Chapter6-She's Not Who She Says She Is

Chapter 6
She's Not Who She Says She Is

   "No, no, like this,"her white body spun around and around and Edward caught a glimpse of her mind. She felt...whole. It felt nice just to feel it through her. She liked the wind blowing through her white curls, onto her face. She like the dizzying green all around her. "Got it?" she asked the girl when she was done. Renesmee nodded and tried to dance again.

   
    Everyone sat on the front porch, watching the two. Giselle had agreed to teach Renesmee to dance, Emmett to play the piano, and was trying to convince Esme to let her teach her how to cook. She thought it compensated for the fact that she was staying with them ("as if she had a choice," she often said). Each good deed was another dollar in their pocket. But no, it did not make up for the smell of blood and the pain each felt in her presence.

    And even though the good deeds were put out, she accepted non in return. She refused help of any kind, and since that night when Edward had thrown her, no hard feelings were shared between her and anyone.  But, whether it was her pride or her conscience, she took no favors or help.

"One, two. Step, step. On your left, Re, we went over that last week. No! I wasn't reprimanding you, darling, but if you have trouble on it, think of it before you begin, it helps,"Giselle gave a weak, half-hearted smile and tried to console the girl.

   She came up with the solution of the girl's name. No one wanted to use Renesmee because 1) Its too long and 2)It reminded him of her. No one wanted to use Nessie or Nessa or Ness either because it was a reminder of him, the cursed wolf who stole Bella. So, Giselle called her 'Re' like the musical term(Even though the girl couldn't sing if her life depended on it).
  
"Edward!" yelled Giselle, after Renesmee had thrown her hourly fit because she was upset with herself. Edward smiled at her, and tipped his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose. Giselle ran up toward him and sat on the side of his seat. She was so close to him when she leaned down, her hair was tickling his face and her breasts were pressed to his neck,"Can I show you something? I worked really hard all last night on it, and I wanted to try it out on you," she smiled that tempting smile and Edward smirked at her. She wasn't trying to be seductive or girly, it was just in her nature. When she pulled Edward up by the hand, he saw Esme beaming at him. His mood instantaneously became sour at her thought. But Giselle was beckoning him, and he felt compelled to follow.

   She sat down at the piano and Edward sat next to her. She plugged her hands onto the keys, and they looked like they were part of the instrument, not because they were so pale, but so beautifully placed. She began to play the notes and Edward didn't listen, but to her heart. It matched the tune, as if she had let it be the main role and her masterpiece the background. It ticked and tocked and Edward couldn't help but want to hold it in his hand. When her melody was done, she looked at him. He didn't say anything, so her face fell a bit.

"I know it's not great but-"

"It's perfect," he whispered, taking her pale hands placing them on his chest, so if he had any trace of heart beat left, she would feel it. She covered his face in her girlish kisses, and he knew they meant nothing.

But he liked them anyway.

They were the last pieces of love he could hang on to.
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I pulled Jane aside that night, we met in an old, abandoned chapel on the northern side of the city. She smiled, and I melted. What was to be a simple talk led me to kiss and kiss her. She ripped off my pants and coaxed my erection, as if trying to convince it to enter her. As much as I wanted her, I knew this wasn't safe in the city, so I smacked her away.

"No, Jane,"I whispered,"but when will it be safe again?"

She began to sob,"I was you so badly!" she cried.

"Shhh, baby, I know...I know. When?"

She stopped the sobs and whispered,"This weekend, if I can convince Aro to let us take our leave early this year, I will take you to a magic place. Just trust me," I hadn't slipped my pants on yet, so she got to her knees and pleasured me. I was getting dizzy. Her lips were soft.

   I almost wanted her to bite me (although, there, it would be terribly painful). I wanted to be like her. Now...I was different from them. I had blood...why?
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"Hey, Giselle,"Edward whispered gently, taking her hand after the lights went down in Biology. She squeezed his hand and kissed his cheek. Her kiss was cold and lifeless. She didn't care a lick for him. He didn't care.

Part of him...cared for her.

   Now, if she were to die, he wouldn't cry. Or mourn. It wouldn't bother him but a day or two. But she was...pretty. Whole. Something Bella never was. Giselle was pure and lovely. She was an angel.

"And so students!" screamed Dr. Oz,"Prom is on the way! And I know some of you already have dates. Ehem

Edward's heart dropped. What had he just heard? Giselle...with Newton?

"Ow, Edward," she whispered, keeping the smile in place. He noticed how hard he was squeezing her hand and let it go.  Edward swore under his breath most of the hour and at one point, Giselle was in a fit of quiet sobs, begging him to stop hating her. He got up and fled the room with no consent of from the teacher.
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"Please, Edward!" She begged, chasing him up the stairs into the house.

"You damn little Hermia! You little vice viper! Is this what you wanted from me?" he growled, grabbing her tiny little wrists and throwing her to the ground. She didn't stand a chance.

"Curse you! You little lying Delilah! You little demon! Now you cannot ever be free!" Edward struck her again, she popped up in the air, and Edward supplied a kick to her waist that sent her soaring into a tree. She didn't even make a noise.

"Edward!" Carlisle scolded, turned to rip him away from returning after her.

"Mademoiselle? Mademoiselle Northland? Darling, I know you're here!" the voice came from the wood, old but smooth and alto. 

"Human," Jasper whispered, retreating into the house. He almost grabbed Alice, but remembered.... Half the Coven retreated  into the house, leaving Edward, Rosalie, Esme, and Carlisle on the porch.

"Princessa! Prima Diva!" called the voice again, then the woman emerged from the wood. She was tall and beautiful-the wrinkles made her age look graceful. She had honey hair, faded and laced with gray. Her garb was almost Asian looking, though the woman was clearly of English blood, and a pair of chopsticks stuck through her delicate bun.

"Madame? Madame!" Giselle pushed her self off the ground and hit it running. She flew into the arms of the woman and sobbed into her arms.

"Now, now," said the woman, not a bit flustered,"Contain yourself Miss Northland."

