Bella’s happily ever after lasted two days. This is Bella’s own account of what happened after Breaking Dawn, her growing understanding of her powers, her battle to remain with the man she loves, finding her place in her new family, and the ever-present threat of the Volturi.
New posting Chapter 55 - Postscript
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From the moment I walked through the door I could feel his eyes on me. Boring into me, owning me, watching even the minutest move I made.
I thought that I’d lose this intuition when I became a vampire. But in reality it had just got stronger along with everything else.
I thought for a moment about the one big change that my transformation had made, my thirst. Although I was still young, and the thirst for blood should be overwhelming, I had been able to handle it from the first moment I awoke in my new life. No one knew why that was. I could cope with human scents even up close, when I should have wanted to drink them dry. The scent caused me physical pain, an intense burning from my nostrils all down my throat, and feeling my throat squeezing tight with the dryness. But it was bearable. This was unusual for a new born. My kind usual manage this much control after a few years. But even with my self control the thirst was still there, the longing for something to put out the dryness.
My mind churned again. My mind could think of so many things at once. The dryness was always one of my thoughts, sometimes near the surface, then moving back into the background. I could keep all the thoughts in my mind -- juggling two, five, ten thoughts in parallel -- but never mixing them. Like watching ten TV channels at once. Another vampire trait.
Maybe I was just being paranoid. Maybe there was no one looking at me. I still hated attention just as I’d done as a human, I still shied away from it. I was just letting my imagination run away with me again. No one was looking at me. But I could hear his heartbeat six feet to my left, slightly behind where I was standing. He was sitting on a chair next to the loveseat. He was close enough to feel the warmth of his skin in the cool of the morning air. I could smell the strong scent of the skin pouch he wore round his neck. A smell that forced out every lesser smell from that part of the room, like a car headlamp blinding out a flashlight. It was not just the animal fur with its heavy notes that I could smell, but what was inside it. The herbs and berries that it contained, each type giving a new harmony to the smell. Some sharp, some sweet. Some I knew -- citrus, juniper, cinnamon -- some I had no words for.
Maybe he was just looking at Nessie like everyone else in the room. My four month old daughter was reciting a poem for her audience in her beautiful childish voice, complete with dramatic pauses and carefully characterized accents for the speeches. She was a very advanced four month old. She looked more like a small four year old, but she would have been counted as a genius in any preschool. This was because she was half vampire and half human, and of course could never be allowed in preschool. Her brown hair, with a tinge of bronze that came from Edward, fell down her back in beautiful curls. Her eyes were a warm milk chocolate color that had been mine when I was human, and were now excited by the attention she was receiving. Her complexion was pale with a healthy pink glow of excitement. We knew now that her rate of growth and progress would slow and she would be fully mature in another 6 and half years, and then live forever. We’d learned this from Nahuel only two days before. My dark worries of losing Nessie had vanished. We’d thought we would have to watch our daughter grow old and die in fifteen short years, and we would mourn her for ever.
I didn’t look to check if I was right about Nahuel and his staring. I had caught his eye only once that morning, when we came in and gave the usual greeting to our family and their two remaining guests.
I still didn’t understand why these guest were still here. Yes, I was grateful to them, especially him. So grateful it hurt. He had saved us all: my daughter, my husband, my vampire family, my wolf friends, and me. And he put himself and his father and his sisters in danger. How could I not be grateful to him. We all were.
I’d asked Edward twice why they had not left with the other guests after the standoff with the Volturi. The first time was after the celebrations when all the other guests had left and we had taken Nessie back to our cottage to sleep in her own bed. This was the first day that we’d met them, the first day of the stares. Edward had given his answer, saying Nahuel was so glad to know that a family like ours could exist. A family with a half vampire child, the only one Nahuel knew of that was not related to him, and a surviving mother. Nahuel’s mother died in child birth and so did the mothers of his half sisters.
