.

"But I don't want to!" she whined. "That's the whole point!"

"'Jalin," I said, firmly. "I'm not going back home."

"Fine," she said, surprising me. "I'm joining you here, then."

My eyes flew open in shock, and slight anger. Why couldn't I just die without any complications?

Because you don't deserve the die so easily, the voice inside my mind resounded with. You had to be selfish, and love someone who was so clearly out of your league. You had to mess everything up for everyone. You are suffering just like you should be.

I didn't say anything to her; I was too busy agreeing with my voices in my mind.

"Say something!" she cried, desperate.

"What's there to say?" I asked, numbly.

"That you hate me!" she said, then realizing something, and continuing with this asinine idea. "You know, if you hate me, you should have just said something from the beginning, and I would have left you alone." I turned around, angry.

"Don't ever say that!" I yelled, fuming. Why does everyone have to suffer because of me? "It's not your fault. If you want to blame someone blame, blame him." I said, knowing full well that she would understand who HE was.

"And I don't hate you." I said calmly. "You're like my sister, my best friend."

"Yeah well," she said, bitter. "You sure are acting like you hate me."

I sighed. "Jalin," I paused, wondering how to continue. "Jalin, some day, you will fall in love. You might get your heart broken. But once you fall in love, you will understand, I promise. Even if it isn't for a very long time; someday, you will understand."

The look on her face told me that if she would cry, she would have been crying. The thought broke my heart.

"Just promise me something." She said, on the verge of sobs again. I didn't say anything, but she continued. "Just please, please, please…" She paused to take in a shuddering, unnecessary breath. "Please, don't ask the Volturi to kill you. Please."

I turned away from her. That was one promise I couldn't keep. I was tired. My brain was exhausted. His image sat behind my eye-lids, making me want to claw at my eyes with tenacious fingers. But I knew no matter what I did, that his face would be there. Instead of the treasure I once considered it to be, a curse.

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Fanfiction: Invisibility Chapter 10

-Insanity's Partner

Rated T

Edward:

Sometime in the near future:

I stared after Callen and the other girl as they drove off, escaping my grasp again, probably for the last and final time. I'll never get to see Bella again. I kissed this, this girl…and betrayed Bella.

And now there's nothing I could do to fix it.

I walked over to my parked Volvo, and sat in the driver's seat for a few minutes with my head resting on the steering wheel; trying not to think.

The cell phone vibrated a few times. I did not answer it. I didn't care anymore. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered.

Finally after the sixth or seventh time it had gone off. I decided to turn it off, or at least answer it. When I saw Alice's number, I flipped the phone open.

"What?" I asked tersely.

"Edward…" Alice said, in a tone that showed fear.

"What is it?" I asked, anxious.

"Edward, I had a vision." She said, quietly.

"Of…?" I urged.

"Edward, I don't know how or why… But…" she trailed, clearly unsure as to whether or not she should tell me.

"Just spit it out!" I yelled into the tiny phone.

"Edward, I had a vision that Bella is going to the Volturi."

Bella:

Just before the near future:

I laid back on the soft bed in the top floor suite, pondering where we could go, while Jalin flipped through channels on the T.V. set.

"Jeez." She said, "Literally five hundred channels, and not a thing to watch."

I sighed, my mind in another place.

What did I hope to achieve by running?

Or maybe the better question wasn't why I was running, but what I was running away from.

"Callen…" Jalin whined. "Callen, I'm bored."

"Then go down to the pool or something." I said, waving my hand at her. I was trying to think.

"I can't!" she continued whining. "I don't have a bathing suit!"

If I were in the mood, I probably would have joked around with her. But I needed to think.

"Then go buy one, or better yet, just go shopping. I'll meet up with you in a bit." I said, throwing my credit card at her. She caught it, and stared at it while another malicious smile grew on her face.

It really didn't matter if she maxed it out. I had money, and plenty more credits cards if I decided to leave the country.

I smiled and tossed her cell phone at her. Her hand flicked up to catch it. "Call me if you need anything." I told her, and waited for her the click of the door locking before plopping back again, to think.

