In Dire Need of Cessation

Nineteen

Slowly, both my physical and emotional strength returned to me, filling me with enough power to continue mine and Bella's journey. Yet, I was convinced that I would need much more than my vampire capabilities to (compete) aid Bella as she stared blankly at her parents.

I was in full control now, as if the vision I had just experienced hadn't ever affected me. However, I stayed motionless, not even breathing, as my eyes were focused on Bella...not her father.

I could read Bella like the back of my hand, I could see she was now on the frontline, her emotions stalemate from the result of shock. Bella's pale face was devoid of emotions, only the harsh breeze that was howling between the gravestones made the only audible (for them) sound.

Strangely, her vulnerable expression, something I hadn't witnessed before, reminded me immensely of her younger years, before the horror of her marriage. Although, Bella wouldn't have known her father was being (a bastard) unpassionate with his glare, firing lasers at both me and his daughter, as her eyes were on those blue ones of her mother.

I didn't think Bella was even breathing either.

She was so utterly still that it reminded me of a (dead body) statue, one that would resemble the angel behind me, who's wings were broken and body shrouded with a demanding ivory that attempted to capture her skin.

How I wanted to stand and protect Bella (from her parents) (mainly her father) as she struggled to digest this scene before her. Her guard, which Bella had built over the past three centuries with all the strong materials she could muster, was as thin as paper before us all; it was frail and easy to tear, something I would bet her father would be more than content to do, and I was sure her parents' appearance was the water to make her guard weak.

No more than three seconds had scraped by when her eyes tightened and she became active in reality, her mind had more than evidently been taken back in time, and it was now that she had figured what was the best approach to proceed in this event.

Those eyes of her's didn't tighten in glee, or happiness, or nostalgia, or sadness, no, they tightened in anger. Rage.

"How are you present?" she hissed, her eyes flicking between her parents, both of whom wearing mildly surprised expressions. Obviously, they hadn't expected Bella to obtain a backbone, something to support herself. This wasn't the little Bella they had sold off when she was hardly a teenager, this wasn't the innocent child of before.

Bella had grieved for her parents when she had died, or when they had abandoned her in the deal of marriage. Therefore, that paper guard that was so easily breakable, was now steel, thick and bullet proof from any emotional attack.

She wasn't a wounded soldier anymore in that frontline of emotional turmoil.

Her father raised his eyebrows mockingly. "And here I was believing you were loyal to the church," he huffed, his voice drained from the thickness of obedience that I remembered from my vision. Unlike the heaviness he had once possessed, his voice was hollow, dead, and weak.

Heaven had really done a number on him.

This wasn't what I would have said a reunion would be like after three hundred years; why would he mention the church? Yes, we were on the church grounds, and this monster ('they were monsters together. I loathe them.') was buried here.

Out of all the possible things this beast could have said, he chose the church; granted, in the time period they were alive, the church was an extremely vital part of one's life- it was of mine when I was human. Despite this fact, shouldn't it have been something more relevant?