Hey, guys! This chappie is a little odd to me, but I hope you still like it. :) I have a pretty good idea of how this story is going to go, so hopefully, it will get WAY better. Enjoy xD
Chapter 5:
Memories and Savior
"Bella? Bella, honey, where are you?" My mother's worried voice carried across the meadow towards me.
"Over here, mama!" My mother rounded the tree into my hiding place; my meadow. The flowers were tall and blooming, birds chirping in the surrounding trees.
"There you are!" She exclaimed. Her eyes bright, she gently glided over to me before picking me up and spinning me around. I giggled.
"Why are you out here all by yourself? Are you not lonely?" She teased.
"Nope!" I was laughing, so carefree. "I like it here." She raised an eyebrow playfully. "And I like catching the butterflies," I gushed. It was my mother's turn to laugh.
"Well, honey," she started, "that doesn't mean you should come all this way by yourself. You should have asked someone to come with you." She seemed to think for a moment. "What about Alice?"
I crinkled my nose. "She thinks the outdoors is gross." My mother's laughter tinkled throughout the open space.
"Okay, little one. Let's get back now, it's almost supper time." She took my little hand, leading me away from my favorite place in the whole wide world.
"Hey!" I turned to see a small boy about my age with long black hair trailing down to his chin.
"Hey what?" I asked, confused.
"That was my mud stack! It took me forever to find it!" he whined.
I looked down at the mud I snatched in my hands. "Oh. I'm sorry." I could feel my face getting hot. He huffed, holding out his hands with a pout on his babyish face. I lifted my arms and dropped the wet dirt into his palms.
We were standing in the yard of what my father had told me was Mr. Black's.
"You're really good, you know," I said, trying to get my blush to calm down.
He gave me a questioning glare. "Good?"
"Yeah," I said, my childish voice taking over.
"About what?"
I swallowed nervously. "About finding mud. I couldn't find any. I thought I did, but it was yours." I gave a sheepish grin. "Sorry."
"Oh," he finally mumbled.
He surprised me when he yelped. I looked over to him, only to see the mud I had given him splattered at his feet and clutching his hand.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"You put a splinter in it!" he cried. "You're mean!"
"Huh? No I didn't!" He continued to glare at me. "Fine," I huffed. "If I help you get it out, will you not be mad anymore?"
He shrugged before saying, "I guess…"
I grabbed his good hand, leading him to the house. "What are you doing?" he asked.
I ignored him, marching him through the door. I spotted my parents and Mr. Black. I held back my embarrassment of interrupting them talking and took him to my mother.
"Momma? Can you help?" I held out his hand to her, pointing at the splinter. She smiled, taking his hand into hers.
I could hear the boy almost whimpering and I patted his shoulder. "Don't worry," I reassured. "She won't make it hurt."
He sniffed, looking at me. After nodding, my mother gently removed the piece of wood.
"See!" I exclaimed. He held up his hand, looking at it in wonder.
"You guys can go back outside if you want," the Mr. Black said.
I smiled and ran back outside. When I reached a tree, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Thanks," said the boy when I turned around.
"You're welcome."
Then he suddenly smiled. He began to stand straighter, holding out his hand. He was attempting to look professional. I smiled and shook it.
"I'm Bella," I said.
"Jake," he replied.
With both of us still grinning, he lead me back to his pile of mud, handing me some. When I asked why, he just shook his head, declaring we were about to have a mud pie war. My grin widened.
I was crying. I was crying hard, and I couldn't stop. My father held me, telling me it would be alright, but I knew he was just trying to make me feel better. It would never be alright. I knew it wouldn't. It couldn't.
My mother was pronounced dead. She had been in the garden while I was in my meadow, the sun disappearing behind the horizon, when I heard her scream. Not thinking, I ran. I ran towards her voice, wanting more than anything for it to just be my imagination. But it wasn't, and I knew it.
I saw a man, hunched over her body on the ground. I couldn't see his face, but it was hovering above my mother's neck. My eyes, wide and scared, darted to my mother and I saw that she wasn't moving. At all. Something red was surrounding her on the ground, and I realized what it was: blood.
My breathing hitched, and the man snapped his head towards me. It was too dark to see him clearly, but once he spotted me, he ran. That's when I fainted and woke up in my room, my father at my side.
As I cried, he told me it had been the work of an assassin.
I believed him.
"Bella!" Someone was calling my name, but I chose to ignore it. "Bella, come on, wake up!" Stop calling me…
I felt something soft brush my face, but I couldn't move. It was weird. My mind was conscious, but my body wasn't.
"Bella?" The voice was beginning to grow panicked now, full of despair. It took me a minute to realize that I knew that voice. It was now strangled with grief, but if I concentrated hard enough, I could just place it. Edward?
Something shook my shoulder. "Bella?! Open your eyes, Bella, please!" What was Edward doing here? Where was I? Last thing I remembered was… Oh no.
I panicked. I must have died!
My eyelids fluttered, finally opening. The sun was bright, and I had to squint too look up in front of me. What I saw surprised me to no return.
Edward, in all his messy haired glory, was leaning over me, his face inches from mine. His eyes were full of worry, staring straight into mine.
My heart stuttered.
"Bella? Can you hear me? Are you alright?" His voice held even more concern than his eyes.
"E-Edward? What are you doing here?" My voice sounded hoarse and I could feel my blush rising again. Did it ever fail to embarrass me?
Edward sighed in relief, hanging his head. The movement caused his face to come ever closer to mine. I couldn't breathe.
"Bella," he sighed, his breath fanning my face. "Are you crazy!?" What?