So why am I running? Where am I going?

Or what exactly am I running from?

Edward, or my life?

No, it wasn't just Edward I was done with. It was life. Living. I didn't want it anymore. I wanted it all to end. I wanted to die.

Then it flashed to me. 'Well, I wasn't going to live without you so…'

I cringed in pain, but followed the train of thought.

The Volturi. That's it. I could go to the Volturi and ask them to kill me. But here's the question, who are they, how do I get to them, and what do I do?

I sat at the edge of my bed for a few minutes, and then picked up my cell phone.

"Jalin?" I asked, after she answered.

"Yeah?" she replied, anxious.

"What do you know about—" I stopped. There was a knock on the door. "I'll call you back." I said, hanging up the phone and walking slowly and cautiously to the hotel door.

I opened it, and then slammed it.

"Go away, Jackass!" I yelled at him.

"Callen! I'm sorry; I didn't mean to kiss you! I came to apologize!" Edward yelled through the door.

"Haven't I already demonstrated what I think of your stupid apologies?" I yelled back.

"Just open the door," he groaned.

"No!" I yelled.

"Callen," He said, impatiently.

"No!" I yelled, wondering what I could do. I looked around, and grabbed my bag and stuffed my wallet in it, along with most of my other stuff. I'd come back for the rest later, if there was a later.

I turned up the volume all the way up on the TV, hoping to disguise the noise of my escape, knowing that it probably wouldn't work too well.

I opened up the sliding screen door.

"Callen?" he yelled, anxious.

"I'm ignoring you!" I yelled back, turning the volume up a bit more to make it more convincing, before lifting one leg over the rail and into the next balcony over, hoping no one was in there, or I'd be seriously screwed. Luckily, there was no one there. I slid open their sliding door window, and climbed into the room, and tip toed to the door. I could still here him yelling at me at the door next to this one. I knew I'd have to make a run for it as soon as the door opened.

I took a deep unnecessary breath, opened the door, and ran as fast as I could down the stairs, and out into the lobby. With any luck, no one was looking.

I looked along the market place for Jalin, and I saw her.

"Jalin!" I yelled, waving her hands, and she snapped her head over to see mine, her expression worried. "THE CAR!" I yelled again, and she nodded her head and disappeared.

I could see Edwards bronze hair in the lobby as he came out to look for us.

"Hurry…" I mumbled under my breath.

Suddenly the Porsche screamed to a stop in front of me, Jalin behind the wheel.

"Get in!" she yelled, eyeing Edward.

I paused, I wasn't so sure I wanted her driving, but then forgot about it and hopped in when I saw that he'd seen us.

Jalin pulled away and he stared after us, probably debating over whether or not to run. I was thankful that the streets were busily crowded today.

I waited until we were safely away from him on the highway before I started asking questions.

"What do you know about the Volturi?" I asked her, casually.

"I know that they'll kill you if they try to expose them." She said, suspiciously. "What are you thinking?" she asked me.

"Nothing," I said carefully. "I just wanted to ask them a favor."

"What kind of favor?" she asked me, still suspicious.

"It's nothing. I want to get away from Edward…" and life. "So I think maybe they'll have a solution." Like death.

"You are NOT going to ask the Volturi to kill you!" she yelled.

"I'm not." I said calmly, trying to diffuse the situation.

"Promise me!" she begged.

"Promise you what?" I asked, hoping for a loop hole.

"You will not, by any circumstances, go to the Volturi, and ask them to kill you. And you won't provoke them either!" she said.

"Fine," I lied. "I promise."

I really hate lying to Jalin, but she wouldn't understand.

"I still need to talk to them." I said.

"Fine," she agreed. "But I'm going with you."

"Deal," I said. This at least was an easy deal to keep. And besides that, I like keeping Jalin around. Even if it won't be for long.