It is rare to find a vampire who would want a physical relationship with a human woman, even rarer to find a women who survived such an encounter. Her life could end at any moment if he did not concentrate fully on keeping her alive. And what about the outcome of such an encounter? Mortals are not compatible with half vampire babies, the babies are so much stronger than the women. I had only survived thanks to the care given to me by my vampire family and because Edward changed me into a vampire as soon as the baby was out. The memories of this violent birth were now dimming for me. The vampire venom had mended the terrible damage and left me whole, strong, and beautiful.
According to Edward, Nahuel had spent his long life, over 150 years, thinking he must be evil to the core to have killed his mother. But seeing me set him free from his guilt. He now blamed his father for not caring for his mother as Edward had for me, and for not changing her when Nahuel ripped his way out of her.
The second time I’d asked Edward why Nahuel and his aunt (a full vampire) were still with us, Edward said that they wanted to learn more about our vegetarian lifestyle. This was how we liked to describe our abnormal hunting habits in the Cullen family. Unlike other vampires we only hunted animals, not humans. This gave us distinctive golden eyes which intrigued the normal red-eyed vampires. When I asked this second time, it was not what Edward had said that set me thinking but the way he said it. If I wasn’t his wife and didn’t know him so well I would not have noticed the slight tightening of his straight shoulders under his tan colored jumper, and that he was holding his perfect jaw a eighth of an inch higher than normal. He was lying to me.
Edward lied a lot. He had to. When you can read the minds of everyone in a mile radius then you have to lie to appear normal. You have to learn to ignore the thoughts most of the time. You have to answer only the questions people say out loud and not all the far-reaching ones they think in their heads but don’t dare ask. Edward also felt he must not betray confidences of those around him. It was not as though he could stop hearing thoughts if he wanted to, and not as if people could stop thinking when he was around, so he just didn’t pass these thoughts on. I was a shield which meant that he could not read my mind, not even when I was only human. Now that I was a vampire I had learned to remove my shield if I wanted, but I could only do so for a few moments at a time and even then it was exhausting work.
But why would he lie to me about why Nahuel and Huilen were still here? We had just made it through the worst danger imaginable: the whole of the Volturi forces lined up against us, the judges, jury and executioners of the vampire world. We had survived that, so what now? What was he covering up? Surely we had to have a break from peril sometime.
Maybe bad luck was something that I’d brought with me into this life. Since I met Edward as a human I had always had bad luck. My life before Edward, before my return to Forks to live with my Dad, Charlie, was a quiet life in the big city of Phoenix with my Mom, Renée. The memory of this former life was becoming hazy, almost a pre life to my human life, as if I was now in my third life, not my second. I’d had too much on my mind to sit down and think about it, though that was the only way my family said that I would remember it for the future. As I remembered it now, it was a happy but lonely time of looking after my hair-brained mother and being the adult in the relationship even though I was the child. She didn’t need to be looked after in a physical way but in an emotional one, helping her to organize and control her life. I was the one who made sure we went to the store when we needed groceries and that we went to the bank when the bills needed to be paid. In many ways you could say I was her keeper rather than her daughter. This role was taken by Phil, her husband of nearly three years.
I argued with myself that I had already brought my shield through to my vampire life along with my strange ability for self control. I was sure that I could not have brought anything else. I had left my clumsiness behind, which was a truly good thing. I now moved so fast and was so strong that if I was clumsy lots of things would get broken. Not just inanimate objects, but living things. Even people.
I looked over at Edward, to keep my eye from straying to Nahuel. His beauty never failed to amaze me. He was stunning. His eyes were a warm amber color. But this morning more like stone than liquid. Something was bugging him. No doubt he was hearing things he didn’t like. His face muscles twitched slightly and his teeth locked together noiselessly. His smile remained, a facade to keep the others away from his upset within. I had no idea what he had heard or who it was that was having these thoughts, but my mind turned to Nahuel again, though I didn’t let my eyes follow. Edward would tell me when it was right and certainly not in the middle of this gathering.
