Chapter 8: The Cullens

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"You got this, my sweet angel. Focus," he whispers in my ear. His voice is smooth and loving. He is a handsome man, with olive skin, short curly blonde hair, and celestial blue eyes. He's athletically built and looks like he'd never grow a beard. He looks young, maybe in his twenties. The gentle touch of his hands scoots mine up along a bow. The arrow is pulled back to my ear and both eyes are open as I aim for the target across the yard. The landscape is full of trees and obstacles, a hard target to reach for a girl of six.

"What if I miss?"

"You'll just have to try again; we all make mistakes but we can learn from them. Now take aim," he pulls away from me. The bow is small and to my size, but the string is taut and stronger than the arm that holds it, which is beginning to struggle. I let go, and the arrow flies above the target, missing completely.

"I missed," I pout, looking back at the young man. He doesn't look displeased but instead has a warm smile on his lips.

"I wasn't perfect at first...."

"Don't you lie to her," the woman from my other memory comes out of the house behind us. She leans on the sliding door with her arms crossed and a smile on her face. Her green eyes glow under the sun. "Your daddy is just different from us, but you'll get it. One day you'll be just as good as him."

One day....

"Furiae," someone's voice calls out to me, blurring the image of my dream in my mind. My parents disappear into the blur, leaving me alone in icy darkness. "Furiae." The voice is feminine and familiar. Forcing my eyes into slits, I notice in a grogginess that Bella and Edward sit at the front of the car. Edward in the driver's seat and Bella in the passenger. My face rests against a clear window that looks out to a beautiful glass house with three stories of windows. The forest encroaches around us on all sides except for a trail that appears to be the driveway. We could definitely be in Forks, but not La Push.

"Where are we?" I ask, sitting up. Glancing at the clock above the radio, I notice it's almost 2 a.m. It took us three and half hours to get here.

"We're at Edward's house," Bella smiles. "It's pretty early in the morning so I figured we can get some rest and I will take you to the border of Forks and La Push in the morning."

"Oh, okay."

After explaining to the two of them what happened to me the night I disappeared, they've been gentle and understanding with me. Bella had gone through some things these last few months also. She was being stalked by a vampire as well, whom they killed along with a small army of newborns. But there is a rift between Edward and Jacob that Bella can't always cross. Instead of taking me all the way to Jacob's, she promised to take me to the border so as not to interfere with Jacob. I wasn't sure what she meant by that.

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