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Fanfiction: Invisibility Chapter 9

-Insanity's Partner

Rated T

Bella:

I was laughing as I swung the bat over my shoulder and walked with Jalin up to my room. I was still laughing when I plopped down onto the comforter covering my bed.

I was not laughing when I noticed the envelope taped to the door, with my name scrawled in HIS handwriting.

"What's wrong?" Jalin asked nervously, she probably didn't want a rerun of what happened outside.

I jumped off the bed and ran to the door. I ripped open the envelope and stared at its contents. It was his lullaby, the one he wrote, rewritten in his handwriting.

I gulped unnecessarily.

I read the note. With each passing word, I could feel my eyes getting blacker and blacker. Oh, so he wants my forgiveness, does he?

Ha! That's funny! He thinks I care!

I crushed the note and dropped in into my school bag, but kept the music stored safely away in my music folder.

I checked the clock. Perfect. Two hours before school starts.

"Are you going to school today?" I asked Jalin.

"No, I never go to school." She said, smiling.

"I know." I thought for minute. I didn't feel like going to school today either.

"Why don't you skip today?" She asked, sort of reading my thoughts. "We could go somewhere, do something. Have some fun."

I thought about it. I would gladly take up her offer, but there was someone I needed to see first.

"Later," I said. "I need to talk to someone first."

Edward:

I was strangely anxious as I pulled up to school the next day.

I wasn't really sure why.

Was it her? Was I afraid she would be there? Was I afraid she wouldn't?

I locked the door. I drove to school without them just to piss Rosalie off.

I slung my bag over the table and began walked to my French class.

I sat in my chair by the corner window and waited.

For five minutes.

Then ten minutes.

The class was almost over, and I knew that she wasn't coming.

And then, I realized I was bitterly disappointed, until the door swung open and in walked the girl.

"I need to talk to you." She hissed as soon as she sat down next to me.

"Talk," I said, slightly unnerved.

"In private." She hissed as the bell rang, and the students around us scrambled to get to their next classes.

She turned on her heel, and I followed reluctantly.

She lead me to an open class room, and shut the door behind us. Then she fished around her bag for something, pulled it out, and unwound it from the crushed ball it was.

I knew it was my note.

"So you want forgiveness?" she asked calmly.

She flicked out a lighter and held it up to the note.

"This is what I think of your apology." She said, bitterly. The note burned up to her fingers, and even when the flames tickled her hands, she didn't move. Finally, she dropped the ashes to the floor, and flicked open the lighter again, holding it up to my face and letting the flames lick along my jaw line.

It did not hurt. It felt a little ticklish, but it did not hurt.

Finally, I took a deep look at her. Her hair, her eyes, her face. Beneath all of the makeup, and the hair-dye and the eyes, she looked a little like my Bella.

My darling Bella, whom was never coming back.

And even if this girl wasn't my Bella, if I closed my eyes, I could pretend…For a few moments, it might be like kissing my Bella…

I didn't realize I had closed my eyes and leaned in until I pressed my lips to hers.

Yes. If I closed my eyes, it definitely felt like Bella.

Unsurely, one hand fluttered up to entwine its fingers in her spiky hair, while the other rested softly on her hip. I pressed her closer to me, unsure what I was really doing. But I knew this much, kissing Bella now was worth the years of torture.

And then, somehow I was pushed away. I was knocked into a desk and I stared at her in confusion before the vision slipped away, and I saw that this was not my Bella.

I watched as the girl threw open the door and slammed it, running away at full vampire speed.

I had done the unthinkable. I had kissed someone, that wasn't my Bella.

Bella:

I felt like my heart had shattered into three hundred million tiny pieces. HE kissed me. ME, Callen CullLaMort. Not Bella Swan.

And he didn't even know it was me. He definitely didn't care for me, now or ever. This confirmed it.

He'd kiss some girl he didn't even know, that hated him.

I laughed, hysterically. Oh, how life kicks you when you're down.

I pulled into the driveway and ran up the stairs, again, grabbing my back of packed clothes and my laptop. I wheeled around and wondered what I was forgetting.

