Tuesday, April 25, 2017

The One That Got Away

Bella ended up staying in the hospital for a week to monitor any further symptoms like the substantial headache, her staples in her head and the blurry vision. The nice thing was she had the private suite, thanks to Carlisle’s pull in the hospital. However, she got very little sleep because the nurses would constantly check on her every hour or so. She was exhausted and anxious to get home. And by home, home with Edward.

A shower was in order, too. Bella just felt grimy from not being able to shower with her injuries. Sponge baths helped, with the help of the nurses, but it wasn’t the same.

Now, Edward made arrangements to end her lease at her apartment, no penalty because of the water damage she’d experienced earlier in the month. With the help of Charlie, Jasper, who was visiting from Seattle, and Mike, they moved Bella out of the apartment and into his home. They also emptied out her storage unit, putting most of her belongings into the unfinished portion of the basement.

Edward was adamant that he would take care of her once she was out of the hospital because she was struggling with memory loss and gross motor skills. Bella was clumsy naturally, but after her brain was scrambled, she was as wobbly on her legs like a newborn deer.

Both of them were on medical leave until after the new year. Edward had to deal with the emotional aftermath of the revelation of Tanya’s ultimate betrayal. Bella couldn’t focus her mind on anything longer than a minute or two and was not allowed to do anything other than sleep or relax until the doctors cleared her. The twins, after meeting with the family counselor Kelli recommended, would go back to school the Monday after Bella’s release from the hospital.

Which couldn’t come fast enough.

It was Friday, almost one week from when Bella went after Tanya, protecting her children from that heinous monster. She was waiting with Esme to be released, getting the paperwork from Dr. Wells. Esme was puttering around, packing up Bella’s bags and making sure everything was good to go. “I’m going to bring some of this down to the car, sweetheart. Edward will be here when he’s done with his therapy session in a little bit and I’ll be back in ten minutes. There was no parking today,” Esme laughed.

“Thanks, Esme,” Bella said, leaning back on the bed. She was dressed in a pair of yoga pants and one of Edward’s Dartmouth hoodies. She stared out the window, her vision still fuzzy, but getting better.

A few moments after Esme left, there was a tentative knock on the door. “Bella?”


She turned and saw the tall form of her ex-boyfriend, Jacob Black. “Jake, what are you doing here?” she asked. 

Jacob Black

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I wanted to kiss her, but she was scowling, unhappy with the agreement. “I know that you made this decision under duress. However, with being my fiancée, you’ll get protection and you will not have a repeat of last night, dolce,” I whispered.

“What does that mean? Dolce?” Bella asked.

“Sweet,” I answered. “It’s Italian and you are so very sweet.”

“Don’t try to butter me up, Cullen,” she snapped. “I was brutally attacked because of my association with you. I’m agreeing to this because I don’t want my family, the small amount of family that I have left, to be hurt because of our relationship. I want my uncle protected, too.”

“It’s done, Bella,” I said. “It’ll be subtle, but he will be protected.”

She nodded, looking at the clock. “Shit! I have to go to class!” Bella tried to get up and nearly fell in the tangle of sheets. I caught her before she collapsed. “Edward, I have to go.”

“Bella, you have a concussion,” I said, holding her squirming, writhing body. She gasped, collapsing against me. “And damage to your ribs.” She cried, her entire body shaking from her sobs. “Dolce, you need to calm down.”

“I’ve got too much to do … my classes, my job … FUCK! My apartment,” she said, her voice hysterical. I swept her into my arms and sat down on the overstuffed chair in the corner. I held her in my lap, cradling her tenderly. She eventually sagged against me, exhaustion washing over her. “What am I going to do?”

“Let’s talk about all of it,” I said, tucking her head under my chin. She melted against me, idly playing with the buttons of my wrinkled dress shirt. “With that asshole who attacked you, I think it’s best that you stop working for your uncle.”

“I need my paycheck to pay for my classes, Edward,” she muttered.

“Which brings me to my next point … since we’re engaged …”

“Without a ring,” she deadpanned.