Edward applauded when Nessie came to the end of her poem, pride now on his face. I felt a jolt of joy at his pride. I was proud of her, naturally, and applauded loudly too. But to have him so in awe of her gave me such a feeling of belonging. I had, in the end, been able to give him something so worthwhile. A daughter, our miracle. It made up for the lack of balance in our relationship. He had given me everything: his love, his life, my new life, money, possessions, a home, a car, a family. But the one thing that that he had never imagined, that none of our vampire family had thought possible, came from me. She was a delight to them all, and especially Edward.
It was only as I turned away from Nessie’s performance that I noticed Alice was staring into thin air, her eyes out of focus, completely still. I knew she was seeing something. My sister’s ability to see into the future was enviable. It had made her top of the Volturi’s list for acquisitions. It was this ability that had saved the family and herself many times over. The future she saw was only one of the possible outcomes. If decisions that had been made were changed then what she saw would change.
“Demetri is coming,” she said simply in a clear chiming voice, not altering her stance at all. “Aro has decided. He will follow Carlisle to us.”
Carlisle was at her side in an instant. “But why?” he whispered. “Why now?”.
The image of the the Volturi tracker was instantly in my mind. It was not possible for anyone normal to run from Demetri. He had a gift for finding them. But this gift needed access to someone’s mind, and it was something I could block with my shield. As well as being a tracker, Demetri was a warrior, with centuries of experience working with the Volturi.
“But why, Alice?” he asked again.
Alice had gone back into her trance. This time it took her over a minute to come round. “He comes only to observe,” she said with a little relief in her voice. “Aro will order him to stay with us and just observe. He is to watch Nessie grow for Aro and to find out more about the wolves for Caius. He is to cause us no trouble. He will be ordered to hunt like us. Aro wants to see how this will change his character. He is report back regularly by letter. This order will be made at full council the day after tomorrow. He will arrive three days after that.”
She looked around the stunned room.
“Please look for more,” Carlisle urged her.
“Demetri will bring a note with him from Aro but they know that I can see what it says so you will be forewarned. Aro is staring at it so that I can read it...
My Dearest Friend Carlisle,
I am sending my dear one Demetri to visit you as an emissary. I feel that our last meeting left a rift between us which I want to close. I have asked Demetri to learn about your life style and your beloved granddaughter so that we may better understand each other in future.
I ask you to take Demetri into your hearts and your home, and to this end I will ask him to make himself useful to you and cause you no trouble. Please use him as a son.
Yours in friendship,
Carlisle looked aghast. “Is there more?” he said, shaking his head.
Her face returned to the distant mask, but seconds later disgust was clear on it. She came back to the present again shaking her head. “Uh, that is so gross”.
“I saw part of the inner council meeting that was only the family, no guard. It is so gross.” she said, hardly able to speak for revulsion. “Aro says he wishes to watch a half vampire child develop first hand. He says that he will order Demetri to try to father a child when he has returned from his visit. He laughs and says that he may have learned some restraint from us. The mother is to be the only human they trust, their administrator Gina. They will promise her immortality if she successfully gives birth, but she has no choice. If she says no, she’s lunch. He says it will be a great honor for Demetri to father a child to be brought up and studied in Volterra. Caius is against the idea, the decision will be put off until a later date... I can’t see further than that, I’m not attuned to them, I can’t see so far ahead into their futures, I can’t see if she will become pregnant or if they will kill her, it is many months away, it may change.”
There was stunned silence.
All the joy after the last successful encounter with the Volturi was gone.
Then the speculation started. Alice could see the event but not the motivation behind it. It boiled down to three simple questions: why this? why now? and why Demetri? A dozen answers to each question came from the gathered family. The most likely answer was that they wanted to catch us doing something against the rules as soon as possible, and Demetri can stand up for himself.