Oh yeah, Donte. I couldn't leave him without saying good-bye, could I? No. That would be wrong. He was like my brother, and my best friend.

I flew to the desk and grabbed a pen.

Donte,

Sorry about this, I know you'll probably want to kill me if you ever get the chance to get that close to me again. Seriously though, I am sorry.

Call my cell; I don't think I ever gave you the number for it before (No reason to.) so here it is: 413-351-2684.

And please, please don't blame yourself. You have a habit of doing that a lot. Call me later, okay?

-Callen

I scribbled the note hastily on a scrap piece of paper and left it on top of the mess of paper that was my desk. I knew he'd find it within seconds of searching my room

I did a double check to make sure I had everything, iPod, laptop, car keys, bag, clothes, and wallet. Check. I threw open the door to my room, anxious to just leave the house before more trouble started.

I did not expect hi m to be standing on the other side of my door.

"Donte," I said, sighing in defeat. I should have known he'd know what I was up to, he took the bag from my shoulder and threw it on the couch I had next to the door.

"Let's go for a quick hunt, okay?" he asked softy.

"Fine," I mumbled, and followed him as he led me down the hallway, down the stairs, and out the sliding French doors in the back.

Once we were safely hidden in the forest, he took off running, and I followed, close by his side.

I didn't much like hunting with other people. Hunting was made far too easy for me, with all of my powers, and it was annoying watching them struggle to do what I found to be insanely easy.

I stopped to think about my powers for a moment. I doubted I would ever truly understand how they worked, why they came and left, and what the different powers were for. I tried to think of a power that could help me make it easier to escape without Donte using his to stop me from leaving.

It would not be easy. I'd have to use raw will, and that probably wouldn't go over well what with his ability to place thoughts in my head, as well as manipulate my reasoning.

We'd finally managed to run until we came across a small pack of deer. I wasn't really hungry until I smelled the scent after Donte took off and darted towards the largest one, burying his teeth into its neck, snapping it and killing it instantly.

I silently sulked for a moment over not having caught the largest one first, and then took off myself, catching up to the second largest one instantly, and digging my teeth into its tender neck, reveling in the taste as the thick warm liquid flowed down my throat, quenching my pain and thirst. After draining the poor animal of every drop of blood in its body, I destroyed the carcass and sat back, waiting for him to finish. I was never quite as hungry as the rest of them.

Finally, he polished off the rest of the small pack, and stalked over to me, taking me in his arms and letting me lean against him as he stroked my hair. I thought about that for a moment. Anyone that stumbled upon us might think of us as lovers. I smirked at the irony for a moment. No, we were not lovers. I loved him, but more as a brother, or a best friend. I would likely never love again.

Now, are you going to tell me what happened in your human life that is making you so crazy, or am I just going to have to manipulate it out of you? He thought in my mind.

I sighed.

Fine, I thought. In my human life, I'd lived a fairly boring life…Until I moved to Forks… That was when I met him.

Him? He thought, and I thought for one brief moment I might have sensed jealousy before it was wiped off of my radar, but passed it off as nothing.

Yeah, when I got there, I fell in love with a vampire named Edward Cullen. And after he saved me from a sadistic vampire bent on torturing me death, I lived for the greatest four months of my entire life…and death. I thought.

So what happened? He asked.

Well, after those four months, his brother Jasper, accidentally slipped up and tried to kill me. Back then, I had the sweetest blood imaginable, apparently. I thought.

I can imagine that. You still smell absolutely mouthwatering now. The only thing keeping me from attempting to sink my teeth into your neck is the knowledge that there is no blood. He thought, and I blushed mentally. But then what does that have to do with anything?

Well, Edward always thought that he was hazardous to me, I suppose. I wanted nothing more than to be a vampire with him, but he was intent on keeping me human. And then... I don't know. He gave up on me. Told me he was tired of pretending to be something he wasn't. Left me alone, telling me he doesn't love me anymore.

He hugged me tighter for a minute, and that baffled me. He's an idiot. I heard in his mind, I could tell it wasn't directed at me, and then I felt him blush internally, as if he said something he didn't want me to hear.

