The Vibration of Love - Chapter 5
Edward flew across the room. I pulled the blankets around my body, curled into a ball and sobbed. After a moment, I heard, “Bella, love, are you alright? Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head, still unable to talk.
“Then what is it?” He asked. He ran his hand over my hair.
“Please don’t touch me,” I said.
He snapped his hand back. I couldn’t look at him, but I imagined his pained expression.
I finally stopped crying enough to gasp, “I’m back here; I’m not her.”
“No!” He thundered.
I curled more tightly into a ball and started sobbing again.
“When?” He asked.
“When what?” I choked.
“When did you come back?”
“You were still…” I couldn’t finish the sentence. It was too unbearable to think that a man other than Rob had just been inside of me. I thought back to being in Rob’s warm arms and the shared ecstasy we felt, and then suddenly being with a cold, marble like body and shuddered. I heard a crack and looked up to see Edward throw the dust across the room from the steel bedpost he had just crushed in his hand.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I forgot you could read my mind.”
He turned on me. His eyes were black. “I thought you wanted this. You said you wanted to make love before I turned you. You said you didn’t want to wait any longer, and I listened to you!”
His face was inches from mine; his black eyes pierced me, looking for an answer. I was terrified, and he read the fear in my thoughts. He backed away.
“Edward, the last thing I remember is being in the living room with your family. The Harry Potter movie was on, and I started crying because I was scared I wouldn’t see my husband again.” I saw Edward wince. “What happened after that?”
“You passed out again. When you woke up, you didn’t remember anything, just like the other times. I told you what happened, and I asked if you were sure that our marriage and my plans to turn you were what you wanted. That’s when you insisted on making love. You said you wanted to show me how sure you were.” He sat down and put his head in his hands. I had a feeling that if he could cry, the tears would be flowing.
“God, I wish I could prove to you that I’m not her. I’m so sorry this mess is causing you pain too,” I said. I had an idea. “Edward, may I use your laptop, please?”
He looked at me questioningly. “I want to see what is the same and what is different between my world and yours. Maybe it will give me a clue as to what is happening.”
He grabbed his jeans. As he slipped them on, I gasped. “Holy shit!” I thought, then tried not to think about what I had just seen when I remembered he could read my mind. I was too late; he glanced at me and smiled.
The curiosity was too much for me. I had to ask, “Ah, are all male vampires that, ah …?” I was too embarrassed to actually finish the sentence.
“Well-endowed?” He finished for me, smiling.
“Uh, yes?” I asked.
“I think so,” he said. “It seems to be a trait that helps attract our prey.” I nodded and shuddered.
He walked over to his desk, unplugged his laptop and handed it to me.
“Do you mind if I borrow some clothes?” I asked.
He looked at the other Bella’s clothes. They appeared to be shredded. He smiled. “Yes, I guess you do need something else to put on.” He walked to his closet and pulled out one of his button down shirts, then pulled a pair of sweats out of his bureau. He set them on the bed then said, “I’ll leave you alone while you get dressed. Do you want something to eat or drink?”
“Just some water, please,” I said. There was a blur, and he was gone.
I got dressed, and then sat back down on the bed with the laptop. Let’s see if I exist in this world, I thought. I opened the browser and Googled, ‘Bella Jordan.’ My face appeared along with several references to my work and Jordan Records. When I saw my picture, I realized that I had not looked in a mirror while I was in this world. Do I look like Kristen or me? I thought, jumping up and running into the bathroom. When I stepped in front of the mirror, I saw the reflection that I always saw in the mirror. “Why do I look like me?” I wondered aloud.
Edward appeared behind me. “What do you mean?” He asked.
I turned to look at him. “You all look like the actors who play your characters in the movies. I told you earlier that an actress named Kristen Stewart plays the part of your Bella. I would have expected to look like Kristen,” I said.
“Like the TV show, Quantum Leap?” He asked.
“Yes, exactly,” I replied. “When that character leaped between realities, he took on the appearance of the people he switched places with. To everyone else, he appeared as the person whose body he was using; however, when he looked in the mirror, he saw his body.”
I walked back to the laptop and pointed to a picture of me. “Edward, does this picture look like me?”
He grabbed the laptop, enlarged the image and gasped. He looked at the screen then looked at me. “Is it possible that you have a twin you never told me about?” He asked.
“A twin also named, Bella?” I asked.