The others gave little thought to the planned baby. It was beyond the immediate worry and didn’t affect us personally. But my mind was on Gina and how I could help her. I had only just survived my own pregnancy and I had had good medical care and love from all my family. I felt cold, cold to the heart.
Had I started some new vampire fashion? Would lots of vampire males want to father children? And what of the vampire females, would they want to become stepmothers? I thought of the loss of human life. I thought of Gina.
I found myself a spot on the floor and sat there still, shocked, horrified.
The discussion went on for nearly an hour, until Carlisle looked at the clock and said that he had to go for his shift at the hospital.
He turned to our guests, “Nahuel, Huilen. It may be best if you were not here when Demetri comes to call. I do not wish to ask you to leave but for your own safety I must ask you to think about what you want to do. You know you have our thanks for what you have done for us, and I owe you for the safety of all my family. You are welcome here at any normal time.”
It was Huilen who spoke this time. She spoke simply in her heavy accent. “We will leave before he arrives.”
Carlisle smiled warmly at her. “That is for the best. We can visit you before long, and maybe meet Nahuel’s sisters if that is possible.”
The others continued to speculate after Carlisle had gone, Emmett debating with Jasper the possibility of beating Demetri in a fight. Jasper thought that if there were several of us it may be possible, but it would only bring the rest of the guard down on us, a battle which we would not win this time.
Alice touched me lightly on the arm, tutting at my pants and jumper combination. My favorite sister was never happy with my lack of fashion sense. But she could see the future, and would have known the day before about this particular lapse of mine. I thought to myself that I would suggest to her that she warns me in advance next time, so that I don’t disappoint her again.
“You know, I thought you would have learned a little by now Bella,” she chided quietly. “I will just have to take you back to your cottage and show you how to match up those pants myself. I didn’t spend weeks putting together your wardrobe for you to use it like this.”
That morning I must have really gotten under her skin. How could she care so much about fashion when she’d just given us the news about Demetri? Really. It made no sense.
I looked down at my outfit. It didn’t look that bad to me. I’d made sure that some of the threads in the jumper were exactly the same tone as the pants, but if it made her happy we could be home and back in a very short time. A few minutes out of the house would do me some good.
“Edward,” she chimed. “I’m taking Bella back to your cottage, can you look after Nessie by yourself?” The look on her face one of great effort.
He smiled warmly at her. “By myself? I don’t think that I will ever be allowed to look after Nessie by myself. She has too many fans for that.” He looked quizzically at her while he made his answer, as if they were having another inaudible conversation but failing to understand each other.
It was true. Most of the room were watching Nessie again, just waiting to see what she would do next, fascinated by her. Her Aunt Rose and Grandma Esme sat on the floor with her.
“We’ll see you soon,” Alice chimed again, wincing with effort, like a small child trying to remember a really difficult times table sum.
As soon as she said this I looked around the gathering to smile a normal goodbye. Then I saw him, Nahuel. He was staring at me. Staring at me with total adoration in his eyes as if I were the only thing he could see in the world. The only thing he had ever seen. Like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time.
Oh no... no please no, I screamed inside my head. My face turned from a smile to sheer dread, his calm face turning from adoration to puzzlement at my expression.
Edward stiffened beside me, but said nothing.
Alice tugged my sleeve and we were off through the patio doors at the rear of the house, running back to my cottage hand in hand. I was only too glad to go, and Alice's excuse was perfect.
As soon as we were over the river she said in a very hushed voice, “Shield me, stop him reading my mind.”
New posting Chapter 55 - Postscript
Thanks for the comment.
Now there is my problem, I'm only writing from Bella's POV so what I write about Demetri is going to be second hand but I hope you still enjoy it.
thanks for the comment.
