Bella Voce by MorganLocklear COMPLETE, A - D

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Fanfiction Based On Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight Series
Rated M for Mature.
Bella Voce
Book One
By Morgan Locklear
Summary:
Paris 1891: Bella is a popular stage vocalist and theatre owner. She's also a very
powerful vampire. Edward is a piano teacher who attends one of her performances and captures her
attention. Together they explore the Bohemian Revolution and each other.
Bella Voce Timeline
1522 Sept 13
th
Bella is born, the third girl to Charlie and Renee Swan
1530 Oct 1
st
Jacob is born an only child to a Spanish farmer and an Egyptian immigrant
1540 Bella is turned by Michael
1544 Oct, 1
st
Jacob’s 14
th
Birthday, and the day he first turns into a wolf
1622 Bella meets Jacob, they live in Spanish caves and clear out a villainous gangs
1645 Jacob meets and marries Leah
1705 Bella gets shot off Spanish coast
1707 Jasper is born in Philadelphia
1727 Jasper is abducted and turned by Victoria
1765 Bella moves to Paris
1790 Jasper moves to Paris
1873 June 20
st
Edward is born to Esme and Carlisle Cullen
1875 Carmen opens at the Opera Comique in Paris, Bella is in attendance
1883 Bella meets Alice
1884 Jacob designs and builds his black carraige
1889 Eiffel Tower is completed, Jacob meets Thomas Edison
1891 Bella meets Edward
1892 The whole gang moves to New York City
Prologue
The well dressed audience waited silently for the curtain to open
.
The auditorium had been recently remodeled and
everything shimmered with newness and richness. Deep tones of blue were offset with creams and gold. The
waiting crowd had all purchased their tickets well in advance and now many of the men were impatiently checking
their pocket watches to see if it was time.
It was.
At the stroke of midnight the sapphire curtain parted smoothly and the room was filled with the sound of applause as
a petite young woman walked out. Miss Bella Swan glided across the stage wearing an elegant blood red evening
gown that dusted the floor behind her and wrapped her small frame in a wreath of scarlet. Her pale face looked like
an innocent white bud in the middle of a dangerous red flower. A simple silver locket was the only jewelry she wore
and long white gloves cradled her delicate hands. Dark brown curls rested against her naked back.
When silence once again claimed the hall Miss Swan began to sing. In truth, what she did was far too beautiful and
haunting to be described by a word as pedestrian as 'sing' however there has not yet been a word invented to
adequately tribute the breathtaking aria she performed. Her Italian was flawless; her phrasing brilliant and her voice
was magical.
The whole of the audience was deeply moved, but none more so than a bashful and beautiful young man who sat
close to the stage. He marveled up at the breathtaking woman and twisted the playbill nervously in his hand until his
sister snatched it from him with a hiss. He barely noticed. His heart pounded in his chest and his stomach was an
unforgiving tangle of gears and knots.
He wasn't just in love, he was reborn. Before the first song was over he had decided that hers was the most heavenly
voice he had ever heard and he inadvertently captured her attention when he whispered, "Bella Voce."
Act I
Chapter One
Theatre of the Night
Paris, like New Orleans, has long been rumored to have a large
vampire population. In the case of the City of Lights this is very
true. Although not in politics or positions of obvious authority
(that would come later), vampires flocked to Paris for one simple
reason; an artistic renaissance known as the Bohemian
Revolution. Art, music and theater all took a great leap forward
in the late nineteenth century and most of the leaping was done
in Paris.
Vampires are voyeurs by necessity, if not by nature, and the
theater provided a marvelous opportunity for them to watch
daytime activities, delicate romances and human rituals. It was especially fun for them to play other people and lose
themselves in a life that was not their own. If only for a little while.
In 1891 the most powerful and beautiful vampire was a young opera singer named Bella Swan. She sang short
operas and quietly educated herself at the
Bataclan
but Bella was simply too talented to go unnoticed. Within a year
she was performing at the
Theatre Garnier
and, as she had already amassed a considerable wealth, she owned her
own auditorium a year after that.
She chose a modest building in a muddy corner of
Place de Pigalle
,
a neighborhood that already boasted severalwell worn stages, and
called her little playhouse
Theatre de la Nuit.
Her midnight shows
were sold out weeks in advance and since she only performed once a
week, she held the interest of an entire city. Bella was a clever and
shrewd business woman but started out a long way from a Paris
stage.
She first sang as a young girl in an English abbey over 350 years
before. Her family had been poorer than most and her only single
delights were church services. She was only ever truly warm after an hour or so in the abbey where she felt like she
was connected to something larger. She also sang like she could knock the walls down and it attracted the attention
of the monks. Bella's parents were offered the chance to send her to the convent where she would serve Almighty
God as a nun.
It was not a hard decision to make as it would protect and educate Bella her whole life. Not many peasants were
allowed to apply for, let alone be offered a place in the church. Her mother cried sorrowfully a week later when she
was taken by a Bishop and his attendants traveling to
Elsebridge.
She was turned by a priest eight years later in early 1540 to protect her from the plague. It had saved her lifebut
everyone she had ever loved died that winter. Everyone she had ever known was dead by Christmas and the man
who transformed her kissed each cheek on New Years Day then left on foot to find what he called "Comforts in the
East."