I pried myself away from him so I could sit on my own and arched an eyebrow. What is that supposed to mean? I thought, warily.

He paused for a minute before answering. Well, I would have thought you, the mind reader would find out a long, long time ago. I always did like you as more than a friend.

I resisted the urge to groan. Why can't I have a guy friend that doesn't want to just get into my pants?

"Hey! I'm not that much of a pervert!" he said out loud, clearly trying to stop me from further reading his thoughts. I stopped out of common courtesy.

"Yeah, well. I haven't finished my story yet." I said, piqued.

"Okay, then, carry on." He said, reaching out his arms for me again. I hesitated, but then surrendered, probably because of his powers, but at the moment, I didn't mind. I could use the comforting right now.

"Well," I said, picking up where I left off. "After he killed the vampire that wanted to kill me, his mate wanted to get payback at Edward, and figured that if she killed me, she'd be even. Mate for mate. But she had no idea that things weren't like that anymore." I paused. "It was six years before she finally caught up to me, and then you destroyed her and saved me, taking me to your coven."

He smiled.

Right now, I really wish he could have just let her kill me. I was already willing to die then anyway. I would have killed myself eventually. Now it's impossible to. "And now, Edward is back at school. He doesn't recognize me yet, thank God, but he thinks I knew Bella, the old me, and that I'd done something to her, and he won't rest until he pries from me every secret he knows I'm withholding. And I—I don't think I can handle it. I can't handle being around the constant reminder that my one true love no longer loves me." I didn't want to tell him he'd kissed me. It was painful enough to know the truth. Admitting it would be pure torture. I hesitated, knowing this was the part he was waiting for. "And so now I'm leaving."

"You can't leave." He said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. I could tell he was already using his powers against me.

"And why not?" I asked, trying to block him from my mind. It was no use, there was nothing I could do while he was holding me, and I couldn't even find the strength to sit on my own.

"Because, I won't let you." He said, again as if it were obvious. "I don't want you to go. I want you to stay here, where I can be with you."

I almost groaned again. "Um, Donte…?" I asked.

"Mmm?" he replied, not really paying attention, he was staring down at my lips. Before he realized what he did, so quickly I almost didn't realize it, he licked his lips.

"Donte, I don't really like you that way. You're my brother, my best friend; Nothing more." I said, trying to keep my mind strong.

"That's crazy." He whispered as he leaned in. "Nonsense…" he trailed as our lips met.

For a moment, I felt my mind turn to mush. I didn't think anything. It was like when a heart-monitoring machine flat-lines. My brain just stopped. Frozen in place.

Before I realized what I was doing, I kissed him back. And it felt amazing. For a moment, I was thinking again, and my first thought was, 'Why hadn't I done this sooner?'

And then it occurred to me. These were not my actions, my free will. These were not my thoughts! This is Donte. He's forcing himself onto me, and that's wrong. Kissing him is wrong! All of this is wrong!

I pushed him away and jumped up while his guard was down and blocked my mind from all outside intrusions.

"Callen," he said, sounding slightly annoyed. Annoyed? What an egotistical jerk!

"No, Donte!" I said, fuming. Then for a second I felt sorry for him. But my anger was burning on fuel sources; I channeled everything into anger. Yes, anger. Anger is good. "Don't push yourself on me! I don't love you! I doubt I'll ever be able to love again!"

"Callen—" he started, but I cut him off.

"No! I'm sick of this! I'm leaving!" And I took off, speeding through the trees, thankful for once that I was faster than the rest. I dashed up the stairs and grabbed my bags, checked that my car key was still in my pocket and sped for the garage.

Jalin stood in my way.

"Callen," he said, stopping me.

"No, Jalin! Get out of my way!" I hissed.

"You promised!" she yelled. I shifted nervously.

"I know, but I can't stay." I said, annoyed.

"Look, either you're staying." She said, firm. "Or I'm going with you."