I'm glad you enoyed the chapter.
great chapter one again chris :) i'm really feeling sorry for jasper. before bella, he was already struggling. but now, it looks like he has a new reason to... uh... feel bad for himself. oh, after reading your chapter, a lot of questions have been buzzing in my head. like, "does alice really know that jasper was in love with bella even is she was still human?" and "did alice befriend bella for more than the sake of wanting to be her best friend?" and "does alice really view bella as a bestfriend, or an unwanted opponent in her love's attention?" dang. oh, i'm also feeling bad for leah. poor girl. :( bye!
many thanks for the comment.
I'm glad I've got you thinking!
Jasper is in a bad place, a really very bad place, he should get out of there, take Alice and run.
You have come up with very good questions but I can't answer them yet - sorry. More answers in the chapter to come.
Yes what has Bella done to Leah - unknowingly of course but still. Leah is not good with vampires even the Cullens.
i know that you won't answer those right away :) anyways, i'm going to wait your next chapter! bye!
Love the new update Chris
many theories and ideas coming together, and a few of mine working their way through the new chapter
Cant wait for the next one
Hi Dark One,
great to have your comment!
The chapters are getting more and more filled with answers I am aware that it might get confusing to read, I do try to keep all the plot lines going but it is quite hard.
I have too many plot lines!
great update! can't wait to find out what these voices/spirit is.
Thank you for the comment.
I'm sorry but I'm going to make you wait until near the end for that one!
We have the match to come yet.
just to let you know that I'm posting the whole story again on fanfiction.net under the pen name C.Sheaffer.
By the time Edward, Nessie and I went over to the main house for Fred’s training session, Carlisle had arranged the details of the match with the pack leaders. The wolves were very much up for it, just as I had feared.
They had decided on an eight-a-side match with three vampires and five wolves from each team on the pitch, swapping with the others on their team to give everyone a turn. Sam and Jacob had insisted that Carlisle should referee leaving them to captain a side each. Although I’m sure that Carlisle would rather have played he was overjoyed to be asked to take this position of responsibility by the wolves. Nahuel was the only sticking point, he wasn’t really a vampire and certainly not a wolf. In the end it was decided that he would be best counted as a vampire as his body was as hard as stone.
I had to be placed on the opposing side to both Fred and Edward so that I could try to shield them whilst marking them and have some motivation to make sure that it worked. Apart from that the teams weren’t decided on – that was left in Jacob and Sam’s hands.
I was worried. Shielding one player would be hard enough if they were moving, but two? I’d have to make Fred my priority and shield Edward if I had a chance, maybe if he was going for a goal or something.
The excitement in the house was palpable. Carlisle was right to say that we needed this match soon. It was a distraction, a distraction from all the other issues that were surrounding us.
I wasn’t sure who Carlisle had spoken to about my talent and who he had not. Emmett and Jasper were not in the main house, they were out training for the match. Was this coincidence or part of Carlisle's instructions? Alice was out shopping, I didn’t know what to make of that. I desperately wanted to talk to her. I wanted to explain that I was not trying to take Jasper away from her, that I loved her and would never knowingly try to upset her, that I would work to find a cure for this talent and release Jasper from the trap I’d ensnared him in. What I didn’t know was if she would listen to me. Did she hate me too much? How hard had she been on Jasper? I hope that she understood that this wasn’t his fault at all.
Demetri was also out. He’d gone for a long run after Carlisle had imparted the news about Leah to him.
Fred’s training session took place on the front lawn, as always. Esme had again volunteered to be the subject. I marveled how close Fred and Esme had become in just a few days. She was happy to help him, she was very much his mother figure and was clearly enjoying the role. And Fred for his part seem to enjoy having a mother again. While he wasn’t training he had taken to doing useful jobs for her where he could. The drive was looking exceptionally tidy, a simple task that he could do with no need to be close to anyone else. He carefully burnt the cuttings in a well controlled bonfire. At Esme's request he also agreed to go hunting again with me in a few days time. I knew Esme would hope that his thirst would have increased sufficiently by then that he might be tempted to try an animal.