“That will be remedied, I promise you,” I vowed, cupping her chin and looking into her espresso depths. “I want to get you something that represents your beauty, your strength and your tenacity.” She blinked, her bruised face breaking my heart. “Back to what I was saying. I’m not going to renege on my promise to pay for your education. I will pay your tuition.”

“Edward …” she argued.

“No, dolce,” I argued back. “I don’t want you pulling insane hours and being out unprotected. So, I’ll pay for your graduate classes. My fiancée is going to get a top-notch education. And you will be protected. I am going to have interviews for your body guard today or tomorrow. I want you to sit in on the interviews. I want you to feel safe with the man I’m entrusting your safety to.”

“I have classes tomorrow, too,” she whispered.

“Send an email to your professors and explain that you were in an accident. You will be out the rest of the week, Bella,” I said.

“I think my laptop was ruined in the struggle,” she grumbled. “Another expense.”

I took out my cell phone. Angela, I need a MacBook, completely tricked out, insured and password protected by the end of the day today ~ E.C.

I’ll get it from IT, boss. You coming in today? ~ Angela

Family emergency … I’ll be back tomorrow. Thanks, Ang. You’re awesome ~ E.C.


“You’ve got a laptop,” I said, arching a brow. She opened her mouth to argue. “Isabella … what’s mine is yours.”

Monday, April 24, 2017

The One That Got Away Update

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Bella was in purgatory, floating in a light grey mist. She could hear whispers, hushed conversations but couldn’t understand anything that was being said. Her head was throbbing, pulsing with each heartbeat. Her wrist hurt, as well, but not as badly as her head. She tried to open her eyes, but they wouldn’t respond.

“Sweetness, just rest,” came the honeyed voice of Edward. “You’re okay.” He pressed a kiss to her temple, sniffling quietly. She didn’t respond, but she allowed herself to fall back further into purgatory, allowing the grey mist to swirl around her comfortingly. She didn’t stay there long. She heard more voices and medical jargon.

Severe concussion.

Traumatic brain injury.

Fractured wrist.

Memory loss.

Drug-induced coma.

Weaning her off the medications.

Bella whimpered and she felt a warm hand twine with hers. “Bella, you’re okay. Can you open your eyes?” She whimpered again, trying to will her eyes to open. They did and she gasped, the light causing the pain in her head to intensify. There was rustling and angry whispers before Edward spoke again. “It’s dark now, sweetness. I need to see your beautiful eyes. I have to know if you’re okay,” he said, his voice sounding so lost and broken. Bella opened her eyes, trying hard to focus on Edward’s face. He was fuzzy, but he was there. “There you are, my gorgeous love.”

“Thirsty,” she croaked, shifting uncomfortably and her voice raspy.

“Here,” Edward said, placing a straw between her lips. She sipped tentatively and leaned back against the pillows, moaning quietly. “Easy, sweetness. You’ve got some staples back there.”

“What happened?” she asked. “I mean, I know what happened, but why am I in the hospital? Are Lucy and Liam okay? Did she …?” Her eyes flew open and she tried to get up out of the bed. She needed to see her babies.

Edward gently stopped her and caressed her cheeks. “They’re okay. Worried about you and anxious to see you. They miss you so much,” he said soothingly. “They want to see their mom.” Bella smiled, tears falling onto her cheeks. He kissed her forehead and sat back, turning to Dr. Wells.

An older, African American doctor stepped forward, standing behind Edward. “I’m Dr. Felix Wells and I was the neurosurgeon assigned to your case. You hit your head so hard on that counter that you got a severe concussion. In fact, you actually fractured your skull and you’ve got seven staples just below the crown of your head.”

“Is that why my head is throbbing and everyone’s blurry?” Bella questioned, blinking her eyes to try to get her vision to clear. It didn’t work.


Edward’s eyes widened and he took out a penlight. “I’m sorry, Bella, but we need to check your eyes,” he whispered. The light seared Bella’s brain and she whimpered, clamping her eyelids shut. “Still sluggish.” 