"I-I can't help it Nana, they left me! If I leave I-"

"I know, sweetie,"the woman called Nana said, patting Giselle's head."Who are you companions?" she asked. Giselle then began to sob.
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The rap on my door that night sounded frantic and afraid and I felt I had no choice but to answer it (though this required me to put my pants on and end my masturbation). Jane stood there, and my erection bucked up like a horse. She pushed me back in the room and locked the door. Pushing me on the bed, she began to molest me...not that it was against my will or anything.
"You know what I got?" she asked temptingly in my ear. I was shocked she wasn't trying to rip my pants off.
"What?" I breathed, sounding desperate and disheveled.

"I got us off work,"I stared back incredulously,"aaaannnnddd,"(even this child voice sounded seductive),"I got us a vacation place booked. Consider it a honeymoon for the whores." She continued to suck on my neck until I fell asleep.
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When we arrived in the little town of New Orleans, I realized Jane was not the only beautiful woman. At least she wasn't the most beautiful body...of face perhaps. She stuck us in a room, made for drunks that found a body willing to be raped in. Condoms, lengure, and perfumes. Vibrators and other sex-toys lurked as well.
    She shoved me on the bed and took my pants off. Her hands...so soft...so cold...so pale...God, they were beautiful. They took my clothes off, all of them and I had never noticed she was naked. She took each limb and tied it to each post of the bed. Covering me with the blanket, she started at the foot of the bed, she snaked up to well...reach my snake. She began to suck my dick...she ooh-ed and ahh-ed as much as I did. Well, I screamed with joy. I couldn't take the taunting anymore. I yanked her body on top of me and began to suckle her tit. They were soft and round and responsive.  Squeezing them as she moaned and groaned, I felt this odd emptiness inside me. Did she love me? She said she did...but I wasn't sure I loved her. ************************************************************************************
"Come,"said Esme,"come warm yourself by the fire," she plastered a little smile onto her face, and ushered the woman in the door frame.

"...There's no fire,"said the woman.

"Emmett make the fire!" Said Esme, the smile still on her face and her head flailing, giving her the essences of a skizo. 

"Its really fine, dear. I prefer the outdoors with my princessa,"she said, taking Giselle's hand.

"Why have you come?" Giselle asked.

"We were hoping to see if you were still alive. We had to find you, no one told us."

"We?" Asked Giselle. The woman just smiled.

"No!" cried Giselle and leaped up.

"WOODS ARE CLEAR!" screamed a male voice from the the thicket.

"IF YOU KEEP SCREAMING LIKE THAT THEY WONT BE!" yelled the woman. Giselle promptly ran to the thicket as the boy emerged. He didn't have time to blink as she threw her arms around him.

"Peter!"she yelled.

"Princessa..."he whispered stroking her hair. Her feet never touched the ground, but he held her suspended in air. Her head was tucked in his neck, but her hair was so thick his face was buried in it.

"You still won't call me Giselle?" she asked. He sat her down, so that he was only a few inches taller than her.

"It would be inappropriate, Your Grace."

"But you're my best friend Peter," she whispered, attacking him again with hugs, and even a kiss on the check, which made his face go vermilion.

"And you are my best friend, My Queen," he mumbled.

"I am not your Queen, Peter,"she said.

"Yet," said the woman from the porch, stepping down to be level with them.

"What do you mean?" Giselle asked, the smile slowly falling,"You can't mean..."

"It's a matter of time before he finds you. You have years perhaps. Rumors are flying only he can break the spell..."

"That's a lie!" cried Giselle.

"He will come and in time you will have to wed. The war will end if its him-"

"He's fowl and loathes some! I hope he catches on fire!"

"Giselle!" yelled the woman.

"I don't care! It's what I believe! You've come to break the spell, haven't you? Say you have!"

"You know I cannot, Miss," said the Madame.

"So you came here to taunt me?" cried the girl,"To remind me of the life I once had? Is that why?"

"Princessa-"

"Quite, Peter!" Giselle screamed.

"The Curse is powerful, Princess. There is nothing I can do. I wasn't trained in this trickery-"

"My magic is almost void here, it is so weak! I myself cannot break the spell, it must be outside magic!" Giselle began to sob. There was nothing she could do. When Peter lead her inside, they said there good-byes. Hers owned a distaste to it, he wished he could take it away. When Esme asked the Madame who Giselle was she replied;

"Princessa Giselle Northland, the heir to the Northland throne."

"So, in other words," Master Cullen said,"She's not who she says she is?"

Chapter5-Giving the Girl a Chance

Chapter 5
Giving the Girl a Chance

   Kit still pressed on with questions in the lunch room. Edward hadn't been listened but 45 minutes and he was getting fed up. Giselle rebuffed every question as politely as possible.

"Quit! Ask her about herself," begged one of the girls, Genie. "How are you dear?" she asked.

"Small talk is a waste, but I am fine," said Giselle, happy someone acknowledged that she loathed questions.

Genie laughed, tossed her dark hair over her shoulder,"It is pointless, isn't it?"

"I always found it so, there is always a point behind conversation in the false, 'How do you do's?'. Always. It is in human nature. We are an evil species!" some on the girls exchanged nervous glances at this speech, while Kit decided to praise her for it.

"Darling, isn't she just like a princess! A fairy! You look like a dancer! Can you dance?"

Giselle's cheeks flamed. "Well, kind of. I took ballet." she said it almost like a question.

"Gah! Dance, honey!" She shoved Giselle up onto the table and the entire room grew quiet. Edward heard the pity in Rosalie's head and couldn't help but mimic it. Silently, Genie slapped the table twice, then clapped her hands twice. Kit followed, then several other girls. The strange hand jive pervaded through the cafeteria and Giselle began to dance. It was a tripping sort over movement and her arms did this odd circle. There were times where she would propel herself in the air and not fall for several seconds.

"Fairy Princess!" screamed the girls, like a playground chant.

"Moonbeam Floor!

"Golden Shimmer!

"Silver Shoes!