I shifted nervously again. Donte would be here any second, literally, and Jalin wouldn't let me pass. There was no time.

"Fine; Hop in." I said, unlocking the car.

"Alright!" she said, pleased to have gotten her way. "I call shotgun!" I rolled my eyes.

The time it took for the garage door to open felt painfully slow, and finally, as it creaked to a stop, Donte stood in the garage doorway, with a hurt look on his face. I averted my eyes and peeled out of the garage without loud, screeching tires.

I drove like a maniac, unsure of where I was going. I couldn't leave the city too quickly; I don't have anywhere to go. I need to make plans.

I dialed 411 on the car phone, and the robotic voice on the other end asked politely for the details of my search.

"Five star hotels in Alaska." I said, annoyed at having to slow down my voice or the computer wouldn't understand.

The machine transferred me to an operator.

"There's only one five star hotel in your area. The Hilton Anchorage," Said the operator calmly.

"That's fine." I said quickly. "What's the number?"

The operator rattled off the number, which I dialed simultaneously in my cell phone, and then hung up on 411.

"Hilton Anchorage, would you like to book a stay?" asked the man on the other end.

"Yes. A two bedroom suite, please?" I said, and the man proceeded to take my information, and told me that a suite will be waiting for us when we arrived. I snapped the phone shut, and then looked at the caller ID. I kept my cell phone on silent all of the time, because there was never any reason to use it.

I had fifty-three calls from Donte. I cringed when I saw the number of text messages. And nearly pelted my phone out the window when I saw how many voice messages he'd left.

I turned the phone off and turned to Jalin.

"Well?" I snapped.

"Well, what?" she replied.

"Aren't you going to ask why I'm practically kidnapping you?"

"Oh, yeah!" she said, and I rolled my eyes again. "Well, tell me what happened."

I sighed. "Copper-head is my ex-boyfriend, whom I fell in love with 27 years ago. He dumped me and now he's being a jerk." I said, feeling really immature, with the way I'd described it. That wasn't how it was at all.

"That's it?" she asked in disbelief.

"No, not really. He wasn't just a crush, or something. It was true love. He saved my life more times than I can count. I wanted him to make me into a vampire, but—"

"Wait, you were together when you were a human?" she asked, incredulous.

"Yeah," I said, my shoulders sagging a bit. "But then one day his brother almost killed me because of my blood smelling so damn good. And he left me. He said he was tired of pretending to be human for me; said I wasn't good for him." I paused for a moment; letting myself wallow. "How could I disagree? He was perfect; an angel. I wasn't good enough for him. I was stupid to think that such a person could be meant for me."

Jalin placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "You're wrong. He doesn't deserve you. You're much too good for him. Let him be lonely. You deserve way better than him." She wasn't really helping.

"Whatever, and now Donte is forcing himself on me and I just don't think I can take it anymore." I said, annoyed.

"Donte did what?" she asked, unbelieving.

"I know; I couldn't believe it either." I said, bitter.

"Well, if it makes you feel better I'll be here with you." She said, beaming. I smiled a little. Sometimes Jalin was a pest, but at least I knew I could count on her.

"So you don't mind that I'm kidnapping you and taking you to the far ends of the world?" I asked, playfully. She was like mini-Jasper. Her powers weren't quite as potent as his, but she could help to relieve me of my anger.

"Not at all, it has to be more interesting that being a freshmen in high school for the last 40 years." She said, smiling. She was really helping.

"Thanks, Jalin." I said, meaning it. "For being there for me."

"No prob."

She turned on the radio, and music blasted through the high-def stereo system. It was angry rock music, but I liked it. We had a regular sister moment for a minute, and I wondered why Jalin and me weren't all that close before. She was a great friend. I guess I was too busy wallowing in my anger to really pay attention to the outside world.

It doesn't matter now. I'm going to plan for a day or so, and then hit the road. I'll probably have to send Jalin home eventually, which kind of hurt a little on the inside. I was going to miss her kick-butt attitude, but it would make the journey easier… After I figured out what that journey was.

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