Isabella "Bella" Marie Cullen (nee. Swan) (bellsm) wrote in parabolical,
"You make it sound like a disease." she noted, watching him with interest. Being a vampire in her world was definitely anything but. She was positive there was no way to reverse what Edward was. Not that she would want to. She wanted to be with Edward forever. You could reverse a disease, which is what being a vampire seemed to sound like from his words.
She frowned slightly at his tone, obviously she thought the exact opposite. "There are good vampires. Maybe not where you are from, but where I'm from there are." she said with a nod, her tone giving off the impression there was nothing anyone could say to make her believe otherwise. "He's gone. Destroyed, a while ago. He wasn't the kind of vampire you get around here. It's not like stakes or, crosses, or holy water or anything like that would have worked against him." if he had gone after James and his coven, they would have killed him, Bella had no doubt about that.
Bella just turned and started walking, readjusting her bags in her hands, waiting for him to fall in place. "Arizona actually, but I've been living in Washington for the past two years. LA is definitely not be choice place to be..." she leave if she could, but she couldn't get out of the city. She hated not being able to go out with Edward during the day, and having to be stuck inside. She was beginning to hate LA, and Bella was the kind of girl who loved the sun.