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if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul.
Mark 8:36
Preface
Have you ever felt like you were living inside a dream that you couldn't
escape from? Like you were reaching out, trying to find a hole to climb
out of, or a crack to slide under... and yet, all you found was more
walls? Have you ever felt like you could be calling out for someone,
anyone to help you, but all you heard was the sound of your voice as it
echoed and bounced around you? This is how I felt. I was trapped,
excluded. Forgotten.
I was not prepared. I should have been, but I wasn't. I never even
expected to find myself in this type of predicament.
All I wanted was for someone in this world to notice me for who I am,
not for what I was. I wanted one single soul to look at me in my eyes
and see a person behind them, not a monster. ...Somehow, deep
inside, I never truly thought it would happen. So when it did, it took me
like a windfall and knocked me off of my bearings. I couldn't breathe,
couldn't move, couldn't think, and most of all, I couldn't process one
single surrounding. It was uncontrollable.
"Look at me, Bella!" the beautiful creature shouted at me. I felt his
firm, warm fingers on my skin, gripping my jaw, shaking my face until
my eyes found his again. His eyes were a deep green, deep as the
meadow we laid in just hours before this. I wanted more than anything
to be back there once again. I began to close my eyes, imagining we
were there. Warm. Alone now, but together.
"Stay right there, love! Don't you dare close your eyes! Don't you do
it!"
My body began to shake and I felt the cold start to take it's effect on
me. My eyes filled with tears, something that happens to my kind once
every ten years or so. "E-Edward," I croaked out, reaching up to grab
one of his perfect hands. "I-I am so sorry. I didn't mean to -"
"Oh my God, Bella! Don't you leave me! I can't breathe without you,
you can't leave me now! Hold on, Angel! Hold on!"
And when I found his eyes, I was at peace again. One last time.
And then I closed my eyes to rest, the first time in over a hundred
years.
Chapter One - Uncontrollable Fate
"Name?"
"Isabella Swan."
"Swan?"
"Yes."
"Hmm..." The gray-haired lady stuck the chewed pencil in her mouth
and began to rummage through the stack of papers, searching silently.
I smiled pleasantly toward her, secretly annoyed by the fact that her
eyes were much weaker than mine. I saw my name on the corner of
the third sheet ten minutes ago, but didn't want to make her think she
was doing her job inadequately. Clearly, this wasn't her fault. She was
just a human.
A few moments passed, and she finally paused and returned my smile.
"Here you are: Isabella Swan." She gave me my new schedule for the
year, my books, some papers for my father to sign, and a list of
extracurricular activities I might take interest to this year. I thanked
her briefly and walked swiftly out of the room.
I guided up the tall stairs and down the dark, empty hallway, humming
Debussy to myself. I found my locker at the end of the hall by the
water fountain. It was always at the end of a hall due to the fact that
my last name began with an S.
As I slammed the locker shut and walked back towards the stairs, a
wave of panic crossed over me. I froze in my place, catching my breath
sharply.
I smelled a human.
Not the typical, everyday, run-of-the-mill type of human. No, this was
different.
Thoughts that could expose my father and I for who we truly are.
The steps came closer as more images hit me like a shockwave. Yes, it
was an empty hallway. It was after 4 pm. Most of the faculty had gone
home for the day, and since school didn't officially start until tomorrow,
I knew I could probably react the way I immensely desired to, and have
time clean up the mess before anyone would notice. No, I thought. I
can't do this. Not to Charlie.
I gasped, my jaw hitting the floor. Not only was his smell delicious and
his heartbeat the sound of the most beautiful drum, but the body that
these things belonged to was perfect. I have never seen a human so
beautiful in my entire life. He was tall and slim. His hair was a messy
disarray of bronzed delight. He had deep, true, meaningful green eyes.
His lips formed to a perfect pout, and when he smiled at me, he
showed the most perfect set of white teeth.
I stayed frozen, my eyes trying to focus onto his. I curled my fists into
balls, fighting back the urge to pounce on him.
The beautiful man tilted his head slightly to his right, his smile growing
larger. "Are you alright?" he asked, showing true concern.
We stared at each other, frozen at our marks. The building was empty
and the silence was overbearing as the pace of his heart echoed off of
the solid walls. More thoughts crashed over me now, thoughts so
devastating that I couldn't force myself to process them.
I wanted him more than anything ever before, and I couldn't hide it. I
took a step closer to him, and forced myself to gain control. I shook my
arms around, loosening up my stance. "I-I'm sorry," I spoke lightly,
clearing my throat and giving him my best smile. Confidence was
overtaking me.
My control was much better, and all I felt now was desire. I turned my
head towards him, taking another step. "Was there something I can
help you with?" As I took another small step towards him, I could hear
his heart rate kick up a few notches. I was getting to him in the same,
but opposite way that he was getting to me.
I smiled, taking the small piece of paper from him and meeting his
eyes once more. Then I read the number. "183. You're right next to
me."
His smile grew larger as he followed behind me, walking towards our
lockers. "Well, that is convenient then," he mused.
He nodded as he opened the locker and shoved his stuff inside. "Thank
you so much," he said graciously. He reached out his hand for me to
shake it. "I'm Edward Cullen."
"It's nice to meet you, Edward Cullen." I took his hand, subsiding
thoughts of murder and death. But as we touched, another shockwave
shook my body and we both jerked away immediately.
He froze, his eyes staring deep into mine. I shoved my hand into my
jean pocket, looking down. More thoughts rose into my mind as his
heartbeat kicked up again. He was startled. My slight touch startled
him.
I began to quickly walk around him, heading towards the steps. "I-I
gotta go, my father is waiting on me."
He nodded, placing his own perfect hands into his pockets, and leaned
against the locker. "Well, it was nice meeting you." he said, more calm
now.
Charlie laughed and put the truck in gear, driving out of the parking
lot. "I was beginning to wonder if you committed a massecure on the
school faculty," he teased.
I shot him a dirty look before leaning my head against the window,
trying to flush out the thoughts of the Angel I just witnessed.
I knew right then that I had to do whatever it took to stay away from
him. I couldn't expose myself like this. Not after all my father has
worked for to keep us safe, and to build a reputation here in Forks.
The car ride was silent and as we walked inside our home, I felt myself
begin to shake again with the very notion of that man crossing my
mind again. I needed to hunt. Immediately.
I jogged up the steps to my bedroom, slamming the door behind me as
I tried to gather my thoughts. But I couldn't escape him. Not even if I
tried to. I was suddenly surrounded by decisions and questions. It was
as if I were under a silent attack, and I couldn't figure out why this was
happening to me.
Who was this man? Why wasn't he like all the other humans I
surrounded myself with on a daily basis? What made him so different,
and why was he crawling further underneath my skin by the second?
Why couldn't I escape from his passionate stare? Worst, did I really
want to escape?
I couldn't take a moment to think to save my life. But I needed to, this I
knew... If I was going to save his.
Chapter 2: Like A Woman Posessed
I thought severely about cutting class, even on the first day. I couldn't
imagine walking to my locker and seeing his prescence near me,
knowing how badly I wanted him.
Then again, I couldn't imagine not seeing him, and feeling miserable
the whole time.
So, being the cruel masochist that I am, I decided to bite my lip, hold
my breath, and go to school. As soon as I entered the school building
and walked down the Junior hallway, I began to regret my decision.
Despite the fact that there was over 1800 kids in my school, all with
different smells and heart beats... only one stood out by a mile.
My senses found him standing at the end of the long hallway before
my body even made it up the staircase.
"Hey Bella! Welcome back!"
There he stood, in all his glory. His hair was a beautiful mess of
bronzed dismay. His dark green t-shirt fit his frame perfectly, and was
the exact match to his overtakingly beautiful eyes. He wore dark blue
jeans with a black belt, which matched the black cufflink around his
right wrist. His smile was breathtaking, the kind that drew you into
him. It was the type of smile that could be placed in magazines next to
the ugliest product, but still sell a million shares. It was devastating,
how perfect he was.
It wasn't because she was the only girl that looked like she was good
enough to stand next to him. It wasn't because she was thin, or
beautiful. It wasn't because she had silky, short brown hair, a
welcoming smile, and a pixie-like posture. It wasn't because she had a
contagious laugh that filled the room and pulled people in.
Edward was laughing, leaning his head over to her. His cheek touched
the top of her head, and his arm was thrown over her shoulders. Her
perfect hand was patting him on his chest, and she was talking to the
group of guys in front of them like she was proud of him. Like she
loved him. Like he was hers.
I felt pure disgust with myself. I don't know what I was expecting, or
even why I should be expecting something. But it definetly wasn't this.
He was taken.
As the first bell rang and I found myself standing in a distance in the
center of the hallway with my jaw ajar, I felt a sense of nausea hit. I
watched through what appeared to be slow motion images, as she
stood on her tiptoes to kiss him on his cheek, before they strided off to
class in seperate directions. I watched him walk away, and waited
before he was out of sight before I drug my feet over there. I claimed
by English Lit book from my locker, slamming the door behind me.
His smell was all around me, causing my empty chest to ache more. I
couldn't believe how idiotic I was being. I just met the guy. I should
continue to convince myself that he didn't matter, that he was just
another human.
But no matter now hard I tried, I couldn't shake him from my mind. He
was the Romeo in the chapter I got called on to read out loud in class.
He was the voice I heard every time I rummaged through the halls.
Everyone was talking about him. It was unavoidable.
"Hey Bella!"
"It's the first day of school and we have a pep rally to lead today! Oh,
and we got this gorgeous guy now, I swear Bella he could be a model!
He's new, along with some other newbies, but this guy is suppossed to
be this AMAZING right fielder, and everyone keeps going on and on
about how perfect he is, and how silly and funny he is, and how smart
he is... So did you forget your uniform or something?"
I let out a loud sigh, slumping down in the same seat I've had in this
class since I began this stupid high school. I joined the cheerleading
team for my father, Charlie. He once said to me, "Bella, since you're
going to be here for awhile, you might as well experience new things
that you would never catch yourself doing. You have a long life ahead
of you. Make me proud!" Yeah. Thanks Dad.
"No," I sighed again, pulling out my portfolio. "I didn't forget. I just
didn't feel like being all cheery during class hours."
Jessica giggled. "You're too crazy, Bella! So have you seen him yet?"
"Who?"
Great. Now I'm gonna hear it from her as well. "Oh," I stammered.
"Um, yeah, he has a locker next to mine."
"Oh my God, you're so lucky!" Jessica clapped her hands, bouncing in
her chair. "I guess I'm gonna have to borrow some, like, pens or
something from you a lot this school year, just so I can talk to him."
I shook my head, beginning to draw the first thing that popped into my
head. "Don't worry Jess. If he plays baseball, I'm sure you'll get more
than enough chances to talk with the guy."
I listened to her rant through art class, steadily drawing as I dazed into
incoherant thoughts. Jessica rambled in echoes beside me, with topics
such as what she did over the summer, how many guys she met, how
she is learning how to unsucessfully surf but thinks it's a great way to
meet new locals... I didn't feel guilty for drowning her out after a few
moments. Once you've heard once conversation from Jessica, you've
heard them all. And if not, you could be sure she'd bring the entire
subject back up again at a later time.
I thought about the friends I've lost as I moved from place to place.
The ones who've died from natural causes, as they got older. The ones
who had babies, or got married. The ones I'd give anything to trade
places with. Even the ones that I wouldn't allow myself to get close
with, the ones I knew I could have been best friends forever with, if the
circumstances were different. But I couldn't bare to allow myself to feel
more alone once I was seperated from them, so I stayed closed shut
from them.
Then I thought about Edward. Not in an obsessed way, but just enough
to try to figure things out. I needed to understand why I was being
drawn to him, and why I couldn't escape him. What should I do? Was I
going to pretend that he didn't exist here?... No, I knew I wasn't strong
enough for that. I wasn't even going to try to lie to myself. Should I try
to talk with him, maybe even become his friend? No, I couldn't do that
either. What would his girlfriend think about that? I was so confused. I
knew I needed to do something about him, but for the life of me,
couldn't figure out what that something was.
Riiinnnggg.
I jumped to the sound of the bell, knocking my paper and pencil off of
the desk. Jessica leaned over to help me pick it up. As she stood, her
jaw dropped and she covered her mouth, staring at my drawing.
"Well," she cleared her throat, turning the paper around so that I could
see it. "It looks as if you know the guy better than you think you do."
"What are you ta-" I cut myself off as soon as I saw my work.
I shrugged her off, storming away fast enough so she couldn't catch
up, but not enough to make it obvious to the kids around me. I
stormed down the stairs and out the front doors of the school,
desperate to find cold air. As soon as it covered my face, I gasped,
crouching down to the cemement. So stupid, Bella! I thought. Why did
you do that! Why?!
"Hey Bella!"
"Hey Angela!" I waved, running over to her. Angela was my only true
friend in this school. She has been my best friend since I moved here
three summers before last. She was smart and beautiful, and very
kind. In a lot of ways, she reminded me of what I thought my mother
would be like, if she were here and 17. And even though Angela was a
human and had no idea about my secrets, she seemed like she
somehow knew I was different, and was okay with that. She never
pushed her thoughts on me to make me feel uncomfortable, and she
never asked a ton of questions. She was wonderful.
I laughed, hugging her back. "Just the usual, how about yourself?"
"Oh, you know... Working on topics for the school paper, writing my
novel, going to the movies with Eric."
I shot her the worst look I could muster, causing her to look away
immediately. I heard her mumble the word "Freak" under her breath,
but knowing that no other human would have heard that, I couldn't
confront her. At least not in public.
The pep rally went on as Principal Turner and the rest of the faculty
gave their routine welcome speeches to their students. I cheered with
the others when needed, not caring to make more of an effort that I
had to. I was only here for one reason, and I knew that reason was in
the locker room. I listened closely to the voices of the men behind the
bleachers, chanting to each other as their heartbeats sped up, waiting
to come out and get the crowd pumping. I listened as the guys joked
around about Edward, talking about him being a "ladies man" and
getting "all the women hot and bothered". Jealousy. Very obvious!
It felt like hours passed as each member of the other teams were
announced. I drowned out the cheers from the girls around me and the
loud crowd in the bleachers, waiting impatiently for one other team to
be announced, and only one other name to be called.
But he didn't appear. The rest of the team walked out and high fived
each other, but there was no Edward.
I stared Mr Turner down as he talked about how good the team did last
year, and how, even though we lost more games then we won, how it
was about sucess as a team, not a victory. I felt myself slump down,
throwing my hands on my hips in an obvious pout. I didn't care. I was
too upset to be cheery now.
As Mr Turner's rant kept on about how we should be thankful for our
teammates and how it wasn't about winning, I thought more about how
stupid I had been all day. I was confused about how I could draw
Edward in the jersey, even though he wasn't here with the team. I was
more than disappointed, trying to figure out where I went wrong.
Maybe I didn't draw the future after all. Maybe I just soaked in Jessica's
words that she heard he was a baseball player, and drew what I
wanted to see.
I felt myself slump all the way down to the ground of the gym, feeling
more sense of loneliness.
I knew I shouldn't feel like this. I knew I shouldn't have let myself
believe that this guy, this regular human guy could come here and
change all my feelings in an instant. I threw my head in my palms,
feeling like an idiot. I wanted to go home. I wanted to run away. I
needed to get out of here.
"And here, possibly going to change all of that and lead us to this
year's undefeated victory, meet the newest member of the team, just
transferring from Jacksonville Beach, Florida... EDWARD CULLEN!"
I heard all different types of shouts from the girls in the crowd and next
to me. There was constant talk about how beautiful he was and how
perfect his smile was. They were all infatuated with him. But me... I
was in love. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, and couldn't stop staring
at him. Edward shook the coaches hand firmly, and then Mr Turner's,
before walking steadily over to the microphone in the center of the
gym. The lights dimmed and the spotlight shown on only him, causing
me to almost lose my balance. This sort of thing never happened to
me, so I knew it was big.
"Thank you!" he replied, waiting for the crowd to simmer down. His
voice was calm. Soft. Perfect. The voice of an Angel.
He smiled, taking a step back to soak in the cheers from the crowd. As
the basketball team turned on the large warehouse fans behind him to
calm the overheated crowd down, his smell immediately crossed my
path and overtook me. I couldn't help but inhale, getting lost in it as I
zoned out the crowd and listened to the calm echo of just his heart
beating. Thud. Thud. Thud. I couldn't believe he was so calm. It was as
if he was made for this type of thing. Like he was made to be loved.
Like he was made to be worshiped. I curled my fingers into tight fists
around the handles of the pom pom's, almost snapping them in half. I
had to maintain control over my emotions. I couldn't allow myself to
break in front of all of these people.
He shook his head, running his fingers through his perfect hair as he
laughed. "Thank you," he said once again. "Thank you so much."
After a few more minutes of "Ow's!" and "Sexy!" and "Go boy!", the
crowd finally died down. But I still couldn't remember how to inhale,
and didn't want to take the chance anyhow.
The crowd roared again, and I found myself jumping up and down,
estatic with the rest of them.
"Now!" he continued, more calmly, but still sure of himself. "It isn't
going to be easy. It's going to take dedication, hard work,
preserverance, and a lot of practice. But I truly believe that if we stick
together, stick to our guns, and work like hell, we will -- I repeat, WILL
-- bring pride back to this school, for once and for all!"
I had to know him. I knew I'd never allow myself to hurt him, that part
was decided. And I didn't even care how it'd break my heart when I
had to seperate from him. I didn't care about anything else anymore,
no matter how obvious it was that I should stay in my routine of
sticking to myself with relationships and pretending to be something
I'm not.
It was hard for me to focus as the pep rally went on, but I did my best
to participate and get the crowd going. I couldn't help but see Jessica
and Angela's shocked expressions through my periphrial vision as I
continued to cheer and shout. They were shocked I was so present, so
into this. It was shocking to me as well.
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I stood patiently against the lockers, twisting my pom pom's in the air.
I overheard some guys saying that Edward was going to go to a party
with them tonight, sort of a welcome bash for him and the other new
kids, but that he had to get his keys and a few other things out of his
locker first. So I made sure I looked presentable and made my way up
there, waiting only for him.
I listened closely as his footsteps trotted down the vacant hall, and my
smile grew a foot as he turned the corner by our lockers.
His smile mirrored mine. "What's up?" he asked, walking towards me.
I held my breath, afraid that his smell would be too tempting for me.
"Not much. I just wanted to give you an official welcome. I realize I was
kind of rude yesterday, and I wanted to apologize."
"It's Bella."
Edward yanked out his keys and jacket from his locker and shut his
locker before he extended his hand out to mine. A crooked smile
crossed his lips. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Bella. Officially."
He tilted his head the other way, keeping his eyes locked on mine.
"Yeah..." he softly responded. "That must have been it."
"Oh. Yeah. Some of the guys from the team invited me to this party at
Mike Newton's house. He is apparently the big guy on the basketball
team, so I figured I would swing by there. What about you?"
I shook my head, suddenly feeling self conscious and low. "J-Just... you
know, hanging out with my dad."
I stared into his deep eyes, finding myself getting lost by the second. I
knew he was about to leave, and it hurt just thinking about it.
I nodded, leaning against my locker, waiting for the ache to fully set in.
I watched as he winked at me, before slowly turning and walking away.
Hands shaking, I covered my chest, forcing myself to exhale. As he
took each step further, I felt myself growing more and more miserable
by the second. Once he finally disappeared going down the staircase, I
slid down the locker, panting.
I couldn't believe I gave in like this, but I couldn't force myself to regret
it either. He was so perfect and so sweet. He was so addicting to me
now, like a drug.
I banged the back of my head against the locker, trying to find control
over myself. Get it together Bella, I thought. You'll see him again
tomorrow.
After a few more moments of silence and dispair, I forced myself up off
the ground and down the hall. I felt my arms cross over the hollow in
my chest as the ache overwhelmed me. I knew what I had gotten
myself into, and knew the ache was going to hit me. But man, did it
ever hurt. It was as if a thousand knives were stabbing me all over my
body, and a thousand razors dug down the veins in my arms.
I was in pain.
I shoved the doors to the school open and jogged through the mist to
my car. I knew the quicker I got home and saw my dad, the quicker I
could keep myself occupied until school tomorrow.
"Hey, Bella," he panted, as the rain began to come down. "My brothers
and sisters left without me, I guess. I was wondering... if it wasn't too
much trouble... Could you give me a ride?"
I watched as his body ran around my car through the rain, holding my
breath. I knew this is wrong. He wasn't like me. We could get hurt.
I slowly snapped out of it, put my car into drive, and watched as he
leaned back against the seat, relaxing. A million more thoughts
crossed my mind and I couldn't help but get excited over the fact that I
could have him alone for a few moments.
"No," I finally replied with a smile, slamming on the gas and peeling
out of the parking lot. I was wreckless. But I didn't care. "Trust me. It's
no problem."
Chapter 3: Crash Course Into Insanity
We drove down the long and winding road in silence. I couldn't figure
out anything that could sound intelligent enough to spark up a
conversation with him, so I stayed mute.
I had the heater on to help him dry off from the rain that soaked him
down, and it was cuasing his sweet smeel to flow through the interior
of my car. It overwhelmed me. I wanted to roll down the windows so I
wouldn't feel so tempted by him, but I knew it freeze him. So I forced
myself to endure it.
"This is an amazing car." Edward's sweet voice broke the silence softly,
as he ran his fingers along the dash. "It's an M3, right?"
Edward beamed, his eyes taking me in. "I'm just trying to figure out
how a beautiful woman like you owns an amazing car like this, and yet
you live in Forks."
I shrugged, watching the dotten line on the road disappear beneath my
hood as I accelerated. "Well," I began. "My father bought it for me on
my last birthday. He said it would keep me out of trouble, and if I
couldn't stay away from trouble, then it would at least help me get
away faster."
Edward chuckled, leaning his head back against the passenger seat.
He gripped the tips of his wet hair with his beautiful fingers, and tilted
his head in my direction. "Wow," he spoke after a few moments.
"You're something special, Bella."
I looked at him through arched brows. "No," I stiffly replied. "I am not."
Finally he smirked, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. "You
don't see yourself very clearly, do you Bella?"
I pulled into the slosh wetness of Mike Newton's drive, silently hissing
at Ashley Gwinn walking slowly in front of my vehicle. My car had a
custom exhaust on it, so I knew she was well aware it was me behind
the wheel of this car. If Edward hadn't been with me, it would have
taken everything I had not to run her body over.
As I crept closer to the house, through the wind and the mud, I listened
to the rain turn into a light sprinkle. I felt the ache in my chest heavily
return, as I knew a goodbye was seconds away, once more.
"Well," the Angel beside me spoke as he sat up to stretch out. "I guess
we're here."
He paused after opening the door, and looked back at me. "Wait,
you're not coming in?"
I shook my head.
"Why not?"
Edward smirked, leaning back inside my car and shutting the door. "I
just invited you."
Edward looked at my suspiciously, tilting his head. "Who told you I had
a girlfriend?"
He tilted his head toward Mike and the guys. "Come on," he said,
opening the door again.
Edward closed the door once more, ignoring Mike calling for him,
shouting things such as "Get out of the cheerleader's car while you
can, Mr Star Athlete! She bites!"
I snarled at him under my breath, and this amused Edward. "Uh oh," he
prodded. "I take it you two don't get along too well."
Edward seemed more intrigued. "Why wouldn't you go out with him?
He seems like a pretty stand up guy..."
Why so Mike and I could go out on a double date with you and your
supermodel girlfriend?
"Yeah," I responded shortly. "Until you hang around him for more than
a few seconds. Then his true colors start to show. When I refused him,
he chose to spread nasty, awful rumors about me around town and
school. It even got back to my father, who's the Chief of Police, which
caused me to get into trouble. My dad took Mike's side, worried that I
was causing trouble for the townfolk."
Edward thought peacefully for a few moments, pulling and pushing his
fingers apart. "Well," he said softly. "Anyone who spreads nasty rumors
about you is an idiot. Pay no mind to them. This is just high school, you
know?"
"Please come in with me, Bella." Edward begged. "You're the only one
I've met so far that I can talk to about something other than baseball.
You're very intriguing to me."
Vampires draw humans in. By our voice, and our face, and our smell. It
was hopeless that I should convince myself that he'd be interested in
me. Anyone who even saw him would know he's better than everyone
else in this world.
I hesitated, watching him jog around my car through the misty rain and
open my door. I bit my lip as I climbed out, listening to the whistles
from the gathering crowd around my car. I walked behind Edward,
feeling disconnected from all the power and sheilded armor I normally
carried through the halls at school. I was unguarded and it frightened
me.
I heard Ashley and her moronic friends whispering into each other's
ears about me, saying how they bet the only way I could ever get
Edward to hang out with me was if I put an evil spell on him. I couldn't
help but smile at this. "Witch" and "Bella" has seemed to go hand-in-
hand since I moved here and Mike became interested in me instead of
Ashley. I hissed at her as we walked by, and I couldn't help but amuse
my thoughts of all the things I could do to her that made "witching"
sound like a gift from Heaven in comparison.
At last, we made it. We pushed through the crowd and headed toward
the house. I felt more electric shock waves pass through me as
Edward's palm touched the small of my back, leading me up the steps.
I jumped forward immediately and his hand flew to his side.
"'S okay." I figited with my hands. "I just... you know..." I tailed off,
thinking only about the sweet taste of his blood.
Edward shook her hand gracefully with a smile. "It's a pleasure to meet
you Angela. Any friend of Bella's is a friend of mine. I'm Edward
Cullen."
Angela couldn't peel her eyes away from him either, and I realized that
he had that dazzling effect on all the girls. "So," she piped up as I gave
her a light jab in her stomach. "How'd you guys hook up?"
I bit my lip as Edward let out a light chuckle. I couldn't help but wonder
what he thought as he laughed, betting a million bucks with myself
that he was amused by Angela's naive choice of words.
"Well," Edward began, shoving his hands in his jean pockets and
glancing briefly over toward me. "Bella was gracious enough to give
me a ride over here, since my family left without me."
Angela looked confused. "But," she pondered. "Didn't you drive your
own car to school? I saw you, this morning. You were alone." Her eyes
met mine now, but I only looked at Edward, soaking in the light red
blush that formed upon his cheeks.
"No," Edward stammered, swaying back and forth on his heels. "I
didn't."
"But you drive a Volvo, right?" Angela continued. "Yeah, you do. I know
you do because you're the only other Junior here with a nice car,
besides Bella."
Edward opened his mouth to speak but closed it fast as Josh, one of his
teammates, slapped him hard on the back, knocking him into me. I
reacted quickly, jumping behind Angela, away from him before any
stronger, more tempting connection could have been made between
us.
Edward shook his head, not able to remove himself from my stare. "No,
I'm here with Bella and I think that I should-"
"No," I cut him off. "I'm leaving. Have fun Edward. Bye Angela."
I stormed past him, hitting his left arm hard with my shoulder. I quickly
shoved through the crowd, out the door, and into the pouring rain.
I heard laughter roar through the house as the front door swung open
behind me.
"No!" He shouted, sloshing through the mud puddles. "Bella! I'm sorry,
look I-"
He cut himself off as I turned around quickly and stared him down.
"What?" I shouted through the rain as it poured harder over us.
"Just forget it!" I shouted, twisting back around. I ran to my car and
climbed in, slamming the door so hard that I cracked the glass on the
driver's side. Great.
"NO!" He dug his feet into the muddy soil as lightning flashed around
him, planting his firm stance. "Not until you let me explain! Please
Bella!"
I eyed him down for a long moment. I was so mad, but I couldn't turn
away from him, and I couldn't run him over. I was trapped.
His voice got cut off as brakes screeched behind him. Over his right
shoulder, I saw a black Ford F350 rolling irratically backward and down
the hill, toward Edward's back at high speed.
Within a second, I had my seatbelt off, my door open, and I was out of
the car. I quickly jumped behind him before he could even turn around
to see what was coming at him. I shielded him with my body as I
slammed my hands hard into the tailgate of the truck, denting it hard. I
held the vehicle still and dug the back tires into the mud, so it wouldn't
roll back any further. I turned to make sure he was alright and quickly
moved us out of the way. It happened really fast.
Eric climbed out of his truck and ran to us, scared half to death. His
nose was bleeding, a reaction from his face hitting the steering wheel
as my hands slammed into his truck, I'm sure. I held my breath so I
wouldn't smell it.
"Oh God!" He shouted, his eyes wide. "Wh-Why aren't you dead?! Oh
my God, I'm so sorry! My brakes locked up and I couldn't stop! We-we
were just sliding down the hill! Oh my God, I could have killed you!"
He nodded, speechless.
About nine kids ran out of the house to see what the commotion was
all about, as a large crowd gathered at the frame of the house, afraid
to get their hair wet due to the storm. I knew I needed to get out of
there as fast I could, before questions started coming. A few guys
helped Edward to his feet as Mike climbed in Eric's truck. About six
other guys pushed the truck forward as Mike steered. He hit the gas
hard, throwing mud on the hood of my undamaged car, which I
couldn't help but notice Edward gawking at. After a couple moments
and about ten tries, the mud finally gave way and the truck shuffled
forward, back up the hill toward Mike's house.
Edward's girlfriend and another new guy, who was just as breathtaking
as he was, surrounded him now. His beautiful girlfirend threw her arms
around his neck, giving him a huge hug as she cried and told him that
she was looking all over for him and then heard he was in an accident.
I couldn't help but feel jealous. Even her voice was beautiful.
I made a quick exit, not looking back, and as soon as I was out of sight,
I hit the gas hard, cursing at myself for the predicament I put myself in.
I didn't let off the gas until I got to my house. I ignored Charlie's
questions and ran up the stairs to my room. I threw myself on my bed
and dug my fingers in the back of my hair, cursing to myself.
"Bella?" Charlie knocked twice on the locked door. "Are you okay?"
I shook my head, annoyed and in frustration. "I don't know, Dad. You
tell me. Do I look okay?"
Charlie sighed behind the wooden door. "Bella, just because I can see
you right now doesn't mean I can read your emotions."
"I'm fine Dad." I opened the door quickly and walked past him to the
bathrooom. I noticed Charlie's eyes turn away from white and back to
brown as he reeled in his power.
"No," I said, leaning against the bathroom door. "I just want to take a
long, hot shower and forget about it."
I took a hot shower and kept my mind blank, refusing to think about
the mess I created, about he-who-won't-be-named, or about she-who-
won't-be-named-who-had-her-arms-around-his-neck.
When I got back to my room, I made a solid vow to myself that I would
tighten up. Build my armor back. I had to be more careful. I couldn't
risk it, not after all the years it took Charlie to build us a safe
environment.
I would leave Edward alone. Not only did he have a girlfriend who I was
no competition with, but I was getting too far attatched to him.
So, though it would widen the large hole that took residence in my
chest, I knew that I would have to ignore him. At all costs. I had to pull
back the reigns.
Chapter 4: Watercolor Logic
I couldn't go to school.
I spent the rest of the weekend and all of next week in the mountains
with my father. And though Charlie could tell there was something off
about me, he never asked. We've spent enough years together to
know when silence is acceptable - this was one of those times.
I stuck to my plan. The first half of my day back went very smooth. I
avoided my locker at all costs, and didn't see him in the halls between
classes. I refused to acknowledge any random conversation about him
or any of the other new kids, burying my head in my books. When I got
to my art class, I was in a pretty good mood. I felt proud of myself that
I was sticking to the plan.
"Well, Well!" Jessica mused, resting her hand on her chin and waited as
I took my seat. "You and Cullen, eh?"
"No?" She prodded, leaning in the isle. "Do you mean to tell me that
you didn't show up at Mike Newton's party with him?"
"No," I replied, avoiding her gaze. "I mean, it wasn't like that."
"Considering what?"
Jessica dipped her wet brush into blue paint. "Well, for starters, did you
know that he was adopted?"
"Yeah. Do you know the seniors, Rosalie Hale and Emmett Cullen?"
"Ohh... that would explain why Edward's name is Cullen." Hmm, it was
all starting to come together now...
"Yeah," Jess continued. "And that's not even the worse part of it. His
dad was killed when Edward was really young, around four I heard. He
was murdered, but they never figured out who did it or why. It was like
a freak incident. No suspects. His body appeared to be cut open or
something. I'm not sure."
"And," she rambled on, "Get this: Edward was drafted for baseball right
out of high school. Before he finished even! We're talking MAJOR
LEAGUES and everything. He was first draft pick. But when his mom
died... he kind of gave it up."
"And," she continued, "Scouts are still trying like crazy to get Edward
to play for them, but he keeps putting it off for some reason... Probably
the attention. That's why Mr. Turner let him give a speech at the pep
rally although he's new here. He's like the school's shiny new object.
Everyone wants him. Which means publicity for Forks High."
"Well you've been gone over a week, Bella. I've been dying to talk to
you about it!" She continued to paint something that looked oddly like
the shape of a disformed Mona Lisa clone.
I quickly gathered my items as the bell rang and rushed out of the
class, hitting a hard wall. Mike Newton crashed to the ground, my
books falling with him.
"Watch where you're going, Bella! It's like slamming into a brick
building with you!"
I sneered as I continued to pick my books up, but stopped once I saw a
beautiful hand rest on the back of my painting, sprawled out on the
floor.
"Hello," the beautiful voice spoke as the paper was lifted. "Are you
okay?"
I couldn't believe how sweet she was being, especially after giving me
such evil looks last week right after the accident.
She extended her porcelain hand with a large smile that I couldn't
judge if it was fake or sincere. "I'm Rosalie Hale. You're Isabella, right?"
I fidgeted. "Thanks."
"Wow!" she exclaimed, suddenly pulling her hand back gently. "You're
hands are freezing!" The sound of her tone made it seem like she
heard that from someone else before. Great, that means Edward was
talking to her about me. She probably thinks I'm officially a
homewrecker.
"Wait!" she called after me. "You forgot your watercolor!" Rosalie
paused as she met me, her blonde locks floating around. She looked
down to my art project, her eyes wide with shock. "How... W...But, um..
Do you know who this is?"
I took the watercolor from her and lookeddown at the distilled image of
the woman. "No, I don't. It's just art. We were supossed to create a
human without thinking about it."
She chuckled in shock, pulling the paper back out of my hands. She
thrusted her index finger toward it, tapping the woman's face. "This is
Edward's mother. She-She... Oh my God. How did you..." Her voice
trailed off as I began to shake uncontrollably.
There was no way of explaining this. I knew I was stuck. Not only did
she think I was a homewrecker, now we can add stalker to my resume.
I didn't stop running until I reached the bathroom around the corner. I
slammed the stall door behind me, throwing my bag on the ground.
Humiliated, I climbed on the back of the toilet and sat on the tank,
throwing my head in my hands. I took a few huge breaths, trying to
concentrate.
How the hell did I do that?! I didn't even know about his mother until
an hour ago... and on top of that, she's dead! So why would I be
drawing a picture of her in a future tense? None of this made sense,
and worse, I knew I was getting too unrestricted with my art. More
people were catching on to me. First Jess, now Rosalie - Edward's
adopted sister of all people! Now she's probably going to go tell
Edward, and he's gonna think I'm a freak and never come around me
again. I mean, I know the plan was to stay away from him, but...
I growled, slamming my fist into the right of the stall wall beside me,
causing a dent in the metal frame. I never used to draw like this in art,
I always kept in hidden. It felt as if more and more of my protection
was slipping away... I felt like I was drowning deeper into my
obstructed misery.
I heard the bathroom door swing open as the bell rang, and three
chatty girls laughing as they entered, talking about how annoying a
freshman boy was in the hallway. I couldn't get a grip on my shaken
frame and knew I needed to get out of the school before I hurt
someone. After gathering my stuff, I ran out of the bathroom,
smacking into another hard object. This time, I fell down with it.
"Ow! Are you okay?!" Eric asked awkwardly. His nose had some slight
bruising still from where his face hit the steering wheel last week.
I ran down the stairs, out the school doors, across the lot, and to my
car. Then I realized the doors were locked, and I had absent-mindedly
forgotten the keys on the toilet tank.
I bit my lip, taking it. "I don't know how to explain this, Rosalie. I know
what you must be thinking. I-I just met Edward. I swear I'm not a
stalker or anything. Perhaps you think it looks like his mother, but it's
really only a resembalance..."
"First of all, I don't think it's a resembalance. You knew her down to her
dimples. And secondly, I never said you were a stalker." She seemed
honest.
"Okay."
She followed me down the hall, her heels clanking behind me.
"And," I continued, guilt expressed in my eyes. "I know about you and
about Edward and his girlfriend, the brunette girl, and I hope that you
don't think that I would do anything to break them two up-"
"Wait, wait, you mean the short, brunette girl, very skinny and petite?"
I nodded.
She laughed musically. "Oh my gosh! They're not... you think... Alice is
with Edward?"
"Uh.."
"No, no! I've been with Emmett for years, since Dr Carlisle, Emmett's
father adopted me. And he just adopted Alice, Edward, and Jasper this
year. And Alice, she and Jasper came as sort of a packaged deal, if you
know what I mean."
"So," she spoke softly, changing her tune. "I was wondering... and I
hope you don't mind me asking, but are their any spots open on the
cheerleading squad? It just seems so normal, and I'd give anything to
have something like that in my life."
