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
Thank for the comment.
This is Bella - things are going to get way out of hand! It'll take more than Alice to sort this one, trust me.
The consequences of this are going to be felt by all the family.
Bella is having her 'Cold Gray Light' momment - the realization on 'the morning after' of the consequences of what she did in the warm sunlight the day before and the romance of the evening. (not that we are talking actual days here).
BTW: Have you ever seen Inception?
I have a feeling that it's going to get really out of hand, isn't it? Great chapter by the way. It's odd that she sends out a message like that considering Bella isn't one to be so vain, so it begs me to ask another question; could it be that Bella isn't actually sending it out purposely or by accident and that it's just some sort of natural element about her that projects this feeling of love for her? She is becoming quite special and I have other questions too, lol, but I will wait.
it is complicated but I can say...
When Bella arrived in Forks she so wanted to be accepted by people, not to be the loner anymore, not to be the stranger that this may have effect her soul deeply.
This is the end of part 1, in part 2 and part 3 we see how badly out of hand things will get.
I can’t say too much about how special she is or will become – but do not forget the clues – others are like her to a lesser extent. What do they all have in common? Anything? Nothing? – we will see.
Bella’s talents are a rich tapestry in bright colours, not just a single thing.
Eleazar is only 300 years old, he may not have come across it before but that doesn’t mean that it isn’t there or has never been there before.
I hope I’ve not given too much away. There are many twists to come yet.
Not yet but I think we do have it on DVD somewhere. Is it worth the time?
Many thanks for your comment. I don't think people have call what I write poetic before - thanks.
I also haven't seen it yet, but I want to when I have the time.
A single thought can have a lot of power and influence people's behaviour in unexpected ways. It can also change the way people see the world around them. I hope Bella can handle it!
In the car on the way home I tried to act normally. I tried to keep up the appearance that all was well. I chatted casually with Edward and Carlise about the day’s events and accepted gracefully their praise for winning the fight. The euphoria that I had felt on winning was now just a distant and irrelevant memory after the revelation that Eleazar had given me about my talents. I was determined not to tell them yet. I wanted Alice. I wanted to know what she saw.
I hid behind the need for Nessie to sleep in my arms as an excuse to opt out of the conversation. Although Nessie did dream peacefully in my arms I didn’t watch her dreams this time. I needed time to think and this was all the time I was going to get.
I dwelt on the things that had happened to me in my new life, looking for patterns, people who I may have had undue influence over. I found them. Why had so many of our fellow vampires witnessed for us against the Volturi? Had I influenced them? Had I made them stay and put their lives at risk? The love that people, vampire and human alike, had for Nessie as soon as they touched her - was that her doing or was that me forcing them to love her, putting that thought into their minds? Was it my fault that Jacob had imprinted on her? Had I changed his life irrevocably without even noticing?
I thought back to my first life in Phoenix. I certainly didn’t seem to have this gift then. I’d lived an anonymous life in a big city with no real friends, although I’d got on well enough with the people around. Maybe the only signal I was giving out there was leave me alone. I’d certainly not infected any of my school class back there with my thought viruses.
There was only Renee. Was I the reason she’d stayed single so long? Had I influenced her somehow because I wanted her all to myself, only allowing her to move on when I knew I would be leaving in a couple of years? I decided that couldn’t be true. My mother, although childish in many ways, didn’t pander so much to my needs and wishes that I could have been forcing her to follow my every whim. Maybe she was immune because she was my mother. I didn’t know how these things worked. Maybe she had a shield like mine and I’d just inherited it from her. Eleazar had said that I had been passed at least some of my talents from her. There were too many things I just didn’t know.
I thought about my friends in Forks. Had I influenced them? Well, I had a string of admirers as well as Edward and Jacob. I knew some but Edward had always said there were a lot more who just didn’t make their presence felt. Was this because I emanated love me? I guess when I first started at Forks High School I did want to fit in as soon as possible. I was terrified by the newness of it all, the buildings and the faces. I’d wanted to go back to being anonymous again as soon as possible. Would that equate to putting out the signal love me? I would have thought accept me would have been nearer the mark. But maybe this gift wasn’t that subtle, maybe just pushing positive thoughts of me into classmates’ heads and leaving those same classmates to turn, mangle and exaggerate those thoughts into love Bella. It’s not like everyone loved me. I had people who didn’t like me, I hadn’t influenced them. Yes that was right. I’d had the usual petty enemies that everybody ends up with at high school. I couldn’t have been pushing a message, or even if I was it couldn’t have been very strong because I still had enemies. Suddenly these enemies felt like my saviors. They were my proof that Eleazar was wrong. The short blond-haired girl, Lauren, can to my mind, and I immediately blurted out a question, what I needed to know so badly. I said it before I thought of the impact it would have on those in the car.
“Edward, why did Lauren hate me so much?” This would give me some new information, maybe something really helpful that I could apply to other people.
“Ah, yes, Lauren. She always did try really hard to look like she hated you, didn’t she? It was me that really got up her nose.”
“What do you mean by that?” I snapped, rather taken back by is answer. I was expecting something along the lines of “She hates incomers to Forks,” or “You ruined her chances with Tyler.”
“Bella, did you never realize? I thought you were the intuitive one.” He gave a short laugh.