Sunday, April 23, 2017

The Magic Within Update

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My Beloved Edward,

If you’re reading this, then you must have come into your powers. Carmen and Eleazar were my most trusted advisors and protectors, not to mention my closest friends. They are the two people whom I trust most in the world, besides your mother.

I’ll tell you about her later …

I wanted to tell you about me and our legacy first. Our family has been royalty in the magical world since its inception. Magic transcends languages and time. If anything, magic grows stronger the longer it lays dormant.

Right now?

Magic is bubbling and threatening to burst from the depths of your body and the bodies of all magical creatures. Our job as fae is to control that power. You must control your power and the rest of the power follows suit. That takes concentration and focus. Carmen will help you. She’s been around a long time and will help guide you with your focus. She helped me with mine.


I can imagine that you’re feeling overwhelmed. I wished like hell that I was there to help you, guide you. You were the singular most important thing in my life. I loved you so much. When I held you in my arms, you were so beautiful. Tiny, pink, squirmy and brimming with powers. You will be stronger than me, Edward. Your human mother had latent magic, carried over to you. I think that an ancestor of hers was an elf or a shapeshifter, but you were and are the most powerful being on this planet. 

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Married to the Mob Teaser

“How many people have you killed?” she asked.

“Twenty-two,” I answered. “All of them very bad people, murderers, rapists and …”

“Have you ever killed someone who didn’t deserve it?”

“No,” I replied.

“Can you protect me? Protect my family?” she asked, her eyes looking up at me. “I don’t want to feel what I felt last night. That fear. I don’t want Uncle Jimmy to …”

“I’d die for you, Bella,” I said honestly.

“One year,” she murmured. “Married for one year.”

“After an engagement, of course,” I chuckled. “I’m the oldest son and my mom wants to plan a wedding.”

With a sigh, she eyed me and made a face. “It looks like I’m marrying into the mob.”

I wanted to kiss her, but she was scowling, unhappy with the agreement. “I know that you made this decision under duress. However, with being my fiancée, you’ll get protection and you will not have a repeat of last night, dolce,” I whispered.

“What does that mean? Dolce?” Bella asked.

“Sweet,” I answered. “It’s Italian and you are so very sweet.”

“Don’t try to butter me up, Cullen,” she snapped. “I was brutally attacked because of my association with you. I’m agreeing to this because I don’t want my family, the small amount of family that I have left, to be hurt because of our relationship. I want my uncle protected, too.”

“It’s done, Bella,” I said. “It’ll be subtle, but he will be protected.”

She nodded, looking at the clock. “Shit! I have to go to class!” Bella tried to get up and nearly fell in the tangle of sheets. I caught her before she collapsed. “Edward, I have to go.”

“Bella, you have a concussion,” I said, holding her squirming, writhing body. She gasped, collapsing against me. “And damage to your ribs.” She cried, her entire body shaking from her sobs. “Dolce, you need to calm down.”

“I’ve got too much to do … my classes, my job … FUCK! My apartment,” she said, her voice hysterical. I swept her into my arms and sat down on the overstuffed chair in the corner. I held her in my lap, cradling her tenderly. She eventually sagged against me, exhaustion washing over her. “What am I going to do?”

“Let’s talk about all of it,” I said, tucking her head under my chin. She melted against me, idly playing with the buttons of my wrinkled dress shirt. “With that asshole who attacked you, I think it’s best that you stop working for your uncle.”

“I need my paycheck to pay for my classes, Edward,” she muttered.

“Which brings me to my next point … since we’re engaged …”

“Without a ring,” she deadpanned.

“That will be remedied, I promise you,” I vowed, cupping her chin and looking into her espresso depths. “I want to get you something that represents your beauty, your strength and your tenacity.” She blinked, her bruised face breaking my heart. “Back to what I was saying. I’m not going to renege on my promise to pay for your education. I will pay your tuition.”

“Edward …” she argued.