As we began the session Fred was wearing his warm, easy smile that played on his face whenever he was close to people. It would have been hard not to like Fred. I knew that some of his cheerfulness was put on as a strategy to try to win me but most of it was really just the way he was. He was like Jacob before he turned into a werewolf: sunny.
Fred’s training was going well. In the few session he’d already had he had become much better at taming his talent. He could handle himself so that Esme could sit back-to-back with him and feel no ill effects; they had taken to playing chess this way, a board each in front of them mirroring each other’s moves. It was very sweet to see. They were well matched as opponents, though neither would have stood a chance against the rest of the family with the exception of me.
That morning’s session concentrated on a person walking towards Fred. We managed to get the exclusion area down to about fifteen feet, with only another five feet where Esme felt nauseous. I was particularly happy with this as it meant that Fred would be able to sit at one end of the lounge with other members of the family in there. It meant that he was no longer totally excluded from family recreation without shielding and was no longer so dependent on me.
Fred however didn’t see this as much progress. He wanted to play ball and he couldn’t do that.
“Bella, please could you just shield me a little while I have a training session with some of the others? Pretty please?” A huge smile on his face.
“You don’t know which team you’re in yet. I know it’s not the same as me but I don’t think Sam and Jacob have picked yet.”
“I know but I just need to practice. I’m rusty. Is Edward there, maybe he’d like a game? Esme, would you like to play?”
Esme grinned, “No thanks, I’m not big on soccer. I’ll train with my team when I know who they are.”
At that point Leah came walking nervously towards the house. She looked more feminine somehow. It took me a couple of seconds to process the difference. It wasn’t just her hair and clothes which she had clearly put more effort into than usual, it was the whole way she carried herself.
Fred stared at her. I inverse shielded him. I was glad to see I wasn’t the only person he was noticing. Maybe getting Fred to stop obsessing over me would be easy.
“Fred, this is Leah. She is Seth’s sister. You met her the other day in wolf form when you made Seth sick.”
Fred was clearly wrong-footed by this. “Ah, yeah, sorry about that. I really didn’t mean to cause the trouble between the wolves and the coven.”
“I know,” she replied, and for once she returned his smile. Not a warm smile but at least a polite smile. “Is Demetri in, do you know?”
Esme answered, “He went for a run a few hours ago and has not returned. He went Northwards.”
“Oh, OK, thank you. Northwards?”
Esme nodded her confirmation, “But it was many hours ago, he could be anywhere by now.”
“I’m sure I can find him.” Leah smiled again, this time to herself.
As she walked away Fred raised one eyebrow at me, clearly surprised by the conversation. I answered with an I’ll explain later expression.
After Esme had suffered as much nausea as she was willing to endure, Fred and I went for a quick run to relieve the tension of training. As soon as we were out of earshot he pulled up, clearly wanting to talk. We were still well within Edward’s mind reading range so I shielded him.
He felt the shield over him. “Why the shield? Is there someone close?”
“I just don’t want Edward upset by your thoughts. Did you want to discuss something with me?" I suddenly realized that Fred was the other person that I was going to have to tell about my talent. Carlisle couldn’t have a private chat with Fred in the normal way, it wouldn’t work. I’d brought Fred upon the household, it was my responsibility to tell him.
“OK then, why was Leah trying to find Demetri?”
“The wolves occasionally imprint on someone, they believe this person to be their sole mate. Leah has imprinted on Demetri.”
“But the guy is old, and she is young. And they aren’t even the same species.”
“I don’t think the age was ever going to be the big problem. Wolves and vampires are usually mortal enemies. It's hard to see how they will cope. Jacob and Nessie get on fine, but Nessie is only half vampire.”
“Jacob has imprinted on your daughter! But she's just a kid, that’s disgusting. You should have him arrested. I’m surprised that Edward hasn’t killed him.”
