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
Cold Gray Light
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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
I’d never been scared of Edward before, not truly scared. I’d never seen my husband look like this before. Not when we were in Volterra, not when he was fighting Victoria. This was something different. I didn’t need Jasper’s power to sense the feeling of betrayal he had and the hatred he felt for the two of us.
Jasper and I were on our feet in a split second, Jasper crouching in a defensive stance in front of me.
“Edward, what is your problem? I was just calming her down.”
“You lie so well Jasper, you almost believe it yourself. Don’t forget, I hear all your thoughts, not just the ones you shout but the little ones you try to hide. I know you want her.”
Edward had come closer by ten yards and had slipped into a fighting crouch as well. If I had had a heart that beat it would have been beating hard enough to break my rib cage. My husband and my brother fighting for real, but over nothing, ready to... ready to what? I didn’t want to think about it.
“No!” I yelled and sprung over Jasper’s head landing between them, “you can’t fight.” I was standing between the two with an arm stretched out in each direction.
“Out of the way Bella!” Edward ordered.
“Bella, let me handle it, I don’t want you hurt,” Jasper said. In contrast to Edward, he sounded surprisingly calm as if he was going to do some minor task around the home that was just a little too much for me.
How could he be so calm? Was this the product of a thousand battles? A thousand wins? What would he do to Edward? What would they do to each other? Jasper had removed the sense of calm that had been in the air when Edward arrived. Is he eager for this fight? Why isn’t he calming Edward?
I tried to reason with Edward. “Edward, I love you, you know that. There is no need for this.”
“I don’t know that, I don’t think that is true, if you loved me why were you draped round my brother in the middle of a wood?”
I faced Edward. “How can you say that? After all we have been through together? Jasper was only stopping my panic attack.”
“That may be what you thought, but that wasn’t what was on his mind. He wants you Bella, they all do.” The last phrase came out as a growl.
My head turned back to Jasper, “What were you thinking?”
“Of course I love you Bella, how could I not, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to do anything about it.”
“You see now he admits it, get out of the way and let me tear him to shreds. He stands there calling you names and thinking that is love.”
“I’m ready for you Edward, whenever you want to start! You have been wanting this for so long now, haven’t you?” Jasper’s drawl came back. I couldn’t see why he would want to try to provoke Edward like this. “All these decades you have been wondering how your position in the family had changed now I was here. Whether Carlisle and Esme had switched their preferred son? Whether you could take my wife off me? Tell her Edward, how much is this really about Bella? I feel your feelings and understand them better than you read my mind.”
I couldn’t believe it. Why was Jasper doing this? Was it true? Did Edward have feelings for Alice? Had he still got them? Did he for one minute think that Carlisle and Esme were less fond of him because Jasper was here?
“And that jealousy – it eats you up, doesn’t it. You can’t stand that other people might have feelings for your wife. Would you rather we all disliked her intensely?
“Well, fight me then Edward. It will do you no good, you will feel just the same whatever the outcome. But at least it will be done and over.”
“You’re not thinking straight, either of you.” I was getting frantic I had to stop this fight. “Edward, look in my eyes.”
“Get out of the way Bella, I’ll deal with you later.” Edward growled at me. They were circling and moving slowly, both trying to get to the other around me.
“Edward, stop, look in my eyes!” I moved forward and put myself right in his view, he had no choice but to see.
He moved again, shrugging his shoulder. “They're black, you need to hunt.”
“But they were green around the edge.”
“Not now they are not, but they always are every time you hunt. I see them go green for an instant then revert to black. I saw it in Fred’s mind today when he came back to the house.”
“You knew all this time and you said nothing to me!”
“Bella, you are odd in lots of ways, you wouldn’t thank me for pointing them out.” The tone he used to describe me was almost disgust, but it was working. He had stopped pacing and come to rest in almost a normal stance. I had brought the focus back to me, away from Jasper.
“But it means something Edward. It means I’m a cuculus.”
“Yes, I’ve heard him call you that before,” he returned to the crouch and the slow dance around me with Jasper, “he calls you a cuckoo and you think that is fine and acceptable?”
He addressed Jasper over my head, “What do you mean by it? What sort of insult are you throwing at my wife? Do you think she's mad or do you mean something else? Are you telling me that you already have had your way with her or you think another has?”
