Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer, never was, never will be. Sorry to disappoint, my dearies.
A/N: Happy Super Bowl Sunday and Welcome to the final chapter! No, really, this is the final chapter. As much as it'd be nice to write more, I barely had time to finish this so y'all are lucky. haha. Anyways, it seems my run on longer chapters has been fulfilled again, for this chapter was 2,400 something, so I feel like I've made a big accomplishment there.
Thank you to the 8 people that reviewed my last chapter; it's better than three! Also, thank you to Melissa for betaing for me one last time, I really appreciate that. And thank you to an anonymous author, because I cannot remember your pen name, and we had the same idea for Bella's power, but you beat me to it in writing. I just wanted to give you credit for that as well. I'll have a final A/N at the bottom, so look forward to that, because I know all of you read my Author's Notes, I'm sure! Enjoy the last chapter! Thank you all my readers!
Chapter 9 - The Final Chapter
I stepped into the room not knowing what to expect. What I found was more than I could take: Edward was curled up on the corner of the couch near the right wall, just… there. There was no sound of breathing, only of his thoughts, which were a constant mantra of similar things I used to say to myself: I'm so sorry Bella, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault, it's all my fault. She doesn't love me anymore; I drove her away. I'm so sorry Bella…
The mixture of his thoughts and emotions and fragile position was overwhelming. I ran to him as fast as I could, pulling him into my arms, resting his head on my shoulder, rocking him back and forth.
"I love you Edward, I love you. I forgive you, please love me back." I repeated this over and over again, but no response. His mind was frozen, locked up.
For hours I sat there, rocking him, holding him, speaking to him, and for hours he supplied no response. Various members of the family entered during that time frame, but they could do nothing to help me either. I just rocked him, like a baby, my darling Edward. And I knew the truth; from the moment I had seen him in this room I had known that I loved him. I loved him so much that I would give my life a thousand times over just to make him happy. He was my world and my universe, my sky. He was everything to me, and anything I wanted him to be. That's why I kept rocking him; I knew I could snap him out of it, with time. He was the one. He was it, my soul mate. No matter the trials in the past or at hand, he would always be the one. The only thing that mattered was that he was a boy and I was a girl and we were together, soul mates. I continued to speak to him.
"Oh, Edward... I love you. Please come back to me, please wake up for me. Edward, I was so wrong to do that to you, please love me back. I need you."
He stirred more.
"Edward. Edward, speak to me. Please, come out of it. I'm here, I love you."
His eyes opened and he lifted his head from my shoulder to study my eyes. The dark black of his were empty and sad, as were his thoughts, though I tried to pay no heed to them. It was only fair that we were on even ground.
"Yes, I'm here. I love you so much Edward. I'm so sorry. What I said in the clearing… that was foolish. That was stupid. I wasn't thinking correctly, I wasn't listening. I thought-- I didn-- I--"
"Shhhh. I'm the sorry one, Isabella. Just, shush. Let me see you." He shifted so that we could look each other square in the eyes, and just sat there. I could feel him calm as he gazed into my eyes. It had been a long time since we'd been this close and not spewing some kind of hatred at each other. It was pleasant, calming, peaceful. The house was empty now and it was only us, together in an endless world of possibilities.
We stayed together all night. Even as the family returned, we stayed in the room, just soaking in each others presence. By morning, I was lying on Edward's chest, curled into him, with his arms around me listening to his breathing and his to mine. It was perfect; everything was perfect. We had decided to wait until morning to bring out all the gross details. Well, we hadn't decided, but he had, though he didn't know I had heard. Everything was so different being able to hear thoughts and feel emotions. His mind was full of nothing but thoughts of me, and his heart full of guilt and love.
Early that morning, there was a knock on the door and Carlisle entered. He spoke softly.
"Is everything okay?"
"I wanted to gather the family and talk a bit, if that's okay with you two?"
"Okay." I was barely listening, though I got the gist of his words. I was too wrapped up in the thoughts of my love's mind to hear much of anything else. I now knew why he wished he could hear my thoughts; it was an amazing power to be able to hear everything the love of your life thought of you.
"Okay, come down when you can. We'll be waiting."
"Thank you, Carlisle." He nodded, turned, and left closing the door once again.
An hour later, we were finally able to rouse ourselves from the comfort of the couch in the bedroom we were staying in. We both stood, and he wrapped his arm around my waist, bringing me close to his body.
"Are you ready to go downstairs, dear?" I nodded. We made our way out the door, down the hallway, down the stairs, and to the living room without much trouble. When we arrived, we found the whole family convened there. The whole family; meaning Carlisle, Esme, Alice, Rose, Jasper, and Emmett, of course. The Denalis were nowhere to be seen, or heard. They probably left to give us privacy to "catch up." I dreaded the "catching up" part, but I knew it had to come eventually. Sooner rather than later, I supposed.
"I'm-- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause all of you so much trouble... really." I couldn't think of anything else to say; it was so awkward and it seemed the only reasonable starting point in my mind. Immediately I heard protests in their minds, and I tried to zone them out.
"Bella, you could never be a burden on us. Please, you are family, come sit and speak with us." Carlisle nodded to a couch on one side of the room, near a beautifully arched window looking out into a garden. Edward led me to it and we sat down together, him still being quieter than I remembered.
"So what happened, sis?" Emmett spoke up from beside Rosalie in the chair nearest us.
