We all know what happened in Breaking Dawn, but what really happened? Bella was...more or less asleep for two days, her body adjusting to the venom and becoming immortal. She was practically dead after Renesmee came out and the question being pressed is: What happened afterword? So, as Julie Andrews would say, lets start at the very beginning.
A Very Good Place to Start
You don't know me. I want to make that very clear. My name? Who cares? No one bothered with a name. Once I was found, I was always "The Boy" so, it's what I responded to. "Boy!" Only later did that name begin to be said with respect.
I live with the Voltori, in Italy. It's my city. My town.
After dark that is. I...well...I kinda glow. Not like they do. I'm less noticeable, and they like to send me out during the day.
I don't go out during the day. Don't make me.
I bite.
My venom...haha...well, lets just say-
It's a little stronger than most.
"What are you doing?" I hissed back at her soprano voice as it rang through the halls, with its hissing noise. I flipped my head up to look at her, my dark bronze hair flying.
"Reading. I know you can't comprehend most but-" my legs buckled out from under me as the arrows of pain flew out. I did what I learned. I tuned out my thoughts, pain was only a trick of the mind and I tried to regain my sight. I did, I blinked through the tears, through the pain. I kicked her feet out from under her, then did a round house to her head. She tried to grab my foot, but failed.
"Enough."
We both stopped on command and kneeled.
"Master." "Master." We both whispered.
"Jane," Aro said," don't try the boy so. You know," he simply gave her a knowing look. I resisted looking at her, wondering what they always spoke of. Still, I couldn't help but wonder...
What did the two know-
No, what did the whole Coven know
That the mind reading boy didn't?
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"So you can hear his thoughts?" Bella Cullen asked, her voice hopping an octave, even in the pain she was feeling, she was thrilled. Edward was finally on board! Maybe...just maybe...when she saw their son....
"He likes the sound of your voice. Oh, ha...he likes my voice as well," Edward said, kissing her stomach.
"Of course he does, why wouldn't he?" Bella prompted, smiling so bright it looked like it hurt. Of course, everything Bella did looked like it hurt.
"He likes the sound of your voice. Oh, ha...he likes my voice as well," Edward said, kissing her stomach.
"Of course he does, why wouldn't he?" Bella prompted, smiling so bright it looked like it hurt. Of course, everything Bella did looked like it hurt.
"What's the name?" Edward asked.
She wrinkled her nose in a funny way, and Edward laughed to himself. He didn't know how much she needed to hear it. "E.J.,"she whispered,"Edward Jacob."
Edward pursed his lips,"I like it," he said and she smiled at him. "And if its a girl?" he asked.
"I've been playing around with our mother's names. I like...I came up with...Renesmee."
"I like that too,"he said. And they kissed. And it didn't matter that Jacob was watch. Or that the whole coven was upstairs.
They only thing that mattered was the love in the room.
The love that was shared.
By all four of them.
But only the secrets of her labor could tear them apart.
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"Bella! Bella, don't-don't do this...don't die," Edward whispered. Renesmee had come out, Jacob was out with it and Rosalie. He loved the baby for a brief moment...even if Bella died now...he couldn't kill it. It was part of her. The last thing that touched her alive.
Only after the venom was in her, when her heart no longer beat that the he heard the crying. Muffled, part of...it couldn't be...a head? Crowning? No...that wasn't possible...there was only one. Edward had to hurry, the baby was trying to chew its way out. It got a few good bites in before Edward yanked it from her body. A boy? What she wanted, right?
Edward looked in his mind.
It was filled with the urge for blood, but Edward didn't have to stop listening. He was already covered in it. The baby boy-Edward Jacob?-wanted his mother so badly. Not her arms, not her hug or kiss or caress. But her body, her blood. Edward looked deep into the newborn's eyes. Already adjusting, he simply stared at his father. E.J.'s eyes where a glowing green, laced with red. He was the reason that Bella had been dying-he was sucking her-not little Renesmee. The little girl's thoughts where only her mother:lovely and disheveled. Her thoughts where filled with love. The demon in her arms had been what Edward predicted:a monster.
So, he did what any loving father would do.
He ran 3,000 miles that night, and dropped off the child by the west coast.
Little did he know
It was a familiar pit stop
For his own kind.
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Like I said, you don't know me. So, my stories coming out.
Chapter 1, hope you like it. Chapter 2 coming soon.
-MEG GIRY