"Now unfold!

"Heart of Gold!"

Giselle slid down the table on her bottom and would up in the air.

"Here!"

And into her seat.

"Where a woman's heart should be!"

All the girls and boys in the room were laughing and clapping and Giselle just tried to catch her breath. She took a look over at the Cullen table, only to get backs of heads and sneers. She looked away, and smiled at the friends she didn't want.

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Jane and I donned our robes once in the tower. Aro was going to slaughter us. Jane was in a trance, and was no help to me.

"What's our story?" I asked. She only hummed and asked "Hmm?" a few moments later.

"What are we going to say?" I hissed.

"Hunting..." she mumbled dreamily, not looking at me," In Rome..."She lost it. Her lips tried to fight for mine again and I shoved her off.

"Cut it out, Jane!" then there was a knock at the door.

"Aro wishes to see you," they whispered, Demetri. Damn.... We didn't have time to change, so we were only in our undergarments, Jane still in the sexy lace, I in my boxer shorts and plain white tee.

    We stalked to the throne, Jane less dreamy and more in the angry mindlessness she usually lurked in.

"Come forward," he said. We did so. "Kneel." we obeyed. "Take off your robes. We were to have our normal uniform underneath. We did not. I simply looked up at Aro, who cocked his head at me. Jane on the other hand, began to strip. In front of the whole guard.

She then stood, in her lace undergarments. Beautiful and pale. My adrenaline and fear brought on another erection, which gave me another reason not to stand naked. 

Alec stared from me to his Victoria Secret worthy sister. I watched his horror as he put two and two together.

"Go to your rooms," said Aro. And we two departed and split our separate ways.
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Upon entering her Biology class, she simply stood and looked for the first empty seat (which was next to Edward-the only empty one.) Mr. Oz ushered her to her seat. She looked uneasy next to Edward, though they could be siblings. Edward shook the very realistic possibility out of his mind.

"Edward?"she asked, when the lights went down for the slide show.

"What?" Edward asked, softer than he meant to.

"...never mind...."

"No, now I want to know," he growled.

"I said nevermind," she hissed back.

When Edward turned to glare at her, her head was turned a full 180 degrees, looking to her right. He got the back of her head and all those damn white curls. He wanted to yank them off her head. He reached out to do so, but upon his hand touching the soft lock he stopped. She seemed to be holding back tears.

Damn her! He tried to search her mind. Why was she here? What reason had she to cry so? But upon searching, he hit nothing but a wall. He couldn't enter her mind. Just like Bella. Damn her!

"Stop thinking such things!" she hissed.

"What?" he asked.

"I-I..."

"Did you say think?"

"...I read minds...not unlike yourself."

"Unbelievable."

Though out the class hour, she received several waves, smiles, and even a love note from Mike Newton, which she replied to with a sickeningly sweet response of how she thought he was nice and kind and cute. Like she was a classic school girl! She turned to her journal with a look of indifference, not a girl who was in love. As if she cared for him! Mike's head was spinning with love. He asked her to meet him at the lumberyard. She declined. He begged again. Again she declined politely. When he asked again, she growled such a response, he was so confused. She swiftly apologized and blamed him teasingly for making her angry. He was just like his elder.

    Edward began to grow course and angry-as if he wasn't already-at the girl. Who did she think she was!  Ugh!

When the bell rang, they left together and the Cullens regrouped at the parking lot. Edward's Volvo, Emmett's Jeep. Giselle didn't want to impose, in fact, she found it awkward.

"I'll just...walk. It's okay. Really," she said.

"Fine, bye,"Edward said.

"No," growled Rose, grabbing his arm.

"C'mon!"she said, shooing the girl in the silver car,"Edward doesn't bite!" then she pressed her lips together, to hold in the laugh. Giselle barely agreed.

   Once at the house, Giselle went in, and Edward left to run. He couldn't stand it, he needed air.

    When he returned, she was at his piano, Emmett at her side. She plugged a scale into the ivories and he tried-and failed-to do the same.

"No, no, but close," said the snow girl, with a smile. Her white dress looked beautiful on her as it's train billowed below the bench, and the sleeves of the gown temped on to the keys. Her white hair hung over her face, acting as a veil so only you could see her smile. (Which was white as her skin and hair).

   Emmett tried again, and the Olympic Coven laughed at his efforts. He grumbled and Giselle turned and asked them (quietly) not to laugh at her pupil for trying to learn.

"What's going on here?" Edward asked.

"Oh,...Edward," said Esme.

"Yo, man, I'm learnin' the ivories! I hope you didn't mind that we used your-"

"Yeah. I do. Why is she teaching you anyway? I could teach you."

"You suck at teaching,"Emmett growled.

Edward hissed, and stomped over to the bench. He yelled,"Get off my piano!" and as the white girl rose, he yanked her up by her arm and threw her at the wall.

   The Cullens gasped. The girl quickly gathered herself, and ran up the stairs, as if it were her fault she collapsed. No one saw her face. Everyone heard her sobs.
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"Sooooo...you did the nasty with my sister?" Alec asked.

"You really gotta say 'the nasty?'"I complained. Alec and I sat in my room. It was grey and bleak and the only thing that was used for entertainment was books. I didn't know how to read. Alec did. I didn't ask him to show me.

"Well, do you want me to say sex?"

"No! That-that..."makes it real. I thought. It was all a dream. and Aro doesn't know. I kept saying it in my mind.

"I can't believe she let you do it with her, let alone she wanted it," he said smirking. He was proud of me.

"You know the girls can't keep their hands off me," I teased. We laughed.

"So, ya gonna do it again?"

"God, I hope so. Your sister is fine. She's not too shabby at her midnight wrestling."

"Did you just do it for the physical part or do you like her?"

"...I dunno,"I whispered. Did I love Jane?

I looked back at Alec, and noted how much he resembled his sister. He layed shirtless on my bed, my head on his chest so that we formed a T on the bed. This wasn't uncommon, it's how we spent every night to pass the time. I now knew of a better pass time....