“Edward, it isn’t like that, she just has gifts. Cuculus is what Maria called it. Bella has a gift for making men fall in love with her.”
“So it's all her fault, then, those tiny thoughts you try to hide in your mind about my wife?” Edward spat.
They both crouched lower, but with a beautiful somersault through the air Alice bounded right beside me, back to back, me facing Edward and her facing Jasper. My hope was restored that we might be able to stop this somehow.
“Jasper please, he needs your help, you don’t need to do this. We are all family,” she begged him.
“Alice out of the way.”
We stood there for half a minute, each of us braced for impact. The wind whipped around our feet but other than that there was silence.
Suddenly Edward and Alice came out of their stance and backed away ten yards and waited for us to do the same.
“Now we talk,” Alice commanded.
I didn’t understand Alice and Edward’s private in-head rows. This was just like when they played chess – suddenly someone would knock over their king after playing only one move on the board, but this time it was a relief that things could be settled without physical battle.
The voice in my head, not Edward’s this time but Esme's, whispered to me, “Go to him Bella, he needs you more than ever.” The voice puzzled me but I did as it advised.
I took eight steps to arrive right in front of him. I didn’t know what reception I would get. I was still scared – what had he meant by I’ll deal with you later? But when he looked down at me his anger had subsided, leaving only regret.
“Bella, love, I’m sorry. I just lost my mind when I saw you with him. I knew in my heart he was only helping you but my head wouldn’t see it that way. How will you ever forgive my accusation?” At this he turned away, his shoulder shaking with dry sobs.
“Edward, just tell me what’s wrong.”
He turn back to me and sat on the damp forest floor. He looked utterly defeated, his long fingers place on his forehead and thumbs on his jaw line, almost hiding from me. I moved to him and pulled one of his hands away and held it in both of mine.
“Edward, I can’t read minds or feelings, you have to tell me.”
“I can’t stand it anymore, I can’t cope with all of them wanting you. All of them just waiting for me to make a mistake and lose you, you have so many options. And I feel like this and my love for you hurts so much and yet he is out there always and his love for you would kill him and yet it is so selfless, how can I compete?”
“Edward, you have my love, you don’t need to compete for it. Don’t you remember, for as long as we both shall live? We are an item, we are one, who is it that is trying to break us apart?”
“He isn’t trying to break us apart, he just wants you to be happy, he is just guarding you. He told me that he had to stay near you or he would die, so he hides from you and makes sure you are safe. How can I be unhappy about that? But my love is so flawed and selfish and his is so pure. You should be with him not me.”
“Edward, I don’t understand. I don’t want anyone but you. Who is out where?”
“Bella, Nahuel is always with you, he is your shadow. We both know he imprinted on you. It was him who came in to our cottage to check on you when you were screaming in your sleep. It is always him, he has a talent for hiding and that is what he does.”
“Nahuel? But he's in South America.” As I said this I saw a movement in my peripheral vision some fifty yards to my left. I turned and saw him walking slowly towards us, dressed only in animal skins.”
I couldn’t help but stare at him. I couldn’t believe that this man had been near all this time, following me.
As he walked forward I rose to my feet to greet him but he just knelt at my feet.
“Please forgive me, I didn’t mean for you to be upset by my actions,” his voice husky and deep.
I was at a loss as to what I should do, I froze. I could feel the heat of his body on my legs but his scent was almost completely absent, and I couldn't describe the tiny scent he had. Seconds passed and I didn’t mark them.
The voice in my head, Esme again, said, “Bella, talk to them.”
I sat on the floor again beside Edward, who was again hiding behind his hands, and beside the man who was wasting his life in unreciprocated love.
“Please both of you listen. I have a gift for making men love me. I put the idea into their minds that they love me. I can’t help it, I can’t control it. But what you feel for me isn’t real. Edward, I am so sorry, I know that you will feel that I tricked you into loving me and marrying me but I really had no idea that I was doing such a thing. I will try to tame this gift but I will understand that until I do you may not want to be near me. I will try to release both of you from the spell I have put you under and then you will be able to chose what you want to do with your lives from then on.”
I’d done it, I told my husband what I had done to him. I needed him to understand he couldn’t trust his feelings for me.
There was complete silence. Alice and Jasper had withdrawn to allow us some space. They stood facing each other, holding both hands and staring into each other's eyes without moving.
