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Magical Memory
By : 13Secrets
Category: Twilight Series > Het
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Disclaimer: I do not own or make any money from Twilight or this work of fanfiction.

Quick Chapter one up. Finished at two in the morning so unbeta-ed, but I am quite efficient at editing, if I do say so myself!

This has been put in the B/E category for now, and with good reason. But will be moved in a few chapters to its proper location. The fic doesn’t even show up if I don’t have some characters listed…

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Magical Memory

Chapter 1: The Start

September 16th, 2005

She was eighteen now, finally, but without the gift she had been longing for. An eternity with Edward.

And now she didn’t want that at all, either of those things. No Edward, and certainly not an eternity following after him and being a kept woman. Leaving her in the forest for her own good would be the last selfishly gracious act he did for her. The final thing he’d help her with, his final act of kindness.

Even if some vampire out there gracefully stumbled upon her and managed to change her, a forever long life wouldn’t be the most exciting to live alone. And it definitely wouldn’t make her existence to live with the bloodthirsty single-minded sire. But she would give anything to have the ability to hunt him down and take him apart like he was doing to her. At this point in time anyways…

Gasp! Bella attempted to keep it in, hold in the screams that were lodged in her throat, retain the evidence of the pain he’d caused and the splintering of the strings barely holding her seams together. A struggled moan shook her lips as she ground her teeth together. How dare I think like that? Edward loves me…

She fought with herself to rationalize his leaving, figure out a reason for his rash departure, and find him as quickly as possible. There had to be some way, and this want would be her driving force, her bandage to keep her from coming undone even more.

Before the searching crew had found her in the forest, she had seriously considered just laying there until the end of time. Or until she fell into a coma and wasted away. Or until she was killed. Maybe a bear would maul her; that’d be new.

But she quickly came to, and couldn’t return to her shock like state. She had to do something. Anything. Find someone to follow his scent, text message Alice as much as possible, search their names on the internet for any records of where they’d been and… Maybe go to Denali and…

Who knew?

But she figured it’d be best if she started close to home. He’d taken away every note, picture, and the embodiment of himself through the music he’d gifted her with just three days prior. And when she’d discovered this, the other version of reality that had been held at bay by her sudden burst of energy and determination stabbed it’s way back out with a vengeance, leaving her in a puddle of invisible blood. Blood she’d sacrifice giddily for the chance to see him again.

This was where she was now, lying on the floor of her bedroom and curled into a ball. She’d collapsed near her stereo with her final discovery. Or lack of. Pain wracked through her as the recession hit, dragging her back into the terror she’d been avoiding so dearly. I have to find him, fix this. She blamed herself, and whenever the self pity peeked it’s way into her thoughts, she would sink back in so fast her face was swimming in tears before she hit the cement, bed, grass, or shower floor.

He needed her to be stronger, and find a way to not be the weakling. Sometimes she thought that if she had already been a vampire, before they had come to Forks, he would have loved her more. But he likes me as a weakling.

Weakling. That word spurred her on, got her thinking clearly again. She wouldn’t be his weakling, his poor little Bella who needed his presence to breathe. Needed his companionship to have purpose. She was her own person before they met each other, and she was still, even if now she was torn in half.

That sting almost gripped her again in its merciless fist as she rose and made her way to the bathroom for a shower, a slight hunch as the only indication that something was wrong. She needed Charlie to believe she was all right enough to let her leave the house. She needed him to trust her enough to believe she’d actually come back without a search party.

The hunk of hard red metal known by anyone with ears shook to life, and gave its owner some much desired shade as she pulled the visors down. An unnaturally sunny afternoon greeted her when she left the house, and unexpected warmth bathed her when she climbed into the truck.

She pulled out of the driveway and drove in the direction of the school, knowing Charlie was watching her from the window. It made sense that he didn’t think it was wise for her to be driving so soon, and because he saw how easily and often she crumbled back into grief. It wouldn’t do well for him to find her in a ditch somewhere because of her sobbing.

It seemed like a good idea, to fake a trip to Forks High School and once out of sight turn on a few side streets and head to her real destination. But she figured she’d actually go to there and get the assignments she’d missed. And on her way back she’d stop at the grocery store for something to make for dinner.

She kept a low profile when she entered the main office, happy to know that all of the students were in their respective classes and not wandering about. She wouldn’t want to have to explain everything in a public place, especially when she had a hair trigger for depression lingering about, waiting for the next tear to show.

Mrs. Cope didn’t mask her concern at all. Not at all. She didn’t even try. After the fifth hug, and the second offer to come over to make her dinner Bella told her, “I’m fine. I’m actually heading off to Thriftway right now.”

“B-But I can-,” she stammered a bit before the door was closed and Bella hurried back to her car, lest the woman offer to drive her there herself.

The truck was waiting, and started back up hesitantly. Maybe it knew where she was going and knew it wasn’t a good idea for her to go. Or maybe it was just being it’s usual fifty-two-year-old Chevy self.