He shouldn't rush her, she needs time. She's been through so much…
"Really, it's okay Esme, I can answer." Everyone just looked at me shocked. The parallel shock in thought and feeling was disconcerting. I shook my head to get rid of all the talking and emotions but it didn't help. Jasper spoke up.
"Bella, she didn't say anything."
"Um… I can hear thoughts. And feel emotions. And see the future. And…. Yeah." My answer was very anticlimactic. Their similar responses told me as much.
"How" was pretty much the universal thought again. I thought of Edward and how he would sometimes laugh at the similarity of everyone's thoughts. I found it amusing too, but this wasn't the time to be debating funnies. I realized how much I missed this family; they were my family now, I hoped.
"It's when-- it's when I come in contact with someone with an ability--"
"She's like Peter Petrelli!" Emmett was always the excited one. Who's Peter Petrelli? Rose glared at Emmett. I voiced the question for her.
"Who is Peter Petrelli?"
"He's from, um, Heroes. He's like a sponge; he soaks up the other heroes' powers and can use them! It's a really great show, Rose, you would love it! There's this little Asian guy named Hiro and he can travel in time and Jessica slash Nikki slash Tracy is really… oh, sorry." He had been about to say hot, but Rose was still glaring at him. Carlisle seemed to be thinking on different terms than this Peter Petrelli.
"That sounds very plausible. I was thinking more of a shield though, like she is reflecting the powers back. I'm not sure… but a shield would fit in more with Edward not being able to read her thoughts. Bella, can you hear his thoughts?" I nodded. "Of course... I'll need to study you more to find out more about this, but one theory is as likely as the next right now."
Edward turned to me and posed the next question. He had been trying to build up the confidence while the others were talking about TV shows. I had a feeling things between us would be awkward for a while.
"What happened after I left?" His question was quiet and hesitant. Everyone quieted down when he spoke. That was the first thing any of them had heard him say since we'd come in the room; it was probably the first thing they had heard in a while.
"It was… hard for a time, I can't deny that. Y--you left me." Edward held me closer to him, like he never wanted to let me go. "But one day it finally dawned on me that I was letting everyone down, that I was letting Char-- that I was letting Charlie down. Um, I got closer to Jacob Black. We were friends when we were younger, and he-- well, I guess he brought me back from my appropriately called "zombie stage". But then one day, he said he couldn't ever see me again; it had something to do with Sam Uley on the reservation. I don't know any of the details. But, it was like you and me all over again… it hurt."
I continued and told them about Victoria and Charlie. They seemed as surprised about Victoria as Edward had been, but I guessed Edward hadn't been very talkative in the past few weeks. Talking about Charlie was the worst part. I had to stop and calm down before I could continue with my life story. I missed him so much. I told myself I would have to visit his grave when I got a chance. He deserved better than what he got. Edward gave a start when I mentioned I had stayed at their house.
"I didn't have anywhere else to go, and I had to live somewhere before I moved on. What else was I supposed to do?"
I smelled you. I went to the house and you were there. I knew you were there. The scent was off, but it was you, my love. It was a shock having Edward speaking directly to me in his head; I was used to only thoughts, not things specifically for me.
"You came back? When? Wait… did you go to the meadow too?"
"You were there?"
"I knew it. I smelled you too. How did we not-- how did we not find each other, or even see each other?"
"I'm so sorry. I could have been there for you Bella." He looked at me with sad eyes, and the rest of the family had about the same look on their faces, on their minds, in their hearts. This was my family, now.
"You're here for me now. You're all here for me now, and that's all that counts."
I love you.
I love you too, Edward.
"It's over Victoria. You ruined everything. She was safe and YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!" I was angry. Actually, I was beyond angry, I was irate... she would pay for what she did to my Bella.
Bella was at home in Forks, with the family. After finding her again about a month ago, we had closed all the gaps and moved back to Forks, where we would stay in isolation until Bella could go out in public again. The first thing we did was visit he father's grave.
Bella slowly approached Charlie's grave and sank to her knees, sobbing. I stood back, giving her privacy, but hating having to. I didn't want her to be upset and not be able to do anything about it. It pained me to watch her heart break over her father's grave. Hadn't she been through enough already? We stayed there for an hour. I couldn't do anything to make her pain go away.
Thinking back to that day pissed me off even more. I would enjoy destroying this woman.
I ran at her, easily overtaking her and throwing her against the wall of the building she was in. I hadn't been able to find her before, but this time I had more incentive. She had a surprised look in her eyes, and her mind told me she had thought I was weaker. I was, but she wouldn't get the chance to take advantage. I grabbed her right arm and swung her around, ripping it off. She screamed in pain, and I went at her again, this time dismembering her other arm.
As I tore the woman to shreds, I only thought of Bella. I thought of what she meant to me and how much I loved her. I thought of all the pain I had caused her and how I would make sure she was never hurt again. I thought of how I would hold her until the end of time, and love her beyond even that.
As the flames rose higher above my head, I knew that we would last forever. She was with me and I was with her and that was all that mattered.
A/N: The end? I hope I answered all your questions, and filled in all my little holes and stuff, and I apologize if I missed anything at all. I did want to mention a line from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer movie from 1992. I couldn't help but think of this line from the movie when I wrote the final Victoria part: "We're immortal, Buffy. We can do anything." "Oh yeah? Clap." This only makes sense if you knew the guy only had one arm.
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