Chapter Five

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Damn you, ever-nagging plot bunnies ... I just can't get this one out of my head. I am focusing on one story, but I wanted to get a foundation on this new one. So, here we go ... This will be similar to Buying Love, Friends with Benefits, Mafia Princess and The One That Got Away, with shorter chapters and weekly updates: Sundays with teasers on Thursday.

Also, I put something in my author's note last time that threw people for a loop. I mentioned that Edward was similar to Elsa from the Disney movie, Frozen. You do not need to watch Frozen to understand the story. It was just a pop reference that I believed that most people would understand. Edward's powers will come into their own and you'll see his growth.

Chapter Five


I woke up with a start. I was trying to come to grips with the weird-ass dreams that I had. Dreams where I was over nine feet tall with long hair, a wicked tattoo on my face, pointy ears and snow blowing out my hands. On top of that, I had a gorgeous woman next to me, almost as tall as me, curled hair, tattoos along her arms and fire surrounding her body.

Some weird-ass shit. I think my meds are making me more loony.

Padding to the door that connected my room to Bella's, I knocked on it. I heard her quiet voice and I opened the door. She was sitting in one of the chairs, looking out the window. "I was wondering if you wanted something to eat?"

"I'm not hungry," she said, her voice flat. I looked at her and she was so tiny. Her hair hung limply in loose curls. Her bruises were so dark against her pale skin. In Alice's expensive sweats, she was swimming in the clothes. I sat down across from her. "How did I get here?"

"The hotel? Carmen drove you," I quipped. Bella shot me a look, clearly saying that I was a dumbass. "The situation? Only you can answer that. Why did you stay with him?"

"I had no one. I still have no one," she shrugged. "He was the son of my father's best friend. I needed that connection to my family and Jacob gave me that. And then, he hit me and it got worse and worse. I was stuck in that apartment, only used for beating and fucking." Tears streaked down her face and she hastily wiped them away. Blinking toward me, she stared at me. "With Jake, I always felt fear. But, with you, I feel safe. Warm."

"That's kind of ironic. Everyone says that I'm freezing," I snorted. "My hands that is. I guess I run colder than most."

"I run hotter," she chuckled. "The doctor took my temperature and it read as a hundred and three. I told her that was normal for me. I wasn't sick and with blood work, it was determined that I was perfectly healthy, albeit underweight, littered with bruises and recovering from a miscarriage." She tugged on the sleeves of her hoodie. "I should eat. I'm not hungry. I got used to not eating."

"You need your strength back," I said. "If we're going to fight your husband, I don't want you passing out in court."

"I'm stronger than I look," she said, raising her hand. With a deft flip of her wrist, a flame erupted from her palm. "I'm like you. You're like me."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, staring at the fire ball in her hand. "And put that out ... you could start a fire."

Bella looked at me, arching a brow. "The window," she replied. "That's why I feel safe with you. You have something inside of you that's not of this world. We both do." She closed her hand, extinguishing the fire ball. "It wasn't until I discovered I could do that ... it solidified my decision to walk away from Jacob. He's also not from this world. There is something inside him that is inherently evil. His soul is black."

"How did you know about the window?" I whispered.

"I heard the sound of the crystallization," she shrugged. "I can hear so much more now. I don't know why. With all the blows to my head, I'm shocked that I didn't lose my hearing." She took my hands, sighing as our skin came in contact. "So blissfully cool." Her fingers traced my palm. "Show me."

"I've always been cold, but today was the first time that the feeling of cold came out of me," I murmured. "I thought I was going crazy. Hell, I did go crazy."

"We're all a little crazy," she said. "Flip your hand, but keep your palm cupped. It'll keep your power from spreading." She demonstrated, producing another fire ball. "Try it."

I blew out a breath, twisting my wrist. Floating just above it, was a simmering blue ball of ice, snow and water. "Whoa," I breathed. "That's how it looks?"

"One facet of it," she said, moving her fire ball to my snow ball. The light between the two grew exponentially, turning into a bright, blinding white light. Her hand was on top of mine, staring at our combined powers. "I'm fire and you're ice. Together, we combine to become the ultimate power." She looked up at me and her eyes were glowing a warm orange. "But to what end, I'm not sure. All I know for certain as that we are a team, an unbreakable partnership." Glancing back down at the swirling ball of energy, it dissipated. "And in the back of my mind, we're destined to be more than just attorney and client."

"I feel the same way. I want to make sure you're safe," I murmured. "I want to rip your husband limb from limb."

"He won't be easily destroyed," she sighed. "But, for now, I want to forget about him and about his darkness."

"I think I know the perfect thing," I smirked. I got up and picked up the phone. "Room service? Yes, can you deliver two bacon cheeseburgers with fries and two slices of chocolate cake with whipped cream." I turned to Bella, winking at her. She was trying not to smile. "Oh, and some ice cream, too." That broke her giggles free, sounding like melodious bells and warming my soul.

You're turning into a girl, Cullen.

I hung up the phone, sitting down across from Bella. "I'll never be able to eat all that food," she snickered.

"Whatever you don't eat, I'll finish. I'm a growing boy," I teased. Bella blushed, shaking her head. "Hell, enjoy the sweets. Everybody loves cake and ice cream. It cures all the ills in the world. Douchebag husbands, asshole parents ..."

"Asshole parents?" Bella asked, a brow arching.

"I'll tell you later," I sighed.

"It's only fair, Edward," she said, crossing her arms. "You've heard all of my horrible story. I want to hear about your asshole parents."

"After we eat dinner," I promised. "I'll tell you all about my asshole parents and how I ended up working for legal aid." I smiled at her weakly. She took my hand and returned my smile. Seeing her smile gave me the strength to tell her about my history.

A/N: We're going to switch to Bella's POV next chapter as we hear about Edward's past. We're also going to see some more magic and hear some more about these weird, wonky dreams Edward had. Is Bella having them, too?

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