Bella and the Newborns
Newborn Bella ran through the forest in a silk cocktail dress, laughing as the wind blew her shiny, dark brown hair behind her. Being a vampire was awesome. She was strong, and beautiful; she had an amazing daughter, she got to keep Charlie in her life, Jacob was still her friend, she and Edward had mind-blowing sex in the cottage her in-laws had given her for her birthday, and she had incredible self-control… It was a dream come true. A fairy tale. She didn’t mind when the forest grew dark—the result of a sudden storm—and she realized she did not recognize it anymore. She could use her amazing vampire senses to find her way back home. The sudden bolt of lightning surprised her, but did not frighten her. Nothing could hurt her now. It was then she caught the scent of another vampire. A defensive growl rumbled in her throat, although she knew she could defeat any foe—she had made the Volturi turn their tails and go home after all. She realized it was Carlisle’s scent and followed it. She found him sitting on the forest floor. His clothing was filthy and horribly old-fashioned (was it Halloween already?) and his normally perfect hair a mess. The Zen-like calm with which he always carried himself was also notably absent. “Carlisle?” He looked up, his eyes bright, brilliant, newborn red.