"Actually," I pondered, "There is. I'm thinking about quitting the squad.
Effective immediatly."
I laughed, only slightly insulted. "It's not really my cup of tea. I never
cared for it, to tell you the truth. Pom Pom's annoy me. I just made a
deal with my father, but he'll get over it. He always does."
"And?" I bit my lip as she followed me into the bathroom and watched
me grab my keys.
Her eyes took in the dent on the wall, thinking for a moment. Then she
piped back to the converstation. "Well... wouldn't you want to cheer for
him?"
"Oh yeah that's right. Well..." she dug in her purse and scribbled
something on a torn piece of paper. "Here's my phone number. Call me
when you make a decision, that way I'll know when to try out." She
shoved the paper in my English Lit book.
I shook my head as we walked back down the empty hall. "That won't
be necessary. The spot's yours. I know Ashley Gwinn would love the
idea of replacing me - She's captain. And I can definetly tell you've got
all the potential needed. You'll be perfect."
"Bella?"
I turned to face her, once again getting lost in her beauty. I felt so
jealous, and so normal and human like, for the first time in years.
"Yes?"
"Um..." she bit her lip. "That's Edward's number as well. It's our house
number... if you wanted it."
"Thanks."
I walked around the corner, throwing the small piece of paper on the
floor.
Grr...
Like most girls when they tried to stick to any type of schedule,
whether it be dieting or whatever, I decided to forget the plan. After
spending the rest of the day and whole night, eighteen tortureous and
agonozing hours thinking about only Edward and the facts I learned
about him, I knew that I couldn't do it anymore. I didn't have the
strength to pretend he didn't exist. And knowing he was single made it
that much worse. It didn't matter how many times I tried convincing
myself that the plan was working and that I didn't need him, I knew it'd
never work.
And all I could think about was Edward, Edward, Edward. His laugh. His
smile. His jewel-like, deep green eyes. His bottom lip. His dark, long
eyelashes. His dignified jaw line. His bronzed hair... It was excrutiating.
Wow, what a good looking family. I couldn't help but wonder what the
doctor must look like then... The nerves started to kick in.
His gorgeous eyes widened when he saw me. "Wow... Bella... you see
me now? You don't have to make any kind of grand exit?" His tone was
bitter.
Ouch. I deserved that, I guessed. "I don't know Edward. Plan on telling
any lies lately?"
"What's thise about Bella?" His voice was more hostile. He was hurt.
I didn't even think about it hurting him that I'd left the party so quick..
probably should have known though.
My guard shot up around me. "Can you please lower the tone and get
the hate look out of your eyes for five seconds?"
He cut me off. "Where have you been, Bella? Why haven't you been at
school this past week?"
"Do you have somewhere else you need to be?" he asked icely, staring
at my foot.
"Nope. Answer."
"Fine. Okay. I sort of.. asked about you after we met that day. In
practice, in class all next week... I wanted to know more, anything at
all about you. Anything I could. I thought you were interesting, unlike
anyone else I have ever met before."
"I lied because I wanted to prove to myself that the people here were
wrong about you. Make my own interpretation of you."
Although I knew it would be, I still felt defeated and ashamed. It was so
much more clearer now that I would never fit in here. And now, Edward
realized it too. He must think I'm a loser.
"T-Thanks?" I didn't mean for it to sound like a question, but that's all I
could manage. I felt so lost in him.
Edward sighed after exhaling deeply and looking over the top of my
head. "We have an audience."
"Hey," he spoke softly. "Would you want to just.. I don't know, hang out
sometime? Have fun?"
"Well, a few guys from the team are having a bonfire with some girls at
La Push, a beach near here on a preservation... Night surfing,
cookout... You should come."
"I'm sorry. I want to hang out with you, of course I do. But I am... not
allowed to go there. My father's rules."
"But... maybe I can come to watch you practice tonight? If you want?
Maybe we can talk after?"
I nodded, feeling more dizzy spells coming on. "Okay... I-I'll see you
around four then?"
He smiled, turning slightly and walking backward toward the lunch line.
His eyes never left mine. "Until then... Bella..."
I smiled to myself as I floated high into the clouds. "Until then..." I
whispered to myself, feeling satisfied.
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After lunch and the second hell on earth that I would like to classify as
Gym, I found myself growing any luckier. Had I actually gone to class
the past week and yesterday instead of skipping, I would have realized
that my luck was incredible.
His head popped up from his notepad and a huge grin spread across
his perfect lips. "It is now. Hey, Bella."
I smiled, taking the seat as the bell rang, inhaling his intoxicating
scent. I listened closely as his heart rate steadied out from an
accelerated beat when he first saw me. It felt good knowing I caused
any type of effect on him. I almost got lost in the strum of his heart.
But I was quickly snapped back into reality as Mike Newton slammed
his hands on the desk, panting. "I sit here Bella."
"Bella and I are going to be partners for the remainder of class, Mike.
I'm sorry to inconvenience you."
Mike jerked away from the desk, knocking my stuff off as he went,
muttering something about sex and us. It took everything I had not to
kill the idiot.
I nodded.
"Good."
The teacher gave us our new assignment, not even realizing that
Edward had a new lab partner. Obviously he wasn't a baseball fan.
"So," Edward mused quietly as I looked into the microscope. His voice
was so soft that no one else could hear. "Are you ever going to explain
to me what happened at Mike's house?"
He pulled the scope toward him and looked inside. "About the... would-
be accident, I guess?"
"Um..."
"I saw you," he whispered, matter-of-fact like. "You stopped the truck,
Bella. With your hands."
It was so easy to get lost in his gorgeous, puppy dog expression. But I
needed to stay strong. "So... you think that someone - my size, mind
you- could stop a moving truck with her bare hands?"
"Yes...somehow."
Edward sighed as the teacher brought the class back to order. I felt
relieved, knowing I got out of it... for now. But I knew it wasn't the last
I'd hear of the conversation.
"Yes?"
"Bella, don't make me pin you into a corner and yank it out of you,
because I will if I have to."
My inhaling kicked into high gear at his teasing threats and I looked
away quickly, trying to banish the sudden thoughts and regain my
composure.
He laughed. "Catwoman."
He only looked at me. "One day, Bella... I will get it out of you,
eventually."
I bit my lip as I watched him walk out of the class, listening to the
whispers and gossip from the girls around me toward him. I liked our
new line... it was the first something between us.
God I couldn't wait until his baseball practice.
Is it four yet?
Chapter 6: Baseball Arrogance
I felt more nervous climbing the bleachers on the baseball field than I
did at my first day at cheer practice -- and that in itself was horrifying.
The bronzed haired God sat in front of his adorable brother Jasper, with
their feet touching in a split and their hands connected. Edward was
pulling Jasper toward him, stretching out his muscles. They formed a
diamond perpindicular to the shape on the field.
As they stretched, I saw Jasper look at me with his diamond eyes, then
whisper something to Edward as he nudged his head in my direction.
Butterflies built up in my chest as Edward's head turned quickly and a
smile took residence upon his face. He nodded to me with a cocky,
irresistable grin of approval that I was here, then laughed as we stared
at eachother, due to a comment Jasper must have made. I waved to
him like a crazed fan at a Justin Timberlake concert, unable to control
the idiot smile on my face.
His smile grew larger as he shook his head away from me and pushed
Jasper backward, jokingly shouting something that sounded like "Fuck
you!" Jasper laughed as he fell back on his hands behind him, and
smarted back off to Edward, but I couldn't make out what he was
saying through his country drawl. His voice was very adorable though.
That's all that really counts.
Schreeeeeccchhh!
Their coach blew his annoying whistle and they all rose to their feet in
a second. Jasper was stretching his arms up high in the air, laughing at
something the guy next to him was whispering -- most likely about the
coach and his windbreaker outfit. Edward was bouncing up and down,
shaking his arms around and tilting his neck from side to side, trying to
get his adreneline pumping. His expression held nothing but
concentration. I could smell his blood from across the field as his heart
beat echoed through my ears and made a permanent memory in my
brain. He looked so hot, it was almost too much. My hands began to
shake as my eyes fixated on only him, and I wanted him so badly I
could almost taste it.
I held my breath just in case it'd be too much. Restraint was something
I wasn't perfect with when it came to him. It was a horrible inner-battle
I fought every second.
The coach gave them a quick pep talk and patted Edward on the back,
causing a loud roar to rip through his teammates in admiration. He just
laughed it off, his gorgeous green eyes glowing. Shiny new toy for
Fork's High, as Jessica previously stated. Definetly true.
I rolled my eyes at her "team spirit" betting to myself that she only
made it in hopes of getting laid by him. Pathetic little twit. If she
actually knew anything about Edward, from what I have learned
anyway, Edward doesn't like girls who try too hard. He's too classy and
too good for them anyway. Too good for anyone.
...Then again, if the other part Jess said was correct, then he was really
just a player and it'd be me who was the stupid, pathetic little twit. Oh
dear God. It'd be my luck.
"Come on!" the bronzed Angel shouted, pushing a few guys forward as
they divided into "teams" and ran to take their positions. Jasper ran to
get in line at the batting cage, and right field never looked better than
when Edward took his place there. Though his eyes were focused and
dedicated, he still had a cocky grin across his lips with an expression
so confident that it read "I own the place".
I sighed, unable to find any other reason why I would ever come to a
baseball game beside Edward being here.
Jasper walked over to take his batting stance as the girls let out
another squeel of joy. He dropped the base of the bat on his right foot,
popped it back up toward his hands, bounced it off his left palm,
causing it to flip in a circle mid-air like a flag, and caught it with his
right hand before swinging it back over his right shoulder to his ready
position.
He definetly was a show off, but he was also very good at it. I could tell
he was related to Edward.
Cold chills shook through my frame at the sound of the bat cracking
against the ball, almost as loud as thunder. Jasper took off running
toward first base and made it there before the ball even came down
from the sky, into left field. He took second gracefully as the first
batter ran in home, shit-eating grin beared on Jasper's delicate face.
He could have probably made it to third before the ball caught up to
him, but he decided to wait and make faces at the guy at short stop
instead.
Edward shouted "Good job!" to him as the girls shouted that he was
hot, licking their fingers and touching each other's shoulders with it,
making a ssszzzz sound. My fingers curled into tight balls on my knees
as the fantasies in my head of them got larger and more gory.
Edward didn't get any action within the first set of batters, so I was
very excited when he was the first to bat after they switched places
and Jasper took the field at third base. The team was cheering him on
loudly, the coach shouting to Edward, "Come on, hot shot! Show us
what you're made of!"
Edward laughed as he took position, dusting off his pants. He rose the
bat over his right shoulder and focused on the chunky guy who was
pitching now. The guy stared back at him, twisting the ball in his
fingers for a moment, nodding to the catcher after the second finger
single. He drew his body backward and raised his left leg and lauched
the ball at Edward in full speed, and it came inches from Edward's face.
Edward didn't even move, eyeing him down more. I rose to my feet in
a second, half tempted to go punch that guy in his face. He was clearly
doing that on purpose to intimidate him.
The ignorant coach blew his magic whistle as the umpire ran to make
sure that the school's prized possession wasn't hurt. Edward nodded
with a chuckle as the pitcher continued to laugh obnoxiously loud. If
there hadn't been so many people around as witnesses, I would have
went down there and ripped his damn head off his neck and kicked it
out of the field.
The senior girls all had their hands over their mouths, bugged eyed
expressions owned to their made up faces.
Edward stuck the bat between his legs, raising his hands to calm the
guys in the cage down. "It's fine!" he said, reassuring him that the
dumbass pitcher didn't scare him.
Then he turned back around gracefully, resting the bat above his
shoulders, and stared at the pitcher again. His glare was enough to
scare me, but instead, it made the pitcher laugh. I knew the pitcher
had to be pretending that glare didn't bother him, but I still wanted to
kill him. And oh, how it'd be so easy to do.
I've never really cared about sports, even though I was a cheerleader. I
barely even took the time to make it to the games in order to cheer,
and the fact that Charlie had a good standing with the town was the
only reason why I remained on the team for so long in the first place.
So seeing myself cheer for him, even under my breath, was shocking
even to me. What in the world was becoming of me?
The pitcher did his annoying stage act again, launching the ball much
higher than the center of the line.
The chunky pitcher replayed his stance, launching the ball at high
speed toward Edward's face again. Edward leaned his back a little as
his feet remained planted solid to the ground, allowing the ball minimal
access to fly by his pefect, full lips.
I was up on my feet before the rest of the girls. "What the hell?!" loudly
came from my lips, causing the stupid girls to snap their necks to glare
at me. I glared back at them.
"Quil, you better cut that out!" the coach shouted, after he asked
Edward if he was okay. "Or you're benched!"
Jasper eyed that guy at shortstop down with a glare almost as vicious
as the one Edward was now known for. "Keep it up, Phil." Jasper
warned. Phil flipped him off.
I trailed my eyes over the sand to Edward's feet, up his gorgeous body,
and finally to his devastatingly breathtaking eyes. A startle rushed
through me as I saw him staring at me, even though he was in his
ready-to-bat position. He wouldn't take his eyes off of me.
I bit my lip and forced my eyes from his grasp after a second,
motioned my fingers to the pitcher.
But he didn't move. He kept his jeweled green eyes only on me.
CRACK!
Keeping his eyes on me, Edward swung the bat so hard that thunder
actually roared above us, causing an echo so loud that I almost jumped
out of my skin.
Edward gently placed the bat down to the sand, as the ball flew high
up in the air. He reluctantly tore his stare from me as he turned to
glare at the pitcher, and though he didn't even take the time to look to
see where the ball was going, he actually walked -- possibly strutted --
in a cocky, slow pace to first base. The ball continued to fly high above
the field as Edward stared down the pitcher. The ball flew out of the
field quickly and across the parking lot, but Edward didn't pick up his
pace. He strutted all the way around the entire field, high-fiving a
laughing Jasper as he passed him.
"Keep it up, show off!" Quil warned him with an irritated cock of his
head.
Edward smirked, walking over the home plate. He ignored the cheer of
all his teammates behind him in line to bat, as well as a few of the
guys in the outfield. "Oh," he said reassuringly, sideways grin on his
face. "I will."
"Nothing's gonna be the same now with Edward here!" the coach
shouted as he tossed the ball back to Quil. Quil grinded his teeth,
staring down the coach.
The game went on in a foggy haze. I rarely paid attention to what was
going on with the ball, focusing only on Edward and occassionaly
Jasper when he batted. Edward showed off, catching every single ball
that flew to his territory with ease. He'd catch it behind his back, catch
it as he jumped in front of the long fence, catch it after he dove into
the ground for it. He was red hot! And oh, it pissed Quil off, causing
him to cuss loudly, especially when Edward caused him an out after his
first hit.
Before I knew it, we were on the last inning. Phil, the guy who sided
with Quil at shortstop earlier, continued to egg Jasper on, making fun
of him or Edward at all costs possible. Jasper continued to shake it off,
being too much of a classy, well-behaved gentleman to cause a fight in
the middle of practice. But I knew he had something boiling under his
skin. He sort of reminded me of myself in that mannerism... waiting for
his exploding moment.
Edward continued to cheer his team on, standing in right field again.
He was always optimistic, and even though he was definetly cocky
about his game, he always gave positive feedback to each of his
teammates and pointers to anyone who asked for them. He was
adorable, and way too kind. And I wasn't the only one eating it up with
a spoon. I thought the senior girls over there were going to have a
heart attack watching him. And if I had a heartbeat still, I'd probably be
right there with them.
Jasper was the very last guy to bat the final round. Again, he showed
off with the bat, this time twisting it in a circle over and under his
hand. He spun the metal bat in front of his body, above his head, and
then somehow keeping the bat spinning, he exchanged it from his right
hand to his left hand while the bat was behind his head, and around his
body. He was amazing.
I leaned over with a stretch, knowing it wasn't the senior girls on the
bleachers, looking for the owner of the adorable, excited voice. I found
her standing next to the gorgeous blonde, Rosalie and a bulky
handsome guy that had his arm over Rosalie's shoulders. Emmett... I
guessed after replaying mine and Jessica's discussion earlier about
them.
So that meant the beautiful girl with the short, dark hair and petite
body was Alice...
Thunder crashed over the field with praise. The whole team went silent
as Emmett, the bulky guy, began to laugh loudly. Clearly, he was the
troublemaker of the "family". Arrogant, just like the rest of them.
Jasper charged for first base as Edward backed up in a run, staring only
at the ball. Jasper floated over second base faster than lightening. He
wanted it bad, I could tell from the adreneline and blood pumping in
his body. But no matter how badly I wanted Jasper to make it home, I
wanted Edward to catch it more.
"Go, Go, Go!" the team shouted on both the field and the stands,
jumping up and down.
The ball suddenly fell hard as Jasper was a few feet away and Edward
caught it a mere second before Jasper crossed the plate.
The team rejoiced loudly at both sides as Edward held the ball up with
his delicate fingers. Jasper saw it and bowed to him before applauding
to Edward over his awesome catch. Edward point at Jasper as he and
the team ran in, an expression on his face as if telling Jasper he did
awesome as well.
----
As soon as the team ran into the dugout, Edward stuck his hand on
Jasper's head, messing up his gorgeous twisty curls as he patted him
on his chest. "Excellent hit, brother!" he praised.
Alice ran inside the dugout as Emmett slowly followed behind, teasing
Edward about his "slow reflexes" and joking about how he could have
caught that in a second. Edward just shoved him backward.
She placed her hands on her hips, smiling at me. "Get over here."
I fidgeted for a moment, but something about her eyes told me I'd
better move. So, relectutantly after a few hard swallows, I unsteadily
rose and climbed down the bleachers toward her. "Hey Rosalie..." I
sputtered, looking down at my feet.
I laughed nervously, pulling myself arms length away from her. "E-
Edward invited me."
"Bullshit!" Emmett cut in, running up behind her and throwing his arms
around her waist in a bear hug. "I could show these two wannabee's a
thing or two about baseball."
Rosalie smirked, allowing Emmett to swing her from side to side as her
feet dangled off the ground. "Emmett's very sure of himself, Bella." she
explained.
Emmett smirked proudly, his eyes shining right into my soul as his
babyface drowned me. "That's because I'm the shit."
Jasper ran up behind Emmett, knocking his Spartan's baseball cap off
his head and onto Rosalie's, messing up her hair a little. She laughed
as Emmett chased Jasper around in a small circle, shouting about how
he was going to get him. Jasper was quicker though, it was very
obvious... though I knew when Emmett finally did catch up to him, he
was so big that he could crush him in a heartbeat. Alice ran up and
threw her arm around Rosalie's waist, nudging her hip with hers. "Our
boys are crazy," she told her. Rosalie nodded with a roll of her
beautiful eyes.
They all seem so close and happy, I thought to myself, feeling a pain
sting of jealousy and unfamiliar. It was heartbreaking to see that
families like that -- especially ones as reflective and open as theirs,
with the adoptions and all -- really did exist outside the movies.
"Oh leave him be," Alice said, motherly instinct taking charge of her
entergetic body. "He'll be here in a moment." Then her gorgeous eyes
found me. "Hi," she said, stepping forward and reaching out her hand.
"I'm Alice."
I felt more nerves kick over my body as I bit my lip. "Really?" I shuffled
my hands, shaking my head from a daydream. "Er, thanks."
Alice nodded as she backed away, wrapping her arm around Jasper's
waist with ease. "I think he's got a little crush on you, Bella."
I looked down from her glance quickly, staring at the brown sand
beneath our feet. "No." I replied icely, refusing to convince myself it's
true, because I knew it'd never be. "We're just friends."
Rosalie reached around and slugged him hard on his right shoulder,
causing him to wince a bit. "You're so stupid, you idiot!" she shouted at
him.
Before I could reply, Jasper cut in, leaving my mouth hanging open as I
stared at Edward's green eyes. "What?" Jasper replied with a smirk.
"Did he say he was so proud of you and then ask if he could suck you
o-"
"Oh my God," Alice said, shaking her head. "Emmett is starting to rub
off on you, Jasper."
Jasper ran over to her and bent down to pick a tiny dandelion from the
field, before opening her palm and placing it in there. "No darling," he
replied, kissing her cheek softly. "I'm not like that." They were so
freakin' adorable it made me uncomforably ill.
"Coach just pointed out to me a few players who I'd need to stay after
practice with and help out," Edward continued. "And he told me to not
pay attention to Quil Anderson."
Jasper smirked, shaking his head as the country accent took over him
again. "Quil and Phillip has got it coming to them, Edward."
Edward beamed, his white teeth blinding me. "Thank you, Bella."
"Ooh, thank you Bella," Emmett mocked in a high voice. "I want you so
bad and I want you to know that y-"
Emmett pulled her into his arms, causing her to squeal as he threw her
over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, running off to her red
convertible.
"Come on," Alice gestured to us. "We're all just hanging out over at the
house. Ordering pizza and a movie on pay-per-view or something.
Edward, you should invite Bella."
Edward nodded as Jasper pulled Alice along in front of us. "Thank you."
he replied, motioning her to run along. She did so after giving him a
wink.
If I could have blushed, it would have been all over my body. "Why?"
I nodded, beyond frustrated with myself for giving in and causing more
danger for the both of us. "You got me."
"You can ride with me," he decided, motioning to my car. "We'll come
back for your car later. Save your gas and all."
I nodded and before I could walk around to his car, I was cut off by a
female running between us. My eyes narrowed as her scent crashed
over me. The pretty preppy girl.
"Oh my Gosh, Edward!" she shouted, giving him a hug. "You were so
awesome! Thanks for inviting us today!"
I felt a sting of regret in my body, should have known he didn't invite
just me. Of course he'd invite the pretty girls as well... not like I was
anything special.
"You're welcome Julia," he replied casually. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"You were just wonderful!" she gushed on, her hands touching his
biceps. "I couldn't believe how cocky you were out there! It was hot!"
I looked down at the ground, thinking to myself how fast it'd be to take
her by her hair and yank her head off her body... I bet I could do it in
two seconds flat.
"Thank you," he replied again. "Gotta take the chance when you see
it."
She nodded, then noticed that he was now looking over her head at
me. She looked at me at the same time I looked up at him, an awkward
triangle forming around us. "Well," she replied, stepping away from me
quickly and reluctantly away from him in all his glory. "I'll... I'll see you
tomorrow, Edward."
"Looks like you got a fan," I muttered the obvious, unable to control
the jealousy that has overcome me today.
Edward opened the passenger door for me with his right hand as his
left hand reached over the door and caught my shoulder. "Yeah," he
replied suavly. "But I don't think I could have done it today without my
good luck charm. Thanks for coming, Bella. This meant a lot to me."
Don't be ridiculous, Bella. Stop it. Edward doesn't see you that way --
regardless of if he's a player. Get over it.
But there's no turning back once you get inside his car... The damage
is done.
Chapter 7: Behind Those Sorrowed Eyes... - Part ONE
The car continued to wind down the curvy road, between the shady
trees, and I couldn't help but notice that Edward was driving much
faster than I would have imagined a normal human would have the
guts for. Was he showing off? Was this typical behavior for him? And
why did every single thing about him, like the indent where the corner
of his lips met his face, or the darker bronzed ends of his hair, turn me
on so much?
We spoke with our eyes, more less. He'd glance over at me with his
diamond green eyes, and smile an angelic smile, and I'd smile back
and look away real quick, afraid of what he could be thinking. Then, a
few moments later, he'd catch me looking at him again -- perhaps
staring or daydreaming, truthfully -- and chuckle, asking "What?" in
this adorable, sing song voice.
Like just a second ago. For the fourth time. Back to back.
I bit my lip, looking back toward the dotted lines flying under us in the
middle of the road. "Nothing. I'm sorry."
Edward smiled his gorgeous side smile, and glanced back over to me
as he mounted a left curve. He kept the car steady between the lines
on the road, even though he wasn't paying actual attention to it.
A soft chuckle escaped through his pale throat. "You weren't staring."
He mused back.
Edward kept his piercing eyes drilling right into my soul, to the point I
was almost gasping for air. We rode in silence for a few moments,
staring at each other like this. He was incredibly beautiful. I couldn't
figure out if he looked more like an angel, or if that wasn't even
enough to describe him. He was utterly perfection. "I hadn't noticed,
Bella. But you still don't have to apologize to me. I want you to be
comfortable around me."
I bit the inside of my lip and forced my face away from his stare as a
smile took it's place on my lips, and I noticed we were finally going
under 90 miles per hour. We were slowing down.
Edward slowed to an 18 mile per hour pace and took a solid left turn
onto a more secluded road than we were just on. "We're almost here."
I nodded, flustered nerves kicking in. I didn't know how I was going to
play this off and be so normal. I was never normal... not really.
And listening to his heart beat through his chest at such a steady pace,
his hypnotizing inales and exhales of breath, and watching his
eyelashes bat against his pale skin... it was all enough alone to make
me want to jump on him now, and that would be very bad, considering
they would have to come looking for him eventually.
We curved around a few more s-curves and pulled up the hill, and the
car hummed to a stop. My mouth hit the floorboard as soon as I looked
over my right shoulder. He wasn't rich -- rich was an understatement.
This house was incredible. It had four stories to it, if you counted the
bottom layer. It was rich in color with these deep browns and
mahoganies, and large extravagant windows throughout the entire
frame. There was charcoal grey accents along the house as well,
allowing it to blend in with the dark, deep forest that surrounded us at
all angles.
I could see in different rooms of the house from the car window, and I
had the unsteady feeling that there was nothing normal about this
house. It wasn't like anyone else's here in Forks. No one else could
afford this type of luxury, quite honestly. Besides Charlie, and he
refused to move out of the house we were in, stating that we'd look
"too obvious" if we did that, considering his job was only a Police Chief.
Despite the title, the police in this town didn't make that much money.
I'm surprised he still bribed me with my M3.
Edward hopped out immediately and ran around the front of the car,
opening my door before I even had the seat belt off. His beautiful hand
extended out to me, and I held my breath as I took it, knowing I
wouldn't be able to deny him -- or myself -- such satisfaction.
He beamed as he pulled me along the steps and to the front door with
the fine wooden frame and glass center. "This is a house of relaxation,
Bella," he assured me as he opened the door and let me in. "You can
be yourself here. No worries, okay?"
I took in the white walls and delicate art and sceneries placed
sparatically and perfectly around the house, as he shut the door
behind me. The house was silent, the way it would sound if it were
unoccupied. I held my breath as I focused my ears, but heard no heart
beats. There wasn't anyone else here. This wasn't good. I continued to
glance around until I found the staircase, and froze yet again.
Edward chuckled with a nod. "Yes. Alice loves to climb it to get to the
kitchen, instead of taking the staircase. Don't ask, I don't know why."
I nodded and tried to control myself from panicking, with little help. I
didn't know what was worse at this moment... the fact that he was
touching me and I liked it, that there was a tree in their house, or that I
felt so comfortable and so nervous at the same time just being here,
with him.
We strutted side by side along the staircase and I took in their family
portraits along the wall with a smile. They were perfect, and flawless...
and though some of the kids were adopted, it didn't appear that way
through the solid frames. They all seemed very close, connected, so
powerful.
"I didn't know if you wanted me to drag you along to the refridgerator
with me..." he mused, voice like velvet. "...Not that I'd mind much, if
you didn't."
I relunctantly let go of his silk, warm hand, and felt more emptier than I
had in years, watching him as he walked the seven steps away toward
the fridge. I didn't like these emotions. They meant I was becoming
more attatched to him, more in need of him, and that was not a good
thing.
Edward poured himself a glass of ice water from the spout inside the
freezer door and walked back over to me. My heart felt less heavy,
standing still in my chest.
Edward smiled and sat down on the couch, pulling me beside him. I
knew it should feel awkward, considering that there were two plush
couches beside this one, as well as two large, overstuffed grey chairs.
There was plenty of other seating around this room alone, and I
shouldn't have to be sitting so far next to him.
He leaned over and grabbed the remote with his long fingers, before
adjusting his body around the way he wanted in the cushions of the
couch. He smiled at me as he turned the tv on. "Is this okay?"
I looked past his delicate features, toward the large screen. Food
network. Great. "Yeah, this is fine."
Edward smiled and rested his hands over his legs, flipping through the
channels. My eyes focused on his right wrist, and the icy blue vein that
drew a jagged line along the thin skin there. I licked my lips.
"I bet you're wanting a much needed break from baseball, with my
practice earlier today..." Edward assummed, skimming past all the
sports channels.
I nodded, tearing my eyes away from his arm. "And what brought you
here?"
Edward reached over and turned off the tv, causing pain to rip through
me as the sound of his heart got louder. "My mother passed away a
little over half a year now."
My eyes met his and expected there to be pain, but it didn't seem to
cross his eyes. "Can I ask how?"
He smiled, reaching over and fiddling with my thumb with his index
finger. "She got sick. Scarlett fever. It happened very fast...
Unexpectedly."
I bit my lip, knowing I shouldn't press it further, but I couldn't help it.
"I'm so sorry to hear about that, Edward. I know it's hard to talk about."
"Yes, extremely. I had lost my father when I was five years old -- He
was murdered. After that, my mother never really moved on, so it was
just her and I, and I was the only man in her life. I did what I could to
protect her, to help her with the bills and all, but when she got sick..."
His voice trailed off for a moment, but he regained his control quick.
"...When she got sick, we called in Carlisle to fly and be her caretaker.
There was nothing I could do, and that brought more pain to me than
anything before. I felt so helpless and I watched as my faith floated
away from my soul. It had been replaced with hate and confusion..."
"It was Carlisle that told me she... didn't make it... and he was the only
one I actually broke down with. He sat there all night, curled up with
me in the middle of the hallway on the cold floor, and let me cry on his
shoulder for hours. He didn't care if there were nurses passing or
people looking. He just wrapped his arms over my head so I couldn't
see them, and let me get it all out. I don't know what I would have
done without him being there for us."
"You must feel very lucky to have him in your life. And the rest of
them."
I sighed, pulling my hand away from his and putting mine between my
legs. "Not really. It gets tiring after so many years."
He frowned. "...When?"
"Renee."
I felt myself leaning toward him once again, and his heart beat pound
through my chest. He looked up at me and smiled, locking his eyes
with mine. We stared at each other as we thought to ourselves, me
wondering how on earth he could be so beautiful and so relateable, yet
holding my hand? I so badly wanted to taste him, to have the red
amung my lips... His scent was intoxicating me, and as my eyes melted
in front of his, I felt myself losing my balance. It was as if he was
dazzling me, somehow... and that made me want him more.
"No, no," Edward replied, releasing my hands with just his right one, as
he raised his index finger over to lift my chin. "Don't look down, Bella.
Look at me."
He held my face in his soft hands, and didn't let go when my eyes
found his. Then he spoke each word individually. "You. Are. So.
Beautiful."
I tried to look down again, but his hand wouldn't let me, his other hand
holding my face with assistance. "I said don't look down, Bella."
I felt his hands pull my face toward his now, ever so slowly. My hands
drew up the length of his satin arms on onto the skin of his thin wrists,
tightening my grip there. His green diamonds came closer to mine
than ever before, inches away. I felt his warm breath on my cool lips,
and it took every muscle in my body I had in order to not end it all right
there.
I turned my face toward him, as my lip began to quiver with want. "You
don't know anything about me, Edward." I whispered.
He kept his hands cupped around my face. "I'm willing to sit here for
days and listen to anything you want to tell me."
I stared at his eyes, the words at the tip of my tongue. I knew as soon
as I told him, as soon as I'd confess, it'd be over. He'd react so harshly
and I'd lose my control, and this would all turn into a large mess.
Charlie would lose his job and we'd have to change our identies in
order to keep going.
I shook my head, gripping tighter to his wrists. I felt myself edge closer
to him, drowning to the rhythms in his chest. "You don't know what
you're saying."
"Yes, I do. Bella... I feel very protective of you, somehow. It's as if I'm
meant to be here for you, to help you through whatever you need." He
pondered for a moment. "And, possibly vice-versa as well. We've both
experienced devastating losses, Bella. We both ended up in classes
together, and in that hall alone for a reason. We both feel drawn to
each other somehow, even if we can't explain it..."
"Can I ask for a favor?" There was something about his voice, so strong
and overtaking to me, he didn't even need to ask. At this point, he
could have whatever he wanted.
He waited until I was steady and able to open my eyes, which took a
little while.
I shook my head, gripping tighter to his wrists. I felt myself edge closer
to him, drowning to the rhythms in his chest. "You don't know what
you're saying."
"Yes, I do. Bella... I feel very protective of you, somehow. It's as if I'm
meant to be here for you, to help you through whatever you need." He
pondered for a moment. "And, possibly vice-versa as well. We've both
experienced devastating losses, Bella. We both ended up in classes
together, and in that hall alone for a reason. We both feel drawn to
each other somehow, even if we can't explain it..."
"Can I ask for a favor?" There was something about his voice, so strong
and overtaking to me, he didn't even need to ask. At this point, he
could have whatever he wanted.
He waited until I was steady and able to open my eyes, which took a
little while.
I couldn't breathe.
I couldn't think.
I was paralyzed.
I felt Edward's soft thumbs stroke along my cold cheekbones toward
the sides of my eyes in a soothing manner, and I knew he'd remain
calm until I found the strength to open them. It didn't take me long to
figure out that he was respectful toward me... it was almost as if he
could feel what I was feeling, somehow.
I listened to the jumps inside his body, the unsteady skipping that
pulsed and echoed around us, hoping I could snap myself back to the
present tense by it's sweet melodies alone.
You could hear a pin drop on the thick carpet four stories up with how
quiet we were being.
Going against everything I was taught to think, and choosing only what
I felt was right, I let my lips part slowly. My bottom lip quivered, a
mixture of pure desire for him and my undeniable thirst for his blood
combined. I knew which one was more dominant, but still couldn't
ignore the second emotion.
With all the hysteria in this very moment... all the emotions... all the
inhales and exhales....I was about to lose my mind.
I felt his lips part as he lifted his face from my chin, but once he placed
them directly in front of mine, he puased.
Edward's warm bottom lip fit perfectly between my lips, and his top lip
slid above my upper.
I never tasted anything more sweeter than that single moment in all
my years.
It was surreal... As if, somehow, we were made for each other. Made to
fit.... Made to be...
We didn't move.
We were here though. We are so close to our first kiss, and now all we
have to do is just ...push.
I held my breath, allowing myself the freedom to make this kiss real,
and decided that it was now or n-
Edward's hands were still in front of his body, placed where they were
when he was holding me just seconds before in my most vulnerable
form, and his eyes were wide -- the mirror image of my own.
"There you are..." Emmett stood leaning against the doorway with his
arms crossed, smiling at us like we were a million dollars. "Aww... look
at you two... how sweet. But look, we've got pizza, so if you two love
maker's want any, you better get your asses in the dining room pronto
because Jasper just dug in, and you know how ge gets stingy
sometimes..."
Edward nodded to him with a forced smile and unsteadily stood up.
I followed him, my legs feeling like jello. What the hell just happened?
Edward walked a few steps in front of me, careful not to keep checking
behind his back to make sure I was there. One time was enough, he
guessed. He led me into the dining room where the rest of his family
was.
The dining room was gorgeous, with a long glass table with black fame
and matching accent chairs. The table had shiny tall glasses with red
rose petals and bold cherries inside them, trailing along the entire
length of it. There was a golden chandelier in middle of the ceiling, the
light echoing through the single mirrors placed on each of the
surrounding walls.
They were all scavenging for pizza, laughing and joking amongst
themselves, when they looked up and saw us standing there like two
doe-eyed bambis caught in headlights.
"Ahh, hello!" Carlise said, walking around the table and greeting me
with a firm handshake. "I'm Carlise, Edward's father. This is my wife,
Esme..."
I shook her hand as well, and noticed it was very soft. "It's a pleasure
to meet you two," I said. "You have a beautiful home."
"Thank you sweetie." Esme gave Edward a welcoming hug. "How was
practice, dear?"
Edward smirked, regaining his composure and pulling out a chair for
me. "Same old, same old. I've made a lot of friends on the team,
thankfully, and have even been able to guide a few of them. However,
there is a few guys on the team that have been making it... difficult...
to adjust to, but all in good fun, I'm sure."
Jasper smirked, shoving down a full piece in his mouth. "Sure, okay.
They're gonna think good fun when they've got a baseball bat
slammed against their ball sack."
Alice smacked him on the leg, causing him to wince. "That's it! You're
not hanging out with Emmett anymore! I'm drawing the line!"
"No," Edward frowned, taking a large bite of his pizza. I watched as the
grease lined his bottom lip, and licked my lips at the thought of it. "I
believe it's their own way of welcoming me to the team... Seeing what
I'm made of."
"Are they giving you a hard time as well, Jazz?" Carlise asked.
Jasper shook his head, giving Alice a bite of his pizza. She must have
wanted sausage instead of the plain cheese on her own plate. "No they
all seem to target Mr. Baseball God over there."
"Yes, she does." Edward turned to me, lifting my face with his
comforting expression. The way his eyes were so deep, so sensual... so
overtaking.
I leaned over my right shoulder and smiled back. "I'm glad you invited
me."
Emmett and Edward stared at each other in silence for a few moments,
causing me to hear nothing but chewing sounds echoing from the rest
of them. Finally, he retreated. "Sorry guys."
