Authors Note: Wow, I am amazed by the reception this story has come across…
Disclaimer: I own not but the plot.
..at times I almost dream
I, too, have spent a life the sages’ way,
And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance
I perished in an arrogant self-reliance
Ages ago; and in that act, a prayer
For one more chance went up so earnest, so
Instinct with better light let in by death,
That life was blotted out-not so completely
But scattered wrecks enough of it remain,
Dim memories, as now, when once more seems
The goal in sight again…
Bella POV – Chapter 5
I was in dank place, a hint that I was needed, much needed and it pulled me from my home in Ireland to the dank outcasts of England. My feet squelching in the muddy ground as I moved, yet I cared not, I was a vampire and a nomad. I cared not that I was a female and was raised to be proper; I cared for dirt and grime to be free.
“Cad is ainm duit? (What is your name)” I call softly as I see a broken vampire nestled in a small rock cave. I did not mean broken as he was in pieces but the fact I could see his broken spirit.
His eyes shot up, black as raven’s wings; his teeth pulled back in a snarl. “Isibéal is ainm dom”. (Isibéal is my name). I state moving closer, my shield pulling around me tightly. “Cad is ainm duit?”
“Speak English, foolish barbarian.” The male hissed causing me to raise my brows.
“Tell me your name broken man.” I state in a heavy accent.
“Alistair. Speak your name woman.” He hisses once again, still not moving.
“I told you, Isibéal is name. Tell me Alastar what brings you here, why so far away and not in coven?” I ask, sitting down in the mud causing him to raise his brows at me in slight amusement. It wasn’t much but enough.
“Betrayed, I ran. I take you find this foolish like others.” He spat causing me to shake my head.
“Is fearr rith maith ná drochsheasamh.” I state causing him to cock his head to the side. “He who runs away lives to fight another day.”
The scene faded and I only dreamt of bits and pieces of Alastar, helping him fight and use his gift, to hunt and further on helped him trust someone. We had become good friends, I told him of my change and my gifts, he shared his own secrets his family. We were inseparable until the wolves came and I was taken from him, I had risked my life for his.
I shot up in a gasp, my heart beating rabidly followed by a growl that came from downstairs. The sound of yelling now registering to my ears, I shot out of bed and rushed down the stairs only come to a sudden stop as a man stood chest to chest against Peter, but…
“Iza, maybe we should head back upstairs for a second until the men calm down.” Charlotte whispered causing Peter and the man to snap their heads towards us. My eyes locked onto the man’s, his eyes and face oh so familiar, the scowl though was not.
“Iza, Suga’, please go with Char. Just until I can settle Alistair here, down.” Peter asked causing me to frown, Alistair… why did the name seem so familiar?
Blinking, foggy dreams came back to me, for the first time I was having trouble to remember what I dreamt mere minutes before. I pulled my hand away and moved closer to the man, slowly and carefully; my bare feet making the softest of noise on the wood.
“You are not her. Why I wasted my time for a human.” He growled out lowly causing my brows to rise. I heard Char and Pete to hiss in rage but I raised my hand softly telling them I was okay.
“Go hifreann leat Alastar!” I blurt out causing Alistair’s eyes to open wide a fraction just as a brilliant smile burst upon his face.
“There ye are Isibéal, it had been a long lonely existence so far without you little sparrow. You sure look different to the childlike body you held but there can be no mistaken the fire behind them eyes of yours.” He chuckled before pulling me into his arms tightly, yet gently so I wouldn’t be crushed.
“I can remember you Alastar, only little though. In due time, I will remember you.” I tell him causing him to stiffen as my words registered.
“You remember the past life. How many or just me?” He asked and I dared not to answer.
“She remembers many, being Rae-Isa, being in Egypt, Russia.” Peter replied and I did my best to give him a glare over my shoulder.
Alistair let me go immediately, his eyes worried. “You know that this means of a curse. She told me of one time, as a strange dream but I pushed it off. She was a mere child when changed no older than ten, at twenty-three vampiric years she found me on the cliffs. Twenty five she was taken from me by those she had been running from. I will stay here, there is nothing that will make me leave now sister.” He stated fiercely, looking back at me, daring me to argue.
“Then you will stay, I cannot stop you and I know they expected you. You can help them watch me as I go to school, speaking of which I need to get ready for before I am late. You said there was a coven here also; I know to avoid them but what coven is it?” I ask causing Char and Peter to give each other looks but it was Alistair to answer.
“Cullen’s, Carlisle seemed to be not far from here and Major Whitlock. Why haven’t you made them aware of your existence?” He asked causing Peter to sigh harshly, but I knew. They had told me long ago of Jasper and when I asked them why.
“Because his so called mate is a manipulative little bitch and will take Iza away from us. In this life she is blood, not to me but to Charlotte. We see her as a daughter; we can’t let her be ripped from us. So Charlotte hides us from them, scent and looks; to the world we are her aunt and uncle.”
Peter explained darkly, “Plus I don’t trust the little seer or the mind reader.”
Alistair hummed and nodded, “I’ve only met the child once. Rude, egotistical, god complex. I see why, consider me an Ally.”
Authors Note: So who in the Cullen’s do you think she has a past connection too even if so briefly.