“No, dolce,” I argued back. “I don’t want you pulling insane hours and being out unprotected. So, I’ll pay for your graduate classes. My fiancée is going to get a top-notch education. And you will be protected. I am going to have interviews for your body guard today or tomorrow. I want you to sit in on the interviews. I want you to feel safe with the man I’m entrusting your safety to.”

“I have classes tomorrow, too,” she whispered.

“Send an email to your professors and explain that you were in an accident. You will be out the rest of the week, Bella,” I said.

“I think my laptop was ruined in the struggle,” she grumbled. “Another expense.”

I took out my cell phone. Angela, I need a MacBook, completely tricked out, insured and password protected by the end of the day today ~ E.C.

I’ll get it from IT, boss. You coming in today? ~ Angela

Family emergency … I’ll be back tomorrow. Thanks, Ang. You’re awesome ~ E.C.

“You’ve got a laptop,” I said, arching a brow. She opened her mouth to argue. “Isabella … what’s mine is yours.”

“You don’t even know me,” she said, getting up and stumbling toward. She opened a door, finding my closet. Turning to another door, she saw my safe. “For fuck’s sake … where’s the bathroom?” I opened the door next to the chair and she slipped inside. I could hear her crying, again my heart shattering.

The One That Got Away Teaser

Bella was in purgatory, floating in a light grey mist. She could hear whispers, hushed conversations but couldn’t understand anything that was being said. Her head was throbbing, pulsing with each heartbeat. Her wrist hurt, as well, but not as badly as her head. She tried to open her eyes, but they wouldn’t respond.

“Sweetness, just rest,” came the honeyed voice of Edward. “You’re okay.” He pressed a kiss to her temple, sniffling quietly. She didn’t respond, but she allowed herself to fall back further into purgatory, allowing the grey mist to swirl around her comfortingly. She didn’t stay there long. She heard more voices and medical jargon.

Severe concussion.

Traumatic brain injury.

Fractured wrist.

Memory loss.

Drug-induced coma.

Weaning her off the medications.

Bella whimpered and she felt a warm hand twine with hers. “Bella, you’re okay. Can you open your eyes?” She whimpered again, trying to will her eyes to open. They did and she gasped, the light causing the pain in her head to intensify. There was rustling and angry whispers before Edward spoke again. “It’s dark now, sweetness. I need to see your beautiful eyes. I have to know if you’re okay,” he said, his voice sounding so lost and broken. Bella opened her eyes, trying hard to focus on Edward’s face. He was fuzzy, but he was there. “There you are, my gorgeous love.”

“Thirsty,” she croaked, shifting uncomfortably and her voice raspy.

“Here,” Edward said, placing a straw between her lips. She sipped tentatively and leaned back against the pillows, moaning quietly. “Easy, sweetness. You’ve got some staples back there.”

“What happened?” she asked. “I mean, I know what happened, but why am I in the hospital? Are Lucy and Liam okay? Did she …?” Her eyes flew open and she tried to get up out of the bed. She needed to see her babies.

Edward gently stopped her and caressed her cheeks. “They’re okay. Worried about you and anxious to see you. They miss you so much,” he said soothingly. “They want to see their mom.” Bella smiled, tears falling onto her cheeks. He kissed her forehead and sat back, turning to Dr. Wells.

An older, African American doctor stepped forward, standing behind Edward. “I’m Dr. Felix Wells and I was the neurosurgeon assigned to your case. You hit your head so hard on that counter that you got a severe concussion. In fact, you actually fractured your skull and you’ve got seven staples just below the crown of your head.”

“Is that why my head is throbbing and everyone’s blurry?” Bella questioned, blinking her eyes to try to get her vision to clear. It didn’t work.

Edward’s eyes widened and he took out a penlight. “I’m sorry, Bella, but we need to check your eyes,” he whispered. The light seared Bella’s brain and she whimpered, clamping her eyelids shut. “Still sluggish.”