"So what was the deal with you inviting Julia Brownstone to the games
with her little groupie clan?" Jasper asked Edward, and my head
chimed up in curiosity as well. I had forgotten all about that until he
brought it up, but was quite curious myself to what the answer was
going to be.
"I'm sure that's not all she wanted, Edward." Jasper looked at Edward
like he was a box of rocks.
I couldn't wipe the smile off my face if I tried. Even with stinky pizza
and irresistable human blood underneath thin amounts of skin
surrounding me. I felt home.
--
Edward pulled into the school parking lot, where my car waited for me.
I wasn't ready to get out just yet. I had just spent three hours with him
and his family, watching games and fitting in for once, and I never felt
more afraid to lose that feeling than now.
We sat sideways in our seats, facing each other with our heads on the
back rests and smiles on our faces.
"Okay... don't think I'm a stalker or anything, but I've heard a few
things and I wanted to know if there was any truth to them...." I bit my
lip, unsure if I should continue.
Edward's smile grew wider, and he shook his head slowly. "None at all.
Don't listen to that rubbish, Bella."
Edward leaned forward and grabbed my right hand off of my leg, and
placed it gently on his warm chest. "Do you feel that?"
I nodded, watching as his hand covered mine, making it feel warm for
the first time.
"It's steady, Bella. I've never been more calm with a person before you.
If I had been lying, you'd be able to tell the difference."
I felt my thumb move along his tshirt slowly, gasping for air. He felt so
secure... and because of that, I felt so safe....
"I believe you," I whispered, sinking into the image of his lips.
"...Good."
He held my hand in his, tilting his head against the rest once more. I
found I mirrored his reactions.
"I don't want you to leave," he admited softly. "Everything feels better
when you're around."
"I wish I didn't have to." I couldn't believe how honest we were being.
"I find that I am always anxious whenever I think about you, Bella...
Whenever you're not around, I feel desperate and confused...
Constantly wondering where you are or what you're doing... When you
were gone that week after the party, I was a complete wreck. And trust
me, I don't do react to this way to anyone."
"Can I..." Edward pondered for a moment on his choice of words. "Bella
would it be alright if I picked you up for school in the morning?"
Edward caressed my face lightly, before sighing and opening his door.
He ran around the car and opened my door for me, led me to my car,
then opened that one as well.
---
...Oh, and if I could add a Fouth, it'd be that I needed to hunt. Pronto.
I rushed inside the house, startling Charlie by both my urgent rush and
my estatic expression. He wasn't used to seeing either one of them
belonging to me.
Charlie bounced off of seat immediately, a wide look in his eyes. "What
are you doing, Bells? Where have you been all day?"
I flew past him and reached the top of the staircase. "Nothing! Just
hanging out with, um, friends! I'm starving, are you hungry Dad?"
I rushed back out of my room and into the bathroom, and caught a
glimpse of him sitting back down in his favorite chair as I went. "Yeah
Dad, I shouldn't be out long."
"No Dad!" I galloped down the stairs, skidding to a stop before I slid
through the door. "I'll be fine. I know how to keep myself safe."
"Got it!" I was out the door before he could shout anything else to me. I
didn't need him ruining my buzz.
I soared into the forest with a smitten expression over my lips. Who
was this person that took residence in my body? I knew I probably
looked like some love-struck groupie at a rock concert, but I couldn't
help it. I could feel the electricity of Edward running through my veins,
his words and heart beats acting as blood would to me, if I were still a
human. Every detail about him rushed through my frame, pumping me,
keeping me moving, faster, faster...
I thought about the curve in his bottom lip and how it was slightly
bigger than his upper. About the teasing taste of him in front of my
tongue, and how sweet it will be when we actually complete our kiss. I
thought about his hot breath on my skin, the words he whispered to
me and tried to convince me of, his sensational touch, his green eyes,
the way he put my hand over his beating heart... I was half way across
town, before I focused on any of my surroundings.
The damp wind blew wildly through my hair and caught me off guard,
while the echo of birds flocking away surrounded me, and I couldn't
help but laugh. I had no control of my emotions. It was as if I was
foreign, even to myself. It felt like I was alive, for the first time in over
a hundred years. I felt free and unharmed... invincible almost, like I
could do anything!
I squat down behind the tree, digging my fingers through the soil as I
watched her for a few moments. She seemed so innocent, so oblivious
to anything around her... so peaceful. I wondered to myself if she had a
family, kids perhaps? What about a lover of some sort? How
heartbroken he must be if he existed somewhere and found her just -
Wait, what? Stop, Bella!
I leaned forward, taking in her smell. I watched as she arched her neck
in my direction, trying to clear her view. Then I leaped toward her.
---
As the clock ticked by, edging closer to 5:30, I felt more anxious and
overly depressed as each hour went by. I watched out the living room
window, and as soon as a skim of light flashed in my eyes, I threw a fit,
stopping my feet. It was not going to be my day, I could tell already.
"This can't be happening! Why is the sun coming out?! Why today of all
days?"
"No!" I slammed my fist onto the window seal, breaking the wood
completely off and cracking the window. "Oops, sorry dad."
"Dad! Heroin can't affect someone who doesn't have a regular blood
stream. I just... I-I studied for a really hard Calculus test today and now
I won't be able to take it because I can't go to school."
"But you never study. You know just about everything there is to be
taught in that school, and you never cared about Calculus before.
Don't you hate math?"
"I know! That's the point! But.." I shoved my hands toward the window,
a drastic measure to show the clouds seperating. "...uh! Look!"
I scowled at him. "Very funny. I'm in a good mood today, Dad. Or, well I
was."
"Mmhmm." He shut the door behind him, shaking the frame of the
house.
I dragged myself off the couch and pouted as I picked up the phone.
Continuing my whine, I dialed Edward's number.
"Hello?"
"Hey Alice," I sighed. "Is Edward awake yet?"
"Oh, hey Bella! I had a feeling you were going to call today! No,
Edward's not awake yet, he didn't get in until pretty late. He said he
went for a drive last night to clear his head and try to relax."
"Oh. Yeah I know that feeling. Look, can I leave a message for him?"
I frowned. "Can you tell him that I don't need a ride this morning? Just
apologize for me and tell him that I plan to be there around lunch time,
I have a... doctor's appointment in Port Angeles that I forgot about."
"Bells, stop slamming your head against the wall before we have to
plaster it up again." Charlie strolled into the kitchen in his police
uniform, hair wet, hands on his hips. "I understand you actually took
time to do homework for once in your life, but is all this pouting really
necessary?"
I rolled my eyes at him and sat in the chair, placing the side of my
head in my hand. "I guess not, Dad. Nothing else seems to go right for
me, why should today be any different?"
"Ahh, there's the Bella I know so well. I was wondering where she had
been hiding." He kissed the top of my head briefly and rushed out the
door. "Be back tonight!"
---
The hours crept by anciently, and impatience almost took the best of
me.
By the time I drove my car toward the school, my hands were white at
the nuckle and shaking with anticipation. Come on, come on, come
on... just get there all ready!
I'd never been this excited to get to school before. Forks High was
normally the part I dreaded most... having to pretend to be someone I
wasn't.
I pulled into a spot and cut my car off, looking around the sea of people
gathering outside for lunch. I saw Rosalie and Emmett laughing, sitting
on a pinic table.
Climbing out of my car, I searched for the rest of them. As I got closer
to the school, I noticed Alice talking to a group of girls, and a few feet
away from her, Jasper was sitting next to the baseball team in the
grass, laughing and pointing in the cheerleader direction.
"He said he'd be here... somewhere... I'm not sure where he's at this
moment... maybe he had to go pee or something..."
"Who are you looking for?" Angela piped up, standing beside me.
I swallowed hard and arched my brows, trying to pull his thoughts from
his head. I looked behind me, hoping to find some annoying girl or guy
he didn't like. There was no sight of Quil. No sight of anyone. Even
Angela had been pulled away by Ben, her crush. It was just me. And his
eyes and that look... it was for me too.
Then, he slowly shook his head at me, his lips in a straight line, and
turned to walk away. His eyes continued to pierce harshly through my
spirit as he slowly traveled left, toward the forest behind him. I felt my
hands begin to shake, trying to figure out what was going on with him.
Moments passed as the elephant in the forest grew larger. I only heard
the small chirps of birds in the distance, the flutter of a butterflies
wings a few feet from Edward... but Edward himself... all he did was
breathe. Haggardly.
"I couldn't wait to get home, knowing that as soon as I'd wake up, the
sooner I'd be able to see you..." His voice was shaken, uncertain.
Terrified. "...But when I finally got there, I realized I could not stop
playing our conversation from earlier in my head... Repeating it."
His voice trailed off for a moment as his frame began to shake. I didn't
know what was happening, but I suddenly wished I could make it right.
I felt my hands shake hard and curled them into tight fists, fighting
back the urge to protect myself and destroy whatever was in my path,
which was my normal instinct.
His voice continued to rock unsteadily. "And... after a few hours, I got
lucky. I paid a fee and purchased a background check. What I
discovered... Bella, it broke my heart. I began to cry, understanding
immediately the pain you had gone through for so many years... The
devastating images you must have seen. Your mother... she was
murdered. There were tiny holes discovered around her Jugular vein on
her neck. The reports said the multiple stabbings of a ...screwdriver... -
" He scoffed, digusted. "- that drained her blood. Drained it, Bella. All of
it."
Edward's voice trailed off as I stared at him, into him. Then, he spoke
again. "How old are you?"
It felt like the world suddenly slid from under our feet and I was
spinning widly out of control.
Edward's head tilted down toward me and he inhaled deeply. "I know
what you are."
"Vampire."
"Yes."
I tried to take a step back, but since I had ahold of his wrist, I pulled
him forward with me. "W-What?" I cried.
"I saw you. The thoughts hadn't settled in with me yet, the truth of this
After I learned what had happened, I rushed to your house to comfort
you. You were not home -- no one was. Then I heard rustling in the
trees nearby and saw footprints trailing off toward the path inside the
woods behind your house, so I followed them. It was very difficult at
first, being that I didn't have a flashlight, but after a few minutes of
running along your trail, I heard your laughter."
"Yes." His voice was certain. "I found you, just in time to see you make
your jump. Then it all rushed through me like a knife, cutting deep. I
didn't know how to react so I left."
"B-But I didn't hear you. Edward, I always hear you. Your footsteps,
your heart beat..."
"No. I made sure I was far enough away from you. I realized you were
distracted, that you wouldn't be paying attention to me. Your focus
would be elsewhere. I watched you crouch down behind the tree, and
your posture registered with me that something was... off... I thought
at first you could be spying on someone else. Turns out, you were
spying on something else."
I shook my head and dropped his hands, backing away from him until I
hit a tree. After a few more moments of silence, I felt my chest
crushing as the words choked out of my mouth... "I-I'm so sorry."
"Bella, it's-"
I didn't need him to walk toward me right now. It was best he stay
where he was.
Edward stood still with his lips pressed against my forehead and slowly
ran his hands along the length of my arms. Hesitantly, he pulled them
away from the tree.
"It's okay, Bella... Shhh, you're safe here. You're safe with me, and you
don't need to be afraid of me."
I continued to gasp for air. "I-I'm not afraid of you, Edward. I know
you're afraid of me, and you have every right to be!"
Edward shook his head and bent his knees so he could better look me
in the eyes, as his fingers intertwined with mine. "Do I look like I am
scared of you, Bella?"
I studied his expression for any sight of difference. There wasn't any.
"...N-No..." I guessed, not understanding why.
I took another step backward, bending the tree a little with my stance.
I watched as Edward tried to remain steady, his eyes slowly grazing
above my head toward the top of the leaning tree for a moment... then
slowly back down to mine.
"How can you not care?" I couldn't hide the horror in my throat.
Edward shook his head slowly, soaking me with his smoldering eyes.
"You have never killed a human before in your life, Bella."
My lips shook as I fought to get the next word out. It was hard to be
honest with him, especially this brutally. "But I've wanted to. I have. ...I
wanted to kill you, Edward. I've... I've never wanted... a human's
blood... so badly... in my life."
He took a step closer, pinning me against the tree. "I trust you."
Edward sighed, his warm thumb stroking my right cheek. "I'm only
afraid of losing you."
Edward smiled his angel smile once more, his other hand cupping the
other side of my face. "You don't know how long I've waited for you."
I felt my last guard retreat as my shaken hands gripped his biceps.
Then I exhaled, the first real release in the longest of times. "... No,
Edward. You don't know how long I've waited for you."
We continued to stare into each other's eyes, soaking in the other for
what felt like an eternity... and the clouds rolled silently above us in
whispers.
---
We laid side by side in silence, staring into each other's eyes as the
clouds spun above us. Over us. Sheilding us from the world.
The sun slid through the clouds and crashed over my body, and I shook
nervously as the revealance of my secret suddenly exposed me.
My lip quivered and I expected him to run away scared, this being the
final nail in the coffin as the realizations sunk in with him. He'd know I
was a monster now.
Instead, he leaned over me and ran his fingers through my long hair,
his eyes melting against mine. "I was right, Bella." He whispered softly.
Edward leaned over my face gently and placed his warm lips to my
ear, as his voice began to penatrate me. "You...Are... So... Beautiful."
And with that final whisper, I finally accepted his words.
For the first time in my entire life... 107 years and counting... I finally
felt beautiful.
Chapter 10: The Usual Suspects
We've talked a lot about everything. What is on and off limits as far as
my control is concerned; what our favorite movies, music, games are;
his favorite food; our greatest fears... Anything with a light-hearted
subject.
I had offered to pick Edward up from school, but that didn't work out so
well for us either. His brother Emmett ordered some custom-made Jeep
that won't be ready for a few more weeks, since they're building it for
him by hand, and Rosalie's car is in the shop, waiting for a flashy
custom exhaust and new seat interior, which is being shipped here
from overseas. Therefor, Edward has been nominated the designated
driver, and Carlisle doesn't want anyone driving his car but him. He
won't tell us why, but we've heard him mutter stuff like "The boys will
have that wrapped around a tree in two seconds flat and the girls will
get their makeup all over the seats, and then wreck for not paying
attention while driving, and the last thing I need is more patients in my
hospital."
So, with all these roadblocks in our relationship, we've only been able
to spend time with each other during school, after his practice, and
when I sneak over to his house. School has become more eventful
since all this has taken place. I actually look forward to going now. He
always walks me to every one of my classes, which unfortunately has
caused a lot of hysteria between our classmates, and gossip in the
halls. We spend lunch together every day with his family, and he's
even learned how to help me disguise my eating habits by pinching off
food when they're not looking.
The storm outside has picked up a bit after my second class, which is
to be expected. It's finally 3rd period, and I know I only have one more
hour until I get to sit in his arms. He lead me down the hall with his
delicate hand on the small of my back, and smiled once more with the
enjoyment of causing me trembles.
"Too bad you can't, I don't know, sneak into the class with me. I'm sure
Mr. Alberts won't notice."
I sighed, feeling defeated. His hand rose and softly caressed my cheek
as he returned the sigh, then turned and walked away. I watched him
go, fixated by Julia's joyful expression down the hall as she waited for
him to enter their class, which is something she seemed to do every
day. Wait for him, in the wings. Stupid bitch. Regardless, I got the mere
pleasure of watching her wave to him and Edward nod to her before
passing into the door frame, then her fidgit her normal routine as she
controls the excitement and shuts the door behind her.
I plopped down in my seat, feeling jealous and annoyed that they
shared four classes together throughout each day. What a dumb
situation.
I dug my fingernails into the hard desk and glared toward the direction
of the irritating voice. "Mike, if you know what's good for you, then
you'll just shut up there and not speak to me. Ever."
"Yes he is. Everyone can see it. Everyone knows. He's just better at it
then any of us have been. All the guys on his team know the deal, and
they all talk about it with us. He's using you, Bella. He's probably just
fucking you for the attention he's gotten since you two have gone
semi-public." He snickered. "Come on, Bella. I know you feel the eyes
on you every moment of school. In the halls, at lunch... Can you
honestly tell me you think a guy, with that talent and that reputation,
will be interested in you? You're nothing to him, Bella."
"Mike," I sneered, "I will only tell you one more time. Shut. The. Hell.
Up. Before I rip your motherfu-"
She smiled. "I got transferred to this class. Apparently I'm too smart."
I reached out and hugged her warm pixie frame tight, unable to control
myself. "Thank you!" I whispered in her ear. "You just saved Mike
Newton from getting his head ripped off and his body struck by
lightning."
Alice smirked as she took in Mike's dorky features. "I can come back in
a few moments if that makes it easier to get the job done, Bella. If
you'd like."
I shook my head and pulled away, giggling. "You have no idea how
tempting that thought is."
Alice doesn't know the truth about me. No one but Edward and Charlie
does, and Charlie doesn't know about Edward. But I have always felt
comfortable around Alice, especially lately. There's just something
about her. She's always been able to arrive when I need a girl talk, as if
she's somehow predicted it in advance. Today would be the perfect
example of that chirade.
We shoved our desks together to form a tripod and got busy. Alice and
I spent the first half of the class ignoring Mike's presence in our group.
We finished the assignment in no time, not bothering to place his
name on the corner of the paper. Then we talked about the next movie
we wanted to go see, the latest scandal at school, the murders around
the surrounding towns, and Jasper.
Whop!
Before I could even respond, Alice reached over her desk and slapped
Mike on the right side of his head, almost causing him severe whiplash.
My mouth dropped open and I couldn't help but laugh as I saw his eyes
jiggle and saliva fly off his mouth and onto Derik, his best friend. Alice
thrusted her hand up to Mike's face and jerked it toward her by his jaw,
forcing him to look her in the eye. "Listen here you little shit," she
sneered quitely. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't crush that
morsel little dick of yours with the spike of my heel?"
Mike straightened up immediately, his hands shaking on top of the
desk and his lip bit down hard. Morbid curiosity struck me and I peered
under our desks to find her leg extended out, foot between his legs,
and the 4-inch heel about ot make contact.
They sat in silence for a few moments, then Mike retreated. "Sorry
Bella," He mumbled, followed by a gasp as Alice kicked his chair
backward, knocking him to the ground. The bell rung at that exact
moment, and Mr Alberts didn't hear any of the commotion with the
students laughing and exiting the room. I tried to pull the over
confident girl out, but she refused, squatting down beside Mike, with
her left leg extended to where her heel sat on top of his chest. She
looked like the real catwoman, and had the hot leather pants to match.
I was clearly overwhelmed by her power.
She leaned down, almost seductively, with an evil grin upon her lips.
"Don't apologize to just her, Mikey. You owe one to my brother as well.
And what do you know? He's waiting outside for us right now."
Mike scrambled to his feet as soon as Alice let up, his cheeks fire red
as three girls taking their seats laughed and pointed at him. Alice
grabbed my hand and pulled me swiftly out of the classroom, and as
soon as I saw Edward's face, my day brightened.
I hadn't even noticed what he was wearing earlier, being too focused
on his eyelashes. But now, I realized he looked good. Dark brown t-
shirt with a longer white one underneath, dark demin blue jeans, black
belt and shoes, and usual cufflink to his wrist. His bronzed hair was a
beautiful mess of dissaray, moving in all directions. ...Oh my God, I
almost lost it.
Edward shook his head and ran his tongue along his bottom lip, going
into thought mode. "...Well, I think it does." His voice was certain, not
to be directed differently.
Before I could respond, Mike walked up to Edward and glared at me
until I moved out of the way. I could tell he was only doing this because
Alice scared him. "Look, Edward. No hard feelings, right? I was just
kidding around with Bella. She's used to this."
Mike shrugged, looking away from Edward's stare and frozen smile.
I tried to pull Edward away, telling him it didn't matter, but he held like
a stone. "Did you? Mike, I'm talking to you."
Edward gently moved me a few steps back with a smile, then turned
slightly to face Mike again.
"Wrong move."
Before Mike could even speak, Edward leaned back and slugged him so
hard, you could hear the shattering crack of bones echo as you
watched him fall to the floor in a scrambled heap of pain. I couldn't
help but notice his biceps bulging with anticipation to hit him again. As
much as I liked seeing this type of Edward, I knew it wouldn't be best
for him to act upon it. I rushed to Edward's side, my hand firm on his
chest to hold him back. Mike cursed loudly as the teachers ran
between us, getting in their faces as they tried to seperate all of us.
Edward stood tall, ignoring the adults.
I jerked from Mrs. Shephards tiny grip and put my face behind
Edward's shoulder as his left arm extended in front of my body, holding
me still. I couldn't remove my hand from his chest, as his beating heart
soothed me, and made me distracted from the blood gushing from
Mike's broken nose.
I pushed my nose into his shoulder blade and smirked. "'S okay. It was
worth it."
"I'm not."
The growing crowd quickly departed as the teachers started pulling out
pink detention slips. Alice ducked under Mr. Alberts arm, which had
ahold of Edward by his shirt, and grabbed me. "Come on Bellas, we've
got to go."
Edward shook my hand gently before dropping it. "Go. I'll come find
you, after."
I shivered as we turned the next hall. Damn. His dominant voice alone
did me in.
---
Alice and I spent the next hour hiding out in my car, listening to her
rock mix CD, watching the rain fall around. We gossiped about Mike
and Edward and everything else. I found she was easy to talk to,
almost like breathing.
"You know," I spoke casually after a few moments, "I remember when I
first saw you. You and Edward were at the lockers and your hand was
on his chest, with this proud expression all over your face, and he had
his arm over your shoulders and his head on yours... I thought you
were a couple."
Alice laughed. "Oh my gosh, really? Wow! Oh no, Bella! I was patting
him on his chest, teasing about how Jazz was gonna cream him in his
game. And Edward, teasing me back, was joking about how utterly
clueless I was! "
I chuckled and then bit my lip. "I wanted to hate you so bad. I felt so
jealous and couldn't figure out why. I didn't know you guys at all."
"He what?"
"Yep! He heard the way guys talked about you and looked at you, then
he'd come home just pissed. When you went away with your dad that
week or so, I thought he'd gone mental. He kept asking if we'd heard
where you went, what happened to you, or when you'd get back. He
drove us insane."
"Yeah well some people are just like that... Instantly connected. That's
how Jasper and I were. From the moment we met, we knew we were
destined. We were adopted as a packaged deal with Carlisle. We
wouldn't go any other way."
"Thanks! I mean, I already knew that, but I love it all the same when I
hear it from others."
I shook my head, dazing off into the rain as I thought aobut Edward
beign trapped in that office with Mike and Mr. Turner, wondering if he
was holding it together, or if I needed to call a stretcher for Mike any
time soon... The odds in Mike's favor were low and very negative.
"Hey Bella?"
"Well, I know it's none of my business and you can totally tell me if I'm
crossing the line, but... um... Have you and Edward kissed?"
"Why?"
"I'm afraid... Of what I'll do, of what he'll think, if it'll be bad, or
horrifying even..."
I met her eyes bashfully. "Why would you think that? I mean, I'm sure
I'll probably suck at i-"
"No, this is great Bella! Edward is a perfect choice for a first kiss! He's
sensitve and patient and sincere. He'll guide you even."
She slapped her hands on her legs. "Of course you can! You must!
Besides, I already see it happening. Soon. I don't know, but for some
reason, I've always been good at knowing things before they happen.
Kind of like a gift, if you want to call it that. And Bella, trust me, you
and Edward are due. Plus, he's been talking to Jasper about it lately,
and I know he's dying to do it. He always tells us how he wishes he
could read your mind, so he'd know what you're thinking."
I froze. Dying was the wrong choice of word. It made me more nervous.
Plus the thought of him reading my mind was enough to make me
nauseated.
"Oh yes!" Alice continued. "The man is head over heels in-love with
you, Bella. I know you see that. He just announced it in the hall! And he
hasn't even kissed you yet. It's probably driving him crazy!"
My eyes skiddishly met hers and she nodded. "Yeah. The only one of us
that's left, actually. That's why it's funny to hear rumors and gossip
about him with girls. Everyone thinks he's such a stud."
She shrugged. "I think so. I mean, he's a guy. He's kissed girls and
fooled around, I'm sure, but won't go all the way with them. He's
waiting on "The One" I guess... and from the looks at it... I think he's
got his mind set on someone... You wouldn't happen to know who that
might be, would you Bella?"
"So have you thought about it?" she asked. "You know... it?"
I looked down again. "Yeah... I think every girl in the entire world that
has laid eyes upon him wants to be with him, Alice."
Alice smiled, appearing glad we're being each other's confidants. "At
first, a little. I mean, it's new... but then it's kind of nice, once you can
get relaxed enough. Rosalie, she told me she had it kind of bad
though."
"Why?"
Alice smirked. "Have you seen the size of Emmett lately? His hands, his
feet, his shoulders even? The man is huge!"
"Well, imagine that... you know... there... Let's just say he's overly
huge all around, and Rosalie is... small."
"I know. But Bella, even if Edward is massive down there -- which I'm
not doubting he is because he's lucky in everything else -- You don't
have to worry. He'd never hurt you. He'll take his time with you, make
you comfortable. A guy in love doesn't rush it."
I nodded.
"Don't worry about it doll. Edward's a sweetheart but I'm sure he can
handle his own. He's got a dominant streak to him. I'm sure you'll be
mush in the palm of his hand before you know it."
Our girl moment was brief as a tap on the window behind me startled
us both, a panic that we were caught striking over us. I whipped my
head around as lightning crashed around us, and my mouth dropped
as soon as my eyes found his green ones.
Edward was glorious, standing in the pouring rain, his hair soaked and
his shirt clinging to his frame. Shaking hands didn't help me as I
struggled to roll down the window. My throat locked up and no words
came out from my opened lips. Again, I was a sculpture.
Edward squatted down in the rain and rested his arms in the window.
"Hi, you."
"Edward!" Alice shouted. "Get in, it's freezing and raining outside if you
hadn't noticed!"
Edward ignored her and continued to stare at me, his eyes penetrating
mine to the core as he studied me. Watched my lips quiver. He
extended his wet hand to my face and stroked my cheek gently. I
shivered and closed my eyes, resting my cold face in his palm. I
exhaled softly, enjoying his touch way too much.
"Alice, take my car home tonight. I don't care what Carlisle says."
Alice cocked her head at him and raised her eyebrow in suspicion.
I smiled, forcing words out. "I-I can leave now if you want. Sneak away.
We can.. um.. go somewhere."
Alice climbed out on cue, blowing us kisses from her hand as she ran
inside the school, sheilding her hair from the drizzle.
"I'm glad we get this opportunity to be alone for a few hours, Bella.
There's something I want to do with you. In private."
Edward smirked at me, putting the gas pedal to the floor. "It's a
surprise."
"What, um, what kind of surprise?" I found myself leaning toward him
now, over the middle console.
I spent the next fifteen minutes trapped inside my emotions. I was past
the point no return. All my fingernails had been bitten off and my lip
had multiple holes in it due to my nerves, and I was unable to form
coherent sentences. The entire trip was spent smiling to him in silence,
trying to unsuccessfully pick apart his brain. I'd listen to his heart,
looking for signs of anxiety or stress, but couldn't find any. He
remained calm and content while he steered, glancing over at me
through his dark eyelashes. It was enough to unhinge me.
The lightning and thunder would crash around us at times, but when
he'd give me a warm smile, it'd calm down. He almost seemed amused
by this, as if he were testing me for entertainment value. I couldn't
understand why I was so frazzled, which made me more frustrated. I
mean, I have spent the past three weeks being with him every second
possible, and I was fine. But now, we were going to be secluded, and I
was beginning to wonder if my self-control only appeared to be strong.
Or maybe I was just overreacting? After all, I couldn't regret putting
myself in this complicated situation, because I wanted to be with him
every second.
He finished the glass and set it on the counter as a side smile formed
across his lips. "And what are you thanking me for?" He mused.
"For what you did today... With Mike. For defending me and ..." My
voice trailed off as I looked down to my toes. "No one has done that for
me before."
Edward shook his head and took a step forward, leaning over the
opposite side of the island from me, on his elbows. "You should not feel
obligated to thank me, Bella. What Mike did was wrong. No one should
be able to treat any one the way he has, and it really upsets me that
he has gotten away with it for so long. Women, especially one in
particular that I care for, should never be subjected like that. He will
have to learn that it's not going to be accepted..."
Edward thought for a moment, shaking his head. "And now he has
introduced me into this mixture. Do you realize this? I cannot walk
away and allow him to think this is okay. Bella, this is nonsense. It
makes me wonder what type of role models he acquires throughout his
life? What kind of parents he has that allows that type of behavior to
exist with their son?
"And," he continued. "The fact that no one has bothered to defend you
in the past... Well Bella, I hope you're not used to it, because that will
not happen any longer. Not while I am here. I'll protect you, I promise. I
will make it a point to stand up for you and make sure no one hurts
you... Ever again."
I smiled at him, not knowing how to say thank you this time around.
What can you say to someone who has just dedicated their life for your
well-being?
He returned it, as if he understood my expression. "May I ask you
something?"
I nodded.
"Was this the only predicament between Mike and yourself? Could
there be anything else that could have sprung him to create such
animosity toward you?"
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Just that I was a witch and a whore and
incapable of being loved by someone, especially without them having
an alterior motive."
Edward shook his head, his eyes turning a shade darker. I could hear
him grinding his teeth while he thought. I could almost see smoke rings
coming through his ears.
"Are you okay?" I asked as I watched him curl his fingers into balls.
"He's an idiot, Bella. I'm trying to be civil about this because you've
had enough men cussing at you, but really... I want to rip his motherf
--" His voice cut off abruptly. He sighed, taking in a breath. "I want to
kill him."
"I'm sorry."
His voice paused as he walked around the counter and stood in front of
me, pulling me against his warm chest. "You are not in the wrong here,
Bella. You never were. You were dealt a bad hand at life and it's
difficult. Trust me, I understand why you are feeling the way you do,
and why you think you need to apologize for everyone else. But I am
here to tell you to stop, Bella. You do not have to fix anyone, and you
do not have to defend their actions."
I nodded, my body trembling.
His arms wrapped tighter around me, his hands warming me slightly
with their strokes on my back. "I will take care of you, Bella..." he
whispered in my ear. "I will. I promise you, I will do whatever it takes."
I pulled my face away from the steady beat of his heart, and looked
into his diamond eyes. "Thank you," I whispered. "I will try to do the
same for you."
"Bella, I love that you want to do that for me, but for once, just let
someone else take care of you first. Please?"
I nodded, sinking deeper into the magical spell he's created around
me.
We stared at each other, trying to figure out what the other was
thinking. It was very silent in the kitchen, only the sound of our
breathing hitching up. I slid my hand up his dark brown shirt and held
it over his heart. I felt the thumping beneath my palm, and closed my
eyes, pressing my forehead to his chin. I allowed myself to take in the
relaxation I felt from him. It didn't matter if there was an electric
current passing through us with every connection.
I was happy.
I bit the inside of my lip and fought back the feeling, knowing I
shouldn't be too eager or we could get hurt.
"What are you thinking?" Edward whispered after a few more
moments. "I am usually good at knowing what other people are
thinking, but with you, I find it very difficult."
I shrugged and reluctantly pulled away from him. "I'm not sure," I
replied. "Just... thinking in general. About how safe I feel here, mostly...
With you, I mean."
He held both my hands with his and moved away from the counter,
walking backward towards the staircase. "Come on," he said with a
smile. "I haven't shown you the rest of the house yet."
"This is the third bathroom, belonging to Alice and Jasper... and across
it is their room. Now...down here, at the end of the hall... this is Rosalie
and Emmett's room. I do not think Carlisle has really accepted that
they are sleeping together now, but he hasn't really brought it up yet.
Waiting for the best opportunity, I presume."
He turned around and led me down the long hall in the opposite
direction, to the red door at the very end of it. "This is Carlisle and
Esme's room. It's almost bigger than the downstairs."
He nodded, pulling me around the railing and up the third set of stairs.
"I have the top floor to myself."
Edward paused briefly in the doorway, then slowly opened the white
door. "Yeah, this is my room."
I looked around and took in the white walls and matching soft carpet.
He had a lot of windows surrounding the first two walls in a "L" shape,
the other two walls covered. A large bed took residence in the middle
of the room, with green and gold accents, matching his eyes. A large
collection of CD's surrounded his entertainment center, and a massive
surround sound system with two guitars leaning against it were on the
opposite wall.
They were elegant, and obviously very expensive. One was electric,
the other, acoustic.
The wooden one stunning. Dark in color with golden strings, and had
the initials "E.E.M" on them in gold and silver script.
The electric was pitch black in color, with a bright red engraving of a
matching guitar on the left end of it. It had a silver whammy bar and
similar ruby red strings.
He walked and picked the acoustic one up, then stood behind me. He
wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his chin to my
shoulder as he held the guitar out in front of me.
"Do you see this?" He asked, rubbing his fingers along the script.
"Yes."
"It was my mother's initials: Elizabeth Ellen Masen. This was her guitar.
It was passed down in her family from generation to generation. My
mama, she was an incredible guitar player. It was one of the only
things that made her happy, as it was her true passion in life. I would
sit in the middle of the dining room floor and my mama would turn on
a single light above her, making it appear as if she had a spotlight on
her. She'd play for me for hours... these soft, intricate melodies that
warmed my heart. It never got old. She looked like an angel when she
played."
"Yes. She said she was proud that her talent was passed through her
and on to me. She knew I loved to play just as much."
He flipped the guitar around to the back, and I lost my breath, my jaw
hitting the ground. There, covering the entire back of the guitar, was a
picture of Edward's mother, sketched in complete detail.
Edward smiled, his fingers following mine along the indention of her
long curly hair. "This picture was my favorite of her. I took it
everywhere, even before she was gone... In the complete image, she
held this very guitar, sitting on stage at the Grand Ol Opry. She was
the only unsigned artist to be able to take the stage during a televised
performance. She was eighteen years old, and I was two. After the
concert, she came running behind the stage toward me, threw her
arms around my body, and asked me to listen as the audience cheered
loudly for her. When I had asked why, she explained that she wrote the
song for me. A plan for my future, if you will. She said she only wanted
me to smile and be proud of her, and to allow myself to be proud of
who I could someday become. She wanted me to only accept what I
could do for myself... She was very intelligent...
"When she passed," he continued, "I lost the picture. I felt shattered. I
completely broke down. It was as if I had lost my final memory of her,
one that I could look at and touch, to remind myself... to see her in that
shining moment, and know that I was there to share it with her....
"But," he went on, "On my last birthday, Emmett surprised me. He had
to search through millions of newspaper articles and clippings. It took
him three weeks to find a lead... He discovered a small article with a
tiny print about her performance, and hunted down the journalist.
Turns out, that journalist also had pictures from the event. Emmett
flew down there, lying to us about football camp, paid for the picture,
and etched it in the back of it. He said he never wanted to see me so
upset, and felt that if he drew it on this, which he knew I'd never lose,
then I would have it with me always."
"He is, truly. He's the best. Emmett's a big teddy bear, with a smart
mouth and the kindest soul. He's his own ying and yang..." He laughed.
"Regardless, I'm very thankful to have him in my life."
I nodded and exhaled deep, stretching my arms out in front of me. I
wondered to myself where to go from here. Did I go over to the bed?
Or would that look obvious?
Edward sat on his bed beside me and leaned over, pulling the fabric
from my pale fingers. "Well, do you remember how I explained to you
before that Esme and my mother were best friends? That I used to stay
here at the Cullen's every summer?"
"Yes."
"Well, I was one and a half years old when this started. I'd known them
since I was born, but did not start staying with them until then. I had
become confused at a young age, when I first started to call Carlisle
"Daddy" and Esme "Mama" without understanding. I was always
around them, you know? They took care of me. I didn't know much
better... Even when they'd try to correct me, I couldn't comprehend the
adjustment."
"Esme contacted my mother over this, and she advised them that if
they were comfortable with the name, then to allow it. She said it only
seemed fair for them to be considered my parents as well, since they
were taking care of me also. Of course, being as genuine and caring as
they are, Carlisle and Esme were thrilled with this. They explained
once to me that, since I had such a huge heart, I could share it with
more then one set of parents. They said they were the "lucky ones",
being able to share things with me and call me as their own."
"They are."
"Emmett, being a year older than I, thought that was stupid, so I had to
go alone. See, Carlisle and Esme had adopted Rosalie when she was
fourteen years old. She had been sexually abused by her father and
later by her first boyfriend. Emmett felt it was necessary to protect her
and take care of her. Anything that had to do without her involvement
-- such as baseball camp -- Emmett would categorize as "stupid" in
order to stay near her... This being so, I met Jasper at camp,
coincidentally, and at the time he was in and out of group homes. He
had lost his parents in a car crash when he was seven months old. A
drunk driver killed them."
"It is. It's strange how he ended up with the Cullen's as well. He had a
hard road before that though. He was too polite, extremely intelligent,
very well-spoken, and most foster parents couldn't accept a child who
was smarter than him. They abused him, mentally and physically.
Talked him down, convinced him that he was nothing. This mannerism
continued for years. That made him isolate himself for the most part,
and he hardly made any friends. Can you believe these parents
actually made him sleep outside on the porch? During winter, Jasper
became hypothermic and non-responsive. I am not sure how, but he
managed to crawl down the road to the neighbor's house, which were
willing enough to drop him off on the sidewalk of the hospital. Carlisle
turned out to be his doctor and demanded to know why he was in that
shape. Three weeks later, Carlisle became his father..."