"Do you think Aro's gonna punish you?"

"I don't see why. As far as I'm concerned, I think he'd be happy his two best guard members are doing it frequently. Makes us stronger."

Alec laughed and twined his fingers through my curly hair.

Maybe, just maybe, I could love Jane. I didn't know what love was...


Not yet.
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Giselle left the house around 5 that night, the way she did every night. She always returned before the sunset. This night, Edward followed her out, in plans to just...watch her. What was the girls problem?

   Halfway through the path, she stopped and turned on him. He ran to hide.

"Edward Cullen! I can hear you! I have ears!" Damn! He forgot she supposedly read minds.

"I do you cocky bastard!" he didn't think the princess would udder such things.

"What do you do out here? What are you?"

"Human,"she insisted again.

"Then how do you...?"

"I can read minds, see the future and past, and move things with my mind. Happy? I don't how I...was just born with it. My parents thought I was the biggest freak show that ever lived. Not why I'm here though...my story isn't yours and doesn't need to be told, Edward Cullen. Can't you just trust me? No...that's too much to ask, even I don't trust. Just give me a chance? Be civil?"

He looked at her...summed her up. Her hair, her eyes, her body. Each more beautiful than the next.

"Fine...a chance...only one."

Giselle of the Snowed Land of the North

Chapter4-Not Friends, but Lovers

Chapter Four
Not Friends, but Lovers

"We can't very well keep her, Esme," Edward argued.

"I never said we were going to keep her," Esme countered her son.

"I think she's harmless," Carlisle stated, walking in and rubbing his hand dry (he had just washed them, not to clean them but to rid them of the scent of blood).

Edward glared at him, and turned to his other siblings.

"Alice?" he asked.

She scrunched up her little fairy nose and shrugged,"I don't see any harm coming from her stay."

Edward hissed,"Jasper?"

"She's human, no way."

Edward smiled, and would have ended it there, but Esme was not down yet, and she was too strong to be silent.

"Rosalie?" she asked hopefully.

"...I kinda like her. She's pretty. Like a doll."

"A witch of a doll," Edward growled, his disdain for the girl growing stronger each time Esme vexed him.

"Emmett?" she asked.

"Hey, if Rose if fine, I'm fine."

Esme turned to Edward,"She stays," she smiled.

"But what is she!"Edward screamed,"She fell from the sky! And we just take her in?"

"Edwar-" Esme began.

"No! I won't let you coax me into happiness or...whatever it is I've been living on before her," We all knew what this meant.

"Edward, please-"

"Listen, I-!"

"I'm nothing."

    They all turned and looked up at her, her little voice cutting through the room like a knife. She stood behind the railing, wrapped in a little black blanket Carlisle had given her. Her white dress was being washed, and it was hard to say whose clothes she was wearing-if any at all. Her hair was wet, and she looked like a soaked dove. Her hair, which had been in outrageous curls, was stick straight, but was physically twisting itself closer to her head. It was white, the color of her skin and dress. Her eyes were shockingly blue, and the lashes hung too low over them, thick and black.

   She looked frightened, and fidgeted while the eyes were on her.

"What's your name?" Edward asked.

She had her eyebrows shoved together, her lips in a pout. "Cali-" she began, but stopped and looked down and whispered,"I'm tired of the lies." She looked up and her chest rose with an intake of air.

"Giselle of the Snowed Lands of North," she said, with a regalness about her.

The Cullens exchanged glances, all except for Esme who stepped forward and said,"It's a pleasure to have you."
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"I can't believe we are doing this," I growled behind the screen, half-laughing, half-evilly.

"Hush and dress, or we will be late!" Jane shrieked.

"So we're really doing this,"I asked.

"Yes," she said with such passion, I wish so much to see her eyes. "Are you not done?"

"Yes," I replied, stepping from behind the changing screen.

"Ah! Look at you!" she said...girlish. She took me hands and did that squat-jump thing girls do when they are excited. I was dressed like an English Prince. A gray, wool jacket, with silver straps across the top and pads on the shoulder. I had grey slacks on to match. My curly hair was combed over to the side and I looked...like a gentleman.

"You could be a prince," she said slyly.

"Ha! More like a dictator. With you as my second in command, of course," I said. I thought about Queen, but quickly cast it from my mind.

"Let's go," she whispered, taking my hand, dragging me. But stopped, and turned to me. She stood on tip-toe and kissed my cheek.

"Thank you, Bell," she whispered.

"Your welcome,"I breathed, frightened.

    We stole out the window, and headed into the city. Volterra was active for the first time at night since weeks. Everyone was heading to the ball. Once in, Jane was active. She talked to all the women crowding the snack table. And when one snuck away, she followed unknowingly.

   The woman dove for the tray of sandwiches sitting on the tray outside of the room and smiled at a man nearby. He smiled back and started walking toward, then caught sight of Jane and left.

"What are you doing?!" cried the woman.

"What?" Jane asked.

"You drove him away!"

"The man? Why did you want to talk to him?"

The woman gestured to the tray, and Jane shrugged.

"Is this your first ball?" the woman asked.

"Yes..." Jane said.

"The sandwiches are used to bring men into the room. You ask if they want a sandwich. Then you go in and make love."

Jane sat puzzled. "How unique..." she thought.

"Go!" cried the woman and Jane obeyed.  She wandered around for awhile when the man cried out "Romance Dance! Grab a partner, everyone! Or you shall get the boot!" Jane quickly scoured, but men were claiming women left and right. I had no one when Jane found me. She took my hands and placed them onto her waist with such force I thought either I should break her or she break me.

"Dance with me," she murmured. And of course, that hooked me. We twirled and twirled. I avoided eye contact, but her beautiful face kept drawing me back in. I kept my eyes on the rose on her dress, placed so close to her breasts my object of interest changed. When the judge came by she buried her head in my neck, and I accidentally gave a little moan. An erection followed, in which I could not calm down. I knew she felt it.

