𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 ━━
✧˖*. | ❝Living and breathing was painful.❞ | ✧˖*.
If Cinderella's dream came true, then nightmares could come true too. Her power was not normal nor did it make much sense. Where Alice Cullen was the future, Beatrice Hale was...
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After giving birth to Renesmee, Bella was unresponsive, seemingly dead. The wolves surrounded the Cullen house, getting ready for a fight. The wolves were prepared - or as prepared as they could possibly be. Beatrice wasn't prepared. She didn't love the shifters, but she didn't want to kill them.
Jasper glanced at the wolves. "We're outnumbered."
Alice nodded. "By a lot."
Edward scowled. "I won't let them hurt my family."
Suddenly, the wolves attacked them. The Cullens tried to fight them off until Jacob jumped into the middle of the fight.
"Stop! It's over! If you kill her, you kill me," Jacob informed.
One of the wolves tried to attack again but Jacob turned into a wolf and stopped them. Edward stepped forward.
"Jacob imprinted. They can't hurt her. Whoever a wolf imprints on can't be harmed. It's their most absolute law."
The wolves growled, then slowly backed away, retreating back into the woods.
Beatrice stood by Edward, her hand running gently down his arm, coaxing him about Bella. Edward held onto the hand that was rubbing his arm. He nodded and smiled thankfully at her. Beatrice returned the smile, but it was more forced.
Alec visited me in the woods tonight.
Edward stiffened slightly.
He didn't hurt me. He didn't hurt anyone. He came to visit me. He was nice, Edward. I like him.
He leaned closer to her, lips brushing against her hair. "He's your mate. Of course, you would like him," Edward whispered.
I know, but I never knew it would be like this. I know he's a bad person, and yet, I'm still drawn to him. I know some of what he's done and I know he's against us, but I still... Are you angry?
"I'm not. And they're not too," Edward said, looking at the other Cullens.
She turned around, seeing her family scattered about, staring lovingly at her.
"We're not angry," Esme cooed.
Beatrice looked around. "But Rosalie isn't here."
"Give her time," Alice said. "She will come around."
