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this is part 21, and its a little longer than usual to celebrate the new spot! enjoy :)



“Really?” I managed to get out. “Then what would be your greatest problem? That would make Victoria’s returning for you seem like such an inconsequential matter in comparison?” I finished trying to hold onto my calm. Werewolves, I hated them.
A look of uncertainty crossed Bella’s face. “How about the segundo greatest?” she hedged.
“All right.” I agreed, my voice thick with suspicions.
She paused. I could see her hesitation over the words before they came out in a quiet whisper.
“There are others who are coming to look for me.” She reminded me.
I sighed. Her reactions were always wrong. She must be truly frightened of Victoria for her to overtake the Volturi.
“The Volturi are only the second greatest?”
“You don’t seem too upset about it.” She noted, a slightly putout expression hidden in her features.
“Well, we have plenty of time to think it through. Time means something very different to them than it does to you, or even me. They count years the way you count days. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were thirty before you crossed their minds again.” I finished lightly.
I was waiting for relief to cruz her features but I was again surprised. I watched as horror rushed through her face, pain filled her eyes and her front teeth went to worry her bottom lip.
When tears started to build up around the rims of her eyes, I became genuinely anxious.
“You don’t have to be afraid. I won’t let them hurt you.” I said, speaking in my most gentle tone.
“While you’re here.” she whispered heartbreakingly.
Hadn’t we gone through this? Why did she still not believe me? What I would have given to hear her thoughts right now.
I took her face between my hands, carefully. I had to be so cautious, she was so fragile. I looked straight into her eyes, her deep brown eyes pulling me in. Their depth was unfathomable yet crystal clear. I lost track of my thoughts for a second, dazzled as I was. And she was always accusing me of dazzling people. Dazzling yet equally dazzled at the same time. I managed to get my thoughts back into a straight line.
“I will never leave you again.” I said with as much conviction as I could.
“But you said thirty.” She whispered, the pain in her eyes clear in her voice. “What? You’re going to stay, but let me get all old anyway? Right.” The tears spilled over now, leaving trails down her cheeks.
How could she feel like this? I had explained it time and time again. Had she forgotten?
“That’s exactly what I'm going to do. What choice have I? I cannot be without you, but I will not destroy your soul.”
“Is this really...” she looked like she was struggling with the question.
“Yes?” I prompted.
She deliberated for a moment before continuing. With a different question. Yet again I so desperately wanted to hear what she was thinking. What pergunta was too hard for her to ask?
“But what about when I get so old that people think I’m your mother? Your grandmother?” her voice was pale with disgust, revulsion.
Was that what she was worried about? That I wouldn’t amor her when she grew old?
I leant in to her face, beijar the tears away. Her warmth rolled off her in waves, caressing me.
“That doesn’t mean anything to me.” I breathed against her cheek. “You will always be the most beautiful thing in my world. Of course...” a new thought occurred to me and I flinched slightly.
“If you outgrew me—if you wanted something more—I would understand that, Bella. I promise I wouldn’t stand in your way if you wanted to leave me.” Even though the very thought caused me pain, I meant every word.
Scepticism, or maybe disbelief hid in her features. Her eyes were easier to read, anger making them glimmer.
“You do realise that I’ll die eventually, right?” she demanded.
It was an easy question. I had just gone through the consequences of her death.
“I’ll follow after as soon as I can.”
“That is seriously... sick.” She found the word she was looking for.
“Bella, it’s the only right way left—” I began, only to be interrupted again.
“Let’s just back up for a minute.” She said angrily. “You do remember the Volturi, right? I can’t stay human forever. They’ll kill me. Even if they don’t think of me till I'm thirty—” she literally hissed the word. “—do you really think they’ll forget?”
I had come to that very conclusion while she slept, but I think I had a plan.
“No,” I answered slowly, shaking my head. “They won’t forget. But...” I trailed off, unsure how to phrase the sentence.
“But?” she demanded, unable to wait.
I grinned. Now she knew how I felt.
“I have a few plans.” I decided on, unwilling to clarify further.
“And these plans,” Bella said, growing mais acidic with every word, her eyes narrowing.
“These plans all centre around me staying human.”
“Naturally.” I replied, my tome reacting to hers, coming out arrogant and curt.
We stared at each other, her kitten-like anger trying to persuade me but failing entirely.
I watched as she took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders. Pain shot through me as she pushed my arms away, pulling herself into a sitting position.
“Do you want me to leave?” I asked dreading the answer. I tried to keep my face smooth and voice even, but I didn’t entirely succeed.
“No,” she asserted.”I'm leaving.”
I watched her suspiciously as she climbed out of cama before stumbling around the dark room. Well, dark to her anyway.
“May I ask where you’re going?” I enquired.
“I’m going to your house.” She said, still looking around for what I assumed was her shoes.
I got up, moving to her side and grabbing her shoes on the way.
“Here are your shoes. How did you plan on getting there?” I asked honestly curious.
“My truck.” She answered quickly.
“That will probably wake Charlie.” I put in, hoping to deter her.
She sighed, seeming resigned to that fact already. “I know. But, honestly, I’ll be grounded for weeks as it is. How much mais trouble can I really get in?”
“No,” I contradicted immediately. “He’ll blame me, not you.”
“If you have a better idea, I'm all ears.” She said looking innocently at me. I was still in the dark with her motives though. Why couldn’t it wait till morning?
“Stay here.” I suggested, never really believing there was a chance of convincing her.
“No dice. But you go ahead and make yourself at home.” She encouraged teasingly, heading towards the door.
I moved quickly in front of the door, stopping her.
She frowned at me before turning abruptly around and heading towards the window.
She wouldn’t. But then Alice’s thoughts from Italy played in my head. How she was into extreme sports these day.
“Okay,” I sighed. “I’ll give you a ride.”
She shrugged, very blasé. “Either way. But you probably should be there, too.”
“And why is that?”
“Because you’re extraordinarily opinionated, and I’m sure you’ll want a chance to air your views.”
Now I was feeling apprehensive.
“My views on which subject?” I asked through my teeth.
“This isn’t just about you anymore. You’re not the centre of the universe, you know.”
No, I wasn’t. She was.
“If you’re going to bring the Volturi down on us over something as stupid as leaving me human, then your family ought to have a say.”
“A say in what?” I asked, each word separate and distinct. Her had avoided my pergunta how many times now?
She looked up at me, her eyes as clear as her intentions.
“My mortality. I'm putting it to a vote.”


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