   She began to dance us up the stairs as the orchestra played. She lead me to a door in which she stopped us in the frame. She bent down to grab a tray in front of the door and held it out to me. Her breasts were heaving with the heavy breaths that she didn't need to take.

"Want a sandwich?" she asked. Then her thoughts projected to mine, and I pushed her into the bedroom, and ripped off her dress.
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Giselle of the Snowed Lands of the North (a name which Edward mocked) kept to herself. Most of her time was spent outside, and no one asked how she came here and who she really was. The time came where she insisted she enrolled in the High School, along with Esme's persistence. The girl had done nothing but read since she came, either that or walking outside of the house and heading west (opposite direction of the blue wall) but the school was east, so what would she do?

   Once there, she was every one's nightmare. Fair and beautiful, the boys were frightened of her. Smart and kind, the girls kept silent. She was slender and tall and...a freak. Short and sweet. And she was an assumed Cullen. Which was perfect. The thoughts of Kit Newton (relative of Jessica Newton) were loud and clear. Great, now Edward has a girlfriend. Now he'll never love me. How pathetic. And Edward had to deal with Mike Newton the III. As if one hadn't been enough. He was infatuated with the girl. Giselle smiled and kept to her studies, her nose in the book. She knew every answer on a subject she just started, and the children who had been working on it for weeks had not.

   Once in the cafeteria, she seemed to head toward the Cullen's table. Upon seeing it full, she stopped, and turned to an empty table. She did not seem sad, the girl didn't want to be social, just look it. But, Kit turned to her.

"Hey! New girl!" how was she supposed to answer kindly to that? But she did. She took the seat Kit offered.

"Aren't you just...pretty!" she said in a hateful tone.

"Thank you," whispered Giselle, tucking her hair awkwardly behind her ear.

"Why aren't you with the Cullens? You came with them, right?"

"Yes. I just don't...know them well."

"They are a little strange," said Kit, hoping for a assurance or gossip. The girl quietly continued drinking her water. 
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I woke up that morning and didn't want to stir Jane. She layed quietly on top of me, doing the closest thing to sleeping as she had ever done in this life. 

   I remember stepping into the room and turning her pale body in my hot, sweaty hands. I pulled the string from the back of her lace up dress and the whole thing fell of her body. She turned to me, clad in red lace bra and panties, and I took in the sight of her beautiful body. She began to unbutton the strings on my shirt as I stared at her breasts clothed in red lace. I found I was soon naked, so I took it upon my self to pinch the bra between the cups and it popped open, revealing her moon colored breast and purple, responsive nipples.  I got to my knees, and slid her underwear off with my mouth.

   She pushed me onto the bed and heaven followed. Years of hell building up to this. My beloved. She crooned and screamed to word "Oh!" repeatedly as I moaned over and over. My Jane...she was so beautiful. And flexible.

   I took in a deep breath and Jane aroused.

I took a lock of her hair between my fingers. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stir you,"I mumbled.

"You stirred my all night," she mumbled. I laughed.

"You were beautiful," I whispered.

"I love you," she whispered. I was shocked. Did I love her? No...Yes...Maybe! Ugh!

"Jane...I would do anything for you...you are my everything...I would die for you," that last one may be a lie....

"That is love..." she mumbled.

"Then I love you."

She began to kiss me again, and the cycle was repeated. We did it again and again and again. Our 7th time around, the sheets were soaked and it was the 3rd day we had been gone. I finally rose from the bed and took her with me. 

"We have to return," I whispered,"Or Aro will come looking."

She sighed,"You are right, I love you," she whispered, kissing me again, trying to pull me to the bed.

"Stop,"I whispered. "We can't do this in the tower," I told her.

"I know some where we can go, where we can,"I made no noise, but trusted her and anticipated our next love making.

Chapter3-Arrival of the Calleach

Chapter 3
Arrival of the Calleach

   The hunt was on. The search for Bella's missing son was in hot pursuit. The Cullen's didn't wish to take part, Edward said goodbye to Bella and this appeared to be them parting ways. Once in the home, his wedding ring was extracted from his dead finger and hidden. Renesmee stayed behind. It didn't bother her Jacob was leaving (a relief from his constant badgering. I know he imprinted and all but she didn't...)but her mother was leaving her for a child that may or may not be alive. Didn't she love her anymore?

No. That was the answer. Short and sweet. No, she didn't love her.


Not anymore.


So, the Quillettes and Bella left to scower the east coast. Jokes were made. Maybe Leah would imprint on the boy, a flash back of the previous occurrence of Jake and Nessie. Renesmee didn't even bother to say good-bye to Jake and her mother. They left. And didn't even ask for a good-bye. 

"Nessie, babe, ya gotta-"

"Don't call me that,"Renesmee growled. She was hidden in Bella's huge closet in the cottage, a place she hid as a child as her mother pretended to search for in the juvenile games they once played.

    Alice excepted this rebuff and left. Let the chips fall where they may.

But what about Master Cullen? He was no where to be seen. Had he left Renesmee too? She didn't care. She wanted to be alone. She wanted to be lonely. She wanted to die.
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I sat in the corner, waiting. Aro couldn't kill her. He wouldn't dare. Jane had been called into the throne room 3 days ago. Surely she was getting thirsty. When was the last time she drank? Too long ago.

"Why are you wasting your time? Come hunting." I heard Alec's beautiful voice call to me.

"Why don't you care?" I hissed.

"Of course I care. I just...you have to trust he won't hurt her. And if he does...there's nothing you can do about it." He was squatting beside me now, his warm breath on my shoulder. I brushed him away.

"Alec, do you love her?"

"Do you?"

I didn't know.
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"Edward, aren't you going to take Renesmee to school?" Esme crooned.

"Why is she even going to school?" he hissed. It had been 69 years since Bella left. The Cullens were once again attending Forks High School. They posed as the great-grandchildren of their former selves. Alice had a bit too much fun putting the makeup on them, the wigs, the clothes and of course, inventing their personality.  Edward wore a black curly wig, envisioned to be the hair of his great-great-grandfather, Charlie Swan, who was now deceased. Edward and Bella Cullen supposedly lived in Alaska now, and sent their two grandchildren (Edward  and Renesmee ) to Forks High.