He read the articles about me then handed the laptop back to me. I scanned the articles. My life seemed to be the same in this world as it was in my world up until the time that I worked on the Twilight movie and met Rob. There was no mention of Twilight. It mentioned a string of other movies and albums I had worked on.
I Googled, ‘Twilight,’ and it did not return any reference to a book or movie. I Googled ‘Stephenie Meyer,’ and it did not return any reference to an author. Next, I Googled, ‘Robert Pattinson.’ The page filled with references to Rob’s work, articles and pictures, much as it would if I had Googled him in my world. This is interesting, I thought. There were several references to him and Kristen. Apparently, in this reality, they had starred together in a series of movies based on the Avengers. I scanned several articles that linked them romantically, but, of course, in my reality, there would be several articles that linked them romantically. There was no way to know how much of that was true.
I pointed to a picture of Kristen. “In my reality, this is the actress who plays your Bella.” Edward stared, transfixed, at the screen. “Edward?” I asked.
He shook his head. “She looks so familiar, but I’m sure I’ve never seen any of her movies. I feel like I know her from somewhere.”
“I wonder if I would cause some cataclysmic time space continuum collapse if I met myself,” I said as I looked at my counterpart’s image. “I need Emmett, the Star Trek aficionado’s advice.”
“Yes, and Carlisle holds a degree in physics, so let’s update him with what you’ve found,” he said.
I looked at him. “You’re starting to believe that there’s more to this than hallucinations, aren’t you?” I asked.
He nodded, clicked the laptop window that displayed my counterpart’s image, looked at it and then looked at me. “There’s definitely more to what is happening than hallucinations.”
I saw him scanning the article that went with the picture. “You are considered a protégé?” He asked.
“I don’t know about that, but I’ve been working side by side with my father since I could walk,” I replied.
“Your father is Barry Jordan?” He asked, raising his eyebrow. I nodded.
“Come with me,” he said. He walked out of the room, and I followed. We went downstairs, and he walked over to the piano. “I’d love to hear you play,” he said.
“Oh, I see,” I said. “This is a test. Alright, I’m game.” I sat down at the piano and warmed up with a few scales, and then started to play Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata Third Movement, considered one of the most difficult pieces for any pianist to play well. I saw Edward’s eyebrow shoot up. I transitioned to Debussy’s Interrupted Serenade, also considered a challenging piece to master. When I finished, I heard quiet applause behind me. When I turned around, the entire Cullen family was standing there with a look of shock on their faces.
Edward sat down next to me and started to play Debussy’s Petite Suite, which was intended to be played by two pianists, sharing the same keyboard. I seamlessly joined him. I realized I was really enjoying myself. I hadn’t played a duet in a long time.
When we played the last chords, the Cullen’s applauded again.
“You most definitely are not Bella Swan,” he smiled.
“Yes, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you,” I said.
“Edward,” Carlisle said, “What’s going on?”
Edward stood up and looked at me. “Bella Jordan, I’d like to formally introduce you to my family.”
I smiled at Edward and then looked at the Cullens. “It’s nice to meet all of you.”
They nodded and looked more confused than ever.
The next chapter is titled: “True Blood.”
True Blood is an American television drama based on the The Southern Vampire Mysteries series of novels by Charlaine Harris, and details the co-existence of vampires and humans in Bon Temps, a fictional small Louisiana town. The series centers on Sookie Stackhouse, a telepathic waitress at a bar, who falls in love with vampire Bill Compton.
True Blood's Emmy-nominated title sequence intermingles contradictory images of sex, violence and religion and displays them from the point of view of a supernatural, predatory creature observing human beings from the shadows.
Plot summary: Following the creation of synthetic blood, vampires have progressed from legendary monsters to fellow citizens overnight. One night, Sookie meets Bill Compton a handsome 173-year-old vampire who has returned to Bon Temps following the death of his last remaining relative. As she cannot hear his thoughts, she finds it easy to be in his company and, over the first season, the two become romantically involved.
Author’s Note: Here’s my review of True Blood: I only watched the first episode because I was curious about the show. I found it to be disturbingly violent (I’m not into violence). It was also very sexually graphic, so don’t watch it if kids are around. Also, the vampire, Bill, has NOTHING on Edward when it comes to being sexy! I can see why the plot would draw people in, but it wasn’t my thing. I’d rather read and write FanFiction! [smile]
I used this show’s title for the next chapter since I found ‘True Blood,’ to be so much darker than ‘Twilight,’ and in the next chapter, Edward struggles with his dark side.
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