“You’ve got it all wrong, imprinting isn’t like that. It’s not a romantic thing, it’s a whole life commitment. They become just what their imprint needs, or try to anyway. Jacob is Nessie’s friend and teacher and guard and that is all. You are right, Edward would have killed him if it were anything else.”
I continued, “Nahuel has imprinted on me, which is very unfortunate to say the least.”
“But he isn’t a wolf.”
“We think the half vampires have some commonalities with the wolves. Imprinting is just one.”
“But you’re married!”
“Yes Fred, I am married. This is what I need to talk to you about.” I gestured to a fallen tree where we could sit to talk.
There we sat while I told him. I told him that I knew how he felt towards me, how it would do no good as I was already married, how his feeling’s weren’t real and couldn’t be trusted because of my talent. I apologized about putting him through this. I suggested that he may want to leave and return one day when I had my talent in order. I explained that it wasn’t just Edward and Nahuel, I had infected many others too, that he was one amongst many.
He listened patiently to what I said to him. It looked as if he was trying to keep a straight face.
“I bet you tell all the boys that!” was his reply, a huge grin erupting on his face. “Bella, it isn’t a vampire talent you have, you are just a really nice person, that is why we all want to spend time with you. Besides, I need you, you know I need you. Without you I am in solitary confinement for the rest of eternity. Please don’t try to send me away, I will be good and stick to all the rules, just let me be here for a bit longer. I’ll try harder at my training – I am getting better.”
“I’m not sending you away Fred, I’m just trying to warn you that you can’t trust your feelings towards me.”
Fred tried to move closer to me but I pre-empted him by springing high up into the branches of a neighboring fir tree. “I’ll race you back to the river.” And I set off jumping from tree to tree. Fred joined in moving along a parallel course. I was pleased that I was faster than him, my newborn advantage still hadn’t faded.
I left Fred at the river and hurried back to the cottage as soon as I could. I didn’t want to spend any more time at the main house.
I enjoyed my alone time. I managed to read some books, and read A Midsummer Night's Dream again. The chaos that the fairies caused with their love potion seemed nothing to what I was doing to my family and friends.
My cell rang shrilly from my jacket pocket. I answered cautiously, it wasn’t a number I knew.
“Bella, honey, how are you,” my mother gushed.
“Mom! I didn’t realize it was you, what happened to your other cell?”
“Oh, I’m just using this prepay while I find it.”
“Anyway honey, tell me how you and Edward are.”
“We are doing fine thank you. And you and Phil?”
“We are fine too, I just wanted to know when I could visit you. Has your visitor left yet?”
“No Mom, he is still staying with us.”
“And who did you say he was? You said he was one of Carlisle’s friends from Europe. What does he do for a living?”
“Oh, he works for a local government in Italy.”
“And what exactly does he do for them?”
I was getting uncomfortable with her questioning – why did she want to know?
“He helps find lost people.” I didn’t like lying to my mother and this was as near to the truth as I could get.
“That’s an interesting sounding job, how does he find them?”
Now I was getting extremely uncomfortable. “He says he uses intuition a lot of the time.”
“Does he have a name, this visitor?”
“Yes, Demetri, Demetri Volturi.” I really didn’t know what surname he was using and said the first thing that came into my head.
“Ah, that explains it. OK honey, keep yourself safe. I’ll come to visit when he’s gone. Bye for now.”
I was left just looking at my phone. I didn’t understand the phone call I’d just had with my own Mother. It was as if she had heard of Demetri, but how could she? And how did the small amount of information that I had given her explain anything?
I searched for Demetri on the Internet but I couldn't find him. Not that I thought the Volturi would keep profiles on the web. I tried any number of search terms – tracker, finder, psychic – but I could not find him anywhere. So how did she know about him?
I decide in the end that Renée was just Renée. She probably meant nothing by her words and I was blowing them all out of proportion and I shouldn’t worry. I went back to my books.
End of chapter 46 - Disbelief