They went by the same names. And did the same things.

No one even remembered the Cullen's, most families (Except for Mike and Jessica Newton) were deceased, so the alibis were not needed. No one asked, no one told.

Renesmee...did not grow as expected. She was still very young. She started growing slower a year or so after Bella left. She looked about 13. They assumed this was her full growth, and like Jane and Alice, she was just...small.  She attended the Jr. High School in Forks, Washington. Boys looked at her. Edward didn't even care.

The Cullen's had been affected by the recent events. Couples fought over it. Alice and Jasper split up over it. Was Bella right? Or Edward?

"I'll take her..." Esme sighed, resigned.

Edward retreated to the woods, where he could relax and just...sulk.
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"Get...!! Off!!!"I pried his arms off my neck and flipped him. His muscular body flew through the air. He caught himself, as agile as a cat, and smirked.

"Nice try," he laughed. He wrapped his arms around me and shuffled my hair with his big hands.

"Shut up, Alec. I can beat you any day. I sooooo let you win," I lied.

"Well, I can kick you as-"

"Boys," Aro crooned, and we both lowered to our knees. When his back was turned, we proceeded to snicker.

Jane smacked us behind the head, a shock to the both of us.

"Quit flirting like hopeless school girls and focus," she hissed. I stood. I towered over her now, I reached my full height. My green eyes, which Jane thought made me resemble a snake, glanced over her. I placed my hand under her chin, making her look me in the eye but she ripped herself away.

"Nah, uh, uh Jane. Remember, I'm your leader now." I had been bumped up in ranks. I could read minds like a pro and my invisibility was fun to play games on humans. Jane in the past...70 years?...had been relatively quite. She didn't open up to anyone. Ever since that day in the throne room with Aro...it changed her...something had.

   She growled at me and I hissed playfully back. Jane got more beautiful every day. I could swear by it. When I had the boys do her laundry, I shrunk her cloak a little every time. She was looking less like a child and more like a woman. Her breasts, small and round, palpable and possible, caused me to stare. Her little hips were sexy as the cloak hugged her firm ass. She was gorgeous in every way.



"Watch yourself," I hissed.

She just looked at me, the angry expression she always wore was there.

It never left her face, it never would. And I was...what? I looked at her. I felt something. It was in my head. Making me dizzy.


Was this love?
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The Cullens were in the house. Emmett and Jasper were in the living room, watching the game. Esme kept her cross-stitch in her hand. Alice sat opposite Jasper, never being able to look him in the face after their split. Rosalie sat on Emmett's lap, though the game was taking his attention, not his beloved. Carlisle was reading, his arm around his wife. Edward was just sitting, lifeless and sad. Renesmee was asleep after studying for a test, her head stuck in the AP Algebra book (a class she was failing).

    The house was still. Of course that was when the scream erupted.

It came from the forest, strong and scared. Her voice was silver,  the tinkling of silver bells, faintly akin to a fairies. She was being tortured was how it sounded and the air whipped through the sound, acting like a rag, muffling the sound.

    The Cullen's kept to the 2nd floor balcony to watch the girl twist through the sky onto the ground. Writhing in pain, she was seizing. You could smell the blood miles away, and the Cullen's were thirsty. Her white hair was covered in the crimson. Her skin and dress were the same color-a pure virgin white. Only a vampire could have skin that pale but why was the blood poking through her skin? Her veins?

    Esme screamed. "Help the poor dear!" Carlisle stared.

After a moment, the girl stopped squirming. She layed there, her chest rising and falling, her breaths ragged and hard. She looked around. The tears falling from her eyes dissipated onto the back of her hand. She sat up, then stood. She ran. and ran. Until she hit the wall.

It made a zzzzzzzzzzzzziiiiiiiiiihhhhhzzzz! sound as she hit it. It glowed, a blue color and she flew through the sky. She stopped again and stared and the tears started to form. "No," she mouthed. She tried to run at least 3 more times, and each time she hit the wall.

"Really?!!" she screamed,"Your leaving me here? To rot?!! Why?! Why me!!"she began to sob."Why meeeeeeeeeeeee!!!"her little voice boomed loud and clear, her misery was clear to all. The blood tangled in her hair made most hold there breath.

    All except brave Esme, who bolted down the stairs.

"Esme! Wait!"Carlisle screamed, chasing her. The Cullens followed in pursuit. Once on the ground, only Esme and Carlisle gingerly approached the girl, Edward a few paces behind. All others stayed on the porch.

Esme's foot slipped a step, hitting a branch, and the girl turned her head. Her eyes wide with fear, and her mouth slightly open, she reminded Edward of the one girl, from so many years ago. ...Bree, was it? Yes.

    The girl looked terrified. Her worst nightmare had come to life and she didn't even know the half of it. This poor human. Esme had little practice around them, would she restrain herself around the girl? Then suddenly the girl stopped, and stared. She was entirely still. Only her chest could be vaguely seen rising and falling with her breaths and her heart. She squinted to get a better look, and then wide again, then slits.

"Hi, sweetie," Esme whispered, exchanging a hand as if she were coaxing along a dog rather than a girl-or in her case human (or food).

"Hello," whispered the girl.

"Can we help you up?" Carlisle asked. She looked hesitant, then held out her bloody arm for him to take. He lifted her and she was shocked and clearly did not wish to be picked up.

"N-no!" she started to yell, but stopped her self. And for a moment, let herself sink into his arms. 


The girl was succumbing to the vampires.
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I was strolling down the hall, my cloak billowing behind me, like a robe of royalty.

"Afton,"I said to him in passing.

"Brother," he said. How cheesy.

I walked by rooms, each belonging to a member. Alec...Aro...Ja-

"Belt!" Her little voice whispered from behind the door. I turned and looked the blonde temptress in the face.

"Jane?" I asked.

"Shh!" she hissed.