I giggled, recollecting her episode with Mike. "So her and Jasper?"
"They met in school, when they were seven. She was his best friend
then -- his only friend, for that matter. It didn't bother them that she
had been popular or that he was considered an outcast, as many
students declared. She accepted him instantly, later stating they had a
"special connection". She knew what was going on with him, but was
kind enough to never told anyone, as Jasper requested. Eventually,
Alice helped him get into baseball again, and fabricated a phone call
from the "school" to his foster parents, stating he must stay after for a
few hours and help out. Of course, they were okay with this because
this would mean they didn't have to "look at him". So he'd play
baseball then and they never knew. When Jasper and the Cullen's
made arrangements, Jaspers only negotiation was that they would take
Alice as well or he wasn't complying. They happily took her in."
"At first, it was a little. Not because it was wrong, necessarily, but
because it felt awkward for me, as if she were somehow replacing her.
I was confused and heartbroken. The mere mention of the word
"mama" broke my heart. It took me a few weeks to understand that my
mom wouldn't be upset with me if I called Esme my mother, since she
was the one that recommended me to do so from the beginning...."
He shook his head, his eyes closing. "I could not even look at Esme for
a few weeks, because she reminded me so much of mine. Her large
eyes, her full lips, her curly hair... I'm glad to see those elements as
reminders now, but at the time, it was hard. Eventually, I forced myself
to talk with Esme about my feelings, and we both cried for hours
holding each other. I realized then that when she looked at me, she
had those same difficult reminders. So we worked together and prayed
for my mother to give us strength to understand and to tell us where to
go from here...
"One day, I woke up and went down the stairs, and I knew the air
somehow felt different... lighter, if you will. She felt it too. Esme met
me on the staircase and hugged me, and at the moment... We both
accepted our circumstance. She whispered in my ear that she felt we
were put in each other's paths for a reason, to help one another
through this. I agreed with her... and eventually, things fell into place.
She's heaven-sent, Esme. I truly believe that."
"Thank you, Bella," He whispered, his voice matching mine. "I have a
great support system here. Which is what I want to give to you."
I nodded, my hand trailing to the top of his knee. "I wish I could be that
strong."
"You can, Bella. I can help you, but you must allow me to. You must
trust me."
My eyes met his immediately. "You're the only person I trust in this
whole world."
"Then tell me about your family, Bella. Talk with me about it. It will
help, I can assure you."
I sighed, closing my eyes. I knew he'd be the only person I could talk to
about this and understand, but the uncomfortable feeling in my chest
and wrists were overwhelming. "I-I don't know."
"Trust, Angel."
I nodded, new comfort washing over me. It didn't heal the ache in my
chest, but it lightened it.
"You read the background check... You know what year it happened,
correct?" My voice was so light he had to lean over, placing his ear to
my lips just to hear it.
I inhaled deep, not sure if I was going to be able to get through this.
I nodded, sealing my eyes tighter. The words came tumbling out and I
couldn't stop.
"People found out about us, I don't know how. I don't know if someone
slipped up or what. But I woke up in the middle of the night, cold, in a
basement of an unknown burnt down building. It was really damp and
smelled awful, very musky. I could hardly see anything... I heard crying
and whispering and people crawling around. The only time I could see
was when a flashlight turned on for a split second, to see where certain
people or things were. Then it was back off.
"I heard echoes, all of them telling each other to shut up, that we
weren't hidden well enough... That we were going to get caught. I
didn't understand what was going on, all I knew is that they were after
my dad. No one told me anything. I was in my mom's arms and she
was rocking me, telling me that it was okay, I was just having a bad
dream."
"Shh Bella," I replayed her voice, rocking myself slightly. "It's just a
nightmare. You're going to wake up and this is all going to be over.
Don't fear now, baby. No fear, no fear..."
I swallowed hard.
"It was me, Charlie, my mom, his best friend Victor, and Victor's wife,
Jamee. I was in and out that night, I don't know how long. I woke up a
few hours later, I guess, and I heard people screaming in a distance
from above us. Chanting about murders and victims. Then I heard
Charlie and Victor arguing, and Charlie telling Victor that he would do it
if he couldn't. Then Victor shouted next, tell him that they had to swap,
how it was the "only way" they could do it. They were screaming
loudly, and fighting, and my mom had my ears covered so I couldn't
make anything out..."
My hands shook uncontrollably now, and Edward pulled them from my
legs and held them tight.
"S-So," I choked out. "The next thing I knew, I heard a scream... this
intensified wail-like scream. It was ear shattering and it came from
Jamee. My mom was shaking, crying for my father to hurry up. She was
screaming to him that he was strong enough, that she knew he would
make it. Her hands were trembling, but so tight against my ears, that I
thought my head was going to crush... Moments went by, and then I
heard my father's voice shaking and heard him slump to the ground in
the dark... The screams and shouts of people from above us were
getting louder, closer now. I knew they were going to find us.
I gripped my arms tighter. "I couldn't hear Victor at all, and I didn't
know if he was still there. Before I could react, my mom was being
ripped from my arms and my father was screaming really, really loud...
He-He was in pain. He was hurting. "Do it!" he shouted, his voice
echoing the walls. "Do it now or I can't do this! Victor, do it!" ...Victor
was shouting back, cursing to him. He was telling him, "Shut up! Shut
up!" and that he couldn't concentrate..."
"I... I heard my mother's body, um, s-struggling a few feet from where I
was, kind of like a fish would if it had been captured. She was
breathing really hard, and sobbing. But she wouldn't scream for me, for
anyone. I was frozen and I couldn't focus to move my body. I didn't
know what to do... I heard someone screaming for my father, and it
took me a moment to realize the loud voice was my own. Right then, I
was struck on the right side of my head, and I began to black out."
"After a long while, I'm not sure how long, my body became
unresponsive, and I knew I was dead. I was losing everything. I heard
echoes of voices and shouting around me, but couldn't speak, and
couldn't move. The flames were still too strong, but I didn't respond to
them like before. It was almost as if I accepted them, somehow... Like I
was numb, trapped only on the inside. That I... I-I was dead..."
"When, um, I-I finally woke up and realized I was alive, it'd been too
late. It was quieter now, the shouts above us passed in the mere
distance... It was a bit brighter, right when the sun was coming up. I
couldn't hardly focus on anything, and I remember feeling... different.
Like I was confused and extremely disoriented... It felt as if I didn't
belong in my own skin anymore. I searched around, my vision
seeming... off... I found my father first, he was curled up in a tight ball,
with his hands in his hair as he was rocking back and forth... He sat in
front of me. I looked around but Victor and Jamee weren't there. Then,
to my right in the distance, I noticed... I-I noticed an arm with a
bracelet that I recognized...
"I couldn't figure out how I got over there so fast, but it felt like I was
flying or something. I saw my mom, lifeless, surrounded in a huge,
dark red puddle of blood. There were marks on her neck and her eyes
were blank and... d-drained out. She didn't move. I started screaming,
begging my father to come over there and help me pick her up. But as
soon as I touched her body, something inside me snapped, and it made
me angry and just.. violent. The smell of her blood intensified,
surrounding me. I used to be nauseated at the pure thought of blood,
but that night... it was different. It made me thirsty, and I felt
disgusted with this discovery. Thunder crashed all around us and I felt
my father's hands wrap around my body. The next thing I knew, we
were on the opposite side of the room.
"So," Edward whispered, his arms overlapping mine. His voice had
been cracking and he was sniffling, but I didn't dare look up to him to
see if he was crying. "Your father didn't kill your mother, is that
correct?"
"Shhh, Bella, I know it's hard... I know it's hard, Angel... You are okay
now..."
"I know," I said. "I've been changed for 84 years, stuck inside the body
of a 17 year old girl. I can never grow old, never have kids. And
Charlie, he... He's been wonderful. A little paranoid and overprotective,
but that's because he loves me. He changed me out of fear of losing
me, of being alone. He was afraid that Victor would find me and kill me
as well. I don't know everything that happened those four nights we
were there, but I do know that Victor and Jamee ran away after. My
father vowed to never kill another human, and taught me the only way
I know to hunt: with animals. He... He became a cop to practice his
"abstinence" as he says. He also wanted to find Victor and Jamee, to
confront Victor for what he did. To punish him for taking his life away."
"I understand."
I unsteadily met his gaze, and noticed his eyelashes were damp.
My hand covered his chest and it felt that, somehow, the heaviness in
his chest matched mine.
I allowed Edward to hold and rock me for what seemed like hours. I
wasn't used to being held, but I knew I'd never pull away from him. He
soothed me, with his arms and whispers and reassurance that he was
going to protect me. He didn't seem to mind the time limit. We stayed
in that position, tangled up in each other, and he held me without any
hesitance.
Eventually, we heard his family enter the house, but no one seemed to
come up the stairs to let us know they were home. My car was in plain
sight, so I figured they didn't want to disturb us. They remained silent,
their voices in whispers that I could barely make them out.
Forever.
I felt his veins bounce as blood rushed around them, and his heart beat
in his chest, but it didn't affect me with thirst. It felt serene and it
calmed me, like the unique, soothing sound of the ocean after a long
work day.
He threw the covers over our bodies, his mouth trailing soft kisses on
my hair as he adjusted his body.
I nestled against him and raised my head to find his eyes again.
As soon as our eyes met, I once again became mute and breathless.
I realized that it was okay to be Bella, no matter who she was on the
outside.
Edward pulled a few inches away, and his lips parted as he gripped my
face in his warm hands. He looked deep into my eyes, as if he were
studying them somehow, but his own remained calm. They weren't
squinty or confused, but more intrigued and passionate.
I smiled and inhaled deeply, my hands sliding up and covering his. "I
do," I whispered again, my words spoken slowly. "I'm not ashamed to
tell you. I'm not afraid anymore. You've reassured me that I have
nothing to be scared of..."
I sighed, my hands caressing over him. "...I hope you understand what
I am trying to say, because I've never been the best at explaining
things... but... I think that, as each star shined brighter, it was for
another year you lived, and another year you grew... Seventeen years
later, with the same sky that was once meek and bland has now
become a miraculous image of beauty... Some sort of... moment of
clarity for me. It's as if the stars aligned, and guided me straight to
here, to this moment..."
I pointed over his shoulder toward the window, and we took in the view
of the stars.
"I love you, Edward, and only you. I believe now that I have always
been meant to love you."
A few seconds passed. But my nerves didn't kick back in, because I
knew what I was saying was true.
Edward leaned forward, his lips kissing my nose and rubbing on it from
side to side. He pulled away slowly and placed his forehead to mine as
his thumbs created soft strokes on my cheek bones.
His eyes, diamond and green, stayed on mine as he smiled slightly. His
voice was calm when he whispered the words I longed to hear returned
to me: "...I love you as well, Bella. This is undeniable."
I smiled at Edward as my hands on his face mirrored his to mine. I
stroked under his eyes, along his cheeks, down to his bottom lip. I
realized I was sounding mushy, but I couldn't help it. I had to get it out.
"It's as if we were destined... I know you're young still and human, and
I can accept it if you're feelings change, but this feels right..." I
continued to whisper. "As if, every thing that I have gone through, all
the hard times when I wanted to curl up in a ball and wither away... I
think those significant moments led me to you."
"I feel entirely the same way," He whispered back. "I will not change
my mind Angel, don't ever think that way. I will not budge. My feelings
for you are never going to change, Bella. "
I thought about all the hard times in my life, and how one moment with
Edward made it all better. How I didn't deserve him in my life, but was
thankful he was here with me. How I'd never be able to make it
through without him now. I had a feeling that he was thinking some of
the same things about his own life.
We were one, body and soul, and it no longer mattered what anyone
else could try to do or say about it. Nothing could change us now, and
nothing could take us back.
---
I was unable to hear their heart beats or their footprints climb the
steps to their own rooms. I could barely hear any commotion at all.
I watched the clock as it passed the time, and studied Edward's eyes
as they became heavier.
I tried to tell him it was okay to fall asleep, and that I would promise to
be here when he woke up.
I made my mind up that Charlie would have to get over it, that I'd lie to
him and tell him I had an emergency temptation at school and needed
to go away to hunt, that it couldn't wait... I'm sure he'd believe it,
being that it was Charlie and hated confrontation.
Edward tried his hardest not to give in to his body telling him he
needed the rest. He was stubborn. He held on to my body tighter,
nuzzling his face to me and inhaling deeply. We whispered silly
nothings to each other from time to time, but mostly just held on for
life.
Edward began to doze off. I could feel his heart settle down as his eyes
began to flutter. His breathing lightened to a soft whisper and his lips
slowly parted as seconds flew by. His body became still and relaxed, as
if he were floating above it -- like the angel that he was.
He laid still for a very long time, not moving or turning like they did in
movies.
My eyes popped open to find Edward laying on his side next to me, his
head over his right arm.
"Hello," he whispered.
"Hi."
"Good."
I ran my fingers through his hair, and scratched the back of his head
lightly. "What were you dreaming about?"
"You, of course."
"Yes, but not good enough. No dream could ever take the place of the
real thing."
"...Thank you."
We were both trembling now, not nervous, but merely anxious. Edward
planted most of his weight on his right elbow, his other hand gently on
my face.
I bit my lip and smiled at him, my hands back up to tangle in his hair. I
tugged and scratched, enjoying the feeling of his fine locks between
my fingers.
Edward closed his eyes for a moment, his breath cutting short. "You're
distracting me," He whispered.
"Okay."
I shut my eyes for a brief second to relax, and then opened them again
to find his lips an inch from mine... One. Single. Inch.
I felt his delicious warm breath across my lips and his nose graze mine.
We laid still, my lips quivering a bit, his a fraction from mine now.
I felt his heart pounding above me, the noise echoing through my ears.
Thud-Thud-THUD-THUD!!!
I listened as he inhaled through his nose, his chest rising against mine
then pulling away.
Edward's sweet lips merely grazed mine, and smirk crossed over them.
"I know you are," he confirmed.
I felt his body begin to move again, and knew that this was it: It was
our defining moment.
I felt his bottom lip slide in a familiar way, back between mine, and his
top gliding above mine gently. They were warm and damp and perfect
as I knew they would be. I pressed mine to his gently, and he
accepted, his mouth moving with mine in perfect harmony.
We were very slow at first, adjusting to the way each other moved,
melting into the other's lips. I tilted my head slowly to the right,
allowing him more access.
But once our lips blended together more evenly, and I felt the hotness
of his breath as our mouths opened wider, something inside me
snapped a little. My breathing hitched and my lower body became
paralyzed for a second, then it snapped back into place like someone
pulling a rubber band too far back and then releasing it.
My fingers wound through his hair and pulled his face to mine, my lips
crushing hard against his. I felt his arms collapse around me.
I met his with my own, following it and winding around into small
circles throughout my mouth.
His lips trailed slowly from mine as he gathered some air for his lungs
-- which I forgot to think about -- and he slid them along my jaw line,
causing my body to shake uncontrollably. He continued his path to my
left earlobe, lingering there for a moment as his hot air inside my ear
caused my lower body to push toward him.
Before I could throw my legs around him, Edward paralyzed me, sliding
his tongue between my lips again as he whispered my name...
"...Sweet Bella..."
He continued to seduce me, his hands trailing along my sides with the
same amount of excitement as his kisses, which mixed between
romantic and more passionate. I felt my fingers gripping for the back of
his shirt, and I hesitated as I thought about whether or not I should pull
it up. I wanted to, God did I want to, but was it right? Was it too soon?
What if it was too much?
Suddenly and smoothly, I felt Edward's lips slow down, his heart rate
matching, and now we were kissing more romantic than any movie I
had ever seen in my entire life.
Slow.
Delicate.
Fulfilling.
We kissed like this for about an hour straight, only stopping to look at
each other for a few moments so he could catch his breath. But each
time his lips found mine again, and every time our tongues connected,
it sent a new wave of pleasure and excitement through me.
We didn't stop until almost 5:30am, and by that time, I felt a slight
henge of guilt as I didn't allow him to sleep. We were side by side
again, our noses grazing each others, giving light pecks and smiles.
Edward shook his head, his thumb across my lip again. "What did I say
about apologizing, Bella."
His fingers covered my lips. "No but's. What would you have to
apologize for? Kissing you're all-too-willing boyfriend?"
"I'll survive. Happily. In fact, I think I could die in this moment and have
no regrets."
We laid silent for a few more minutes, until the clock showed 5:55.
Edward slowly pulled himself off the bed, his back making a slight
crack as he laughed and walked around.
"And think of it this way," he mused. "Since I'm suspended and we're
not telling anyone but Alice, maybe you could show me what type of
powers you have?... You know, besides making it storm..."
I found myself playing with the Cullen's brown and white boxer, Jetson,
while Emmett and Edward were upstairs talking. Edward made a point
to be three stories up and across the house from me so I couldn't hear
them whispering that well. Alice joined me on the living room floor, and
Rosalie sat on the couch, admiring her new outfit on me. She first
attempted to dress me in tight jeans, a blue blazer jacket with a white
long shirt under it, and heels. But after I confessed to them (behind
Edward's back) that we weren't going to school today, she caved in
and allowed me to wear a cute pair of dark denim jeans, two multi-
colored tanks, and black flats, which I finally accepted. After begging
non-stop for ten minutes, Alice fixed my hair into skinny waves, and let
it flow down. By the time we were actually in the living room, I was in
clothes I've never attempted to wear before, my hair fixed with an
actual curling iron, and much more makeup then I'd ever attempted to
torture myself with in a lifetime. However, admitting only to myself, I
actually looked... Hot.
After twenty minutes of Edward bribing Emmett with God knows what
to let us borrow his newly arrived custom Jeep from him, they emerged
in the room with us. Edward looked incredible, wearing a dark blue
button down shirt, fitting jeans, and matching shoes. His hair was his
normal messy delight, and the side smile he wore made my body
tremble in all the wrong -- yet right -- places. My breath caught in my
throat as he walked in to sit next to me on the floor, and I found myself
unable to look him in the eye. I bit the inside of my lip nervously and
shied away, trying to remember how to breathe. I was glad I was the
only one who could make out my hyperventilation, but I couldn't help
but notice both Alice and Rosalie smirking in my direction, obviously
realizing something was off with me.
I smiled and pulled Jetson closer to me, hugging the dog tight. It
amazed me how Jetson didn't fear me. Maybe because I wasn't a threat
to him, since my thirst wasn't for him. He just looked up at me with his
blinking big brown eyes and sloppy smile, his tongue bouncing up and
down as I shook his paw.
"I know!" Alice shouted. "You guys should have told me last night. I
would have put on my famous Esme voice and got us all excused."
I glanced over to the left with my eyes, to find Emmett and Rosalie
cuddling on the couch, he whispering in her ear. She just giggled and
bit her thumbnail.
My breath continued to come out tight, and I glanced back down to the
ground. Jetson was raising his paw and tapping my leg with it, begging
me to shake again. I giggled and shook his hand, and petted the top of
his head with my other. "You're such a cute pup."
"He likes you," Rosalie chimed in. "He usually doesn't warm up to
people this fast. Must be your charm, Bella."
I smirked. "Maybe."
I nodded and forced myself to look at his face -- not his eyes though --
and smile. "I'm fine," I stated bluntly. "Just... anxious, for some reason."
Edward leaned in and rested his chin on my right shoulder, his arm
hooking around my waist. "Me too," he whispered back.
I felt my body slowly settle down as his warm embrace soaked into me,
and before a whole minute passed, I was calm. So strange, the
different affects he had on my body.
Rosalie laughed and pushed Emmett to the side. "Come on, we're
gonna be late."
Edward and I waved goodbye to them and called Jetson back over to us
as they walked out the house. Now, as their car drove down the drive, I
realized it was just us.
After a lingering moment of silence, Edward piped up. "Are you sure
you are all right, Bella? You seem... frazzled."
I nodded, finding his eyes for the first time today. "Yeah, I'm just... not
used to feeling this way. So.. vulnerable, and happy. It's weird."
He chuckled and pulled me closer to him. "I know. I feel it too. You
should have seen me in the shower this morning."
"What were you doing in the shower?" I guiltily mused, only imagining
the wrong things.
He shook his head, his smile growing larger. "No, I was feeling very
anxious, and I kept dropping things and slipping up. It took me a long
time to... you know, ...get done."
Edward's laugh joined mine as he laid back on the carpet, throwing his
right arm behind his head as his left hand continued to touch the small
of my back. He pushed Jetson's face away, as the dog was trying to
take advantage of his head on the floor by licking him all over. "My
gosh, where is your mind?"
My body shook so hard from my laughing, and I realized I hadn't
laughed like that in decades. "I am sorry, I don't know! I can't help it
though!"
I covered my face with my hands and shook my head. "You don't want
to know. It wasn't cleansing your body, that's for certain."
"Humor me."
He shook his head. "You're not drawing a picture here for me."
Edward sat back up and scooted over to me again. "Okay. I won't pick
on you anymore."
I exhaled. "Thanks."
As soon as I glanced at his face, and found him licking his lips, I lost it.
My body relaxed as my laugh bellowed out, and before I knew it, I was
on my laying on my side on the ground, curled up into a ball. My ribs
were sore from the rocks and shakes of my body. "Wasn't in the
mood?" I joked..
Edward climbed over to me on his knees and he threw one arm over
my body, to where he was holding himself above me. I slowly rolled
over on my back, evil smile plastered to my face, and my hands found
his forearms. It amazed me how comfortable I felt around him. How I
could joke with him about sex and life and stuff. How safe I felt under
his body.
"No," he whispered as his tongue danced along his bottom lip. "I'm
always... in the mood, I just..." Edward pursed his lips together,
thinking about whether or not he should tell me what he was truly
thinking. "See, I knew you were in the house and was afraid you could
hear me somehow."
That did it, the final straw.
My laugh echoed around the house as my hands found the back of his
hair. "I'm sorry. It's just.. You're so funny!"
His warm body rocked above mine as he let himself press against me.
"I'm glad to be at your service."
His steady heart beat pushed against my stomach, and his warm
hands slid along my ribs in light patterns. He rested his ear above my
heart, and his body centered between my legs. I listened to his heavy
breathing, as my own breath became lighter and shallower.
"No it's not... There's something different to this. See, without the
beating, I can hear other things, such as your lungs when you inhale.
It's miraculous."
I smiled. "Why do you have to be so sincere? Why can't you just run
away from me?"
Edward's head lifted so he could rest his chin on me. "Now, what fun
would that be for us? We'd both be miserable."
He ran into a different room on the floor beneath us. After about fourty
five seconds, he emerged with a pricy authentic cowboy hat. He stood
in the doorway and gave me a cute model-like silly pose. He looked
sexy in it, I had to admit.
He put on his jacket and shoved his hands in his pocket. "I think I can
handle it."
"Are you sure? Because I'm going to be... tossing you around a bit."
He smirked. "I'm not afraid of you, Bella. You've never terrified me."
Before he could respond, I flew across the room to him, and grabbed
his hand. The cowboy hat flew off his head, and I heard his breath suck
in as I yanked him out of the windows and to the ground, making sure
he landed on the balls of his feet softly beside me, three stories down.
I wrapped my arm around his waist as we ran toward the lake, and
gripped him tighter, launching both our bodies across the moving
water, toward the trees. He shouted excitedly when we met the large
tree trunk.
"Okay," I started, my words excitedly tumbling out. "This is what is
going to happen: I'm going to hold your hand and pull you with me. I
won't let you fall or get hurt. Do you trust me?"
And with that, I dug my nails in my right hand into the bark and
gripped his hand with my left. Keeping my balance on my right side, I
pulled him with me and climbed up the tree, to the very top. His face
was priceless and he was speechless, as I expected.
Edward remained mute as his eyes grew wider and a smile stuck to his
lips.
When we got to the top of that tree, he exhaled loudly. "This is...
absolutely incredible, Bella. I am at a loss for words. Do you do this
often?"
He turned to take in the whole view, his hands continuing to hold mine
for support. His face held beauty as he took in the scenery of the forest
and the lake. I convinced him to relax as we travled around the
branches, talking about things such as the hills in the distance or the
animals below us.
Then, after a few moments, his eyes settled on mine. I held onto him
tight as I leaned against the tree with my back, and tilted my head to
the side.
Edward shook his head and slowly walked to me, pinning me against
the tree.
Edward inhaled deep, taking in the whole view again before resting his
eyes before mine once more. Then he shook his head. "I'm in love with
you, Bella. I could never be too good to you."
I closed my eyes and exhaled. "Maybe you're just too good for me
then. Regardless if I feel the same way for you, I know I don't deserve
you. I mean, look at all of this. Look at our differences. I'm a freak,
Edward."
"I don't want to hear stuff like this from you, Bella. Please stop
addressing yourself this way. This isn't fair to me. If anything, our roles
would be reversed, making you too good for me. I've accepted it as our
fate, because here we are. You are here with me, because you want to
be here with me. And I to you. So can you just... Bella, can you please
stop doing this to yourself?"
"Good."
I smiled, and wrapped my arms slowly around his waist, pulling him
against me. "Are you sure?"
He nodded.
I smiled and stepped to the side, off the branch. As we were falling to
the ground, he couldn't help but shut his eyes and press his face into
the side of mine. We landed softly, but as he pushed tighter to me with
a reaction of shock, I fell backward, him landing on me in the leaves.
We laughed for a few moments as he rolled off, onto his back.
"Oops," he chuckled. "Wasn't expecting that."
"I know."
---
It felt incredible.
We took in the texture of each other's skin, the heat to the cold, and
the soft to the normal. At first, we were delicate with each other,
admiring the difference in shade and whatnot. Then I joked around and
asked him if he could try to warm me up, since he mentioned to me he
didn't like that I always felt cold, only because he couldn't do anything
about it.
I nodded.
I giggled. "Yes."
"Ooookay." His hands slowly began to slide up and down my palms. I
giggled as I joined him. He muttered something like "wax on, wax off"
under his breath, his movement increasing. After a few moments of
laughing and pushing on each other's hands, Edward's hands dropped.
"But then why did y-" My voice was cut off as he climbed to his knees
in front of me. I arched my brows, confused. "Are you alright?"
"How?"
He smiled his angel smile, leaning closer to me. His face was inches
from mine and I found myself laying backward, into the soft grass. I
exhaled deep as he climbed above me, his hands trembling slightly, his
mouth open a hint. "Do you trust me?" He asked.
I nodded.
My hands slid up the sides of his arms as he lowered his face to mine,
pressing his lips gently. I shivered beneath him, as the contact
engulfed me. My thoughts began to both run wild and then stop all
together.
It continued to astonish me, how perfect his lips formed around mine,
like they were meant to be there.
Before I could think about it, I found my lips molding against his, going
along with his motions.
Needing them.
I felt so lost in the taste of him, as if it were the most delicious thing in
this world.
He exhaled as he relaxed his body, only holding himself up on his
elbows now. His heart steadily thudded against me, and as I raised my
head from the ground to meet him with more force, the beating
increased. I discovered I liked this feeling, and slowly opened my
mouth to him.
His warm breath surrounded me and when his sweet tongue entered,
his heart began to beat out of control. I gasped, kissing him hard, my
fingers tangling into his hair. He slid his weight above me a few inches,
his jeans grinding into me without interference, and his fingers wound
into the curls at the end of my hair.
He sucked in my bottom lip between his lips, and my body arched off
of the ground.
For him.
For me.
"Don't worry about me," he mumbled, burying his face into my neck. "I
trust you, Bella."
His lips pressed into my neck as he shoved his body against me with
more force, causing the heat to explode inside my body. His tender
hand slid up the right side of my shirt, along my ribs, creating a blaze
of heat against my cold skin.
His sweet tongue trailed along my neck from my ear to the base.
Edward sat on his knees, his hands and mouth open, shock and
dumbfounded expressions written all over his face, which was flushed
red a bit.
I looked away, shaking my head from the evil thoughts that were
crossing my mind.
I took a few steps back, sliding down to the ground, covering my head.
All I could think about was the hard thudding of his heart, and all my
eyes could focus on was the bouncing of the vein in his neck.
"Bella!" Edward crawled on his knees toward me, but only a few feet.
"Bella? I can't see you, are you all right?"
"O-Okay."
A good ten minutes passed by us now as we remained frozen in our
places. I tried to think about all the reasons I loved him, and how much
he has saved me from my misery all ready. I had gotten so far with him
in the past, and I used to never be able focus on him like this before.
Distract myself.
But I knew he'd never find his way home from here, since I pulled him
so deep into the forest.
"Bella?" Edward's voice was a faint whisper. "Are you angry with me? I
am so very sorry, I didn't think."
After a few more minutes, I haggardly walked back into his eye sight,
but stopped at the edge of the opening. "I can't lose control like this
with you, Edward. It isn't safe for you."
I felt my fingers curl into tight fists as a tiny splash of anger hit me.
"It's not up to you to do better, Edward. This is me. This is my fault.
This is my thirst that I need to control."
He nodded again as his voice came light and too soft. "Okay. I will help
you then. What can I do to make this easier for you?"
"We need to get you home. I have to get away from here for a few
hours."
"It is." I wasn't about to take any more chances with him today, in both
our fragile states.
Edward opened the door to the house for me, but I shook my head. "I
need to go."
"Yes. We are." he continued. His voice was very calm and certain, as if
he could stake his entire life on it -- or worse -- that he was willing to
stake his life on it. Right now.
"You think you're so different from me, Bella, and you are not. You are
incapable of knowing what I think about when we're together. You
don't know, you cannot read minds. You have no fucking idea what it is
like for me, being so little in comparison to all the great things you can
do, that you surround yourself with. You have no clue what it is like for
me to be able to look you in the eyes, feeling so small and irrelevant. I
spend most of my time trying to figure out why in the hell you would
want someone like me in your life?..."
Edward's voice trailed off for a few moments, but he gained control of
himself quickly, as more anger bursted out of him.
He shook his head, slamming the side of his fist into the door frame.
"You know what, Bella? It would make more sense to me if you would
just end my life. Then I'd feel that I had some kind of purpose for
existing, for being able to be here on this earth for you."
"Yes, it is! It's just like you said the other night: We were placed on this
earth to be with each other, it's the only way. Yet, it seems to me that
no matter what else I try to do for you, no matter how hard I try to
convince you that I don't care about what you are or how badly you
want to rip me apart, it doesn't seem to sink into your beautiful,
stubborn head. I canont figure out how else to tell you that I TRUST
YOU."
I couldn't speak.
Edward shook his head, his voice shaking. "Apparently, you don't feel
the same way about me. So just do it."
"Do it, Bella. Come on! Can we just get it over with?"
I shook my head fiercely. "What in the hell are you talking about?"
His eyes burned into mine with the strength of a thousand fiery suns.
"DO IT!"
"Yes you DO, Bella. You know exactly what I am talking about. If THIS
--" His voice cut off sharp as he thrusted his index finger to his vein on
his neck, "--is more important to you the what we have for each other,
than the dedicated love I have for you-"
I watched as tears welled up in his eyes and the pain and ache that
drained across his lips.
At that moment, I realized what the expression was that covered his
face: It wasn't anger at all.
"Please, Bella, just do it." His voice was a faint whisper as he wiped the
fallen tear away from his lip with the back of his hand.
He took an unsteady step toward me, inches from me now. "...I love
you that much."
"...I love you...." Edward continued to whisper, and I realized that this
was the not only the first person that I saw cry since the day my
mother held me in her arms, but this was the first person I saw cry
because of me. Because they loved me.
"Please? Please, Bella. You can have me, in any way you choose."
"I love you," he whispered in reminder again. "I've only loved you."
"I-I can't."
He shook his head as he wiped his eyes. "I won't fight you."
"No," my voice was so weak as my body felt more heavy. "I can't."
Like tears.
I no longer thirsted for him, couldn't even fathom the idea of taking his
life now.
I shook my head, unable to look up. "I- um, It made all...a-all" My throat
closed up for a second I tugged on it with my fingers. "...it made all the
difference in the world to me. I needed to see it."
He shook his head, his hands finding my wrist. "Don't be. If this is what
you want, there is no need for you to apologi-"
"Yes there is. It's not what I want at all. I want you. I need you. I love
you, Edward."
His eyes found mine now, and I felt certain of my final decision. "I love
you, Edward, and I will never react like this again. Ever."
I pressed my hand to his warm chest and felt calm as soon as the
pound hit my palm. "Because I cannot imagine one second in this
world without you, now that I have you with me. I cannot imagine this
feeling, this thudding... gone, knowing I caused it so selfishly. I-I have
this unsteady and painful ache in my chest, and I know it belongs
there, because it's telling me how badly I do love you and how much I
need you in my life."
I could tell he was still uncertain if he could trust my decision. "But I
sw-"
"No." I covered his lips with my hand as I buried my face in his warm
chest. I closed my eyes and inhaled his familiar, sweet scent. "You are
my life, Edward. Without you, I don't exist."
His shaky hands slid down to the small of my back. "Are you sure,
Bella? Is this what you really want, from now on?"
I nodded, taking in more of his scent. "More than anything. I've never
been more certain in my life."
"Okay."
We didn't care that the front door to the house was open, or that we
were standing on a slanted sidewalk.
We didn't care as the rain began to pour heavily around us, more
strongly now with the wind.
The ache in my chest grew heavier as the desire to cry against his
chest became fiercer. Edward could sense something was wrong with
me as he stiffened his pose. He pulled my face away from his chest,
and as soon as rain washed over my face, he lifted his warm hands and
wiped the small drops from underneath my eyes, as if they were my
own tears.
He knew.
"I-I'm so s-sorry."
"Me too."
He carried me up the set of stairs to his room, and sat on the edge of
his bed, me still on his lap. I couldn't let go of him, didn't want to.
My hair dripped around the covers and our soaked clothes stuck to
each others as we pressed tighter with our embrace.
Edward's voice was so reassuring, so calm and light. "I love you, Bella.
I'll do anything for you."
I nodded.
"Yes."
His warm hands found my face and slowly pulled it away from his
body.
He smiled and pulled it to his own, pressing his forehead to mine. "Yes.
I promise."
I closed my eyes as my thumbs stroked his cheek bones. "I don't ever
want to leave you."
We both closed our eyes as we exhaled, and then we hugged again for
the longest time.
I didn't care about what Charlie would think about me falling in love
with a human. He'd get over it.
I didn't care about anything else in this whole world besides the angel
that held me close.
I hadn't been home in almost two whole days, and there was no excuse
I could give that would dig me out of the hole I've created for myself.
Of course I don't regret one second of it, but I also knew that Charlie
had an angry streak when it came to his daughter, so it'd be best if I
didn't keep him waiting longer.
Reluctantly, I held my breath and turned the door handle. I knew he'd
be sitting at the kitchen table, where he liked to inspect and work on
his gun collection. I didn't even get inside the house before I heard him
clear his throat.
"Where have you been, Bella?" His voice was steady but deep. Scary in
a way, like a Father who is holding himself back from scolding his
daughter for lying to him. Great.
I swallowed hard. "I went hunting. I had a close call in class the other
day, and I knew it'd be best if I got out of there and had some fresh air,
pulled my thoughts together." I walked slowly in the kitchen, but he
didn't look up at me.
"Did you think it was something you might want to inform me of before
you went?"
"I felt it was best to leave immediately, and that you'd understand."
Charlie looked up and squared his eyes at me. "Yes. Perhaps. If the
need was urgent."
"Don't you ever, ever scare me like that, ever again, Bella! Do you
understand me! This was ridiculous, I was worried about you every
second that you were away! Wondering what could have happened, if
you slipped up and hurt yourself or someone else! You have no idea
what I've been through!"
"I'm sorry."
"I know, Dad. Nothing is going to happen to me, though. You know
that."
He shook his head. "I don't know that, Bella. That's just it. I can't follow
you around and make sure you're doing what you need to be doing,
and following the steady ground rules we've set to keep us here. So
when I'm not around, you have to make the decisions for yourself. If
what was best for you was to get away from temptation, then I would
understand, but you could have easily found some way to let me know.
Leave a note or something."
Charlie and I sat and talked for awhile. He told me how Jim Danielson
from the County Police was bossing his team around, and really
starting to piss him off. Apparently the murders in the surrounding
areas are edging closer, causing everyone stress at the department.
Charlie joked about how easily it'd be to trap Jim in a corner
somewhere just to scare him and get him to shut up, which was quite
amusing to listen to.
Then we hunted together and I lied to him about me hanging out with
Angela after school those few weeks before the accident, and that was
why I hadn't been home as much. Charlie didn't necessarily approve of
my friendship with Angela, but understood how lonely I was, so he
accepted it after awhile. Angela has been a friend for a few years now,
so he's pretty much gotten over the concern of my thirst.
After all, it wasn't like I ever drank human blood before. So it'd made
things easier for Charlie to accept -- or live with, necessarily.
----
I didn't like lying to him. It didn't feel good to know that I was keeping
secrets from him.
I knew that once you lied, you'd have to keep lying in order to cover
your tracks, and usually, I'm not very good at that. I'm surprised I got
away with it this time...