I was about to stand up when I heard footsteps again. I recognized them this time – Demetri.
He came into view and walked slowly towards us. We’d not moved.
“I’m sorry for intruding,” he didn’t look at all surprised to see Nahuel, “but I thought I felt your mother here for an instant. I just came to introduce myself to her.”
End of Chapter 42 - Why
Some stunning revelations in this chapter! Luckily Bella could calm the situation down with a little help from Alice. Poor Edward feels very threatened, and Bella feels so guilty about things she couldn't control. Will she be able to learn to control her gift? Could her mother perhaps help her with that? I hope they can sort things out before anything else goes wrong!
Bella is plagued by troubled all of the time.
There are many layers to this story, we have only learned some of the answers in this chapter - many twists and turns to go.
I think your right about Renee being able to help Bella, if she could only get to spend some time with her - but Bella isn't meant to see Renee. She isn't suppose to know that Bella has a daughter who looks about 5 by now. Ah what are we to do.
Edward has had his own monsters to fight in his own mind so this explains some of his distance from Bella in the past. Hopeful that might change now, or will he be as cross as she thinks he may?
I delighted that you have read Cold Gray Light and enjoyed it so far.
Yes, I will publish more chapters but I am a slow writer it takes at least a week for me to publish a chapter. But the end of the story is drawing closer now so there shouldn't be too long before you get a conclusion.
I'll send you a site mail when I write a new chapter that way you'll know it's been put up.
Do you have any thoughts on who the other who the other cuculus are?
And thank you for writing your comment I am always so pleased to get comments especially from new readers.
Ahhh!!!! Chris!!! hahaha
I loved this chapter :) so much to read and take in. I am glad Edward and Jasper were able to sort it out (sort of...)
So many thoughts buzzing.... cant wait until the next chapter :) :)
Hi Dark One,
Yep this fight has been brewing for decades, Jasper's attraction for Bella was the final straw in Edward's eyes.
Most families fight a times and is this more than hyped up sibling rivalry? How far would they have gone if Bella wasn't there to stand between them - guess we'll never know.
And Bella has confessed - at last! What will Edward do - hate her for it? And one shadow is out in the open - so I shouldn't really call him a shadow any more. Poor guy it really isn't his fault, he was being her guard as best he could (after all he isn't a vampire), he is programed to make himself into the person she needs him to be. She already has a husband so she doesn't need one of them. Just in the same way Jake is Nessie's brother/friend/nanny.
Was it clear enough that Cuculus just means cuckoo? Latin. It seemed the right name for many reasons - you'll see why later.
wow Intense! I can't believe Edward just lost it like that and called Bella what he did, well he didn't call her anything lol, he sort of implied it, but he blamed her for her gift which she could not control. I wonder how things will go now that we know Nahuel is the other shadow, that Bella is a Cuculus and Edward knows about her falling in love Power. Mhh
Edward has been fighting his own internal monster for so long now and Bella didn't even realise what was going on she has been so wrapped up in herself.
How is Edward going to react to the news - will he hate her and want nothing to do with her or maybe deny it?
And yes there will be some more twists in the plot before we come to the end.
I hope you enjoy it all.
I will explain the Cuculus term later it does fit well I think. But it does mean cuckoo. Mad? Unfaithful? Or something else?
Yeah it seems like he has, but Bella had too much things going on to notice him struggling with his own inner demons.
Mhh I am not sure, he might be mad and try and deny it but he loves her, so I think he should forgive her, but if he is forced to love her like the others then trouble coming.
Awesome :) I loved it.
Awesome, can't wait to find out
WOW!!! This chapter was great!!!!
It made me cry. Maybe because of Moonset, every time I read Edward crying I cry too.
The tension you kept trough the events was awesome
Good writing Chris, keep it up.
I hope that you enjoyed the cry! I like to cry at fiction sometimes, it clears my mind and makes real life easier.
Looking forward to the next chapter of Moonset!
Of course we don't know if Demetri heard - Edward will know Bella just doesn't yet. What will the Volturi think to Bella's gifts if Demetir told them. Well Aro would just read it in his thoughts, he would have no choice in what he told to Aro if he returns. But did he hear?
And what about Renee? Has Demetri lost his gift? Or is he going mad? Or is something else going on?