I looked at her warily,"Why won't you come out from behind the door?"

"Come in!" she growled.

I gingerly stepped over the thresh hold into the witch's room. I was thoroughly...shocked.

My jaw dropped and my eyes bulged. Her room was painted that disgustingly dull grey that all our rooms were painted (by order of Aro's bride...ugh...mother). But posters littered the walls. Pretty women, boy bands, and other icons from across the globe where placed all over the walls. Fashion mags, letters in bright pink to seduce young girls into their lies. A poster of a muscular male hung over her bed and a layer of dust had collected from her fire gazed ignoring it.

Then, I looked at Jane. Whoa...

"How do I look?" She asked. She had on a little red dress, short and frilly and hung at her thighs (less hung and more pinched). It was a asemical dress, with one strap on her shoulder and a rose on her hip. Her cherry lips and eyes matched perfectly. Her blonde hair was piled on her head, no in the normal dictator bun but in an array of lovely curls.

"Where are you going?" I asked. Her smile fell.

"Volterra," she said, standing a little straighter.

"You know hunting there is forbidden,"

"I'm not hunting!...I'm-" her voice was so quite I couldn't hear.

"What?"

"I'm going to a ball!" she yelled, eyes on fire.

"Aro will never let you," I said with a wave of my hand.

"I know," she said, stepping closer, taking my hand,"That's why I need your help."
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Carlisle and the snow white girl sat in his office. He was patching up the scraps and bruises.

"You really don't need to do that, I'm fine," she said.

"It's for us, not you," he said. 

She just looked at him. "I've never seen vampires like you," she whispered.

"What!" Carlisle exclaimed, eyes wide. "Wha-how?!!"

"Relax, I studied you. But, your different."

"You studied vampires?" he asked

"Well...yeah. I'm mean, it's not that hard. There are schools dedicated to it. But, lets keep this our little secret, okay?"

Carlisle just smiled to himself, placing the last patch on her arm,"That may be for the better."

Chapter 2-Renesmee and the Toil at Her Feet

Chapter 2

The Toil at Her Feet

Of course, young Renesmee was beyond happy when her mother awoke. She sensed it. And when she sensed her leaving, she began throwing a fit. Wriggling from Jacob's arms, she fought piece by piece.

"Nessie,"he whispered,"shhh, sto-n0-baby gir-Nessie!" the child kept wriggling and when Jacob brought the girl back close to his tan, brawny chest, she only calmed down at his kiss. Her nose smelled the sweet smelling blood in his neck and she went for it, but Alice flew by and took the girl across the room.

"No, no, no, Renesmee. You can't bite Jacob's neck. That's a no-no," said the little pixie.

Renesmee proceeded to pout, jutting out her chin, squinting her eyes, and pursing her lips.

"Don't make that face,"said Rosalie taking her from Alice,"it'll stick." Renesmee continued on, until a prodding tickle from Rosalie came and she went into laughter. This child was born for a perfect life.
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I'm cold, I'm alone. That's all I remember. They left me here. Why? I got bits and pieces of information the next day, when my thoughts started making sense. Brown hair, long and strown, with a hint of red. Pale hands, very cold and strong, wrapped around me. Curly, wind-blown, bronze hair, and golden eyes. They didn't find me until months later, when Ellis Island was frozen with snow. They were like me, that much I knew.

"There's some one here..." one of them whispered.

"Within ear shot?" the leader asked. His dark brown hair was slicked back, and blended into his black cloak.

I held my breath, and pretended to be invisible. I didn't know about death, or that I could hurt, feel pain, but I knew that something wrong was going to happen. Call it intuition.

"...No, he just dropped of my radar. I-I don't know what happened-"

"Pity. Your powers are failing you?"asked the leader.

"No!-" cried the flustered female, but she was cut off.

"Enough! We will come back for it later." said the leader and they fled.




I was terrified.



But, I wanted them to find me.


I wanted my fate to be set already, damn it.



I wanted it bad.
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Little Renesmee Cullen, was scared. Because everyone was scared. Auntie Alice and Uncle Jasper had fled, Edward was unresponsive to her (and sometimes Bella), and mother was weeping dry tears this way and that. What was the child to make of this? The only thing that could possibly connect was the blonde woman in the thicket...

Jacob would protect her. Daddy would protect her. But the only one she could really count on was Momma, she was the only one who would die for her.
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When it was done, no blood was shed. She curled up in Jacob's chest, and let him engulf her.

"I love you, Nessie," he kissed her fluff of hair,"I always will."

She knew he would, but would she?
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"It was here."

"Are you sure of it?" asked the leader.

"...Y-yes...yes master,"said the female again. There was a faint scream, then a loud  whip of a crack, then it all appeared to be done. Was this death? What should I call this? I thought. The word I thought of in my mind was no word at all, I registered it with a darkness with red-tinge. And the scream, and the crack. That was death, I knew this much.

"I've found him, master," said a female. I opened my eyes and the blonde demon looked down on me, as if amused. She cocked her head.

"Good work, Jane,"the leader complimented her.

"Master," asked the girl, the one responding to the name Jane.

"Yes?" asked the leader.

"He is one of us, but has blood in his veins. The Cullens have lied to you, Master. They produced one more spawn. A boy. Come, look. It resembles them entirely! They have lied! To the Volturi! How dare they! I-"

"Calm yourself. No darling. The Cullens did not lie. Edward was under the protection of that charming wretch of a temptress, Bella. I did not see this. But, in search my dear friend, Carlisle's mind, he had no awareness of the baby. This only suggests one option," he prompted one of the men, ganglier and in a lighter robe to answer.

"That Edward knows, but the rest of the family doesn't?" he said in his ridiculously husky voice.

"Yeeees," said the leader, Aro, in his high pitched one. He kissed the gangly, husky sounding boy on both cheeks."We have a bright one among us!" Then Aro leaned over me, and I shrunk back, shrieking. I didn't want him touching me.

"No!" I screamed. My first word. I didn't have to time to be blind-sided by shock for my life may be on the line. I refused to close my eyes, for it was one of the things connected to the silence of the female.