I waited until Charlie was in his bedroom, filling out paperwork for his
job. He called it "sleep time" so he wouldn't be disturbed. He never left
the room, and he never asked for me. I knew I was in the clear.
Feeling anxious, I crept down the stairs, and through the kitchen,
wondering if he woke up and wanted a snack. He told me a few weeks
back that he normally couldn't sleep on an empty stomach. I thought
it'd be cute to find him sitting at the counter eating some kind of
disgusting cereal and looking half asleep with hair messy. But there
was no Edward.
After a few bathroom checks, I finally found him curled up on the couch
asleep in the living room with his hand dangling over with the remote
slipping out of his hand. There was an infomercial about some sort of
super glue playing quietly from the television. Jetson was curled up at
his feet, laying on his back with his four paws up in the air. Edward
looked so peaceful there.
I smiled as I walked over there and sat on the coffee table in front of
him. His mouth was slightly parted and his eyelashes fluttered while he
dreamt. My hand, having a mind of it's own, ran across his warm
forehead and through his hair, smoothing it back. He inhaled deep and
a small smile began to form on his lips, but then he relaxed and his
smile drifted away as he fell back into his sleep.
I bit my lip, wishing I could somehow crawl in his mind and see what he
was seeing... wondering what kind of magical land he could be living in
at the moment... I couldn't remember what it was like to dream
anymore, it'd been so long ago. But I did know that there was nothing
like it, and I hated being woken up in the mornings. I remembered how
my mother always joked around and flopped pillows down on me to
wake me, but it rarely worked. I could sleep like a log.
Before I knew it, almost three hours had passed and Esme was waking
up. Carefully and quietly, I snuck upstairs to Edward's bedroom and hid
on the opposite side of his bed, listening to the rest of the Cullen's
waking up and starting their day.
I heard Emmett teasing Rosalie while he was taking a shower, shouting
stuff like "Go, Ra, Shishck boom ba! I'm a cheerleader, just like Rose!"
and then he'd yell because she'd run in giggling and flush the toilet.
I heard Carlisle kiss Esme on the cheek as they walked down stairs
together. A few moments later, I heard sizzling coming from the
kitchen, and Carlisle asking how Esme wanted her eggs. She chose
sunnyside up.
After about fifteen minutes, I heard Edward scream "Ow!" but when I
jumped up, I heard Emmett snickering and telling him, "Get up. Jasper
wants you upstairs, you fag."
"Fuck off."
"Sure you were. Edward, you might want to start getting ready, it's six-
seventeen. Emmett, you and I are going to talk after school, so don't
make any plans, alright?"
"Sure, Dad."
I bit my lip.
I heard Jasper close the bedroom door before continuing. "So what's
the deal with you and Bella?"
"Shut up, Emmett!" Jasper and Edward were in unison on that one,
causing me to laugh to myself.
"What? We all want to know, so don't try to deny it, choir boy."
"I wouldn't come right out and ask him like that though. Maybe it's
private?"
Edward sighed and cleared his throat. "I'm not fucking her. We're
together though. I'm in love with her."
"Do you know her all that well? I mean, in order to make such a large
announcement like that?"
Great, well that'd explain the look Jasper was giving me the other day.
He was concerned for Edward. That maybe I wasn't good enough, like I
didn't know that already.
"And you're not fucking her yet? Do you not know how to use it or
something?"
"You know what Em?" Edward said. "It's not all about sex."
"Yeah she's got all the equipment," Emmett replied, "But she don't
know how to put it together, if you ask me. I mean, she's got sex kitten
written all over her tiny little curvacious body, but she doesn't spice
that up at all. It's like she has no confidence."
"No. She's a virgin too. It's obvious she ain't had it stuck to her yet."
"Maybe you could help her with that?" Jasper said, making me swallow
hard. "Like... you know, show her how beautiful you think she is."
I heard Jasper and Edward punch Emmett, causing him to shout, "Ow!
Fucking dickweed douchebags!"
"I do tell her," Edward said. "but I wonder if it's not enough. I am
working on helping her, but sometimes, it can be difficult. I mean, I
think I've broken down some of her walls, proving to her how beautiful
she is, and how much her worth is... but she always apologizes for
every little thing, and she can hardly look at me in the eyes at times.
It's as if she's afraid of me, and that makes no sense to me. Especially
if you knew how our situation was."
"Edward," Emmett chimed again, obviously not learning his lesson yet.
"I know you want to fuck her. Don't lie to us. I see how you look at her
and lick your lips when she's not paying attention to you."
"No I don't."
"Yes you do!" Jasper replied. "You look at her sometimes like she's
something you'd order on a breakfast menu."
Emmett laughed. "Thank you! Now he finally finds honesty! See,
Edward? We've all seen it."
"It's not about sex though, honestly. I want to be with her forever. I
would give my life for in a heartbeat, with no questions asked."
"Yeah, tell her you want to order her name off the breakfast menu."
Emmett snickered.
Emmett and Jasper shouted as their footsteps jogged around the room.
"I knew it!" Emmett shouted. "You want her, you little horny bastard!
Look Jazzhat, he's blushing!"
"So what?" Edward shouted in defense. "Not that any of this shit is
your business, but it doesn't matter because she's not ready and it's
no big deal."
"Look, Edward," Jasper said. "If you want to be with her for the long
run, and you say you're in love with her, then don't you think Bella
deserves to know how you feel about her, and your guys's
relationship? Don't you think she deserves to know if you're ready for
the next step?"
Edward's door swung open and slammed shut behind him, and he
stormed through his room and into the bathroom. His scent was
everywhere, giving me the same affect a newborn baby gives to his
mother. I wanted to just sniff and sniff until there was nothing left to
inhale.
Common sense slammed me in the face when I heard the toilet seat
being raised, and I covered my mouth as Edward peed. Then the water
was running and I heard him brushing his teeth. I stood up unsteadily
to climb out of the window, but right when I reached it, Edward came
out of the bathroom with toothpaste on his bottom lip and the brush in
his mouth, frozen solid as he saw me.
Slowly, he pulled the toothbrush from his mouth and turned around,
walking back into the bathroom in silence. I heard him quickly rinse his
mouth and clear his throat. Then he came back out. "Hey you." His
voice was still a little raspy, and his hair was all over the place. He
wore a black tee shirt and dark green silk pajama pants.
His body was warm and he smelled delicious. I breathed him in and
held him tighter.
"So what did you do last night? I thought you'd come back."
I sighed. "I had to give some face time with Charlie. He was worried
about me, about where I had been."
Edward pulled away back a little to look at me. "What did you tell
him?"
I frowned. "Just the usual. That I went hunting and stuff like that... I left
him a note so when he'd get up, he'd know I went to school early."
His lips formed into a slight frown. "He doesn't know about me, does
he?"
Reality sank into his features and he nodded while he looked down. "I
get it."
I bit the inside of my lip and looked around the floor for a few minutes.
"...I'm sorry. I just don't think he'll accept us."
He nodded again and crossed his arms over his chest. "I understand."
He shrugged.
"Yes it does."
Edward slowly raised his head and looked at me. "You're not ready for
me to meet him, and I'm willing to wait for you."
Edward dropped his hands and took a step closer to me. "What did you
mean by that?"
He shook his head, seeing right through me. "Bella, why would you lie
to me?"
I shrugged slowly.
"I-I don't know, I was afraid you'd get mad at me if you knew I was here
earlier."
"Yes."
He sighed and sat on the bed next to me. "I'm sorry you had to hear
that, Bella."
He smirked. "Yes, well you know what they say about eavesdroppers."
I shook my head. "No, I just wish you would have asked me before you
assumed stuff."
He arched his brows and tilted his head to me, resting his hand on
mine, which sat on my leg. "How do you mean?"
"For ...sex?"
I nodded again.
Edward thought for a few minutes to himself. Then, his words made me
angry: "I don't think you are, Bella."
Edward shook his head and sighed. "You look quite sexy when you're
pissed, I give you that."
Edward, being the dominant sexy soul that he is, stood up and looked
down at me, face inches from mine. "Prove it."
That threw me off guard and my eyes strained away from him for a
brief second, but I stood my ground and looked back up him. Then I
unzipped my jacket and yanked it off of me.
His lips parted slightly, but Edward didn't remove his eyes from mine.
Keeping my stride, I unbuttoned my jeans and smiled at him.
Edward shook his head and inhaled deep. "What are you doing, Bella?"
I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his
face down to mine. "Isn't it obvious?"
I gasped as his hands squeezed me with his warm and firm touch, and
smashed my face to his once more.
Edward pulled his face away and dropped his hands from my body.
"Wait, wait a second."
I arched my right eyebrow, not having any of that. "Do you want me to
undress you too?"
Before he could answer, I pushed his black shirt up his chest, waiting
for him to raise his arms.
"Okay." I shrugged, then ripped his shirt down the middle and pushed
it off his shoulders.
He snickered and shook his head, stepping away from me. "I am not
going to have sex with you so you can prove a point, Bella."
I felt my skin begin to tighten. "You said to prove it, so I'm trying to
prove it!"
"Bella," he snickered. "I didn't mean prove to me that you want to have
sex with me. I meant, if you're ready for us like you say you are, then
take me to meet Charlie."
He shook his head again. "You said you were ready for the next step."
"You're not playing fair here. I didn't mean that next step."
"I'm not going to sleep with you before I meet you dad, Bella."
"Of course I do, but not like this. You're conflicted and frustrated, and
it's not fair to either of us. I want you to be rational, Bella."
I nodded again while I picked up my jacket and put it back on. "Yes."
Edward walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me. "I'll do
whatever I can. I mean, who knows, maybe he'll like me?"
I sighed, feeling defeated again. "Yeah. Who knows."
----
We waited until nine in the morning, when Carlisle finally got paged to
go to the hospital. Then we climbed in Edward's volvo and he drove us
into town.
My mind was working non stop, trying to think of all the ways I could
get out of this situation. I knew Charlie would be angry with me, but
felt the best way to save our identities and Edward's body was to do it
out in the open, at the police station, so Charlie couldn't overreact.
I almost ran out of oxygen on the way over there, but Edward
remained calm and collected. Like he didn't care that he was about to
meet another Vampire.
Shaking, I led Edward up the ramp to the police station. Dad's friend
Robert was sitting on the front desk on the phone. He waved me
forward and I pulled Edward along. "Ahh, Miss Swan. How are you
doing today?"
"Hey Bella," Charlie said wearily. "What are you doing here?"
I inhaled deep and gathered my voice. "Dad, I want you to meet
someone." Slowly, I turned to Edward and patted his arm. "This is
Edward... Edward, this is my father, Charlie."
Edward held out his hand and smiled sincere. "Hello, Chief Swan. I
wanted to formally introduce myself. I'm Edward Cullen."
Charlie shook his hand, not removing his eyes off of me. "Nice to meet
you, Edward... Are you guys classmates?"
"Yes. He is." Charlie looked at Edward and me for a few moments, then
stared back into my eyes. "So, Bella... Why aren't you in school?"
I felt like I was walking on broken glass as I followed him into the office.
Charlie pulled down the white blinds on the window to his door, then
stuck his hands on his hips.
I fidgeted nervously.
He gritted his teeth, trying to maintain a low voice. "Oh really? Then
tell me what it's like, Bella! Tell me why there is human boy standing
there wanting to meet me? Tell me why he is suspended over Mike
Newton? Tell me why you're with him, and most definetly, tell me why
in the hell you've been lying to me!"
Charlie took a step back, his eyes growing furious. "What did you just
say?"
Charlie shook his head in silence for a long three minutes. "I cannot
believe you did this, Bella."
My chin quivered as the words continued to gush out. "I tried to not let
it get this far, Dad. Believe me, I tried to stay away from him. I even
went with you in the mountains, remember? A few months back? But it
happened and I cannot change it now." I inhaled deep, but continued
on. "He's the best part of me, I think. He has had similar pasts, we've
both lost our mothers... We've both had heartbreak. Dad, Edward
protects me and he loves me, he just wants what is be-"
Charlie cut me off. "He protects you? Protects? Bella, tell me how in the
hell he protects you?"
I swallowed hard. "He just does."
"Oh, I see." Charlie threw his hands in the air, his frustration growing.
"So you're telling me that young, fragile, human boy in there could
stop me from hurting him if I was trying to get to you?"
"Yes."
He shook his head and swung his door open. "Well, let's go find out."
I took an unsteady step toward him. "Dad, no. You wouldn't do that."
I ran after him and stood in front of him, but Charlie suddenly didn't
look upset as he stared at Edward.
He looked broken.
After a few seconds, I stood to the side, so he could shake his hand.
But I brought my hand up to Edward's chest, just in case.
"I wished it could have turned out differently, Sir, but at the time, I was
out of options."
"I understand what it is like when your limits get crossed, Edward. You
did what was necessary to protect her."
"Call me Charlie."
Charlie sighed. "I have to go, but Edward, you should come over
tonight for dinner. Bella can cook for..." His voice stopped as he took in
the onlookers in the station. "... us."
Charlie stared into Edward's eyes, then caved in once he realized how
genuine he was. "She sure seems to love you a lot."
Then Charlie directed his gaze to me and furrowed his brows. His voice
was a mere whisper, barily enough for Edward to make out, and
impossible for anyone else to hear. "...Because Victor is back, Bella.
He's around here somewhere. I think he is the related to my case... So
if you were wondering why I was so worried about you earlier, now you
have a better idea."
I swallowed down the sand paper feeling and nodded, before pulling
Edward out of the station.
Victor.
He was here.
I felt uneasy and angry. Edward tried to reschedule the dinner for
another evening, but I refused, afraid to leave him alone for one
second. Eventually, he stopped trying and relaxed, saying that we
would worry about it when we needed to. Charlie agreed with him and
pulled me to the side, cramming it into my head that I had nothing to
worry about, that he was on top of it, and apparently, I had two men
who'd do anything to keep me safe.
I burnt Edward's dinner on accident, but being that it was the first time
I ever tried to cook something, he didn't get upset. He ate the over-
cooked steak with a wide smile, as Charlie tried to ignore the elephant
in the room and talk to Edward like a normal father-boyfriend meeting.
He asked Edward about his likes [Baseball, Music, and Me] and his
dislikes [Newton, mainly]. Edward told him a little bit about his real
parents, Elizabeth and Edward Masen, but just the basics as what they
did for a living... His mother [Musician] and his father [Accountant].
Edward asked what it was like to be a cop and about Jim Danielson.
Charlie loved talking about that, giving Edward the full play by play of
his daily routines, and all the wonderful information about how much
he despised Jim.
The discussion of what we were never came up. Charlie must have
taken my word on the fact that Edward didn't care.
I felt better about it, since I could be in Edward's room, where Victor
would most likely try to sneak in to hurt him. That way I could protect
the girls, while Edward slept peacefully on the floor below... Not that
anything was going to happen.
Plus if Dad said it was cool, then it was cool. He reassured me before I
left that he had more than enough resources to keep Victor away from
us, and my dad has never steered me wrong before, so I believed him.
So here I was, climbing in Edward's king size bed with two gorgeous
girls I envied. Alice wore a white silk pajama set with her hair piled up
on the top of her head in a messy short ponytail. Rosalie had on light
blue and white flannel pajama shorts and a tanktop on, with white
bunny slippers. They dressed me in a blue silk pajama set, which I
admitted was cute.
It was nice to be able to have girl time for awhile, now that I've gotten
over my fears of doing anything that would hurt any of Edward's
family. It felt good to just be a girl in general, so I thought I'd give in to
it and try to relax, shake things off.
Alice, being the last to climb in, threw the covers over us. "I wonder
what Edward and Jasper are talking about right now?"
"Well I'm glad we're sleeping in this bed," she joked. "Because if I was
laying in something old and dried up, I'd be pissed."
I laughed. "I sort of..." Then I trailed off, realizing that they were
considered Edward's sisters.
"Oooh, tell us!" Alice rolled over on her stomach, resting her hands on
her chin.
I stared at Alice who sat with wide eyes and her hand covering her
mouth. "What do you mean?" I asked.
I frowned, scooting under the covers more. "I'm sure he's had other
opportunities."
Alice finally broke from her position and flopped back down on her
belly. "Yeah, like Virginia Woodsten."
Rosalie busted out laughing, throwing her head back in the pillows.
I chewed on the inside of my lip, allowing the curiosity to get the best
of me. "Who is Virginia Woodsten?"
Rosalie giggled again and then patted her stomach. "Oh my gosh, she
was in love with Edward since he first started coming here to stay
when he was a little boy, apparently. She lives in P.A. Sh-"
Alice cut her off. "She's two years older than Edward, a freshman now
in college. But back then, she was Edward's on and off little summer
fling here."
"Yeah and oh my gosh, was she the typical fling type of girl."
Great. Now I was hooked again. I knew I shouldn't ask, but let it get the
best of me. "What did she, um, look like?"
"Well..." she said calmly. "She was pretty, I guess. Long, straight dark
hair. A few inches taller than you, I guess. Um... heavier than you,
which is a good thing for you, but she was more curvier..."
Rosalie snickered. "She was a heavy whore with big boobs. End of
story."
"Um," Rosalie thought. "...I guess just a few. When Edward was eleven
was when they started to kiss or whatever... And then when he was
thirteen she started coming around again... And...-"
I puckered my face and looked at Alice. "Are you sure he didn't sleep
with her?"
Alice nodded. "I'm pretty sure. I mean he hung out with all sorts of
girls, Bella. No one meant anything to him like you do now."
Alice snickered sarcastically. "He calls anyone a virgin who hasn't had
sex in the past few days. It's his thing, I don't get it. Ask Rose."
Rosalie shrugged indifferent. "He's too cute. I've got to allow some
things."
I flopped down on the bed in defeat. "So I could possibly be compared
to a pretty brunette with more curves and bigger boobs." It wasn't a
question.
"Bella, again," Rosalie said, trying to cheer me up. "Edward's only been
in love once. And still is. So you have to think about it."
I crossed my arms over my chest. "So does anyone know what he has
done, so I can atleast prepare myself somehow for all the things I know
I'll be compared with?"
Alice rolled back on her back. "No pouting! It's not that hard. When
you're ready, it won't matter about anyone else. Just the two of you."
I nodded, unable to hide the frown on my face. "So he's done a lot
then?"
Rosalie sighed. "I know he's received and possibly given. So that
means he's done all the groping and make out stuff."
"Bella," Alice said as she gave me a small hug. "Just relax, don't think
about, do your research, and enjoy it when it comes to you."
"Research?"
With that word, Alice was off the bed and out of the room.
She giggled as Alice ran back into the room and shut the door. She
launched herself on the bed across our legs, and flopped the magazine
on my leg. Cosmo. Of course.
Alice smiled. "He is. Okay, so here this explains to you all the secret
things that nice guys -- like your boyfriend -- wants in bed. Of course,
not all of them apply as they are all different for men, but most do. So
read it over and we can discuss it."
I sighed loudly in my obvious pout, but caved in. The article was three
pages long, discussing different guy confessions, such as things like
what gets them hot, foreplay twists, positions, moments they loved the
most, and even things they are afraid to ask for.
Rosalie thrusted her finger on the first page. "Start here. Subtle things
and foreplay first."
I creased my lips and read the page. Then I sighed again. "So, I am
supposed to flash my underwear, bite my lip, smell sexy, send him
kinky sex messages, and then throw him in a dark corner, tug on his
hair, and tease him?"
They busted out laughing and didn't let up for a few minutes.
"No!" Rose finally chocked out. "Not all at the same time! You just start
with one and work through them with time. Or skip over the ones that
you don't want to do!"
"Yeah!" Alice said. "And we can give you advice too. Like bat your
eyelashes, guys go crazy for that stuff."
"Yeah yeah! And if you want to seduce, wear tight clothing, or worse,
leather!"
My head was bouncing from side to side as they offered up ideas like
waitresses at a resturant. Just one after the other.
"But most importantly," Rose stated. "You have to feel confident. There
is nothing sexier on the planet than a female with confidence."
"Yeah that's probably why Edward doesn't feel you're ready, Bella."
Alice said. "He can see your lack of confidence."
Hanging out with Rosalie and Alice really does distract a person from
all their concerns.
I spent most of the weekend hanging out with them more than Edward,
as he had practice the next night and a game after. We decided that
his game would be where I would make my new appearance.
So, with a lot of patience and occasional tantrum from me, they taught
me how to curl and fix my hair in different ways, how to do my makeup
with smokey eyeliner, and how to dress more sexy to "fit my curves". I
even allowed them to take me shopping, so Alice could pick out a few
sexier clothes for me, and Rosalie could debate them. Which she did.
Alice even took the time to talk with my Dad, to prove to him that
Edward did have sisters and I was staying over the next two nights
with girls, not guys. Charlie took an immediate liking to her, and that
made me smile, thinking about all the times I could use her as an
excuse in the future.
After that, the following morning was "school lessons", where Rosalie
taught me how to walk in heels for a few painful hours, how to bat my
eyelashes, how to "smile with a secret", and other techniques that
could "break any man's composed face who tried to resist you".
Even though I hated it at first, reality came and settled in that I was
indeed a girl, in love, willing to express myself for the first time with
the one man I wanted to be with.
It about killed me. I missed him when we weren't in the same room.
"Alice," I said as they continued to help me primp. "I don't know if I can
show up to his game looking like this."
"Yes you can! Bella, you're not even in the black leather pants I wanted
you to wear. It's just tight jeans, a hot shirt, and some heels."
There I was, three inches taller in blue heels, standing in dark denim
jeans, a matching blue silk tanktop that flowed down a couple inches
past my hips. The shirt lifted my breasts together, revealing much
more cleavage than ever before, and accentuated my features
perfectly. My hair was down and shiny, with some pieces crimped,
others curly, and most of it straight. My eyes popped with dark
shadow, liner, and mascara, with silver in the corners of my eyes and
below my brows. I had pale lipstick and gloss on, a silver heart
necklace, and, with the thanks of Rosalie's bribabary of getting it
without answering too many of Edward's questions, his classring
dangling wrapped with thread and placed on my finger.
I looked beautiful for once, like I could actually stand next to Edward
without feeling inferior. I even felt sexy, and smiled to them at my
makeover.
They squealed and jumped up and down, all their hard work paying off.
"Okay, so mom, we're gonna go because we're running late, but we'll
be back later okay? It may be late!" Rosalie pushed us out the door
and to my car without another word.
We piled into my car, and I gave into Alice, allowing her to play her hip
hop album with my top down on my convertible, and we drove around
hollering at nearby driver's and giggling like girls. I felt so free, so
liberated, and so happy. Like everything else that I had been worried
about suddenly disappeared.
We heard the roars from the bleachers before I even parked the car.
Nerves and butterflies settled in my stomach, but as Rosalie
instructed, I shrugged them away and threw my hair back, lifting my
chin in the air. We locked hands as we strolled toward the field.
"Now," Alice began as she held me close. "You are going to go in there
kicking ass. You are sexy. You are beautiful. And you are going to
prove to all these little bitches -"
"AKA Julia, Ashley, and whoever else-" Rosalie cut her off.
"Yes, all of them. You're going to prove to them why you are with him
and why this is going to be a great night for the both of you."
After all, I thought to myself. It's not like I can age. This is my one time
to show what I have, and make those stupid bitches who made fun of
me for so long jealous.
It was time to show the new Bella, the post-Edward Bella. The sexy and
confident girl.
When the teams came into view, I noticed that they were already into
their fourth inning, with the Spartans winning by 14 points. As we
walked up the bleachers to take our seats, I couldn't help but spy
Ashley Gwinn, sitting with the same crowd as Julia and her preppy
senior friends, and all of them glaring daggers at my head.
I smiled and winked at Ashley, as Rosalie instructed me to do earlier.
The look on her face was worth it since she was so proud, and the look
on Ashley's was priceless.
I noticed Jasper waiting in line to bat, and Edward with his fingers in
the fence, yelling at the batter. As soon as I laid eyes on him, I couldn't
help but coo inside my head as the butterflies surrounded my stomach.
Animosity between the teams was heightened and angry, and the
profanity the teams used as they shouted back and forth was almost
too much.
When Jasper's turn came up, Alice jumped up and down in her blue
jean mini-skirt, clapping her hands. "Go sexy!" She shouted, at the
same time the girls from Ashley and Julia's posse did. Alice turned her
head to the left and glared over her shoulder at them, grinding her
teeth.
I giggled, realizing it was about to get good, and thankful I was on Rose
and Alice's team.
Jasper's curly blonde hair peeked under his baseball hat, and he looked
more like a God then a person as he took his place above the plate.
Typical Jasper, he tossed the bat in the air with a spin, over his head,
and caught it behind his back with his left hand, before bouncing it to
his right and bringing it over his shoulder to bat. He smirked at the
pitcher and absorbed the cheers from the crowd.
Wack!
He swung at the first pitch, knocking it strong through the center of the
field, causing the players to dodge it's force. It flew to the back fence
and as they struggled to get it, Jasper made it all the way to third.
The three of us stood and cheered loudly for him, and I felt more
confident with each second passing by. Almost like I belonged there,
with them.
Edward didn't seem to notice we were there, focusing all his attention
on one player from the opposite team. It didn't take long for me to
realize they were not friends. The profanity the man was shouting at
Jasper and Edward both gave me cold chills, and I was scared of what
Edward would do.
Please don't let him get suspended again, I thought. Please, please,
please.
The next few batters weren't as good as Jasper, but definetly improved
over the past few months with Edward's help, I'm sure. Only one struck
out, bringing the Spartan's score higher.
The next inning, Edward's popularity with the other team decreased.
The two balls that came his way was caught instantly, and they didn't
like that, causing the crowds from both sides the stands to shout angry
at each other. Jasper kicked ass at third base, getting everyone out
that tried to get passed him with smooth movements.
Edward didn't let up on his confidence, and Jasper didn't either. The
anger between that guy on The Wildcats and Edward continued to rise
as the game went on.
I found myself standing and cheering for him more than I did when I
was an actual cheerleader on a football game night. And every time I
stood, some girl behind me in their little crowd would say something
sarcastic. I curled my fingers into fists and ignored them the best I
could, focusing all my attention on Edward.
And when he finally took the home plate, I felt the butterflies come on
full force. He walked over to it as the crowd rose to their feet in unison.
Rosalie grabbed my hand and pulled me up to stand ontop the
bleacher we were sitting on, so we could see over heads. He walked
over, dangling the bat between his fingertips and waving it back and
forth, licking his lips.
Edward glared at him for a few seconds, but when Alice yelled for him,
he directed his gaze to her, skimmed over me, and then Rosalie. Then
he snapped his head back to me, freezing in place. I could almost see
his breathing stop as he focused in on my eyes, as if he didn't believe
it was me.
Then it dawned on me why he hadn't been looking for me earlier. I
wasn't recognizable with my make over.
Edward's eyes relaxed when he saw me, and a crooked smile crossed
his lips. Then the umpire asked if the teams were ready. He nodded,
swinging back his bad and focusing on the pitcher's nods. Two nods
later, the pitcher threw the ball at Edward.
Edward took a step back and swung the bat back around, focusing on
me again. The pitcher wound back and swung his arm forward,
launching the ball to Edward. It almost hit him on his ribs, but he took a
step back before it could. What was it with these stupid guys trying to
hurt my man? Stupid dicks!
The pitcher smirked, and suddenly, I saw Quil standing behind Edward
laughing. Edward shook his head, trying to ignore him as the pitcher
wound up again.
Crack!
With that second, Edward hit the ball for force, causing it to fly above
the feild and out for a home run.
The crowd rose to their feet and we jumped up and down as Edward
jogged around the bases, smiling to himself.
I watched as Ashley and Julia ran down the bleachers to the fence,
shouting to him. A growl rose in my throat and Rosalie gripped my
hand, holding me back.
"Go Edward!" Julia shouted, clapping her hands. "You look so hot! Oh
my God!"
I sneered at her, causing Alice to giggle and nudge me with her hip.
"Let it go," she advised cutely, then waved to Jasper from the fence.
"The Cullen's are sexy!" Ashley shouted. "Yeah, I'm talking to you
Jazz!"
That was when Alice took off.
Rosalie caught her by the back of her shirt before she got to the
second set of bleachers, then pulled her back slowly. "Let it go,
remember! Those bitches aren't worth it. We're here so Bella can
prove a point, not kill someone."
Alice was fuming along with me. We both eyed the back of their heads
down as if we were burning holes into their scalps.
Rosalie giggled, moving to stand between us so she could rub both our
backs in calming manners.
"Sheesh," she said, trying to lighten the mood. "Who knew baseball
games were so intense!"
Once the night stars shined bright and the game was over, The
Spartans were announced the winners, and the crowd roared loudly in
approval.
The three of us locked arms and strolled down the bleachers, but
before I could make it to the feild, I was stopped by Angela and Jessica.
"Bella! Oh my God!" Jessica shouted while Angela stood with her jaw
on the ground. "What happened to you?"
Edward stood with his hat in his hand and fingers through his hair,
while Jasper stood beside him flipping a bat around in a circle. The girls
surrounded them completely, looking more whorish than ever.
"Lookie at the fishy you just snagged," Alice squealed in my ear as she
began to walk faster.
Ashley and Julia turned to their left to see what they were looking at,
and then glared as soon as they saw the three of us.
Julia piped in, eyeing her down. "Yeah you would know, right Rosalie?"
Rosalie smiled sweetly, but her eyes grew vicious. "Of course Julia.
Your mother told me where she buys her douches at. She also
mentioned your family has a discount since you buy in bulk."
Alice busted out laughing as Edward and Jasper took a step back,
chuckling to themselves.
Edward walked around the girls, ignoring Julia's tug on his wrist when
he passed her.
"Doesn't she look sexy?" Alice chimed in, standing on her tippy toes in
a cute girly manner.
Jasper ran behind her, snaking his arms around her waist and picking
her up, causing her to giggle.
"I think you look sexy," he said loudly in her ear, glaring over her
shoulder to the skanky girls general direction. "I could just eat you
right now."
Alice kissed his cheek as soon as he put her down. "I knew I loved you
for some reason."
"Mmm, I've missed you too Bella." Then he growled into my ear,
causing me to giggle.
Edward didn't take his eyes off of me as he licked his lips. "I'm busy,
Julia."
"Ohhh come on Eddy," she said, reaching her scummy little fingers up
to touch his shoulder. "Everyone wants you to come."
I'm sure she felt the heat from the three sets of eyes glaring into her
stupid face from Alice, Rose, and I, but ignored them. "I especially
think you need to be there."
"What part of he's busy do you not understand, ho?" I couldn't help but
smile at Rosalie's bitterness.
Julia glared at her for a second, then focused her eyes on me, taking in
my outfit slowly with an unapproving expression.
"Well," she started. "If he's busy with this, then it shouldn't take long.
It's not like he'd have to undress her, since the outfit is painted on. In,
out, be done with it."
"Look you stupid bi-" My voice cut off when I took a few steps forward,
ready to knock her head onto the ground, but felt Edward's hands wrap
around my waist and pull me back.
"Hey, hey, hey love," he said calmly, continuing to lift me off the
ground and step backward. "Please ignore her, Bella."
I was about to argue with him, but before I could speak, I watched
Rosalie step forward and grab Julia by the back of her head, yanking
her down by her hair as she called her a stupid bitch.
Jasper busted out laughing as the girls swarmed around her to help her
up. Then Ashley tried to go after Rosalie, but was intercepted by
Jasper, as he picked her up by her waist and tossed her to the side.
She stumbled backward but didn't fall down.
Alice laughed as Julia picked herself off the ground, holding onto her
head.
Alice nodded, wrapping her arm around Rosalie to pull her away.
Edward released me so he could yell at her, but I charged for her, and
was quickly scooped up by Jasper as he threw me over his shoulder.
Edward cussed the girls out faster then the human's could register his
words, and they all stared at him with their mouths ready to catch
insects. Then he walked back over to me and Jasper handed me over
to him. Edward slowly lowered me down and snaked his arm around
my waist, rubbing my back gently.
He started to walk off, but then turned around to face them again. "Oh,
and one more thing. Bella has more class, more common sense, more
brains, more dignity, and more beauty than any of you will ever have
in your pathetic, pitiful use for existance. And do you see this? --" His
voice cut off as he lifted my finger, showing them his class ring. "--This
means I'm busy. For eternity, not just for the night."
Fucking skanks.
"Bella, would you mind if Rose drove your car home tonight? She's
trustworthy, I promise."
"Yes."
Underneath the stars and the full moon, there was an object sitting in a
space that caused shivers to creep through my entire frame.
"You have a bike?" I asked, my jaw dropping to the ground. This wasn't
any kind of bike I had ever seen before.
It was smooth like butter, and looked like it was moving though it was
parked. It appeared to be black, and had blue neon lights on accents of
it, making the bike look fiercer by the second. Blue seemed to be our
favorite color.
Edward stood behind me, wrapping his arms around me fully and
resting his chin on my right shoulder.
"Uh huh."
Edward reached in my pocket and then tossed Rosalie the keys. "Don't
hurt her car, Rosalie."
I felt the butterflies increase tenfold as he led me over to it. There were
about fifteen guys, Mike included in the far background, that were
staring and oohhing over their bikes.
Jasper already had Alice on the back of his, but it was a different kind
of bike. She was giggling as he put the helmet on her head, saying it
was weighing her down. When I looked at Edward to question it, he
already knew what was coming. "It's a Yamaha R6, customized by
Emmett for Jazz's last birthday."
I watched as Jasper peeled out of the lot, causing Alice to squeal loudly
and press her face into his back. Then Rosalie waved and took off in
my car.
I smiled and fidgeted, trying to figure out how to even get on the thing.
He extended his hand and scooted his body forward as he handed me
his helmet. "You don't really have to wear it, if you don't want. I won't
crash."
I nodded again and slowly inched closer to him. After a few seconds to
rebuild my nerve, I climbed on back of it with him.
Edward smirked and started the bike, causing it to revv up like a lion.
"Don't worry your pretty little head, Bella. I won't hurt you."
"Good." Edward slowly backed the bike away, causing more ooohh's
from the guys.
He leaned his face over his right shoulder and looked at me. "You do
realize they're gushing over you in that sexy outfit, not the bike right?"
Before I could inhale, the bike launched us forward and he sped out of
the parking lot and onto the highway.
He slowed down once we got on the main road, and shouted behind
him, asking me if I was all right. I nodded and squeezed him tighter,
quite enjoying the feel of the wind in my face and my lock around his
waist.
With that reassurrance, Edward hit the gas and we flew forward,
weaving in and out of the cars piling down the road from the game.
This just turned me on more, as Edward continued showing off a bit for
me, but not doing anything too dangerous to hurt any of us.
I kept egging him on, begging him to push the limits, suddenly not
caring about Charlie finding out. These things were addictive!
When we got into the main part of town, we pulled up next to a '73
Mustang, and Edward was staring at the driver. I looked over, and
realized it was the pitcher from The Wildcats, the one who didn't like
him. Edward nodded to him, revving the the engine. The guy looked up
at him and then glared between me and him, shaking his head. Then
he flipped us off through the window.
Edward busted out laughing and pointed toward the red light in front of
us.
The guy's teammates were cheering him on, and then the pitcher
nodded once to Edward.
"You said you wanted to go fast!" He shouted back. "And that you trust
me!"
I loved all this confidence I gained over the past few days. I was
breaking free from my shell!
"Go for it!" I shouted, burying my face in his back and breathing him in.
I heard the light click of the street light and then tires screeching as we
flew through the intersection, in the wrong lane. I took a peak over his
right shoulder and squealed, suddenly urging Edward on between
laughs and inhales. Edward had him by a few feet, and flew in front of
the mustang so that the car coming in our direction could pass us by.
He shouted to me, telling me that when he tapped my arms, he
wanted me to hold on to him with a death grip and don't let go. I
nodded as the car passed us with an annoyed honk.
Once the coast was clear, Edward dropped back over in the other lane
and hit the gas. The car beside us sped up but before they got close to
us, Edward tapped my arm. I tightened my grip around him and before
I could blink, the bike revved once and then we were on the back
wheel only. I squealed and shut my eyes, feeling the rush of wind fly
by us as Edward controlled the wheelie.
When we were back on two wheels, I busted out laughing, loving every
second of that. The driver of the Mustang slammed on his breaks and
Edward did too, causing us to rock forward on the front wheel a bit,
before landing down again.
Edward laughed and turned around the bike in a 180 spin in just
enough time to see the pitcher in the other car shaking his head
furiously that he lost. Edward nodded to him once, with his cocky-yet-
sexy grin, then spun the bike around again in the opposite direction,
and peeled out.
We drove through the winding roads a bit slower, and I took in the
scent of the green forest around us, the irresistible minty-sweet smell
of him, and the fresh air in our face. I watched up above as the stars in
the sky passed us by, dancing above our heads. Then I ran my hands
along his chest and rested my head to his back, breathing deep.
Strapped to the back seat of a deadly bike, wearing 3-inch heels and
tight clothing, holding on to a guy who could be compared more easily
to angels rather than humans, I never felt more safe in my entire life.
He smirked and then looked back to the sky, inhaling deep. "You look
incredible, Bella. Have I told you that yet?"
I smiled against his shoulder. "I'm not ready for you to know yet."