“Lauren had issues with her sexuality and it wasn’t that she hated you at all. Far from it. You just made her realize that she was never really going to love any man.”
He continued, “The hatred thing was all just bluster. I’d have thought that you would have got the message after I left, you know when she cut her hair off. She was trying so hard to get your attention. She assumed that you wouldn’t want anything to do with men again after I’d left you so broken. She saw an opportunity I guess.”
“But then, when you seemed to get back to your old self, you just started chatting to Mike as if it wasn’t a man who had done this to you in the first place, and she heard that you’d been hanging round with Jacob. It made her feel angry and betrayed. That's why she acted as she did. It was all out of love really, in a strange sort of way. ”
I tried to compose my face into only mild shock, which would be more appropriate than the absolute terror and guilt I felt. This wasn’t the information I’d wanted, not what I'd hoped, not what I'd expected. She’d liked me - maybe even loved me.
Carlisle added his thoughts from a more parental perspective. “It can be hard finding out that your feeling are not the same as you friends, especially when you’ve grown up in a small community like Forks. A few of the older generation are still shocked by such matters. It can be very hard for people to live with such prejudice, even worse if you are still young.”
What had I done? Had I turned this poor straight girl gay? No, surely not! You can’t turn someone gay, can you? They either were or weren't when they were born. That was what they taught at school.
“But Tyler,” I stammered.
“Tyler was just a cover, for her parents' benefit mainly. But then she felt even more jealous when he started to chase after you as well and seemed to have more success than she did. She really thought you’d said that you would go to the prom with him. It made her quite mad.”
“Oh,” was all I could say in response.
“Why did you suddenly ask me about Lauren anyway?”
“I was just ... thinking about what the others from school are doing now.” It was a random answer, but he might buy it.
“Yes, I wonder how many of our former classmates spent the day brawling in the snow,” Edward quipped.
“I don’t think many of them could have packed in as much as we have in the last six months,” he said with a smile.
“Nor be as happy,” I responded.
His smile was radiant. His golden eyes shone, even reflected in the car mirror.
My guilt spiraled. Were they genuine feelings he was having or was I making him feel this way? Would he hate me if I stopped? Would he leave me and Nessie? I couldn’t live without him - I had tried and failed before. I knew I had to regain control of my thoughts before I gave anything away.
“Are you OK Bella? You look panicked?” Carlisle asked, turning round in his seat to scrutinize me.
I searched for an answer that I could possibly give. “Holding my shield for so long today has made me feel, well, not tired exactly, but as if there's too much in my mind at once. It really did take a lot of concentration. I don’t feel as if it has passed yet.”
“I’m sure you’ll be fine after a few hours and a little peace and quiet at home. Try to relax. Why not watch Nessie’s dreams and concentrate on them rather than anything else.”
He didn’t realize it but he had thrown me a lifeline, a way out of this increasingly difficult conversation. A few thought-free hours, away from this new blight on my life, on everyone's life, did sound like a really good idea. I didn’t want to think about what lay in wait for me at home either.
I put Nessie's hand to my face and really tried to concentrate on her dream. This one was about the forest where she had hunted today, a replay of her search for pray. The small rabbit she’d run after for a while and the bigger deer that she taken down in the end. I saw her on her father’s back on the way home, but her father changed to someone else, Jacob ... no Jasper. I couldn’t tell, he was in the shadows, and I was with them and I knew there was danger, great danger, in what was happening. I knew that I had to be careful. I had to get Nessie away from him and I had to get away too, he would hurt her if I didn’t. He would hurt her and hurt me. I may not live through this but I needed to get her away before he could hurt her, my hurt didn’t matter as long as she was alright. We were walking through the forest and I needed to find away to get away from him.
“Bella?” Edward’s voice broke into my imagination.
“Bella? Are you enjoying that dream? You seemed to be a little disoriented. You were muttering about the forest but Nessie was just thinking about the park we walked through after lunch yesterday.”
“No, it was the forest, we were walking through the forest.”
“No, it was the park. There were a few trees but there were swings and slides, park benches and flower beds and the food kiosk all covered in snow, but certainly not the forest.”
“Oh, I guess that I just mistook where she was then. How strange. I really must have overdone it today.”
Edward stared at me in the mirror for a longer than normal.
But I knew that what I had seen wasn’t a park, it was a forest. It was not something I was consciously thinking about. It was involuntary, like a dream. But I was a vampire, and vampires don’t sleep and vampires don’t dream! I didn’t want to talk about it to Edward and Carlisle. Not tonight, it was all too much. Tonight I wanted very much to be in my little cottage with my husband and daughter and no one else. No one else who could do stupid things because I sent them thought viruses telling them that they should. If I was affecting Edward and Nessie then so be it, until I found a way round it. I wanted my little home. I wanted to go inside and shut the door and just keep the outside out for a bit.
End of Chapter 15 - Return
I hope Bella can find some peace! Please write more.
Amazing chapter as always! I hope that Edward and Bella are able to smooth things out without any problems, this is getting good! (By the way, I'm playing catch up today, so I'm going to try and get through as much of this story as I can) =)
you too hav gud talent chris...
u hav a god's gift nd ur using it very niceky....,keep it up lol....