She turned onto 7th Avenue and headed for Bogachiel Way, driving slowly and taking her time. She needed to think this through. But she didn’t want to because then she would definitely end up in a ditch on the side of the road, head between her legs and hands holding her sides.

So instead she attempted to enjoy the dry autumn scenery. For a whole 5 minutes.

And then she made her way down the long woods surrounded path to probably the largest house in Forks. It should be called a manor. The Cullen Manor. It had a nice ring to it.

The empty driveway filled a little when she parked closest to the lawn, still in the pristine, freshly mowed state as it had always been. Even during the heaviest months of rain they would always keep it trimmed so nicely…

Bella walked around the car, eyeing the garage and wondering if anything was left in there. Maybe a tire, or a wrench from Rosalie’s tinkering.

She walked up to the large front door, and turned at the knob. It didn’t budge. She briefly contemplated kicking breaking a window, and then reconsidered. She’d most likely cut some really big vein in her arm and bleed to death in a few minutes. It would be so easy.

Recalling a toolbox Jacob left in the bed of the truck, she hoisted it out weakly, set it on the ground, and pulled out a hammer and a flat head screwdriver. Returning to the door, break-in devices in hand, she set to work. No thinking, no realizing this was illegal even for the Chief’s daughter, but just doing. Thoughtless planning and actions.

She hit the doorknob a few times with the blunt end of the hammer, and let it fall swiftly to the ground. The object rolled on the ground with a scraping noise for a few seconds before resting. The silence resumed and so did her work.

She made a quick job of unlocking the door by jimmying the screwdriver in the hole a bit. Her alter ego must have learned how to do this sometime in the past, because within a minute of starting, she was already pushing her way into the foyer.

Setting her tools down on the side table, she—

The side table? She looked down and sure enough, the same table where Edward would hastily toss his car keys was still there. Looking around Bella thought it almost looked as if no one had left at all. Most of the furniture remained, and all of the pictures and artwork she remembered were still hanging on the walls. Leaving the door open she walked in farther.

The living room was still full of stuff. Couches, stuffed chairs, the coffee table was there. But the video game consoles beneath the television recorded Emmett’s departure. The ajar closet door displaying the empty space stamped Alice’s removal, as Bella knew she didn’t go willingly. And the lack of any greenery whatsoever took away the motherly warmth that Esme created with her caring hands.

And the absence of a very big, very telltale piano was the final thing to really seal the deal on the Cullens quick and dirty exit. The last clue that she had ever had anything to do with Edward. She had no material proof of their relationship, their connection, and even though it was done to help her forget him, all it was really doing was encouraging her to get it all back.

What would she do if she found them? Him? Ask to rejoin their family? Ask them if she could go with them to wherever they were going? Ask for a better explanation?

Ask to not be treated like a child?

Enough of this! Too many questions that can’t be answered right now. She was going to end up standing there contemplating questions in her head for hours if she didn’t get a move on and…

And do what? Steal something? What am I actually here for? Why did she drive over here in the first place? She should be at the grocery store deciding between pork and chicken, not stealing things from the Cullen residence.

But now that she was here, and knew that there were things left behind, she’d poke around a bit. Maybe borrow something to take home with her. Maybe something with his scent would help her sleep better if last night was the best example of how she’d get through the nights. No dreams or nightmares would show up when he wasn’t there to hold her. No sleep at all. It was as if, along with all the other things he sneakily stole away from her, he took away the memory of his face as well. Even in nightmares it would have been welcome…

She trudged up the stares, noting the still filled walls and various rug-covered floors. Into Edward’s room she went and upon entering was greeting with the scent that she remembered too well but never did it justice. He didn’t smell too different from the rest of his family, but there was a slight difference. Maybe all of the hair products?

The leather couch was waiting for it as the inner battle began again. She rested her head on a decorative pillow and let the argument start up again. She didn’t have anything better to do. And if there ever was a time and place to mourn her lost love and family, it was now and in their recently broken into house. On the very couch she had slept on quite a few times. She could pretend, for now, that they were simply on a hunting trip.

The tears formed again, and although the scent that she had so longed to smell again was surrounding her, she still suffered. She couldn’t place a living Edward to his aura that filled this room. The smoke, but no fire.

Her vision blurred, she looked along the intricate shelf work that once held decades of music. It was really complicated, and had flowed so nicely to house the big records all the way to the eight tracks and cassettes, and finally to the compact discs. The older recorded works were in a box, most likely too ancient to work with modern electricity. Most likely from the early 1900s, or sooner.

As she cried, she didn’t notice that she was actually crying out, shouting and wailing terribly. Despite the calm section of her mind that was analyzing the room and the remnants of its former contents, the largest part was having a full on musket fight, pulling out all the stops and causing a riot to breakout once more in her midsection. She was blinded with streaks of pain as the hurt Bella took over, giving the strength a rest. She needed to cry this out.

The combination of whimpers and howls didn’t go unnoticed. Someone was in the adjacent woods, back from a quick hunt and wondering why Isabella Swan broke into his house.
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Magical Memory	By : 13Secrets Category: Twilight Series > Het Views: 3313 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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