I giggled as he twisted his body around a bit, throwing his left arm
behind me so he could look me in the eyes. I leaned forward and
around his left side, squeezing him tighter.
I pushed over and pressed my cold lips to his warm ones, breathing
him in desperately. My lip quivered at the sudden connection that
came with our touch, and I felt an unknown urge in the pit of my
stomach. I tilted my head and increased the pressure, allowing him to
suck in my bottom lip between his. I moaned softly as his tongue
lingered on it inside his mouth, allowing my hands to glide up his back
to his hair. Edward twisted his body a bit more, so he could have better
access to my lips, which I granted within the second.
Or a forbidden one.
His fingers found my face and he guided me along with him, our
tongues battling against each other's in fierce decrements.
He smirked and kissed me too briefly, then turned his body back
around and started the bike.
I ran my fingers up the inside of his shirt, feeling the ripples on each
one of his abs and the thin line of hair beneath his belly button.
Smiling like a fool, I reluctantly removed them from under his shirt,
gliding up the buttons to the unsteady beat of his heart.
His body was warm, almost hot even as he took off, back down the hill.
I continued to hold onto him, my left arm secured to his waist while my
right hand steadied itself on his chest, feeling him breathe in and out.
It suddenly dawned on me that maybe this was The Real Bella. The girl
who could be pretty, possibly even good enough for him... One who
didn't have to be a monster. Maybe I could enjoy my life and love
someone whole heartedly. I could relax and let my hair down, live a
little. I could be in love, and deserved to be loved in return.
I closed my eyes and buried my face in the back of his shirt, praying to
the Heavens Above that this night would never end.
When we pulled into the drive, I caught a glance at the watch on his
wrist.
When we climbed off, I realized that there was a car was missing. A
jeep.
I smiled to myself and thanked Rose and Alice inside my head for
allowing us this night to ourselves.
I didn't remove my face from his chest and shrugged. "Whatever you
want."
I nodded. "Yes."
"How is that?"
"Mmhmm."
Edward took my hand in his warm one, then led me up the stairs and
to the room. Before we entered, his pinned me against the frame of
the door. My breathing hitched instantly as I stared into his eyes.
"Please?"
I looked away from his eyes and slid beneath his arm, walking into his
bedroom. "Come in here."
I stood in front of the foot of his bed, my hands behind my back. "Do
you really want to know?"
I smiled evilishly at him and bit my lip. "Are you sure?" I whispered
back.
"Good."
I pushed him backward onto his bed, causing him to chuckle and run
his fingers through his hair. Yes, I was making him blush!
Edward tilted his head, watching my every move until I was standing
between his legs. "What's this about?"
I leaned forward, guiding my hands from his knee to his belt loops,
then from his stomach and up to his chest, climbing up his body until I
was straddling him.
He inhaled deep, leaning back on his elbows. "Do I finally get to hear
this secret?"
I nodded, continuing to push his shirt to his chest as I leaned down and
placed my lips on his right ear.
I licked my lips and tilted my head, batting my lashes. "I want you."
Edward sat up slowly, his hands not leaving my body. He cleared his
throat. "Uh..."
"I am."
"Well, don't be. I'm not lying."
Edward frowned and pulled himself higher, still panting. "Bella, how are
you so sure?"
Then my hand found his cheek, and I caressed it slowly. "Do you want
to?" I asked him. "Because if not, we can wait."
Edward closed his eyes and shook his head. "It's not about me."
I sighed and cupped his face with both my hands, pulling him closer to
me. "Edward, it is about you. This is us, all the way. You know how I
feel, so tell me how you feel."
His green eyes sparkled in the moonlight as his angel smile crossed
along his lips. "You're ready?" he asked to reassure himself.
He smiled sincerely.
"Are you?"
This time, when he lowered himself to me, his kiss was gentle, as if he
was soaking in the moment and saving it for later. His lips were warm
and inviting and he tilted his head to the left, sliding his tongue in my
mouth and causing me to hum softly. My hands tangled in his hair and
I pulled him closer to me, arching my back to feel more of him against
my body. Edward's hands trailed down my legs to my hips, then beside
my shoulders as he lifted himself up again. I refused to end our kiss,
bringing my head up with him. He pulled back to a sitting position on
his knees in front of me and I climbed on mine, kissing him more
intense. I gripped his shirt at his shoulders with my fingers, pulling
myself closer to him.
His fingers trailed along my back and inside my shirt, causing warmth
to spread over my chilled body. I shivered beneath his touch, pushing
myself harder against him. I pulled my face away so he could catch his
breath, but didn't remove my lips from his completely. He inhaled deep
and quick and I felt his lip quiver against mine.
"I want you," he whispered as he pulled my lips to his again. "I want
you, I want you."
All the nerves washed away instantly as I wrapped my arms around his
neck, allowing him to push me back against the covers. Edward ground
his hips into mine as I kept my legs locked around him. He buried his
face in my neck, breathing deep and slow. Chills washed through my
body as he began to suckle on the tight skin there. I gripped the back
of his shirt, trailing it up his skin with my fingertips until I could reach it
and pull it off his head. Edward allowed me to remove it, holding
himself above me. My hands trailed down his warm chest to his rippled
abs, then back up to his shoulders. I was in complete awe of him,
finding that the only way possible that he could look more inhuman is
when he was getting naked. He was so perfect, it was almost painful to
look at.
Edward smiled and ran the back of his fingers along my face, and then
he tucked the hair behind my right ear. We stared at each other for a
few moments as my hands continued to trail along his stomach and his
continued to massage my shoulders. We didn't have to speak much to
know what the other was saying.
Edward slowly squatted down in front of me, his hands taking my right
foot to his knee. He un strapped the heel and carefully removed it,
kissing the top of my foot gently, before going to the other and doing
the same thing with that. I smiled as he massaged my feet for a few
moments, secretly thanking him that he was since those heels were a
bit tight. My fingers found his bronzed hair and I began to scratch his
head and smooth his hair back out of his face. He smirked and scooted
forward toward me, and as his face inched closer, and I suddenly
forgot how to inhale.
"May I?" he asked, with a voice too sexy for his own damn good.
The blue silk shirt slid up my body and over my head, and his hands
found my shoulders as he squatted back down between my legs. I
smiled and brushed my fingers through his hair, watching his eyes trail
slowly down my body. Alice had picked out a matching blue lacey
panty and bra set, and I was thankful for her doing so, since his
expression was drinking it in.
I let him scoop me up in his arms, and wrapped my legs around his
waist as he stood to his feet. The music smoothed our moods more,
and he swayed from side to side as he rubbed my back. I leaned down
and pressed my forehead to his, my thumbs trailing along his lips. He
lifted his face up so I could kiss him, but when we touched, the kiss
remained slow, and sensual, and longing, like the song in the
background. His lips were warm and inviting, and it was almost sinful
to enjoy them as much as I was. I tilted my head for better access, and
he followed my lead, allowing us to kiss deeper, with more passion.
Edward pulled his face away to inhale, and his breath was ragged as
well.
I released my leg lock from his waist and slid down his body, to where I
could stand in front of him. I immediately noticed the height difference
again, since I wasn't in heels any longer. My head didn't even reach his
chin now. He smirked as he took in my facial expression and kissed the
top of my head gently. I brought my hands up his overheated arms and
around his shoulders. His hands ran down the back of my neck toward
the center of my back. Then his fingers trailed along the top of my bra
clasp, but he paused and looked at me. Questioning.
He moved me closer to him, my bare chest to his, cold against the hot,
and we both gasped slightly to the new contact. It felt amazing.
I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him with a strong need. Our
tongues found each other's instantly, and every time they touched, it
felt like there was a new fire boiling between our skin contact. I threw
my arms around his neck carelessly, jerking him to me, demanding our
kiss to be heightened. He followed instinctively, with his own amount
of desire unfolding across us. He backed us up against the bed and as
soon as my calves touched the mattress, he held onto me and leaned
me back, climbing over me again. His hands gripped my waist gently
and he pushed me forward, to where my head found the soft pillows.
He smiled and pushed the hair out of my eyes before leaning back
down to me. He tilted my head to my left, so he could have better
access to the crook of my neck. I moaned and arched my body up to
him as he began to lick and suck there. It was as if he was setting my
cold body on fire, somehow. His hands trailing along the sides of my
body, his mouth working my neck. I almost felt like I could pass out.
He sucked on my neck again, bringing the tight skin into his warm lips
with a sensual movement. I gasped and inhaled loudly, my fingers
gripping the back of his head. I tangled them into his hair, running then
around in circles. Every cell in my body felt like it was suddenly alive.
His body between my legs, pressed against me with my force, causing
me to react again. I ground my shoulders into the pillow, trying to
catch my breath. Edward hummed against my skin and then smiled
against it, causing me to almost explode into tiny pieces.
I didn't like the idea of his body leaving mine for even the slightest
second, and as he molded his lips into mine, I found out why: We were
too perfect when we were together. What's the point of separation?
He snickered. "Yes."
My fingers were around his wrists, but I tried to not grip him too tight.
Didn't want to hurt him.
He gently lowered me back on the covers and his fingers found the
button to my jeans again. He rested his chin below the zipper and
looked up at me through his eyelashes, concerned again.
I nodded, probably too quickly.
But as soon as his warm hands touched my warm knees and spread
them apart so he could climb back between my legs, I gasped and
forgot how to think. My legs began to shake and my breathing sped up.
My brain became dizzy and unfocused. I ran my fingers through my
hair, trying to calm myself down. I didn't want to be nervous, didn't
want to be worried. I knew I wanted to be with him in all the ways
possible, so why on earth was I losing my bearings?
Edward slowly pressed himself against me, and as his jeans rubbed
along my body, I gasped.
These weren't emotions of hurting him. This was all new to me. I
wasn't used to feeling these type of emotions. I never felt this alive,
this exposed. This revealed. It felt as every inch of my body was a live
wire, and with one touch, something could explode.
He shook his head slowly, his hands massaging my calves. "You can be
honest with me, Bella."
His thumbs stroked my bottom lip and he tilted his head, looking into
my eyes.
I ran my hands along his heated back in light motions, and he closed
his eyes for a second, enjoying the sensations I was creating for him.
The next song that came on was very slow and relaxing, and it
definetly helped reset my mood.
I pulled his face down, so I could put his forehead against mine.
"Hey you."
I reached down to his jeans and blinked at him, making sure he was
okay with it. He leaned in and gave me a small peck on my bottom lip.
With shaking hands and after a few attempts, I unfastened the jeans
and unzipped them. Edward pulled himself up to his knees, and stood
up from the bed. Keeping our eyes locked, he pulled them down and
stepped out of them. I let my eyes trail down from his eyelashes to his
swollen red lips, down his tan body, firm chest, rippled abs, to the hair
below his belly button, to the black boxers. I bit my lip, wondering to
myself if he knew I was undressing him with my eyes.
Before I thought about it, I sat up and scooted toward the end of the
bed, in front of him.
We both had one article of clothing, and since my nerve was coming
back to me, I stood up and decided to take advantage of it. I put my
thumbs on the sides of my lace panties and bit my lip, looking up at
him. I started to pull them down, but his hands found mine, holding me
there.
Things that feel this good should be forbidden. Thank God they're not.
My breathing was beyond control at this point, and I didn't try to fight
against it.
He smiled and tilted his head, his diamond eyes blending into mine.
"As I love you." he replied.
I bit the inside of my lip, drinking in every inch of his face. He looked
like an angel. He was perfect, and all mine.
"Hey Bella," he whispered as his hands ran through my hair. "...I know
that you trust me, and you know that I trust you... But ... Would you
mind if I tried something with you?"
He pulled away slowly, providing a few gentle kisses, then sliding over
to my neck to kiss there. His lips trailed kisses from my neck to my
collar bone while his hands began to massage my stomach and
breasts. I couldn't control my breathing as his warm hands touched
me, and immediately wanted more of it. I closed my eyes and
maintained my breathing while he continued to knead and massage
and caress my skin in uncharted places.
He continued his trail of his lips while his hands worked my body,
trailing kisses between my breasts, down my diaphram, along my ribs,
down my stomach, on my belly button, and then lower. Right before he
got to the part I suddenly desired to have him the most, he stopped,
his face pressing against me while he breathed slowly. I felt his heart
beat on my right leg, and realized he was calming the both of us down.
He wanted to make sure I could handle the situation.
I allowed him a few minutes to relax me, and once he felt I was good
and calm, he trailed his lips over to my right leg, and began kissing
there.
I knew what was coming, or what I hoped was coming, and felt my
entire body tighten with the new ideas crossing my mind.
And he didn't.
I knew there was dampness on my skin, thanks to his teasing, and that
concerned me a bit. I mean, I've never done anything like this. Was it
suposse to happen like this? What if he didn't like it?
Oh God.
"Are you all right?" His voice was still raspy, but concerned.
I shook my head and ran my fingers through his hair again. "I-I'm just
scared of what you're thinking," I admitted sheepishly.
I shrugged nervously. "I'm not used to feeling this way, and I'm worried
I'm doing something wrong, or that my b-body is, um, doing something
wrong."
He shook his head slightly, his eyes on mine. "You're perfectly fine,
Bella."
I nodded, uncertain.
Edward ran his fingers through my hair and along my cheek, cupping
me softly. "Do you know how beautiful you look right now? Even when
you're nervous?"
Edward shook his head. "I've never been with anyone before you,
Bella."
He swallowed and nodded his head. "Don't you worry about that
though. This is me and you. No one else."
I exhaled, feeling foolish. "I just want to be perfect for you, and am
kind of worried of being compared to someone before me."
"I would never do that, Bella. There is no one like you. You're
undeniable, do you know that?"
"Yes."
"No, no!" My hand clasped over his lips, making a pop sound. "I want
to!"
He chuckled and kissed my palm, before slowly removing it from his
mouth. "Well then how about we get your nerves out of the way?"
I nodded slowly.
"Yes."
"Okay. I'm going to try something, but I'm not going to touch you yet...
well, nowhere that could frighten you. Is that all right?"
"Yes."
"All right." Edward slowly slid down my body, and placed his hands on
my clasped knees. "Just relax."
"...Feel better?"
"Alright."
Trembling, I nodded.
His hot breath was all over me, creating a trail of fire along my cold
skin. His hands continued to massage my stomach, my legs, my hips,
and he gently used his free hand that wasn't rubbing my stomach on
my legs, spreading them apart more. Then he finally pressed his lips
against my skin.
"Yes, yes." I shivered under his touch and parted my lips, inhaling
deep.
He pressed his lips firmer against me, giving slow and sensual kisses
along the top of my heat. Enjoying the newfound sensations, I relaxed
onto the mattress, caving into him. I think he realized this, because he
inched lower and pressed his mouth there, on my most senstive,
sweetest spot. He flicked his tongue along me, causing a growl to
escape from my throat. His hands pushed on my legs, opening me up
more to him, battling the tensing and relaxing motions I was battling.
I couldn't keep my breath steady, but I remained as calm as possible,
lightly moaning when I couldn't hold it back. Edward slowly began to
kiss my body with more passion, until his lips were right above the
center. I exhaled deep and maintained my control, sighing as he
pressed his lips there. I began to tremble at the feel of his tongue
sliding along my folds, around in a small circle, then up the length of
me. I gasped and arched my back, my fingers finding his hair.
His name kept escaping my lips, and I couldn't shut up. Passion began
to overload as his pressure increased, and I couldn't control my moans.
I covered my face and arched my back slightly, enjoying the different
range of sensations from the slightest movements he made. My body
began to shake uncontrollably as Edward allowed his mouth to
overtake me, to drown me.
I tried to pull away from him at points, afraid it'd be too much, but he
faught against me, holding me in place with his firm hands and
increasing the pressure with his mouth. I wiggled around in gasps,
having some sort of inner battle with myself and him. The way his
mouth was working over me, the way he continued to kiss and flick, it
was as if he was enjoying every single second of it as much as I was.
Slowly at first, Edward began to work my body like he knew every inch
of it by heart. His left hand providing soft strokes on the back of mine
with his thumb to keep me as relaxed as possible, his right hand
moved in unison with his kisses. I couldn't stop shaking as my body
was uncontrolled, and as he went stronger with his emotions, I knew I
needed to stop him, or it'd be too late.
"Ungh, E-Edward!"
My entire body shook beneath us, and I knew it was seconds away.
He didn't stop.
"E-Edward!" I cried louder. "Edward, you have to, um, stop! Stop!"
His mouth stopped suddenly and I felt tingles wash over my entire
body. He pressed his face against my leg, breathing deeply for a few
seconds.
"Did that feel good to you?" he asked heavily, licking on my neck now.
Edward slowly pulled his face from the crook in my neck and looked at
me. Again, his hooded dark green eyes were filled with nothing but lust
and desire for me. I pulled his face to mine, kissing him urgently. My
taste was on his lips, but it was nothing to be ashamed of. It wasn't
strong. He plunged his tongue into my mouth and pressed his body
hard against me. I sealed my eyes shut between my gasps, gripping
onto his hips and pulling him harder against me. His body was like a
rock between my legs, and as our mouths grew more intense with each
other's, it only seemed to get harder. If possible.
"Please?" I asked, lifting them gently from his back. He nodded and
raised his body to help me pull them down. When I finally saw him
naked, I couldn't help but gasp and drop my mouth. I knew what it was
supposed to look like, and how big is should have been, but I slightly
began to feel nervous taking in the view. It was going to hurt, that was
for certain. I expected him to be large, but not this big. I bit my lip and
looked up at his eyes, but he smiled reassuringly.
I couldn't help but return the smile. "I know you won't."
Our bodies intertwined as we rolled over and he kicked them off the
rest of the way. Now I was on top of him, but made a point to not sit
down on him, afraid of certain things. The candlelight flickered in his
eyes as I trailed my fingers up his chest. I leaned forward and provided
subtle kisses along his abdomen, his diaphram, his chest, and up to the
left side of his neck. Keeping my lips over my teeth, I licked and began
to suck lightly on him. Carefully. Restricted but not too much.
I ran my fingers through his hair and listened to him breathe heavily,
pressure increasing. His warm hands began to massage my sides and
the small of my back. He was sweating slightly, and I loved the taste of
his sweetness as I licked along his neck to his ear. I sucked on his
earlobe gently, causing him to gasp and then exhale deep. It seemed
like every time I breathed in his ear a certain way or kissed below it
with a certain amount of pressure, his breathing would catch. I found
his soft spot.
He pulled my chest to his, wrapping his arms tight around his body,
and began kissing below my chin, on the sensitive skin there on my
neck. He began to pull the covers from underneath us, then around us.
I leaned my head back, allowing him more access. Once he began to
suckle there, I let out a muffled cry, winding my fingers tight around
his body. I felt him tug me closer to him, all the way, then push us
forward, to where I was now on my back and he was above me, facing
toward his radio with our heads on the opposite side of the bed. He
kissed me with a wild passion, and didn't let up until we were both
gasping for air. We were both shaking at this point, and it was nice to
know I wasn't the only one who was a little nervous.
I raised my head up and pressed his mouth to mine again, pulling his
weight down on me. We both knew that it was time, and we both
wanted it more than anything. We were both frightened for the new
experience, but knew we were completely safe, wrapped up and
intertwined with the other. This was how it was supposed to be.
Edward pulled his mouth from mine, but didn't remove his lips. He
breathed his sweet scent into my mouth and closed his eyes as his
bottom lip quivered. My hand trailed up his stomach and stopped over
his heart. It was pounding against my palm, harder than ever before.
He smiled nervously to me, looking so sexy that I could almost unravel
at the sight of him. I ran my fingers through his hair as I kept my other
hand steady to his chest. He was amazing, my own little heaven on
earth. And when he smiled that crooked smile at me, he looked
absolutely perfect. I closed my eyes and inhaled his scent, allowing it
the notion to overwhelm me.
I locked my gaze with him and trembled as our lips were so close but
so far away from each others. I desired to kiss him, but didn't want to
remove my eyes from his. I wanted it to be this intimate. So did he. I
felt his body adjust between my legs, and closed my eyes, suddenly
feeling faint.
My entire body was suddenly a tight wire and I couldn't breathe. I felt
his tip touching me slowly, trying to enter. I cried out loud and sealed
my eyes shut, trying to relax my body. It felt like it was ripping almost,
even though I knew the dampness he created in my body was more
than there. Still, it wasn't working. I felt him pull away and then press
his warm, shaking lips to my forehead. I rubbed his sweaty hands with
mine, which were still cradling my head. Then he pressed his damp
forehead to mine again, and tried again. The tip began to enter as the
fire between us increased tenfold. My lips parted and I was slowly
inhaling with small gasps, but I couldn't focus on anything but the
green and gold flecks in his eyes, and his trembling lips.
He pulled the tip out slowly, then began to push back in. My body
continued to tighten as his warmth began to engulf me, and I opened
my eyes to find him staring directly into mine. My breathing hitched.
He looked like an angel. A real one. His face was almost pale like mine
in the moonlight. His eyes were wide and overtaking. His red lips were
parted and his bottom lip quivered. But he looked calm. Content even.
Keeping my focus on his and trying to relax, I felt more and more of
him inch inside of me. Slow as ever, and steady, but overpowering.
Then, the fire surrounded me. He caressed my right hip with his warm
hand while his left hand continued to hold my forehead to his. I
matched my breathing with his, every time he inhaled, I exhaled. Every
time I inhaled, he exhaled.
My hands found his chest and I began to push slightly against him. His
lips parted and he pulled away a few inches, but not all the way out.
Then he pushed back, slowly, until he was almost in. My body was
quivering beneath him with each back and forth movement, and as
time passed us by and I relaxed eventually, I felt more and more of
him inside of me. His moans began to escape his throat and he stifled
his rugged breathing to the best of his control.
Slow at first, he began to pick up his pace and movements. His body
sunk in and out of me, pushing his fire inside my cold body. We began
to kiss again as the passion overloaded and we were finally becoming
relaxed. We closed our eyes and drew our tongues against each other,
creating invisible sparks. It felt so incredible to have so much us
connected... our fingers intertwined with each others. Our bodies. Our
mouths. Our breathing. I slowly began to move my legs higher, not
around him yet, but higher as the burning began to subside.
He pulled his face away and gave me another smile, mesmerizing me.
After asking if I was okay again, his pace began to range from slow to
fast then slow again, but never too hard. He closed his eyes as I ran
my fingers up his stomach, gasping for air as he steadied himself
above me. I watched as his body rose and fell above mine, how his
bottom lip quivered, how his dark eyelashes fluttered. He opened his
eyes slowly, wanting to find only me there with him, and leaned over
until his lips found mine again. His kiss was calm and genuine. The
pace was deep, then shallow, then deep again. His lips were on mine
as if he were savoring the sensations.
Complete.
Fixed.
No, no, not just fixed...
He inhaled deep and lifted his body, scooping me up in his arms again
but maintaining our contact. The covers were tangled up with us now.
Sitting almost inside his legs, I wrapped my shaken legs around his
waist and pushed my body against him, begging for more contact.
He closed his eyes tight and began to move faster, getting lost in his
own sensations. I felt my entire body begin to shudder and I fought
against it, trying to wait on him. He buried his heated face into my
neck, breathing shallow against it as his body matched mine thrust for
thrust. He was smiling against my skin between his heavy exhales, and
I felt his hand slide between my legs and his body. As soon as his
thumb touched my over-sensitive spot with his body still entering me, I
bucked my hips toward him, and threw my arms around his shoulders.
He continued thrusting inside of me, slower and deeper now, as his
thumb stroked against my heat.
"Oh my God," I moaned into his left ear as I continued to grip ahold of
him. I couldn't stop. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my
God..."
I felt my entire cold body light on fire down there, and I quickly buried
my face into his shoulder, gasping for air.
His breathing once was again out of control as he brought his face
back around, and pressed his forehead against mine.
I lost it.
I shut my eyes as the tremor washed over me, slow at first, then
completely overtaking me and knocking me down. Exploding me,
engulfing me. It was everywhere now. I shook under his body, rocking
and moaning his name so loud it bounced off of the walls. I felt his
body explode inside me, and he pushed me down on the mattress as
our waves continued to take us over. He continued to move inside me
as he whispered my name on his lips. I couldn't get any more wrapped
around him then at that moment. There was no way I could let him go
now.
And even though I thought it'd never be possible to love a human more
than I all ready loved him... now, somehow, I was more in love with
him.
I sighed as his heart strummed through his chest against mine and he
smiled against my neck. I pressed my cheek against his soaked hair,
inhaling his sweet scent. There was no where else in the entire world
I'd rather be than right there with him.
After a few minutes, he slowly removed his body from mine and rolled
us over, to where I could lay my head on his chest and relax. I felt
happy. So new. Alive.
I heard him smile as his hand glided up and down my back in slow
general sweeps. He raised my hand up and kissed my palm, then my
wrist, then kissed the top of my head. I smiled to myself and looked up
at him. As soon as his eyes were on mine, I knew that this was meant
to be.
We stared into each other's eyes for a few moments, reliving our night.
When he spoke again, his voice was velvty smooth and more than
caring. "Are you happy?" he whispered.
I couldn't wipe the stupid smile off my face, of course I was happy. I
just beamed at him and nodded.
"So am I. I love you more than anything in this entire world, you know
that right?"
Okay, now my dorky smile got even bigger. I nodded again, biting my
lip.
I giggled and buried my face in his chest for a moment, then nodded
one last time. I couldn't speak, I was too elated.
Edward's breathing became more shallow and deep with time, and his
hand slowly stilled on my back. I closed my eyes, fantasizing about
what I would be dreaming about if I could at that moment. Him, of
course. And this night.
Right before I thought he was asleep, his voice became that sexy and
raspy sound again. "I'm so glad I waited for you, Bella."
All I could do was smile like a goon against his chest, nod in reply,
snake my arms around his body hoping to never let go, and finally,
soak in his breathing as he fell asleep.
There was nothing that could compare to this night. Words couldn't
describe, so I didn't try and bother with them.
As soon as the golden hot sun began to shine above the green-lit trees,
creating a ban of rays along our tangled bodies through the glass of his
bedroom windows, a wave of energy crashed over me. Everything that
occurred replayed in my head for the hundredth time, and as I looked
over to my right, seeing my sparkling arm trailed over his perfect tan
chest, and watching him breathe slowly while in a dream... I couldn't
help but smile.
After inhaling his scent greedily for one last time, I shot out of the bed,
threw on Edward's bronzed button down shirt from last night and
galloped down the steps. I heard his brothers and sisters come in
drunk and loud around four thirty this morning, and knew they'd still be
crashed out since it was only eight am now. Carlisle and Esme never
showed up last night, but they did call and leave a message on the
answering machine down stairs stating that they were fine and would
be home late tonight.
I scratched my head and tried to replay all the tv shows with food in it,
but nothing came to mind. Giving in, I ran to the front room and turned
on the tv, searching for the Food Network. Thankfully, the
infommercials were over and some older white haired lady was
explaing something other than breakfast food. No freakin' help.
So I just put the whole white thing in the pan and break it open while it
cooks? Trying that, I stuck the egg in the pan and turned on the heat.
Then I smashed it with my hand, causing the little white pieces to mix
with all the nasty thick stuff. Ew, that doesn't look right.
No, the shells don't go inside the food, you have to break it... I rinsed
out the pan and tried again, this time cracking the shell lightly with my
fingernail and popping the nasty film-like items. Of course, they stuck
to the pan quick, and turned brown before I could react. Burnt it. Great.
Try it again, Bella.
Finally, the yellow nasty stuff didn't burn. But what heat did I put it on?
I settled for the middle notch, because middle is not too cold and not
too hot. Should do okay.
How did I cook them, scrambled or with little orange circles in the
middle like you see on the movies? As I was trying to decide, the eggs
that laid there in a mixture of white and nasty yellow crop circles
started to get brown rings around it. I was burning it again! I sighed.
This was hard. Why couldn't I just cook it in the microwave? That
appeared to be the best bet. Simple and uncomplicated, right?
Deciding to try that, I stuck the new egg in in a plastic bowl and
shoved in in the microwave. Four minutes, that sounded good. I
guess...
POP!
Not even half that time, I heard a loud noise and rushed over to the
microwave to find it covered in exploding yellow and white gooey stuff.
Oops! I forgot to break the shell! I threw my head in my hands,
growling to myself. This cooking stuff is too complicated. I didn't like it.
I needed something with directions. I left the microwave door open and
dug through the cabinets, searching for some sort of breakfast food
item with vivid step-by-step instructions on the box. After fifteen
minutes of rummaging, I found it.
"Ah ha!" I shouted, jumping up and down. "Pancake mix! And all you
have to do is add water! Yes, this is perfect!"
The only other mess I made was when I tried to blend the mix and
water together, and didn't put the lid on the blender all the way. Some
of the cake batter exploded on Edward's shirt and in my hair. I washed
it off quickly from his shirt, afraid it'd stain it. After twenty minutes of
getting myself covered in batter, and four pancakes burnt to charcoal, I
finally achieved three that were looking half decent. I stuck a few lops
of butter on it, poured some syrup in a bowl beside it, and a glass of
orange juice, which he seemed to always like. Then I figured I needed
to go get a flower to decorate the tray with, and maybe write him a
little note. I was going for fancy, after all.
So I ran outside and picked the prettiest sunflower I could find. When I
was back inside, I hunted down a pen in Carlisle's study. Leaning over
the counter, I began my note. It took four scraps of crumbled paper to
get what I wanted to say out without sounding foolish or dumb. I mean,
how do you describe a feeling so incredible as the one he gave me last
night? How do I tell him about how content I was just lying beside him?
Dear Edward,
I've spent the past ten minutes trying to figure out how to
explain to what is floating around in my head, which is not an
easy thing to do, as you can imagine... I wanted to tell you
what it was like for me to watch you drifting to sleep with a
smile on your face. It amazed me, the way you continued to
hold onto my arm tight across your chest while you were
dreaming, as if you were trying to bring me along with you, to
a fairy-tale kingdom meant for only us. I've never been
surrounded by so much magic in my life. I cannot express this
in enough ways... There isn't a size that is capable of being
compared to the amount of love that I hold for you. Without
you, I don't exist in this world, because you're everything to
me. Thank you for giving me my life back. I've missed it, and I
love you.
For Eternity, Isabella.
He stood in front of me, wearing lose silver shorts over boxer briefs
and no shirt. The short, dark hair on his head messed every which way,
as if it had been yanked on, and the worse perverted expression was
planted firmly on his face. He shook his head slowly in his own thought
and didn't stop himself from taking in my appearance. "What's up?"
He smirked. "It looks like you set a food bomb off in the kitchen."
I swallowed hard and looked around. The microwave door was open
with dried up nasty goop dripping from it. There were pans and egg
shells along the stove, counter, and trash. The sink was filled with
more bowls. The stuff from the cabinets were placed everywhere, and
the mix from the blender was still on the ceiling and in my hair. "I-I'm
sorry, I'll clean it up."
"Are you cooking for just you and Edward, or for all of us?"
"Good." He smirked again and bit his bottom lip as his eyes zoned in on
Edward's shirt. "What's the occasion?"
I shrugged. "It's... Sunday?"
"Ahh, Thou Lord art watching. I wonder what he'd think of you wearing
that shirt... I bet he's not being too subtle about it. I almost hear the
cursing in the clouds."
I held my chin up, trying to refuse him from making me feel guilty. "I'll
be out of the kitchen now, and I'll be back down to clean the mess in a
few." I took the pancakes from under the light I created as a heat lamp,
stuck it on the tray with my note, along with the juice, flower, and
syrup, and brushed past him as quick as possible without making it too
obvious of how bad I wanted to get away from his stare.
I listened as he ran after me, stopping at the banister. "Hey, hey, Bella,
wait, I just have one question. Please?" I froze on the top of the second
set of stairs and looked down to him, showing him my annoyed
expression. "Yes?" He licked his lips slowly, looking up at me. "...Was it
good?"
If the Lord Himself was truly watching us right now, he would strike me
dead from the look I just gave him. I could almost picture the daggers
in his chest, in full detail. "You're such a jerk," I sputtered as I stormed
up the stairs and into Edward's bedroom, shutting the door behind me.
I heard Emmett laughing as he entered his bedroom, followed by
Rosalie growling and telling him to shut up, that he was being too loud
and she had a headache. But as soon as I focused in on Edward, laying
on his stomach with his arms stretched out on the bed and thin sheet
barely covering his back, all my frustrations went out the window.
I smiled and walked over to him, carefully sitting the tray on the
nightstand. He looked so peaceful and serene, it was almost a shame
to wake him. I sat beside him and ran my fingers through his swept
bronzed hair, smiling at his warmth that crossed my fingers. His
breathing was shallow, sounding almost like a newborn baby. I could
honestly stare at him like that forever, and not mind one bit. He was
glorious. As I continued to brush through his locks, he slowly began to
move, nuzzling his face in the pillow beneath him. He was slightly
sighing in his half-sleep daze, and then a crooked smile creased his
lips. It melted the ice around my heart instantly.
It was too quiet in the room, only the faint sound of his steady heart
and his shallow breaths surrounding me. I fingered his book shelves,
taking in his literature collection, pouring my focus over the thick
bindings. I heard the bed shuffling behind me in the echoing distance
of my mind, and tried to ignore it. But when two warm arms
surrounded my waist and a heated body covered with only a thin sheet
touched my back, I snapped back into reality.
After he finished eating and removed the tray from his legs, he snaked
his arms around my waist and pulled me to him, my chest to his,
covering us up in his warm covers. He held me against his body as his
hands began a slow teasing torture along the small of my back.
I sighed. "Tease."
"I'm going to brush my teeth. Would you care to join me, then maybe
take a shower with me?"
After we were rinsed, I all but again fought against his adorable eyes
as he undressed me, then picked me up to where my back was against
his chest, and he pulled me behind the glass shower door. The hot
water sizzled as it touched my cold skin, and steam heavily filled the
marble bathroom within seconds. We laughed and playfully flirted with
each other as we lathered our bodies up. He'd tickle me and torture
me with sudsy kisses, and I'd push him against the wall, pretending
like I wanted him to go away. Then he rolled his eyes in the back of his
head when I scrubbed the shampoo through his hair, and applied
kisses to my neck when he washed mine. We were completely in sync,
and the chemistry was beyond overwhelming with each kiss we made.
Every light touch between us continued the electric current feeling,
and all but overtook us completely.
But after we rinsed off, when he had his face in the water, and I went
to place my mine on his back, I paused.
There were fingernail marks lining in all areas along the length of his
back. The scratches weren't too deep to cause severe bleeding or
infections -- thank God for the both of us -- but definetly apparent with
their red and white bubbled colors. I glanced down his body, and found
large but faint bruises on the sides of his hips, in the exact positions of
where my knees would go as I pulled him against me last night.
"Oh my God!" I clapped my hands over my mouth, backing away from
him quick, until I hit the wall, knocking over a few bottles. Edward flung
his body around, his eyes wide in shock and concern. "Bella, what is
it?" I pointed at his body, trying to fight back a scream. "Look!" was all
I managed to say. Edward looked down his stomach, holding his hands
wide in the air. "What? What is it? Bella? What?" I continued to thrust
my shaken finger at him, as I began to hyperventilate. He did a slight
twirl, trying to figure out what I was pointing at.
"I-I hurt you!" I gasped too loudly. "I'm so sorry, I-I didn't mean to! I-I
di-"
"No you're not! Edward, look at your hips! Your back! Oh my God!" I
covered my face and sunk down to the ground, curling myself in a fetal
position.
I should have known this was too good to true. I should have thought
about this before I tried so carefree like to seduce him! Even when I'm
nervous and shy, I still managed to hurt the one person I cared about
more than anything else! This isn't happening, this isn't happening.
Again, I tried to look away but he just clasped my face with both his
hands, and yanked me forward, to where I was on my knees in front of
him. "Edward, stop!" I shouted, afraid I'd hurt him somehow by pulling
away too harsh. "You're not okay!"
I nodded as my face turned sour and my lip began to quiver. "Yes and
I'm so sor-"
"Noo, that's not what I wanted to hear. Do you love me, yes or no?"
I swallowed. "Y-Yes."
His voice was still deep but a bit calmer now. "Then listen to me. You
didn't hurt me. I hadn't even realized the marks until you pointed them
out. They are only tiny scratches and faint bruises, and they probably
won't even last the rest of the day. It's no big deal. I-"
I cut him off. "No big deal?" I shouted, trying to pull away from him but
wincing as I was afraid to hurt him still. "How can you say that?
Edward, it's a huge deal!"
His hand covered my mouth again. "It's exactly the same. Now come
here, I'm not done with you yet." He pulled me deeper into his
embrace, kissing my neck vigorously. I threw my fingers into his hair,
sighing against his body. "I just love you so much, and don't ever want
to hurt you."
"Promise me."
"Okay."
As he pulled his face away, the water cascading over our bodies freely,
he smiled at me, and I noticed that hood filled expression in his eyes. I
felt it begin to overwhelm me, and I trembled in his touch. Though I
was afraid I'd hurt him again, my desire was too strong, and I couldn't
help but to give in. I just made sure to not use my nails this time... or
grip onto his waist too hard with my knees.
Within seconds, our bodies crashed into each other, and we were
creating more steam in that all ready heated bathroom.