Why the sudden mood change? Is he suffering from bipolar symptoms?
"You could have gotten yourself killed!" He looked furious, and all I wanted to do was have some special ability to melt away into the ground, hidden from his view.
"I…umm…"
"How could you have been so unobservant?" he yelled. "Do you want to die at a young age?"
As if his harsh words were the key to my composure, I began to cry. I cried for myself, I cried for my mother, and I cried from not being able to do anything about the assassin. I even cried for Edward and his father. I never felt so vulnerable.
"Bella?" Edward asked gently, startled by my tears.
"I-I'm s-sorry. I didn't s-see the wagon, I-I swear." I couldn't see past my tears now.
"Bella," he whispered gently. I was beyond shocked when his fingers captured my tears, wiping them from my face. I hiccupped.
I could see him more clearly now with most of my tears out of the way. Edward was smiling gently at me, although his worry was still plain in his eyes.
"ISABELLA MARIE SWAN!"
"Oh no," I groaned.
Edward looked up, searching for the owner of the one who had called my name. If only he knew.
"You should run," I warned him.
He looked back down at me, confused. "What?"
I sighed, exasperated. Then I saw a flash of a tiny, midget looking thing with short black hair in my peripherals, and I knew it was over. "Too late…"
"BELLA!" Alice screamed. Her face was purple and she was gasping for breath. Either she was really, really upset, or she had just ran a marathon. Guessing by the distance she must have chased me, I chose both.
"WHAT THE HECK IS WITH YOU? I LOOK AWAY FOR ONE SECOND, ONE SECOND, AND THE NEXT THING I KNOW, YOU ARE HALFWAY DOWN THE STREET WITH JAKE AND JASPER… JASPER!" Alice was panting for breath, clearly over doing herself. Her head spun around, looking for the familiar blond head.
"Alice, calm down."
She whipped her face back to me, pointing at me with a death glare. If looks could kill. She looked as dangerous as a pixie could look.
"You," she shot. "Do not tell me to calm down." Her voice was threatening, but at least not screaming at me. "You just almost died, don't you dare tell me to calm down!"
I quickly took in my surroundings, immediately noticing I was lying on the side of the road. I didn't remember getting out of the way…
I couldn't see Jake or Jasper anywhere and figured they had gotten away without realizing my dilemma. It warmed my heart to know I could have just died, and they were still running from Alice. I felt a drop land on my arm, alerting me it was about to rain. Geez, clouds sure do move fast.
People were surrounding us, talking urgently and asking others what had happened. I could only catch little tad bits here and there.
"…Girl walked right in front of it…"
"Didn't even see it coming…"
"…If it weren't for that boy, who knows what would have happened."
Boy? Edward?
I felt Edward sitting up and saw Alice look at him. She must have just seen him, she was so upset.
"Oh my god, Edward!" Alice exclaimed. "You are so amazing, thank you so much!" Her eyes spilled tears and rushed over to us, attempting to hug us both at once.
"Hey! Girl!" A man called. He was big, and I mean big. I would bet that even his muscles had muscles. A tall blond woman was walking along side him, her mouth a sneer. They were absolutely beautiful, beyond a doubt. They each had bright, golden eyes, almost like copper. "You should watch where you're going, I could have hit you!"
I looked at Edward, expecting the worse. His jaw was rigid tight, his hands clenched in fists at his sides. He stepped close to the man, his body coming face to face with him. I glanced toward Alice and I think I saw her gulp.
"What is your problem?" Edward said. "Thanks to you, Bella could have died!"
I saw the blond woman look Edward up and down, containing my anger. The muscle man held out his hand; a peace offering. I wished with all my heart that Edward would take it. As much as Edward was built, I doubted his ability to take down this man.
"Look, I didn't see her, but she should have been a bit more careful."
Edward face grew dangerously grave. I tried to get up, but gasped when I felt how much my head hurt.
Edward must have heard me, for he was instantly at my side. "Don't try to get up," he whispered to me. I looked into his eyes, and they were smiling warmly at me. "I don't want you to hurt yourself. I'll take you home."
The air flew out of me when he picked me up, bridal style, carrying me away from the scene. Alice was staring open mouthed, and began to follow.
"No, Alice," I said. "Stay here and tell Jasper and…Jake that I went home." She looked awed, but nodded her head.
Edward cradled me to his chest, my head resting on his shoulder. I closed my eyes, not wanting to throw up from the movement in my head.
"Let me apologize," I heard the big man plead. I felt Edward stop, his breath tickling the top of my scalp.
I opened my eyes slowly, looking at the man.
"I'm Emmett, and this is my wife, Rosalie." He gestured to the blond who looked coldly back at me.
"Hello," I said back in a small voice. Their golden eyes mesmerized me.
"I wanted to apologize to you, miss…?"
"Bella."
"Miss Bella." He smiled at me, showing cute little dimples in the side of his cheeks. It wasn't something I would expect him being capable of.
I smiled back. "It's okay, I wasn't paying attention." Edward's arms tightened around me. I was willing to bet I wasn't very light. I tried to disengage myself and just walk, but he tightened his hold even more.
"Edward, you can put me down now, I'm fine." I was beginning to feel self conscious.
"Don't be ridiculous."
I sighed.
I smiled halfheartedly at the couple as Edward began carrying me home.
Thanks for reading you guys! :D I decided to make it more interesting by adding some vamps! Obviously, you probably noticed. :) If not, well... I just told you. xD Again, this chapter was a bit wierd to me, but I hope to update again soon.
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