Upon his departure, Bella was the only person left alive in
Elsebridge
- a nineteen year old vampire nun.
Just bloody great.
She first went to Spain, where she matured, then later to France, where she grew up. She took with her only a silver
locket, a gift from her father, and a few happy memories of her childhood in England. The happiest of which was
when she was eleven and performed in King Henry VIII's court in a children's choir. She had been assigned a solo in
the canon and the sound of her voice echoing in the large chambers had given goose bumps. She would never forget
how that moment felt. She pleased her choir master and she stunned the court. The King was sleeping.
It was the first and last time anyone slept while Bella sang. Even now, she could hear almost 400 heartbeats speed up
as she breathed music into their ears. She had a way of exciting people even when she performed the most timid and
fragile arrangements. Her voice was engaging, passionate, beautiful.
"Bella Voce." She heard the whisper quite clearly and a few measures later she allowed herself a glance at who said
it.
He was devastating. Apollo in the second row! His hair was tousled and completely covered one of his forest green
eyes. Still the intensity of his stare caught her off guard, and the unsolicited compliment would have made her blush,
if that were possible.
Meanwhile, the young man held his breath as the Goddess above him looked his way. Right at him actually. He had
accompanied his sister to the much heralded performance and was not prepared for the suffocating desire he felt
upon seeing Bella. A moment later, when she started singing he almost moaned with awe and pleasure. When his
senses swam back to him, he uttered the only two words he could think of. One of them was her name.
Upon hearing those words Bella had been intrigued. After seeing the lips that delivered the complement, she had
decided he was to be her escort for the evening. True - he was a bit young for her but she had to have him. Besides
she needn't feel too guilty…
He wouldn't feel a thing.
Lucky vampires had guard dogs. Bella was luckier than most, she had Jacob. He appeared to be in his mid-twenties,
stood over six and a half feet tall and had long dark straight hair that complemented his olive complexion. As a man,
his kind face betrayed his hulking mass, but when enraged, he became a wolf twice his size and the transformation
alone was famously frightening.
Jacob's loyalty was fierce and he served Bella in many ways. Tonight he was a bouncer.
His usual duties included protecting Bella during the day while she slept, procuring and disposing of her gentlemen
callers, and some light cleaning and maintenance on the theater.
You know…the dirty work.
He was well paid for his services but owed Bella his life and would never leave her side. Except, of course, when she
hit the higher notes on stage. His hearing was even more acute than hers and coupled with a particular sensitivity to
higher frequencies, he often slipped into the lobby or even onto the street to escape the piercing invasion. Since the
performance had just begun Jacob was still in the auditorium so he too heard "Bella Voce."
He watched as Bella looked for then found her prey. A moment later she looked at Jacob who obediently waited for
her command. A hint of a nod confirmed that he was to invite the unfortunate bastard to meet his maker.
The show was a remarkable experience for those congregated.
Bella was as skilled as she was beautiful and she hypnotized the
crowd with ease. Literally. She learned recently (within the last
50 years) that she had developed certain abilities. Hypnotism was
the first and easiest skill she cultivated. Even mass hypnosis
required little more than her presence. The tricky part was to
provide and institute a 'release' for anyone inadvertently
mesmerized. Without direction, a dazed person might just sit in
their chair after the show or might go out into the street and get
trampled by a horse.
Bella was becoming more powerful every year but since she
planned to retire after a decade or two and move to America she
felt that she could handle the unintended side effect of her
performances. She had never taken advantage of her control and
developed a release cue in her last aria: Mozart's
Queen of the
Night
from
The Magic Flute
.
That night she felt very antsy on stage and wanted badly to be
alone with her unkempt beauty. She even cut a few numbers
much to the delight of her rapidly sobering orchestra. Bella liked
to look at the pretty boys but never touched and never allowed
herself to be possessed by anyone. She was a maid when she was
transformed and although she recognized stirrings and desires she
didn't get along well with other vampires and humans were out of the question.
As the ovation spilled out in a wave that threatened to make Bella almost blush for the second time that night, she
drifted to the back of the stage, opened one of two closed doors and disappeared inside where she waited for Jacob
to bring her dessert.
The crowd rose almost as one when the curtains slid together again and Jacob was already en route. He could not
exactly see who Bella had chosen but he knew the general area she was focused on and, besides, he knew her type.
The gentleman was exactly what Jacob had expected, shy and shaking. At closer inspection, Jacob realized he was a
bit young for his mistress but appeared strong and handsome and quietly alert. Oh yes, he was her type all right.
Jacob approached the boy.
"Excuse me, Mr. ah?"
The young man gazed up at the giant dark man and stammered. "Cul-Cullen. Edward Cullen." He remembered his
manners and hastily included, "And this is my sister, Rosalie."
"Mr. and Miss Cullen please forgive the imposition." He turned to face Edward, "Miss Swan has asked to meet you,
Sir."
Edward became so wide eyed that Jacob had to discretely cover his grin with an errant playbill he recovered from
the floor on his way down. Rosalie, who was threatened by all beautiful women, rolled her eyes and countered with
"No. Thank you. We have to get home."
Jacob hadn't anticipated the complication but knew exactly what to say to part the two siblings for the night. He took
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