"Hey, Bella!" Charlie rose from the couch, smiling to me as Edward and
I walked into the door. "Fancy seeing you here within daylight hours."
Oh God.
"How are you doing today, Sir?" Edward beamed at him, as he ran his
thumb along the back of my hand.
I had been nervous about bringing him over here today. But Carlise
and Esme aren't predicted to be home until late tonight, and with the
rest of Edward's brothers and sisters nursing hangovers and rotating
groans and curse words, we decided we needed to go show Charlie we
were a permanent packaged deal. Plus we couldn't bare the sound of
Emmett throwing up in the bathroom any longer.
Edward didn't hesitate to laugh on the way over here, cocky grin on his
face. "Your dad can't read minds, can he?" he asked, clearly amused.
I turned my face away from him, feeling too giddy and girly to hold a
straight face. "No, he can't read minds. Thank God."
I held my laugh back as I wrapped my arm around his waist. "Dad, can
we sit, or do you have company coming over or something?"
I pulled Edward along the tiny room and plopped down on the couch.
"Ahh, so what have you been doing today?"
Charlie took his residence on his favorite plush recliner. "Just watching
the game."
"Who is playing?" Edward asked, relaxing into the atmosphere like he's
been here a million times before. Typical Edward. Easy to adjust.
Edward groaned, covering his face with his hands. "God, help you. I'm
sorry you're torturing yourself that way."
Edward smirked. "Not even if they were the last team on Earth."
Edward and Charlie sunk into a deep conversation about the best
teams in baseball history, while I sat quietly and ran my fingers along
his warm palm. It amazed me to find the love of my life, who's also a
human, talking so comfortably with my other protector, a police chief,
otherwise known as my father. And a vampire... And the relaxed
expression on Edward's face almost confused me, since he just took
my virginity -- me willing, of course -- mere hours before this.
But oh, if Charlie only knew what was playing in both of our heads
behind his back. The scars would be permanent. Even for me.
After two boring hours of baseball games and the interrogation of Dad
asking Edward about his plans for his life, what he likes about me,
what his intentions are -- smirk -- with his daughter, so on so forth, I
ordered a pizza for Edward for dinner.
"What?" Edward smirked, too adorably for his own good. "I'm a growing
man."
Charlie busted out laughing, throwing his head back against the
recliner. "Better food than pot, I guess."
After he finished eating and went to use the bathroom, I decided to pull
Charlie in the kitchen for a father-daughter discussion.
"Hey Dad, is it all right if Edward stays over tonight? That way we can
just ride to school together tomorrow?" Charlie raised an suspicious
eyebrow at me, so I figured I needed to explain myself better. "See,
Carlisle and Esme are out of town, and I don't feel that comfortable
leaving Edward by himself, with the whole Victor situation under our
noses."
Charlie sighed, hands on hips. "Bella, I told you not to worry about
Victor being around here. I shouldn't have even told you, if I would
have known this was how you were going to react. You have nothing to
fear with Victor. He most likely doesn't even know we're here."
"But Dad, he's here. That's all it takes to make me worried. I love
Edward, so I want to make sure we protect him. I mean, isn't that your
job, to protect the innocent?"
Charlie squinted his eyes, studying me more. "You know this could end
bad, Bella..."
I swallowed hard, inhaling deep. "I'll do what it takes."
"Yes."
"Do you love my daughter, Edward?" There was no beating around the
bush with Charlie.
Charlie shook his head. "Knowing what we -- Bella and I -- are, could
complicate things if you two don't work out. People could find out. We
would have to leave. Plus, her being... her, and you being a young
human boy... I just..." He sighed. "I'm worried."
I walked over to Edward, winding my arm tight around his waist. It was
time to break out the big guns, spoken very rarely between Charlie and
I. "Dad, I love you. You know I do. And I love Edward. You guys are all I
have in this world. And Edward and I are going to work out. He's
permanent in my life, Dad. He said it himself. And he would never
expose us, regardless."
"But!" Charlie shouted, standing back to his feet and raising a finger.
"Don't think this is going to be easy. You guys are going to have to
make multiple sacrifices for each other, things you can never imagine.
I want you to know what you're getting yourselves into, the both of
you. Never forget who you are in this relationship. Never forget that
Bella could always snap, and hurt you, Edward."
Edward shook his head, holding me against his chest. "I understand
what you're saying, Charlie. We'll never forget, but we won't dwell on
our differences, either."
"Yeah?"
Edward was peacefully kept downstairs on the pull out couch. I couldn't
help but want to be down there with him.
The one thing that sucks about your Dad being a vampire and not
needing to sleep? You cannot sneak downstairs and see your boyfriend
very sucessfully. I tried three times to get down the steps to him after
three this morning, but since Charlie can see through walls, I didn't
even make it to the banister on the wall before he called, "Bella,
bedroom."
The third time, I tried to sneak out my bedroom window, but again, he
knew it before I even got the window open.
He sighed through his bedroom door. "Over my dead body, which may
take awhile. Besides, you may be older physically, but definetly not
with your temper tantrums. You are still a seventeen year old girl to
me, and that means: you guessed it. No boys in the bedroom."
"Oh... That makes sense." He shrugged and turned around. "If it is all
right, I'll just make me some eggs?"
I nodded. "Eat all of it, if you want. It's not like it'll harm us any."
Once he ate and took his seat across from me at the table, he smiled,
staring intensely in my eyes. "You look extremely beautiful."
I beamed. "Thank you. It took me all night to look like this. You don't
think I look like a poser?"
He chuckled, leaning the chair back on two legs. "Not at all. The guys
are going to be so jealous of me." He winked at me. "Like always, when
I have you next to me."
"You're stunning."
"Are you excited to head back to work and hang out with your good
buddy, Jim?" I asked sarcastically.
"Tou shay," I giggled as Edward and I rose to our feet. Edward said his
polite thank you's and we grabbed our bags, heading out to the cars.
"Which one would you like to take?" He asked me, eyebrows arched.
"Uh, let's take yours. All the girls seem to love yours more. And I'll love
seeing their faces when I get out of it with you."
He chuckled, opening the door for me. "You're so evil."
"I know."
But when we pulled into the crowded parking lot, I couldn't help but
feel giddy watching all the girls staring at his car. I heard all too well
their many conversations in the halls, talking about how perfect
Edward was, and how they all wanted to be in the backseat of that car
with him.
Yet, it was me who graced the passenger seat. I smiled to myself when
he parked, allowing Emmett's personality to wash over me. This is
fucking great!
He threw his arm around my waist, pulling me to him and nuzzling his
face into my neck. "You are very welcome," he hummed as he grazed
his nose into my skin. "God, you smell so good. Mmm. I couldn't sleep
well last night. I had this unhinged need to sneak upstairs and bury my
face into your hair and neck, but knew Charlie would castrate me." I
giggled and took his hand, allowing him to pull me to his waist, so he
could throw his arm over my shoulders when we walked toward the
door. "Everyone is staring at us," I said, suddenly feeling like a poser in
this outfit. He leaned into our embrace, whispering in my ear. "Let
them."
Edward walked us up the stairs to our lockers, greeting all his friends
with nods or handshakes as he passed. But he never let me go. Just
squeezed me tighter when certain people stared at me like I had two
heads. Alice and Jasper were a few lockers down, talking to a few guys
from the baseball team. Edward pulled me in front of him and leaned
against the locker door, pinning me with his arms. "I don't know how I
am going to get through this day with you in that outfit," he whispered
in my ear. "I haven't even been here five minutes and it is killing me."
I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him closer to me. "Well,
there's always a janitor's closet or bathroom we can sneak into later, if
you want." His eyes widened as he took an inch back. "Isabella Swan,
what has gotten into you?" I smirked, rubbing his back. "You, mostly." I
winked. "Plus the fact that I finally feel free to have an actual life, and I
want to enjoy all the trouble I can get into while I can." He arched his
eyebrows, leaning back into me. "Janitors closet, huh?" I stifled a laugh
and nodded. "Feeling up for it?"
I licked his lips and giggled as I watched his eyes widen and listened to
him growl at me. "You're killing me," he spoke, still raspy. "First period
is going to be a bitch."
Jasper walked over to us, seemingly amused by our lusty embrace. "Yo,
dude. Ready for class?" Edward removed his lips from mine slightly,
turning his face so I could press my lips to his cheek and he could eye
Jasper down. "Well, I suppose so," he replied hastily, causing Jasper to
giggle and look at his feet. "Don't worry," Jasper replied, hiding a sheep
grin. "She'll be here when you get out."
Reluctantly, I allowed Jasper to yank Edward away from my grip, as
Alice came over to me, looking chipper as ever. "I was going to wait
and ask you when I had more time alone with you, but I can't help it,"
she gushed, moving closer to me. "You guys totally did it, didn't you?"
I pursed my lips together, trying to figure out how to deny it or tell her
it wasn't any of her business. But then I realized that it was her who
helped me get through the whole thing, and my smile couldn't be
hidden any longer. She jumped up and down, covering her mouth with
wide eyes. "I knew it, I knew it!" She shouted under her palm. "Oh my
gosh, you have to write me a letter and tell me everything. Promise?"
I swallowed and nodded at her. Why not? I was living dangerous, after
all. I might as well be a girl and gush a little.
English and Calculus were very strange today, with all the boys
gawking at me and most of the girls throwing awkward glances or
invisible daggers at my head. I wrote Alice the dang letter, skipping the
vivid and too-personal-to-share details, and gave just enough that
she'd be satisfied. I told her about how my plan to seduce him started,
and how careful and sweet he was. Not to mention my inability to stop
gushing about his several different type of crooked smiles or kissing
techniques. And I had to include my most favorite part, when he put
his forehead to mine to make sure I was okay. It was the best ever.
Non-replaceable and genuine. Very Edward-like.
After entering third period Art, I couldn't help but notice Jessica's glum
appearance as she didn't look up at me when I took my seat. Very UN-
Jessica like.
I fidgeted as I picked the perfect shade of blue, and sighed out loud
toward Jessica. "Are you all right?"
She snapped her head sideways, glaring at me. "What's with you,
Bella? It seems like Edward has completely transformed you into an
Julia-Barbie-Doll-Wannabee.
She scoffed, drawing roughly on her paper. "I'm sure Edward's all
ready done that for you," she mumbled to herself, to where no other
human would be able to hear her, including me, if I were one. I sighed,
ignoring that comment.
After a few minutes, she spoke again, voice still angry. "You're not you
anymore, Bella. You're freakin' showing up at baseball games with
those two girls in a stupid slutty outfit, you barely speak to us in the
halls anymore, you are always with him these past few months. I heard
you got into a fight with Julia, who by the way, ended up putting your
name in the school paper for hostility at the game Saturday night. And
on top of all it, you're making out hardcore in the school hall with the
school's hottest freaking guy in history, which is so un-Bella like, and
you act like you're one of them!"
I stared at her in disbelief, trying to figure out when the hell she
became so observant in my life. "Geesh, Jess, if I didn't know any
better, I'd think you liked Edward or something."
Her eyes locked up and she looked back to her desk hastily. "Liked is
the past tense..."
Now it was my turn to scoff at her. "What are you talking about?"
She glared at me again, as if I were the scum on the earth. "Let's just
say that before you two got too close, Edward and I did first."
I jerked my shoulders back, my mouth hanging open. "You're lying."
"Am I? Don't you find it rather odd that I knew that much about him
from the start?"
"Oh wake the fuck up, Bella!" she spat through her teeth, not caring
that we were catching student's attention around us. "You're so naive.
So innocent. I knew about him before school even started! That's when
I found out all that information. We hung out, went to the movies. I
showed him around, introduced him to some people. But I didn't want
the school to think I was a typical whore to go after the new player of
the school, so I said a little white lie, to hide it until I knew what was
going on with Edward and I, which is now apparently nothing, since you
and your fake attitude, slutty wardrobe, and teased hair stepped into
the picture."
"What, you think I didn't like him?" she asked sarcastically. "Everyone
here knew, Bella. I mean, I have four classes with him. Not to
mention...--" she cut herself off as she dug her cell phone out. She
pushed several buttons and then shoved the phone in my face. "-- this
text message he sent me, asking me if I was going to his practice and
meet up with him later. Oh yeah, and that is his phone number, which
he programmed himself."
"Yes!" she glared at me. "He even told Ashley to ask me if I was going
to Mike Newton's party that night about three months back. You know,
the one you so casually took him to? He asked me to be there with
him, Bella! Me! And then, when you left the party, I was the one who
nursed him back to health. I was the one who took care of him, who
danced with him, who took him home. And then you were gone for a
whole week and a half with your Dad in the mountains, I was the one
who hung out by his locker. He even walked me to my classes."
"And to top things off," she spoke lower, more bitter. "I thought you
and I were friends. And last time I checked, friends don't do that to
girls when they like someone."
"Yeah well it's too late now. You love him, remember? You're wearing
his fucking ring."
She smirked, shaking her head. "Figures. I should have known you'd be
like this. So shy and closed up for so many years, and then BANG! One
night with Edward Cullen and it changes everything. Well, welcome to
the club."
I stared at the clock in protest, waiting for this minute and a half to
pass so the bell would ring. My voice trembled as I spoke the uttering
words. "Did you guys... do anything?"
It felt like all the weight that had been lifted off of my chest and body,
all the worries and confusion and armor I had lifted just a half an hour
before that had been taken away as I fell in love with Edward, slowly,
within these past four months, had all crashed back on me with full
force.
She stared blankly into my eyes for a few moments then nodded, as if
she didn't understand the question.
"Was Edward a virgin before me?" I spit out at her, unable to hold it
back any longer. "Or is he a player? Did he hook up with Jessica
fucking Stanley?"
Rosalie shook her head, her curly locks flowing around her shoulders
and my legs. "He didn't sleep with Jessica, Bella. I promise you that."
"Bella that's insane!" she shouted, gripping my face in her hands. "Are
you crazy? Oh my God, no. Not at all! Bella, please listen to me.
Edward has only been with one female, heart and soul, and that's you.
Do you understand me? That boy is crazy for you, has been since the
day he first laid eyes on you when you showed him his locker. He's
hooked, Bella. I'm talking about insanity, one hundred percent in love."
She giggled, giving me a brief hug before wiping her fingers under my
eyes to fix the smears. "Oh Bella. You're such a typical, silly,
uncoordinated, beautiful, insecure human girl."
After a few more minutes, I picked myself off the ground and adjusted
my outfit. "Oh Rosalie," I muttered under my breath as she turned and
removed the trash can to open the door. "If you only knew."
Fourth period sucked. There's no other way to describe it. I spent the
entire hour distracted, internally pounding my head about how stupid I
could be to ever think that Edward wouldn't tell me the truth about
that. He was in love with me, for Christ's sakes! Whole heartedly.
Permanent, as he explained. And we shared something with each other
that was only meant for each other.
So why in the hell did I let Jessica Stanley, my now former friend, get to
me this way? Because I'm stupid. That's why. Because I should have
saw through her feeble attempts to bring me down, misunderstanding
every single nice gesture Edward gave to her when I was gone.
I sighed as the bell rang, and drug my feet to the lunch room, where I
knew he'd be waiting for me. I lingered my steps, beating myself up for
not having enough faith him at that moment, when I needed to have it
the most. I saw Jessica sitting with Ashley and Julia, and their entire 20-
girl posse. I noticed Rosalie and Alice giggling as they looked at
Rosalie's phone, and Emmett sneaking up behind them, scaring them
both that they screamed and slapped him. Then I saw Jasper and
Edward laughing as they entered the lunch room from the opposite
door as me.
Edward looked over and saw me, his eyes lighting up with a huge
crooked smile on his face. I sighed, and forced a smile back to him. I'm
such a bitch, I thought to myself. He's in love with me. Forever. Why
would I ever doubt that?
He jogged into the lunch room, snaking his arms around me and lifting
me from the ground. "I missed you!" he shouted, spinning me in a
slight circle in front of the entire student body like he just won the
lottery. I buried my face into his shoulders, inhaling his scent, praying
that it'd snap me back into my honeymoon state. "I missed you too." I
replied gleemly. Because I felt like shit. Still.
He pulled his head back, still keeping my body against his chest and
my feet suspended from the ground. "What's wrong?"
I nodded against his chest, hiding my face in his shirt. I didn't care that
we were the target of the lunch room. "Did you do other stuff with
her?"
"It was the night of Mike Newton's party. After you left, I tried to figure
out the whole accident thing, and failed miserably. I couldn't get you
off my mind, not even for a single second. So she told me that she
knew you well, and she could give me some pointers if I wanted to
snag a girlfriend like you. We danced a couple songs after I became
obliterated on Tequila, and then she said she'd drive me home so we
could talk more. She walked me to my front door because I couldn't
even walk straight. I was beyond gone at that point, replaying your
face and the accident on repeat in my head. It was if you had put a
spell on me. I never felt so passionately about anyone before... Emmett
and Jessica helped me up the three flights of stairs to my bedroom so I
wouldn't wake Carlisle and Esme up. Then Emmett said he'd leave us
alone to 'do our thing', which I'm sure is what he thought happened.
Jessica helped me change, and I was too drunk to figure out what was
going on stop her. Then she covered me up, and --"
He cut himself off to sigh loudly, shaking his head in what looked like
disgust.
"-- and as she was doing it, the moonlight hit her dark hair a certain
way, and I thought about you. So I called her "Sweet Bella," because
you were on my mind, and pulled her to me so that I could kiss her.
Because I thought she was you. Because every single thought in my
mind from the moment I woke up to the moment I went to bed had you
in it. So I kissed her, and she let me kiss her, let me believe she was
you. But nothing else happened, I swear it. I passed out."
I absorbed his words carefully, letting them dwell into my chest as the
armor lifted right back up and off me, replacing it with a twinge of guilt
for over-reacting, and a lot more love for him. "Is that why Emmett said
I'd be in your bed by next week or whatever, at your baseball practice?
Because he helped Jessica get you to your room and left you guys in
there?"
"Yes."
I jumped up, throwing my arms around hims to hug him tight. "Please
forgive me," I sighed into his ear in a demanding way. "Please,
please?"
I shook my head in the crook of his neck, greedily inhaling him in. "It's
okay. And you can be a stalker obsessed with me all you want. I want
you to be. I want you to only be in love with me."
He placed me back to my feet, cradling me in his hands and applying
the most sensual, slow, sexy kiss I had ever received by him. I melted
into his body and soaked in every second of that kiss, enjoying him
lingering on my tongue and my taste buds like it was a religion. I ran
my fingers in his hair, pulling his face closer to mine so I could deepen
the kiss more. He complied, his tongue meeting mine with the same
needed force.
Then I felt a tap on my shoulder, and sighed into his mouth, pissed off
that someone was ruining our moment. I dropped my hands from his
neck and turned around, having the sudden need to punch the first
person I saw standing behind me, whether they deserved it or not.
Julia stood there, in a jeweled jean skirt and white tank top, her hair
half up, half down, beaming at me like I was her best friend. I curled
my fingers into a fist, but felt Edward grasp his hand over my palm,
holding me down as he jerked my back to his chest.
She cleared her throat. "I wanted to apologize for the other night, and
invite the happy couple to a party at my house on Friday. Call it a truce
and all that?"
I glared at her for a few moments too long, causing her to stir on her
feet. Edward rubbed my sides and placed his chin to my shoulder,
pulling me completely against him and wrapping his arms around my
waist. "That's nice of you, Julia," he said calmly. "We'll be there."
"Why not?"
"Bella, you're not making any sense, you are aware of this right? Why
can't we just t-"
"NO!" I shouted louder, not caring that his family heard me. I'm sure by
the lengthy arguement that they are aware something is wrong with
us.
Edward climbed off of his bed, his face seeming redder by the second
with his anger. I could hear his heartbeat at Charlie's house from here,
I'm sure.
"No, that's being stubborn. You're being ridiculous because you won't
even hear me out. This is what relationships are all about,
compromise."
"No, because this isn't a subject for compromising." I said, walking over
toward his window. "So just drop it."
"I'm leaving. I'm not going to stand here and argue with you over
something so fooli-"
He cut me off, jerking me toward him. "Wait, don't go! Please, just...
We can figure this out."
I pushed him away, not enough to hurt him of course, but enough for
him to let go of me. "Edward. Listen to me. You know that I love you
more than anything else in this entire world and that I want to be with
you forever. But what is wrong with you growing up like a normal
human, and me being there with you the whole time?! What's wrong
with that?"
We have been doing so well all week long. Spending time with his
family, studying, hanging out with Charlie, having fun at school, going
to his practices... But tonight, after a conversation with Carlisle and
Esme, everything changed.
Carlisle had been talking to us about the family he spent time with last
weekend during his lifeline, and how distraught the father was that his
wife was laying in bed in dire need of a heart transplant. He was telling
us how Joe -- that was his name -- said when he met his wife, they
began by having what they originally thought was a one-night stand,
but ended up falling head over heels in love with each other. Four
weeks later she found out she was pregnant, six months later they
were married, and now, twelve years later, they had three beautiful
kids together and had the hallmark card type of life. Carlisle explained
that Joe treated Marilyn -- the wife -- like it was their first date every
single day. He'd pick roses for her on Sundays, take her to the same
restaurant for their anniversary, said that they were very active in their
children's lives... Carlisle said he showed Esme all their pictures they
brought at the hospital, and you could see the physical spark in their
eyes when they were side by side in a photograph. They had it, and it
was all around them.
Carlisle said that when he walked into that hospital room that first
night to meet the family and explain the expense of the surgery, his
heart broke. Joe had been kneeling on the floor at the foot of her bed,
praying with his head down, asking the Lord to take him instead if he
must take somebody. He was begging him, saying that their family
didn't work if it was broken. He was asking God what he could do to
make it right, and begging him to give him any type of sign that things
would be okay... Esme said she didn't even know them, but she was so
affected by what he was asking that she knelt beside him and prayed
with him, placing her hand on his back and crying right along side him.
She explained that she could feel the heart breaking of a complete
stranger, coarsing from his blood into her palm. She said as she sat
there with him for over an hour, letting him get all of it out, she felt like
her entire body was ripping at the seams.
That's why they stayed those extra days. After the surgery was a
success, Carlisle stuck around until she woke up, and had a long
conversation with them. He told Joe that their family was an inspiration
to many around the world, because it didn't matter how someone
meets, or how long they were together before they became serious...
when it's true love, it's instant. Carlisle told us that people are too
quick to let it pass them by because they're afraid that it's too sudden,
or that it's a casual fling because of the circumstance... and Esme cut
in, stating that it broke her heart to think about all those missed
opportunities of love because they'd let other people's opinions get in
the way of their own happiness...
"Edward, I'm sorry. You know that if it were any other way, if there was
some way for me to change back, I'd do it in a heartbeat."
He swung his body around, his cheeks flushed, his arms hanging to his
sides as he studied my expression in silence.
"But..." I continued with a hard swallow. "I refuse to end your life. You
have a family here. One that loves you very much, and I know they're
not your biological parents, but they're still your mom and dad."
"No, it's fine." he said, sitting in the leather couch by his window. "I get
it. I'm not going to force you to do anything you wouldn't want to do."
I studied his expression for a few minutes. "Are you sure you're not
upset with me?"
"No, I am upset with you. But I understand your reasons. It's fine."
"...Okay."
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That was the first evening all week that we didn't make love. Instead,
we hung out downstairs, playing pool with his siblings until eleven
o'clock, and then got ready for the party that I didn't want to go to.
Alice chose for me to wear some white hip-huggers, a black tank top,
and black shoes. My hair was down and straight, and Rosalie played up
my makeup in whites and blacks as she discussed with me how happy
she was that I gave her my Cheerleading spot, especially now that she
doesn't get along with Ashley Gwinn. She says it's like her birthday
every practice when she gets to make fun of her!
Alice chose to wear dark blue leather pants, a white shirt, and she
curled her hair into tiny twists. Rosalie chose the shortest blue jean
shorts possible, with a cut up tank top, and boots. She pulled it off
though, looking like a sex-kitten out of a magazine with her curly hair
and bold eyeliner. She said she wanted to make sure Emmett stayed
around her the entire time, and she was certain this outfit would do the
trick. I almost decided to join her in the skimpy-outfit scandal, since I
knew there would be plenty of girls at the party who would be pining
for my spot.
I was silent during the car ride. We all squeezed in Alice's red car,
Jasper and Emmett in the front seat, with Rosalie, Alice, and Edward in
the backseat, me on his lap. They were all discussing this past week at
school, but all I could think about was how wrong I felt it was for me to
be going to this party. Something wasn't settling well in my stomach,
more intense with every mile we took toward Julia's house. And as we
pulled up to the white, two-story house, my stomach all but fell out of
my body. I was trembling as we climbed out, and as Jasper pulled Alice
under his arm and she released my hand to walk with him, I felt more
sick.
Jasper left the door open for us as the four of them disappeared into
the laughter of students, the hip hop music, and the empty, red plastic
cups on the porch. I held my breath as we entered the party, and once
the music flashed through our ears as we walked past the speakers by
the door, I gripped him tighter. He kept his arm around my shoulders
as he greeted a few of his teammates, high-fiving them or giving them
nods of silent hellos. Angela turned and waved to me, but Eric wouldn't
let her go to walk over by me. I waved back in understanding, refusing
to let go of Edward either.
"What's the matter, Angel?" he asked, dipping his head low to look at
me. There was a stint of beer smell coming from his best from the six
and a half beers he drank, but it didn't bother me at all that he was
drinking, or trying to have a good time.
"Yes and no," I replied, in a shrug of defeat. I knew if I said yes, he'd
leave in a heartbeat for me. But I didn't want to do that because I
didn't want to ruin his night.
"Bella, if you're not feeling well, just tell me and we'll go. No questions
asked."
I pulled in my lips as I looked up at him, finding his big green eyes filled
with nothing but concern for me and love. "I'm really trying," I
whispered, turning my head slightly. "I want you to have a good time."
I sighed. "How about I go home then? I can hang out with Charlie for
awhile... I know Emmett said he'd make sure you were safe, so I
wouldn't worry about that..."
"No Bella. You're not leaving me, and I'm not leaving you. Ever, do you
understand? If one leaves, we both leave."
Jasper came walking outside, holding three cups between his fingers as
he strolled toward us. "Hey happy couple," he said, lifting the cups in
the air. "Have a drink with me."
I looked at the red cup filled with the nasty beer, then up at Edward.
"She has a stomach ache," Edward said, covering for me. "She's
probably not going to drink tonight."
"I'm glad," she said, smiling wide. "Now, I'm going to go get us all a
shot, and we can take it as an announcement of new friendship! Be
right back!"
"Hang on!" she said, cutting him off as she ran inside the house.
After a few more minutes of relaxing, Julie came running back out with
a few of Edward's teammates from the bar, carrying a tray of red and
blue jello-shots. "Now, everyone take one, no questions asked."
How much can one shot hurt me? I thought to myself. It's going to be
disgusting as hell, but it'll make me look like a team player. Just do it,
Bella.
Julia raised her shot cup up in the air, and the rest of us following suit.
"Here's to a new friendship with the beautiful Bella Swan, and here's to
Fork's High's hottest baseball player in history-"
"Damn Julia!" Alice shouted, coughing and patting her chest. "What the
hell was that?!"
"It's called 911," she replied, beaming proud, hands on hips. "It's got
six different shots in it. It's enough to fuck you up, let's put it that
way."
Edward chugged the rest of his beer, shaking his head as he pulled me
back against his chest. "I cannot believe you did that," he whispered in
my ear, sending chills through my suddenly relaxed frame.
I smiled, rubbing my face into his right arm. "It's okay. I'm starting to
feel better now."
"Are you?"
I nodded, smiling against his shirt. I didn't expect alcohol to affect me,
since I didn't have a heartbeat to bounce through my bloodstream. But
I what I should have realized is, there's still blood in my body, but no
way to release it, which means I'd be on an ultimate rush for a few
hours, until that old blood I hunted with and absorbed died down, when
I went to hunt again. So I could just hunt after the party, and
everything would be normal. Piece of cake.
But as I stood here, laughing with Alice and Jasper, watching Edward
and his teammates joking and having fun, I realized that maybe this
party wouln't be too bad after all.
It's been over and hour and a half since we arrived here. I'm still on my
high from my single shot, almost to the point to where all the lights in
my vision seem to double and sharpen, and it's beginning to hurt my
eyes a little. Edward and his siblings had consumed about a total of a
full liquor cabinet, Edward alone about three shots and eleven beers.
He kept saying no, but as his teammates and friends and then their
friends, and then those friends's friends pushed him, he caved in and
took them. I told him I'd let him know if he started acting weird, but he
surprisingly seemed to handle his alcohol well. And I noticed that it
made him extremely affectionate. VERY affectionate.
"I'm the slut?!" Ashley shouted back to her, kicking and screaming in
Scott's arms. "Me?! Take a look around, you fucking skank! These are
my friends, this is Julia's party. You're the one who doesn't belong
here, in your skanky ass shorts and blonde hair. Emmett doesn't
probably even want you, you fat bitch!"
"Oh you keep talking, mother fucker!" Rosalie shouting, her white shirt
ripping by the grasps as the boys kept trying to hold her back. "KEEP
TALKING! Give me one more reason to knock you the fuck out, because
it's going to happen!"
As these two kept shouting, Edward ran over to Emmett to get him to
calm down enough so the guys would release him, leaving me holding
Alice's hands.
Jasper ran over to Rosalie, picking her up from behind and yanking her
away from the three guys that were holding her. "Calm down!" He
shouted, jerking her backward. "I understand why you're pissed, but
your clothes are fucking ripping, and you're going to end up fucking
naked at this party."
Alice and I walked over there to help Jasper, and he ended up having to
drag her on her butt to hold her down. Alice ran behind him to talk to
her in her ear, while I crouched down in front of her, trying to cover her
up with Edward's jacket he gave me moments before this fight broke
out.
Julia ran in, holding some guy's hand, and she started freaking out.
"What the hell is going on here?! What happened, Ashley?!"
Ashley pointed to us on the floor, saying "They started it! I got punched
in the mother fucking face!"
Now that I glanced up at Ashley, I did notice that Rose got a good
punch right below Ashley's left eye, and it was all ready swelling and
bruising.
"I should have known!" Julia shouted, running in the middle of their
attempts to kill each other. She began shouting over the music, and
over everyone else who were screaming at this point.
"I should have known that you had something to do with this!" -- and
when she said that, she didn't point to Rosalie. She pointed to me. --
"Here I was, trying to make friends with you, as requested by Jasper,
and this is how you repay me?! By starting fights with my best friend?
In MY HOUSE?! I don't get you, Bella!"
Edward tried to cut in, telling her it wasn't me, but Julia wouldn't listen
to him, as she continued to shout. I saw Edward's shirt get ripped as he
was struggling to get to me, but I couldn't make out what he was
screaming because all I heard was her, and this:
"Why couldn't you just stay where you were? It's clear that you don't
belong here! We don't care about how much makeup you stick on your
nasty, pale face, or how new your clothes are! Everyone in the halls,
for the past four years straight, did nothing but talk about how you
were a skank and a whore and a nasty ass bitch who'd never have a
boyfriend! That you were nothing in this school! And then you decide
to go fuck with Cullen, the best guy we've had at this school, drive his
reputation clear into the dirt, and you're still not happy?! Wake the
fuck up, Bella! You're nothing! You aren't even human! You're a
FREAK!"
I saw red.
Then I jumped.
The next thing I knew, I was lying on the kitchen floor on my back.
There were horrifying screams as people began shuffling around us,
running to and from the kitchen. I couldn't make out any of their
words. I heard myself hissing and I could smell blood at a really close
proximaty. I was being held down on the floor by Edward, Jasper, and
Emmett, with my hands restrained above my head and Jasper was
sitting on my legs. I couldn't listen to anything they were saying. I saw
their mouths moving, but suddenly, it was as if I was deaf.
All I could think about was the heart beats surrounding me from
different bodies, and that strange smell of blood still being surrounding
me, as if it were right under my nose. I felt my head shaking from left
to right in a fast manor, like I was trying to shake off something, and I
couldn't stop.
Then I watched as Edward ripped off the remains of his black sweater,
bunching it up and lifting my head. I saw his lips moving as he began
to cover my mouth and my nose with it, really tight to where a human
couldn't breathe as he wrapped it around my head. I still couldn't hear
him speaking.
In that instant, everyone else was out of the kitchen, and Edward's
voice started echoing into my head. "She's okay! She's okay, it's
nothing! Jasper, I swear, it wasn't what you were thinking! We just
have to get her up, get her out of here! Now!"
I felt my body being lifted from the ground, and I realized I was in
Emmett's strong, wide arms. He grabbed the back of my head, pushing
it in his neck, but Edward yelled at him, and he yanked my head back
instantly. I couldn't hear what Edward was saying as his voice began to
phase in and out, but I noticed that Emmett made sure not to rest my
head on his neck now. Instead, he hand his hand on my right cheek,
caressing it.
Her ran with me in his arms, and over his left shoulder, I saw Jasper
running, carrying Alice in his arms behind us, and Edward with Rose in
his arms.
Everyone else climbed in the car at that second, and we were peeling
out, Edward behind the wheel. Jasper and Emmett were in the
backseat with me, while Alice sat on Rosalie's lap in the passenger
seat.
"She's not breathing!" Jasper shouted, and I noticed his hand was on
my chest. "Edward, I'm not even feeling a fucking heartbeat!"
"She's okay!" Edward screamed back to him, jerking the car to a hard
right as he pulled onto the highway. I could hear sirens from behind us,
but they too began to fade in and out.
Alice let out a sound of pain from her throat, and from my blurry vision,
I watched as she covered her chest. "Oh my God, do you think Julia is
all right?!"
"Well if you weren't fucking starting shit, none of this would have
happened!" Edward countered.
I looked up and saw Emmett breathing really hard through his nose,
not saying anything as he continued to stroke my head and hold me
securely in his lap. His eyes remained on the front seat only.
"Carlisle's going to get called!" Jasper yelled. "He's the best doctor,
he's going to find out about this!"
Edward sped up even faster, plowing through a graveled back road. "I
don't care!"
I heard Alice sobbing painfully, and it looked like she was leaning with
her head against the front dash.
"Edward! I'm looking right the fuck at her, and she's awake, and in
hysterics, and there's no fucking heartbeat!"
Emmett slapped his hand away, covering my neck with his index
finger. "It's right here, Jasper! I feel it, so shut up!"
"Where?!"
Then the brakes were being slammed, and Alice shuffled out of the
passenger seat, throwing up right outside the door. Rosalie ran out
after her, followed by Jasper after he lifted up the front seat. I listened
as Edward filed out of his side, but as he lifted the seat for Emmett to
pass me to him, Emmett refused, shaking his head. "Not now!" he
shouted, pulling me into his chest and climbing out. They all began to
run inside the house, and we noticed that Carlise and Esme weren't
home.
They were probably on their way to Julia's house, for some reason I
couldn't understand.
Emmett sat me on the island in the kitchen while Edward and Jasper
ran around me. I heard Alice screaming as she cried in the living room,
and I noticed Rosalie wasn't in here either.
"Edward, tell me what the fuck just happened, because I'm freaking
out right now!"
"Why would she be all right?! Did you see what the fu-" Jasper's voice
got cut off as Emmett pushed him backward, turning him around and
toward Rosalie.
Then Emmett was back over to me, as Edward lifted my head, shaking
my face. "Bella, listen to me! Can you hear me?"
I nodded, though my ears were ringing loud, and every time I blinked, I
saw red still. His voice began to fade in and out, but most of the time, I
could hear it through the echoing ringing.
"Bella?"
"She's all right, Em." After a few hesitant, slow steps, he reached out
for me, his fingertips grazing my pants. The electric current washed
over me, relaxing me more.
As I lowered, Edward's smile was soft as he lifted his hand and stroked
my cheek. He curled his fingers to the shape of my face, keeping his
eyes locked on mine and no where else.
I instinctively leaped for him, jumping in his arms and burying my face
in his warm neck. Edward didn't even flinch. He wasn't afraid of me. I
heard Ememtt's breathing hitch and his body shuffling around in a
nervous back and forth motion, as if he could'nt decide to come closer
or not, but he didn't say anything.
I nodded, gasping for his scent, filling my body up with it to get the
burning sensation to go away.
"She's fine, Emmett," Edward said, though I didn't know what Emmett
had done or what his expression looked like, my only concern being
how comfortable he was making me, and how he had the ability to
keep me so calm.
And aching.
I glanced over at him, and I saw that the big, teddy bear that I adored
so much had tears welling up in his eyes as he glanced back up at me.
This made me frown worse. Which made a single tear fall from his
eyes. I raised up my hand, and Emmett stiffened, but allowed me to
cradle his cheek in my palm. As soon as I touched him, he relaxed, but
his eyes remained saddened as he covered my tiny hand with his big
warm one.
"Edward, I need to talk with you for a second," Emmett said, not
removing my hand. "It's important."
"Then I'm going to say it here. You've got a gash on your left arm, and
I'm worried about... this situation."
I snapped my head back over to Emmett, and he held his breath. Then
I glanced back over to Edward.
I tilted my head toward his arm, and noticed his gash was a pretty
deep cut. I trailed my eyes back to him, my brows furrowed in question
of how it happened.