“Bella, your brain slammed against your skull and rattled it,” Dr. Wells said. He took out an egg and put it into a glass jar. He shook it, scrambling the egg. Inside the jar, there was the scrambled egg and cracked shell. “That’s what happened to your brain. Obviously, not to this extent, but you get the idea.” He put the egg/jar combo on a shelf behind him. “It’s going to take time for your brain to heal. Your concussion is pretty damned severe. Any more severe, you would have needed surgery.”

“Shit,” Bella whispered. “I hope Tanya …”

“Is going to jail for a long, long time,” Edward said, his voice cold and his eyes dark with hatred. He took her left hand and kissed her knuckles, pressing her hand to his cheek. “She confessed. No trial. The kids will not have to testify, thankfully. Nor do you need to testify. Nothing. She’s in heaps of trouble and will pay for her crimes.”



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My conversation with Carlisle was quite enlightening, to say the least.

And by enlightening, it scared the shit out of me. I’d met the man who adopted Edward as his own, but was, for all intents and purposes, his boss. As I puttered in the kitchen, Carlisle stood and shifted uncomfortably. “I can help you, Bella,” he said. “I should be serving you.”

“What’s this?” I asked, laughing and pointing to Edward’s Keurig.

“Um, a blender?” he chuckled with an adorable crease between his eyes. I shook my head. “Grill pan?”

“Nope! It’s a coffee maker,” I giggled. “Don’t worry about helping me with making breakfast. I’ve survived most of my life fending for myself.” Carlisle frowned deeply, frustration marring his handsome face. I ignored it and I made myself some oatmeal, adding some fresh berries to it, along with cinnamon and nutmeg. “Would you like some?”

“No thank you,” he said, wrinkling his nose. “I don’t need to eat.”

“Really? I know that Edward has to eat if he’s been injured. Sleep, too,” I said. “Is that true for you?”

“Only if I’m gravely injured with a poison arrow from Lucifer,” Carlisle muttered. “It happened once, during the last invasion by him and his evil minions. My mate, Esme, who is also a Dominion, was able to heal me and I slept for almost a month, devouring an entire cow.”

“Was that when Edward was exiled?” I asked. “Well, before he was exiled?”

Carlisle nodded, sighing deeply. “What happened was not entirely his fault, but it was a part of the reason why he was exiled. Edward is a good man, a strong man and he hates when there is anyone in his region in pain. He felt the fake pain of Lucifer, trying to help him and it was a gradual change. By the time, he realized that he was helping Lucifer, he tried his hardest to stop it. He freed so many concentration camps, including Jasper’s. He used all his powers, trying to end it all and it helped tremendously. He used his power of persuasion, tricking the human inside of Lucifer’s minion. The human, Hitler, died at his own hand, but it was under Edward’s mind control and his guilt that caused him to kill himself,” Carlisle said. “The war ended, but He was so upset, desperate to recycle Edward. He’d committed the worst crime that an angel could commit. Alice fought for him, his team fought for him, but it was my testimony and my belief that he could be redeemed that sent him to exile down to Earth.”

“And now?” I asked.

“And now, Edward’s been redeemed and is now working for me once again,” Carlisle said, sitting down across from me. “Bella, you are important to him, to us.”

“Everyone says that and I don’t understand why,” I said, moving to the sink and doing my dishes, scrubbing my bowl with a little too much vigor.

“I’m not at liberty to say that, but you cannot fall for Lucifer’s tricks. If you become a part of his plan, unknowingly joining his minions, you would tip the balance of power to evil, to the darkness,” Carlisle growled. “Did Edward tell you how to know if someone you know is under Lucifer’s influence?”

“Black eyes,” I whispered. “No color.”

“It’s more than that. There’s no white. The entire eye is black, Bella,” Carlisle explained. He took out a cell phone from his pocket, hitting it on the counter. “How does this work? I have a picture on this contraption.”

“Give me that,” I said, swiping my finger across the screen. “When was the last time you were on Earth?”

“World War II,” he replied, smiling wryly. “Technology has changed. And Alice likes to tease me that I’m older than dirt.”

“Are you older than dirt?” I giggled.