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❛   –    sometimes  it  is  necessary ,  to  keep  one  safe .  ❜

     Edward knew that Bella didn’t share the same beliefs that he did, had the knowledge that he had. Edward had practically been raised by Carlisle, and in doing so, his beliefs were instilled in him, and by all accounts, the patriarch believed that vampires were damned souls for the sins that they committed. The sin that they were solely for existing without a soul in the eyes of God.  Edward grew frustrated easily, thus, his brows furrowed and he stared into Bella’s warm, brown eyes. A color that would disappear forever if she were to be turned into a monster like him. “But you won’t look the way you do now.” 

   “Your little one is ever so sweet, and such an interesting creature as well,” Benjamin’s gaze was on Renesme and Edward at the piano, the latter teaching the former presumably how to play a tune. It was a sight that pulled at his heartstrings and made him miss his own mortal family from so long ago. “How nice it must be to have been able to produce a child before you could no longer. I can’t even imagine how strong the connection between you three must be.” 

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WAS  IT  TRULY  SUCH  A  CRIME  ?  really  ,  alice  couldn’t  be  blamed .  eternity  passed  with  a  blink  of  the  eye ,  with  its f changing  fads .  to   her  defense ,  she  was  far  to  busy  infiltrating  fashion  houses  and  getting  her  hands  on  the  latest  apple  product ,  but  it  seemed  she  had  missed  out  on  something  crucial ;  or  something  crucial  to  bella .  so  now  she  had  been  forcibly  plopped  onto  the  couch  at  charlie’s , and  was  being  made  to  watch  pride  and  prejudice . 

she’d  read  the  book  of  course ,  in  under  an  hour .  a  book  that  adorned  nearly  every  english  syllabus  in  the  country .  but  not  the  movie ,  unfortunately  films  tended  to  fly  under  her  radar ,  these  days ,  after  the  exciting  explosion  of  the  golden  age  of  the  silver  screen .  ❛     –     and  you’ve  seen  this  movie  how  many  times  again  ?  ❜  / @coldshield |   starter call

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          Charlie wished that he could convince Bella to be more careful. To tell her just how young and naive she could be when she was only a child. Charlie had fallen headfirst into a marriage that was doomed and just happened to create and gain one of the best things in his life from one of the worst, but there was no telling what would come of a marriage to the boy who had hurt his daughter so badly that she couldn’t sleep without screaming. Instead, Charlie gave up his position, knowing that even if it destroyed her in the end, at least she was doing what she thought would make her happy, and Charlie would never stand in the way of Bella’s happiness. Even if he had to pick up the pieces later down the road. “You know I would go crazy without you, Bells.” 

    “Hey vampire girl!” Emily greeted the younger woman with a smile, handing the boys a plate piled high with muffins before shooing them away so she could speak to her less familiar guest. “It looks like they aren’t feeding you anything over there, good thing I saved you a few of your own.” Passing a few muffins across the table to Bella, Emily offered her a smile, “How’s it been on the cold side?” 

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    Alice may not be a mind reader like her brother but she could tell that Bella’s mind was going a mile a minute. Just like she didn’t need to be an empath like her Jasper to feel that Bella was a mess. A heavy sigh escapes from her lips as she moves so she could sit at her side. She reaches for her hand and gives it the most gentle squeeze that she could muster. “Of course I’ll stay with you, Bella. You didn’t even have to ask. As for Edward he should be back soon.” she wasn’t entirely sure how soon it would be but it was soon. “I’d offer to paint your nails but I’m entirely sure you don’t own the colors I need.” she bumps her shoulder gently against her, trying to lighten her friend’s mood. Needing her to just relax even if it was just for a few minutes.

Johanna nodded in understanding, grasping Bella’s hand softly back. There were things in her past, she too, liked to keep to herself (her horrid attack and transformation into a vampire for one, all those innocent families she had slaughtered when she went hunting with Maria). She felt some relief knowing that no one really knew about her past - save for Edward when she wasn’t careful and he chose to dwell deep into her mind - but she still hadn’t been able to help herself from prying into the past of others by using her gift.

                                          “I don’t go ‘round tellin’ others what I’ve seen, if that’s any assurance to you.” Johanna replied truthfully, feeling a bit more encouraged to look Bella in the eye. “Not unless somethin’ I saw makes the person a threat to my family … but I think you’re safe.” She giggled a sweet laugh as she tried to uplift the mood by cracking a joke, her shyness merely making her laugh all the more infectious.

      “You were always a Cullen. The moment you and Eddy got serious was the moment you became a Cullen in my eyes.” Emmett wrapped his hand around Bella’s and placed the other upon her waist and began to ever so slowly spin them around. “It’s more likely that’d I break your foot, but I won’t ‘cause I’m the most graceful dancer in the family,” He wasn’t really, not even a little, but his little sister used to love dancing with him so the skill kind of transposed when he was turned. 

          Edward hadn’t felt a warm touch since his mother had died; Bella’s soft, delicate, and most importantly, human touch, was reminiscent to his mother’s last touch, of a hand upon his inflamed forehead, and thus, reminiscent of the last thing Edward remembered of his humanity. Bella is what kept him attached to what was left. He still couldn’t understand her perspective, she was an enigma to him and it made him fall for her more and more each day. “So eager for death, so eager to be damned,” Edward murmured, brushing his icy fingertips along her cheekbones. “In all technicality, I am older than you by give or take a hundred years.” 

    Out of all the places in the world, Carlisle couldn’t say he understood Bella’s choice of staying within the States, apart from the fact that then she could have some semblance of closeness with her mortal family. They could’ve gone to England, to a more overcast town with a bustling marketplace, or Siberia, since the cold wouldn’t bother any of them anymore. New York had always been nice, in the patriarch’s opinion, a beautiful state with brillance hidden amongst the populace. A mundane place, of course, but Carlisle was sure that they’d settle happily. “Of course she doesn’t, and we can explain it in due time. We will return, I assure you–nowhere has been home quite like Forks has been for any of us.” 

Johanna might not have had her brother’s ability to sense emotions, or Edward’s mind-reading ability, but she could tell by the tone of Bella’s voice that she wasn’t fond of the idea of someone prying in on her past. A wave of guilt immediately consumed the vampire’s dead veins. Johanna’s expression turned sorrowful. She hadn’t meant to invade Bella’s privacy, it was only curiosity that drove Johanna to take a glimpse into her past (even if it meant seeing the whole past and not being able to choose snippets).

                                  “Yeah …” Johanna released a breathy chuckle: one that was undeniably forced and fueled by anxiety, “… sometimes I am.” Her attempt at a smile faltered along with her gaze in a shameful manner. If only if it were possible to unsee the memories she had seen: those she didn’t want to see and those she didn’t mean to see. “I’m sorry if I saw anythin’ you didn’t want me to see.” Johanna apologized, her sweet tone as low as her gaze. “I was just curious. It makes me feel … safe seein’ an idea of who a person really is.”