"Shhhhhh," hissed Aro, his hands groping my face."Non voglio farti del male, tesoro," he whispered.

Why I let him touch me, I'll never know. But, I wouldn't be where I was now. I let him take me up in his arms. It had easily been 5 months since I was born. Since the bronze-haired golden-eyed man brought me here. I was very hungry. I didn't know what hungry was, but my throat burned when we got nearer to the city.

Italy was beautiful, and I was raised there. Sulpicia was glad she had a little babe to play with, but I rarely participated in the horribly juvenile games. Only when Aro commanded did I. My jumper was always a dark black, only later did I connect it meant I was high up in power ranks. We celebrated my birthday every 3 months, if you did the math that's what it came out to. On my 8th birthday, Aro insisted I be named.

"The boy's growing! He needs a proper name! What do you say, my darling?"

Sulpicia contemplated this, then smiled."Beltrano," she smiled,"A beautiful, Italian name."




So, I was named. I didn't have to like it. Honestly, I preferred boy. Belrano? I was supposed to answer to that? Why wasn't I named something normal? Like Edward?
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All the Cullen's blew out the candles on the birthday cake. They'd told everyone they'd moved, but they remained in the little town of Forks, Washington. How sickeningly quaint. Little Renesmee, now two years old, sat down. Everything about her was alert and intellectual. She smiled her little white smile. She, even though she looked around 9 or 10, was beautiful as a woman. Jacob noticed, but more often(since she was not a proper age to be attracted to by a man of his age) he was attracted to her mother. More than once had the two had romantic secretive walks on First Beach after dark (the treaty was soooo void). Edward noticed this and said nothing. But the unspoken anger and betrayal slipped into words, and the fights ensued.

And they argued, and argued. But it was never enough to break the bond the two had.





Or was it?



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It was after dark, and it was the usual time I began to wander the city. The large clock chimed twelve with its tinkling bells and I sighed.

"Hey," she said, coming out of no where. I pretended I wasn't startled and kept walking.

"Hey," she hissed. "HEY!!" She flipped me around angrily. "Boy!" she began,"Sorry, Beltrano." she growled.

"Don't call me that," I growled, kicking a rock and watching as it flew a good half-mile across the city.

"Your, lucky, ya know,"she said, avoiding eye contact,"I would give anything to be her favorite." She kept her eyes low, and a sad look-sadder than usual-kept locked on the ground.

"But, your Aro's favorite," I said, trying to pat her arm. She hissed defensively. It happens, you try not to take it personal. "I was his favorite until you came along."

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused. Jane was never this...open.

"You honestly don't know?" she hissed. "DO YOU?!" She frantically fought to grab my hands. She held them up. "Close your eyes!!"  she yelled.

I did as Jane commanded. Her hands were painfully cold on my wrists. I knew she felt my pulse. How was she not temped? My coursing blood...ugh, my own mouth was beginning to water.

"Slip away..." she mumbled in my ear, and I melted. Jane was beautiful...was it bad to have a little crush on her? She was amazing...at everything....She was the only one who ever put up a fight. Her red eyes, so full of raw anger and passion...they were beautiful. My disgusting green eyes...they should have been red.

    I began to melt. I was non existent. I pretended I was invisible and-

"And so you are."

Jane herself jumped at the voice. She kneeled before him and as did I. "Master," she crooned. Why couldn't she say my name that way? Aro, looked at Jane in a way I had never seen him look at her before. He took one finger and placed it under her chin. She looked at it, half scared and half defiant. He didn't even have to try to lift Jane off the ground and throw her in the air. She screamed, and Demetrius grabbed her throat the muffled the sound. He was also beautiful, the way he flew in, as if on air.

"Stop! Stop please!" I screamed,"Don't hurt her! Don't hurt Jane!" Alec studied me with weary eyes after I said this. Demetrius brought Jane to Aro, like a hunting dog to his master. His hand was an iron ring around her throat. I looked at her shoulder where the cloth was broken-he had bitten her.

    I knew the venom stung. Aro was teaching me to read minds. I wasn't bad-but I wasn't good. The first thing he showed me was not even his memory-but his wife's memory of being changed. I never looked at her the same way again.

    Jane gasped for air at Aro's feet. She didn't need it but it was uncomfortable.  And that damn venom...she would be crying all night. I felt sorry for Jane. And, as much as I may or may not have cared for her, I never felt sorry for Jane. She was too damn tough.

"You didn't need to tell him, Jane," Aro said, bending in half to meet her sprawled body on the gravel on the street.

"He needed to know," she growled,"master." He struck her across the face. She closed her eyes.

"I don't know...anything. What did she tell me?" I asked. The guard exchanged glances. Aro advanced a step more.

"Boy, you aren't honestly this stupid, are you?" it was an honest question. He wanted to know. 

"I don't understand," I whispered.

Aro sighed,"My boy," he said, taking my hand," you turn invisible"

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"Bella!No! No! Shut up and let me talk!" Edward screamed. Little Renesmee-now not so little-covered her ears. She was cowering in the corner of her room in the little wood land cottage.

"Edward, I sick of putting up with you! I should never have opened up to you! Ever!"

"Then why don't you go back to Jacob then and get it over with?!"

"Fine! He's better anyway!"

"Whoa-whoa. Hold up. Your having sex with him?"

"Jealous, much?"

"I'm not jealous of a whore. And if you claim rape, no one believes a slut who cries wolf. Huh. Ironic, isn't it?"

"Shut up, Edward!"

"And if he gets you pregnant-oh wait, he can't, can he?"

"Just get out of my life! Your a loser and a loner and a liar!"

"Bitch!" He slapped her across the face,"I have never lied to you!! Not once!" Edward's face was distorted by rage. By now, the little bronze-headed girl had slipped into the room, screaming and begging for them to stop only to be ignored. But, Edward stopped and looked at her.

"I've only lied to you once..." he whispered and then looked Bella straight in the eye,"You have a son."