"Emmett, can you please clean it up for me?" Edward asked, his voice
velvet smooth. Unphased.
"Yes."
I watched as Emmett cleaned it up, first with water and soap, then
peroxide, then alcohol, then multiple bandages, just to be safe.
Rosalie backed away, Emmett following her out. They walked down the
hall, and I could hardly hear them whispering since my ears were still
foggy, but I heard "was running off... screaming... toward the woods....
a lot of blood... but no one can find her."
"What is wrong with Bella?" Rosalie sobbed, her voice loud. She
sounded like she was concerned... for me.
"Edward and I are going to explain everything to you guys. It's not as
bad as you think."
"Did you know something like this could happen?" Rosalie's voice
continued to make the ache rise in my chest, and I turned to frown at
Edward.
"But-"
"Shh, I've got you. Bella's not going to hurt anyone here, I swear. You
just have to trust her."
"I do!" she sobbed louder, in a defeat expression. "I love Bella. I'm just
worried that they're going to come and get her."
"I've got it under control, Rose. Don't worry your pretty little head
about it, okay?" I listened as she sniffled and he walked her down the
hall, back toward the living room.
"I messed everything up, didn't I?" My voice was scratchy, a bare
whisper.
"Yes. I did." I looked down to my lap, finding my fingers. "... I'm going
to lose you now. I just know it."
"D-Did I..." I bit the inside of my quivering lip. "Did I kill her?"
"No. I got to you quick enough. She just ran off, scared. I think she saw
your teeth and it frightened her."
"...But, the blood?"
"I'm going to call him, Bella. Trust me, there were only fifteen people in
that kitchen. All plastered, and fighting. Six of my teammates, the two
girls, you, me, and my family. We were all intoxicated, I know because
I drank with them. Most people didn't even see you in the kitchen,
being too focused on Rosalie's attempts to hurt Ashley, not to mention
her lack of clothing in that process. They won't even know what
happened! By the time they sober up, they'll be trying to figure it out,
because it'll only show in phases. Your reaction was so fast, I bet they
didn't catch it. We'll clean this up."
"Bella, you're almost a hundred and eight years old." Edward said, his
words crashing over me. "I think you're old enough to decide whether
you go or stay."
"But I don't think it's safe for you, anymore. I'm not good for you. We
were in denial, I think. I could easily snap."
"Yes."
"Let me explain how forever applies to us. When stuff gets worse, even
the most imaginable, we stick it out. We fight for it. Together... Now I'm
fighting for us, Bella. Are you?"
After a few more minutes of hugs and him swaying from side to side
with me in his arms, he sat me back on the counter. "I'm going to have
to go talk with my brothers and sisters. I need you to stay in here for
me, can you do that?"
I nodded.
"I don't want you to leave, Bella. That won't help anyone. Promise me."
"Okay."
As he turned to walk away, I grabbed his arm, pulling him back to me.
"How did Emmett know?"
He sighed, shaking his head slow. "...I'm sorry, Bella. He sort of...
figured parts of it out, with the whole not eating thing and stuff. I'm not
sure how he figured it out really, but he asked me a couple weeks
back, and I told him the truth. I planned to tell you, but I wanted to
discuss my options of becoming like you beforehand, so you'd
understand that people in my family accepted you. But we only
discussed this today, and I had plans to tell you tonight... But..."
"No. I'm glad you told him. He kept me safe, he protected me. He
helped cover for me."
He smiled, giving me a hug. "That's what family does, Bella. They know
you're a part of my family, no matter what."
"I know. But please realize that I'm not upset with you. I'm not scared
of you, and I still love you with my whole heart."
So I pulled myself off of the counter, walking toward the patio outside.
But as I glanced back toward the kitchen, I noticed a crumpled piece of
paper on the island, where my body had smashed it.
Nothing else.
This confused me, as anytime Carlisle and Esme has ever left a note
for their family, it had been in Esme's writing, a pretty script. And more
detailed, with contact numbers.
Not like this. Maybe it was Carlisle's signature? Maybe it was really
important, as stated, an emergency?
Hopefully this was written before the party incident, and they don't
know anything about it. It'd make it easier on me... for now.
I realized that I just lost the only family I ever had beside my own, but
with the same amount of love for them as for Charlie and my mom...
But it's lost now. Because they know who I am. Just like the iris.
I nodded, looking away from her. The last twenty fours hours have
been torturous. I don't think I could have expected this, but I also
never expected to snap at a party, and reveal my identity.
After Edward and Emmett told their siblings the truth about me, about
what I was, I left. I went hunting, tried to clear my head.
I wanted to go tell Charlie what I did, but since I didn't really know
what all I did, I couldn't do that. So I reluctantly returned back to the
Cullen's house, and steered away from them. Rosalie excepted the
truth about me a lot quicker than the rest of them. It took a few
minutes, of course, but she came around pretty quickly.
Alice and Jasper went to their bedroom to talk. I could hear her sobbing
and him comforting her. He came out a few hours later, and when he
walked past me, he gave me a reassuring smile that he too had
accepted.
Alice didn't come around 'til about an hour ago. The bubbly, happy go
lucky girl was suddenly glum. She'd glance up at me from around the
room and smile, but I could tell she was weary the entire time. Her
eyes were puffy from her tears, and red like the oversized shirt of
Jasper's he dressed in it last night.
Edward stayed on the couch with his head in his hands, talking on the
phone with different high school students.
She got large gashes on her arms, her shoulders, her neck, her face...
Blood was evident. He said my hands were moving a mile a minute, so
fast that it startled everyone. It took him, Jasper, a few of their
teammates and Edward to knock me down.
That's how Edward got that deep gash on his arm.
It really haunted me. I don't know how I restrained from biting her...
The only thing I can think of was maybe that Edward was in the room,
and though I was beyond angered, I subconsciously wouldn't have
wanted to frighten him, which caused some sort of internal restraint.
But I knew how sharp my nails were, and by the idea of Julia running
off... that really worried me. Thoughts of her bleeding to death were in
my head, running in a circle like a hamster on a wheel. Julia in the
forest, Julia beside the road, Julia frightened...
Edward's been making phone calls, trying to reach Carlisle and Esme
on their cell phones, and trying to reach some of their friends at
school. Most of the people can't remember what happened, being too
hammered by that point. Others tried to make up stories, saying how
we got into a huge fight and tried to choke each other and all these
random things.
He said Ashley answered the phone, but refused to talk to him, stating
that she called the police on me fighting. But since Julia hadn't been
missing for a full forty-eight hours, since she was classified as an
"adult" by police standards, they couldn't turn the report in...
However, that got Charlie notified, which is why he's standing here in
the Cullen's house in full uniform, talking with Edward and Emmett.
Edward has tried to explain to him the severity of the situation, in full
detail as possible. He told him about the party, the drinking, the
dancing, the argument between Rose and Ashley, how Julia stormed in,
directed her attention to me instead of Rosalie, and how I snapped
when she said I was inhuman and a freak. But he only told him I
attacked her with my nails, not that I tried to bite her. I am not sure if
Charlie believed him or not, but I was praying he did.
Charlie has threatened to pack me up right now and leave, but Edward
has begged him to stick it out, see if Julia comes around... he even
pulled reverse psychology on Charlie, stating that it was his job to get
to the bottom of this.
But when Charlie's voice became stern toward Edward, saying, "Don't
worry. I plan to get to the bottom of this... with everyone," Edward
directed their conversation elsewhere.
They still haven't been able to contact Carlisle. His cell phone has gone
straight to voicemail, his pager has been non-reponsive, and Esme's
cell appears to be dead as well. Edward says this is rare, but has
happened before, so we shouldn't worry about it yet. His dad is a
surgeon, and sometimes he'd spend over twenty four hours on call in a
room with his hands inside people's bodies, so Edward didn't bother to
worry.
Rosalie had her head in my lap, and she was silently sobbing, telling
me how much she loved me and accepted me for who I was, and how
sorry she was for starting that fight with Ashley. She thinks it's her
fault, and no matter how many times I've tried to tell her it wasn't, and
that it was bound to happen one day, she refuses to believe me.
"But I should have let it go!" she cried. "None of this would have
happened if I just shrugged it off. It's not like people don't hit on
Emmett all the time, I don't know why it bothered me so much when
she did it."
"Because Ashley Gwinn is the typical girl who thinks she can have
anything she wants, and you needed to put her in her place."
Emmett came in about forty minutes later, and he held her too, sitting
beside me. I hated that they were all giving me these sad, silent
smiles, but since I was returning them, I guess it made us all even. We
didn't really know what to do, or how to act around each other.
I could hear Edward and Charlie's voices get louder, but Emmett told
me to stay there, and to let them hash it out. I cringed when I heard
Edward shouting. It was unlike him to get so heated, and toward my
father, this was worse.
"You love Bella, huh? Well then why would you take her into that sort
of situation, Edward? Why didn't you think it through and realize, hey,
this isn't such a great idea, maybe we should rethink this?"
"Because Bella was dying to find her own identity! You don't even see
it, but the rest of us do! She's came out of her shell these past four
months. She's turned into this beautiful, intelligent, confident woman,
and she needed to be around people within her own physical-age
bracket! She needed to see that it was okay to relax and be happy!"
Charlie was silent for a few minutes. Then his voice was low when he
responded. "Yeah, well you see what happens when Bella tries to blend
in. You know, this all could have been avoided if you two would have
steered clear from each other."
Edward was just as silent. Then, he was calm when he spoke. "Well,
with all do respect, sir, I love Bella with all my heart, and you cannot
stop me from being with her."
"It doesn't matter. Even if you could hold me down, Bella is your equal,
and I guarantee you that not only would she fight for me, but she may
also stray from you, if you try and hold her back."
"Maybe so, in your eyes... but I think we have more important things to
worry about than my relationship."
When he received a call at eleven this morning, stating that Julia had
been found a few miles away, and was in the hospital, he told me to
stay home while he went and got a statement.
I freaked out, running into his arms, panicking that Julia was going to
tell him I tried to bite her. He tried to comfort me, but I could tell he
hadn't slept in over two nights, so I quickly hid my emotions and made
Emmett force him to get some sleep.
So I spent the day prancing around their living room, avoiding the
awkward tension from a silent Alice. She sat in a chair, with a book in
her lap, but she never really opened it. Jasper came around and spoke
with me, but I could tell it was still a little weird for him. And Rose and
Emmett treated me like normal, but I could tell Rosalie was still
stressed out. She called Ashley Gwinn this morning and even
apologized to her, and from what I got out of it, Ashley accepted it.
Around four, their phone rang. We all lunged for it, but Emmett got to it
before the rest of us.
"Well," he exhaled, sitting beside Edward. "That was your dad, Bella.
It's not good. Julia is having some pretty serious infections, and her
blood pressure is extremely high. He said she couldn't remember much
from the party, doesn't even know who attacked her. So that might
work in your favor... but he asked if you were here, and I didn't lie to
him."
Edward groaned, throwing himself back against the cushions. "I don't
feel well."
I walked over to him, rubbing his leg. "I'm sorry, is there anything I can
do for you?"
He flopped over and laid his head on my lap, covering his face. "Yeah,
just don't leave me."
"I won't."
He fell asleep after a few more seconds, but his head began to feel
warm, so I made Emmett take his temperature. 101.8. We put some
ice on his forehead and covered him up, and I stayed with him, turning
the phone down beside him.
Rose came and sat beside me, throwing Edward's legs on her lap.
Then, Alice came over on my other side. I was kind of stiff when she
sat down, but as she put my cold hand between her warm hands and
gave me a comforting smile, I relaxed.
"I love you Bella," she whispered to me. "I'm here for you."
I smiled, so happy that she finally came around. "I love you too, Al."
Emmett and Jasper sat on the floor, playing cards. We all didn't speak
much, but the fact that we were all together, as our own little family,
made me feel so much better. They proved to me that it really didn't
matter about our differences...
Around seven pm, Edward shot up from my lap, waking from a dead
sleep. He ran into the kitchen, and I heard him throwing up in the
trash.
I went in there to find him, but Jasper all ready had him, trying to put a
cold towel on his neck while Edward sat on the floor in front of the
trash.
I kneeled beside him, rubbing his back. "Edward, what's the matter?
What are you feeling?"
He groaned and got sick again, causing me to sort of wince. I didn't like
hearing him get sick, not because I couldn't handle it, but because
there was nothing I could do about it. Jasper hopped up and ran toward
the closet in the hall, trying to find something to help coat his stomach.
Alice came in and sat beside me. She lifted his shirt and stuck my cold
hands on his heated back, smiling at me. "I'm sure it helps," she said.
I didn't even think about that, but was gracious when she did.
Around eleven that Sunday night, Edward woke up. He was quiet and
still whining, but didn't seem as pale, so I took that as a good sign.
Charlie never called or came over for the rest of the night, so they all
slept on the couches in the living room, together, while I kept an eye
out on everyone.
I told him about Edward's reactions and his stomach flu, but Charlie
suddenly got stiff. "Does he have any marks on him? Did you get him?
When I told him I accidentally scratched him once, Charlie ran into the
living room and looked at Edward's arm. It wasn't infected since
Emmett cleaned it that night, but he advised Rosalie and Alice to
monitor it and keep an eye out on it for any changes.
Edward stayed awake. As the time went past us, he started to gain
strength.
Subtle at first.. but around six this evening, he seemed almost back to
normal.
Around eleven, his cell phone rang. He said it was Carlisle's number.
He spoke on it for a few minutes, walking outside. I watched his
expressions go from worry, to thinking, to distraught, to yes sir, no
sir... He began to walk around the yard, listening to Carlisle speaking.
"Hey Bella, come here for a second," Charlie said, coming from the
office. I walked down the hall, into Carlisle's empty study. He was
sitting at Carlisle's desk, his brows furrowed.
"Didn't you guys say that Carlisle's phone was turned off due to his
surgery?"
I nodded, confused.
I asked his brothers and sisters if he came back in, and he didn't.
I told him about Edward's call and how he went outside so he could
hear Carlisle better.
Alice ran to the phone to try to get ahold of Esme by her cell.
This is a dream.
Maybe somehow, he pulled me along with him, and now we're both
trapped, yet lost from one another?
Oh Lord.
Charlie and I had Edward's brothers and sisters lined up in their living
room, and we refused to let them out of our sight.
Charlie called in a few friends to try and trace Edward's last call.
All I could do was pace around the living room in a line, over and over
as I tried to figure out what else I could do...
I've tried to search the woods countless times these past few hours.
I've tried calling all his friends, his teammates, the hospitals... no
Edward.
And the mere thought of No Edward was pretty much unacceptable for
me.
He sighed, plopping down in the brown leather chair. "Bella, not now,
okay?"
"No, now!"
He glared at me, swaying the chair back and forth. "We don't know
anything yet."
"No, no, no," I hissed as I stormed to the front of the desk. "I don't
know anything. But I think you do. What is it that you're not telling
me?"
"DAD! NOW!"
I walked around to the nearest chair and flopped in it, staring intently
at my father.
"You think?"
"Well... I don't believe he was stolen, or forced out without his will... We
would have heard some sort of scream.. or you may have possibly
sensed something off, if ... let's say, Victor, for instance, decided to
take him out of that back yard."
"Dad, Edward would have not just left. He wouldn't do that to me, and
he wouldn't have done that to his siblings."
"I'm not saying that either, Bella..." he sighed. "I think he was bribed,
or black mailed in some way."
"And his parents were close with the Cullen's, yes? And Edward, too?"
I nodded, trying to figure out where Dad was going with this.
Charlie rubbed his face a few times. "You know what happened with
Renee..."
"Yes."
"And Victor."
"Yes."
I nodded.
"And a few years ago, I told you that I found Jamee and turned her in to
the Volturi..."
"Yes, I remember."
I stood up, moving the chair back with my foot. "What?! What are you
talking about? What do you mean 'I took care of it'?!"
He buried his face in his hands, leaning over on the desk. "I'm so sorry,
Bella, I shouldn't have lied to you. I-"
"Dad you better tell me what the hell happened before I lose my last
nerve!"
"I found her, snooping around here in Forks one night. It was a few
years back. I could easily recognize her scent from a mile away... It
was a scent that was burned in my memory ever since I tasted her
blood on my lips. I became furiated, raging with fumes. I left work, I
charged for her, I had no thoughts in my head in the process... I knew
she was up to something bad, possibly looking for us... and I found her
instantly."
"I remember being so angry, so disturbed with the fact that she was
alive... and your mother wasn't. She looked just as she did that same
night so many years back... It took me back to that dark cave, to your
mother's screams..."
He gasped, shaking his head. "I charged for her. I threw her into some
trees, and we fell deep into a pretty extensive battle. Victor wasn't with
her... She told me that he sent her here, on a mission, but I never got
to ask her what it was."
He met my eyes again, his face tortured. "...Because I ripped her into
shreds."
I became dizzy.
I reached behind me, my hand tapping the air in search of the arm
rests. Once I found it, I pulled it to me, unsteadily falling into the seat.
I couldn't speak.
All I could do is stare at my father in disbelief, unable to close my
mouth.
He nodded.
"Victor wants revenge on you... so he came after me, or the one thing
that was important to me... because..."
"No, no, no, no, no," I whispered on repeat. "This can't be happening,
this isn't happening, this can't be happening."
I shook my head back in forth. "This isn't real, this isn't real, this isn't
real..."
I was shaking, glaring at him through hatred. "Then you better fucking
fix this. NOW!"
He nodded, slowly standing with me. "I'm going to fix this, Bella... but
you need to calm down."
He nodded, his hands in the air. "I know, Bella... I'm going to fix it."
"Do it now!"
"I will."
"I am."
All I could think about was lunging over this table and taking my
aggression out on my father.
Charlie and I snapped our heads to the pixie in the doorway, both
angered for different reasons: Me at him, he at himself.
"I-I had.." she gasped, her hand on her thudding heart. "I-I don't know
what happened... But I .. um, I was sitting there on the couch, staring
at a picture of Edward and I on the fireplace, and.. I had a vision of
some sort."
"I don't know, this doesn't happen that often! Only, usually, a few
times in my life... Like with tests for school, or with Jasper on
occassion... but... I've never been wrong before when it happens... and
this one was too real for it not to be happening!"
"Alice," I ran over to her, shaking her gently. "What did you see?"
"What do you mean, you saw Edward? Here?! Is he here, Alice?! Did he
come back?!"
She shook her head, the tears streaming down her face. "No. I saw him
on a floor... on this wooden floor in a darkened room... in..."
I nodded for her to continue, desperate for anything that could happen.
"In... " she shook her head, looking down. "He was laying in blood,
Bella. A lot of it!"
I stumbled back, cracking my head toward Charlie, who came to sit
beside us.
I ran around to the desk, while he grabbed the chair I kicked backward,
sitting it upright and motioning for Alice to sit.
I handed it to him, and he passed it along to her lap, holding out a pen.
"Alice, I need for you to draw for me what you saw. Can you do that?"
"Bella, go get the kids. Bring them all in here. Pull up the internet on
Carlisle's computer. We may have to book a flight."
When everyone was gathered back in the study, and I had the internet
pulled up, I watched as Charlie leaned over her shoulder, studying her
sketch.
After a few lingering moments, Charlie threw his hand in his hair,
tugging on it nervously. "Bella, go get your sketchbook. I know you
have it."
He flipped and flipped and flipped pages, shaking his head until he
stopped to one I did a few weeks ago.
Charlie slammed his index finger onto the drawing, looking at Emmett.
"Is this Carlise and Esme?"
He nodded, swallowing hard as his eyes widened.
He shook his head and pointed to the couple behind them. "That's
Edward's parents... that's their house, in Jacksonville. Edward took that
picture of the four of them, the day that my mom and dad visited
them, and dad helped with the final arrangements of the sale."
"Does Edward knew you drew this Bella?" Charlie asked, bringing his
attention to me.
"He took Edward back to his old house... where his mother was before
she got sick."
Charlie couldn't figure out the missing link with Edward's adopted
parents... unless that was what he used to bribe Edward to come to
him... knowing it was his weak spot.
I got chills every time I thought about how long Victor could have been
watching us.. watching Edward, and his family.
We didn't feel it was safe to leave Alice, Rose, Jasper, and Emmett out
of our sights, not even for a second. So we were forced to bring them
along.
They were all ansy and confused, heartbroken but numb... They
weren't giving us a hassle, all remaining calm while they put their
unrelenting trust into us.
We waited in line while the lady scanned our tickets, and Emmett
reached down and grabbed my right hand. "It's gonna be okay, Bella."
I looked up at him and smiled the best I could. "I should be the one
reassuring you that, Em."
He shook his head as we walked to the lady, handing her our tickets.
"No, we're family. We remain strong for everyone... together."
Alice was sobbing as she held Jasper's hand behind us. She said she
couldn't shut her visions off now, that all she could hear was Edward
screaming... She couldn't handle it.
I reached out and patted her on the arm, before taking my dad's hand
in mine. Charlie glanced down at me, not expecting that because we
don't have that type of contact. Not to mention, he thought I was angry
at him... But I wasn't the only one losing something here, and I know
he was thinking about my mom every second now.
I gave him a firm squeeze and a slight smile, which he returned before
we boarded the plane.
Once we stored away and took our seats, I could hear all four of their
heartbeats rising heavily. They were nervous, and scared, and worried
for their brother.
And so was I.
All I could think about was Edward.. all alone... Scared and confused...
I was angry at first, trying to figure out how he could do this to me,
why he would take off like that, and why he didn't tell me. I could have
done something!
But then I realized that this was his last family, Carlisle and Esme... and
it was a vulnerability.
And if that was indeed the case, then Carlisle and Esme were in danger
as well.
Her swollen red eyes leaned forward with her body as she swallowed
hard.
She shook her head, swallowing gulps of air. "I can't. I've tried... but I
can't see them. I don't know what's wrong with me," she cried.
I patted her hand as Charlie reached and wiped her tears away... he
had a soft spot for her, I could tell.
"It's okay Alice," I whispered as the plane burrowed down the runway.
She sat back quickly, burying her face into Jasper's shoulder. He gave
me a side smile, comforting but not reaching his eyes, as he caressed
her shoulder and hummed in her ear.
He turned slowly, his eyes rising to meet mine. "I love you too, Bella."
I nodded, holding my breath as the front end of the plane lifted up, the
back end following shortly after... and then we were up in the air,
swaying from side to side a bit as we climbed the altitude, through the
foggy haze.
This won't be the last time you see that smile, I said to myself as we
finally settled to a comfort altitude. It won't, Bella.
I had the group following me to a police car Charlie arranged for us. He
knew it'd be the quickest way for us to get transported, since we could
pass through the stoplights. I'm not certain how Charlie arranged this,
or what he lied to them about to get them to cooperate so easily
without questions... but was very happy when it worked.
He may have told them we were securing the kids, and they were in
witness protection. I never asked.
We climbed into two cruisers, Charlie with Emmett and Rosalie, while I
stayed with Alice and Jasper. The sirens from the police cars wailed as
we left the airport in Jacksonville, trying to push through the crowds.
Charlie wore his big police hat, the old style, long sleeves and his collar
flipped up, trying to keep his identity hidden. I went for a large hat
Alice brought, wide sunglasses, and as much clothing as possible... We
looked like freaks, out in winter clothing on a warm and sunny day like
this... but it was imperable for us to keep ourselves out of the radar.
The kids remained silent, cooperating with us in any way they could.
I didn't really know what the game plan was. I knew we weren't going
to take them with us to Elizabeth and Ed's old house, because they
could get hurt too.
I prayed he didn't. That could buy us some time... if we weren't too late
all ready.
The ride took about thirty minutes, until we arrived on Water Street, at
the Omni Hotel, in Jacksonville.
It had 354 large guest rooms, and we knew we could squeeze in a lot
of security, if need be. It would have to take awhile for any vampire to
take all of them out... and although I hated to think about all those
human's that could be sacrificed because of us... it soothed me to
know that atleast four humans could remain safe.
Once the coast was cleared, we all piled up into one room, opening the
joining door.
Charlie took charge, quickly explaining them the rules: No leaving the
room without a buddy, for any reason, and only leave if we call them
and tell them. No swimming in the pool, no phone calls with the hotel
phone. Keep the television down so they could listen for any awkward
noises in the hall that may cause suspicion. No ordering room service,
if they were hungry, instruct ONE police officer to get their food for
them. Sleep in routines, that way someone is always up and standing
by.
If they were scared for any reason, Charlie gave them both our cell
phone numbers.
"Don't hesitate to call us," he said, focusing mainly on Alice. "for any
reason. If you're scared, you call. If you think you know something, you
call. If Carlisle or Esme contacts you, you call. Understand?"
Charlie arranged for a flight back to Forks for all of us, but left the
tickets with Emmett, just in case we didn't return.
I sat on the bed with Alice while the boys flipped through channels,
waiting as Charlie made more arrangements for their protection.
Rosalie decided to take her nap first, and I understood why, being that
none of them had gotten a whole hell of a lot of sleep these past few
days.
After an hour, once all the necessary adjustments had been made, we
said our goodbye's. I hugged them all as tight as I could without
breaking them, but couldn't speak. I didn't want to tell them goodbye,
refusing to allow myself or them to think we wouldn't be coming back.
"This will all be over really soon," Charlie said to them as we opened
the door. "No one panic, and use the phone if you need us."
"This is going to work right?" I asked him, unable to stop myself. "We
are going to save him?"
"Good. Then trust when I say you'll get your Edward back."
The elevator swung open, and we galloped down the stairs in the
lobby, toward the SWAT police car, a 2008 black charger.
Surprisingly, the driver climbed out and handed Charlie the keys,
leaving us with the car alone. Once we climbed in the black machine, I
couldn't help but show my shock.
Charlie revved up the car with a smile, pulling down his shades. "Don't
ever underestimate your father, Bella."
And with that, he took off, going from 0 to 70 in two seconds flat. I just
held onto the door, praying for him to drive as fast as possible.
The quicker we could get there, the quicker we could find Edward.
Traffic was maxed out, and if I became any more frustrated and
nervous, I think I would have taken out all those people, just for pissing
me off.
We pulled onto the winding drive way in silence, and I think my heart
all but fumbled out of my throat. It may have not been beating, but it
was certainly leaping with all this anxiety.
The house appeared not as shiny and new from my drawing... It had
dirt on it, and you can tell no one had occupied it since Edward moved
out.
There was no obsolete damage to it, however, being that it had been
empty for only a year.
But as we opened the door and stepped out, all I could smell in the
slight breeze was Edward... He was everywhere.
I glanced over at Charlie from across the car, and he nodded once. We
left the car up the top of the drive, out of the view from the windows,
so no one could see us. We ran along side the woods by the lake,
hiding as best as we could, until we reached the wide deck.
"I want him to see me, Dad! The sooner we get him, the sooner we can
leave!"
I followed Charlie through the brush, around the back side of the
house.
He peered into the windows slowly and slightly, careful not to reveal
us.
I stayed behind him, holding his hand, glancing around the trees for
any signs of movement.
It was calm.
Too calm.
It unhinged me.
"Yes Bella?"
"Please let him be okay, please let him be okay, please let him be
okay," I started chanting softly.
Dad gripped my fingers, pulling them out from the soil of which I was
grasping. "Bella?"
I nodded.
"I know you do... but our first priority is Edward's saftey, do you
understand?"
"Yes."
"All right," he said, pulling me and himself to our feet. "Take a deep
breath."
I did as instructed.
We wound around the walls, up the large wooden deck. It creaked only
once, and I lightened my step immediately, matching mine with
Charlie's.
We stayed close to the wall, hugging it, trying to avoid the sun at all
costs, so we wouldn't cast a shadow on the deck that Victor could see.
Charlie reached out and jiggled the handle slightly, before turning and
nodding to me.
It was unlocked.
We stayed along the outside wall of the house, with my dad peaking
his head around to see if there was anyone there.
There wasn't.
Charlie bounced into the room gently, on his toes, gathering the smell
of the room.
After a few seconds, he motioned for me to enter. The house was dark
and empty.
Hardwood floor covered it, and only the sunlight peaking in through
certain windows guided us along the room.
We tiptoed into the formal dining room, which was also unoccupied of
furniture or people... and that floor creaked louder.
"Shh," Charlie whispered as we turned the corner into the hall. "Do you
hear that?"
I strained my neck as we walked, praying for only one sound that could
make me feel okay.
It had a lot of baseball trophies still lining the wall, and an old bed
frame, with springs but no mattress.
A photo of Edward and his parents rested inside a broken frame on top
of the metal springs, and it sent cold chills down my spine... two out of
the three people in that picture were dead.
Please don't let him find us, please don't let him find us...
I heard some boards creak in front of us, and Charlie did too.
A faded heartbeat.
And a gasp.
It was Edward!
He was alive!
The cell phone in my dad's pocket, which Alice gave us earlier, began
to wail out and we gasped, struggling to get it as we began to freak
out.
Dad threw the phone to me, pushing me inside the nearest door and
hushing me not to speak, just to listen, as he continued his stare at the
door.
"Bella! Can you hear me!" Emmett shouted, and I sealed the phone to
my ear, whispering "mmhmm" to him as quietly as possible.
"Yes! They were at the hospital this whole time! He said his phone
broke as they were trying to gather their stuff in his car. He dropped it
onto the garage floor! He couldn't get it to turn back on, so he had my
mom put it in the office drawer. Mom's phone was turned off this whole
time, because she was with the family while dad was in surgery! She
said she left us a note on the counter, with all the hospital contact
information in Dallas, where they were at."
"I know! I think Victor came in when we were at the party, took her
note, changed it and wrote it to something that could cause your
suspicion, to make us all think that they were kidnapped! They're fine,
they're at home right now, in a sheer panic, trying to figure out where
we are!"
Victor screwed us! He forced Edward here, by making him think that
Carlisle and Esme were kidnapped, so he'd come!
"Tell them the truth," I whispered to Emmett. "Just don't tell them
where you are."
"I gotta go Emmett," I whispered, cutting him off as I closed the phone
and turned it off.
Charlie tiptoed back into the room, looking at me with suspicion.
"Carlisle and Esme are safe," I whispered to him as we heard the door
creak open from behind us, where Edward was.
Footsteps edged closer to us, too light for a human... step, step... step.
"Carlisle and Esme are safe," I whispered to him as we heard the door
creak open from behind us, where Edward was.
Footsteps edged closer to us, too light for a human... step, step... step.
"Bella, what are you talki-" Charlie cut himself off, covering my mouth
up with his hand.
He pushed me backward, until I was beside him against the wall.
He kept his hand over my mouth as he turned his head toward me, his
eyes wide and unreadable.
I didn't inhale, didn't blink, didn't think... all I could do was stare at him
with fear in my eyes.
Or worse?
CRASH! I saw a hand bust through the wall behind my father, grab him
by his throat, and pull his entire body through the wall.
I couldn't figure out what to do, did I go help my dad or did I go get
Edward?
His short, brown curly hair and defined cheek bones made him look the
same as he did so many moons ago, during the night he took my
mother's life. But he was colder, darker, and the smell of him could
only be described as icey... Deceased.
I knew how powerful he was at that moment. His stare said it all.
I knew how strong I was, but knew he was stronger. He drank human
blood all these years. I never truly touched a drop. He was rabid. I was
trained. He was a thousand years older than me...
...Bad.
I could hear the muffled screams intensify, and knew Edward realized
we were here now.
His face was abnormally pale, and his features were hard to look away
from.
If he weren't the devil himself, I'd think he was the most beautiful
undead man I'd ever laid eyes on.
And when he spoke, his voice was scratchy, like he smoked every
minute of his life since birth, and it shook every cell in my body.
"What took you so long?" he hissed, his fingers balling into fists as he
took another step toward me.
My back was pressed up against the wall as I stared into his deep blue
eyes... I'd never seen anything like it before.
He tilted his head in the other direction, inhaling the air around him
deeply.
"Ahh," he continued, as a smile grazed his face, "can you smell that,
Isabella? It's fresh blood... the blood of a sacrifice."
"Oh yeah? Well your boyfriend doesn't think so..." he replied. "Edward
told me that I could have him as an exchange for my wife, whom your
father took from me..."
The clouds were rolling in dark and heavily as the lightning crashed
around, with my mood being so uneasy at the moment.
We were three stories up now, and I could see the porch to my left.
There wasn't any other windows, so in order for me to make it to
Edward this way, I'd have to jump out of the window, latch onto the
gutter, swing my body around in a ninety-degree angle, around the
corner, and into that other window...
Victor snickered, taking another step, "If only it were that easy, Bella...
If only that were all I wanted..."
"Take a guess."
I held my breath as he was a mere two feet from me. "Fame? Money?
Glory?"
He tilted his head back, letting out a bellowed laugh. "No. Hardly,
actually..."
I stopped breathing as the lightning flashed over his cold blue eyes. I
couldn't see anything else but his irises, and how enchanting they
were.
His voice remained calm, and raspy. "I wanted to have you. I wanted to
own you. I wanted to make you mine... forever. I knew that I could do
it, and that it was my perfect night... So I called the town on your
father, told them what he was, and that he wanted to murder his own
family, and all of the town as well... And guess what Bella? They
believed me. I set it up, it was a trap all along... I didn't care about
Renee or Jamee even... It was all about you, Bella... I wanted to save
Renee and Jamee, and I wanted to turn you for myself... I wanted to
give them to you, because you would have been a newborn. My
newborn. ...You were such a beautiful, stubborn, young soul... Then I
thought, if I used Renee and Jamee as a poll, and turned them... then
Charlie would think I was honest. And a true friend... then I'd get back
to what really mattered to me. I could do anything I wanted with you,
and I would have... except for Charlie turned you before I got done with
Renee..."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Victor shook his head, taking a step closer, until he
was inches away, "He didn't give me any other choice...so I took her
life instead. To show him that he could hurt like I did... he could ache,
like I did... like I did for you, Bella."
I had no idea where Charlie was, and I couldn't hear any movement
besides Edward's struggles to get free in the other room.
I was shaking as I gripped his biceps, trying to pull myself away from
his metal-like grasp.
He stuck his face to mine, inhaling my scent, as his voice became calm
again.
He was much stronger than I'd ever be. He was too powerful for me.
I closed my eyes and locked up, as I felt his frigid lips press against
mine. I held still, digging my fingernails into his frozen, stiff skin.
Then I heard Charlie scream, and as Victor pulled away, my dad ran
through the doorway, charging at him too fast for him to react.
They collided and crashed into the closet beside me, with Charlie on
top of him.
Victor threw him up in the air and kicked him, and I watched as my
father's body flew over the box spring, crashing into the long dresser
on the far wall.
Dad rose to his feet as Victor charged for him, and they crashed
through that wall, then another, then another.
I could hear them wrestling and screaming at each other, but decided
it was now or never. Edward had to come first.
I ran over to the dresser, grabbing the only drawer that wasn't
smashed into wood chips. I held onto it and busted out the window and
the metal. Then I jumped out of the window. I grasped the gutter with
the tips of my fingers and lunged my body forward, twisting my torso
around the corner of the house.
Before I could blink, I flew through the other window, and landed
heavily onto my stomach along the wooden floor, with pieces of the
glass crashing around me.
He had silver tape wound around his head, covering his mouth tight.
His eyes were red and bloodshot. He had been crying.
I closed my eyes and held my breath, not focusing on the blood. Then I
regained my composure.
"Calm down, calm down Edward," I cried as I tried to hold him still.
Once the tape, and some of his hair, was ripped away, I went to work
on his hands.
The tape was put on thick, so I first chose to run over to the middle and
yank the metal spike'd claw trap from the floor.
Edward's body fell forward and I crawled back over to him, ripping the
chain links apart with my fingers.
He wasn't talking, just gasping for air, like he hadn't taken a normal
breath in days. Probably because he hasn't.
"Listen to me, we've got to get you out of here," I said to him, trying to
keep my voice low, "but you have to stay calm, can you do that?"
I stared at him for a second, trying to figure out what he was doing.
"I'm so sorry Edward," I said as I ran, out the room, along the hall,
down the broken steps, around the living room, and out the front door.
I ran through the long yard in the rain, gripping onto his body with all
my might.
I got him all the way to the car, opening the front seat and shoving him
in.
The keys were left in the ignition, thank God. Charlie was prepared.
I fastened the seatbelt around him. "Edward, I want you to take this car
and get out of here. Go to the Omni Hotel, on Water Street. Your
brothers and sisters are waiting for you. They have plane tickets. Take
the next flight available out of here, and no matter what, don't wait
around. This is very urgent, can you do that for me?!"
"No Bella, I'm not leaving you! I can't, I can't just go away and let you
stay here and get yourself killed! NO!"
I tried to fight with him, but he kept shouting, "NO! NO! NO!"
"EDWARD, listen to me! Okay?!" I shook him, fastening the seat belt
one last time, "I'll come back for you. I promise! But I can't leave my
dad in there, or Victor is going to kill him... Charlie is fighting so that
you and your family can be safe. He's fighting because he knows how
much I love you, and need you. So you have to go and... I'll catch up."
He shook his head and creased his lips, not saying anything.
He shook his head as tears fell from his bloodshot eyes, "Please don't
make me go."
Then I slammed the door and turned away from him, refusing to meet
his eyes.
"Come with me!" he shouted after he scraped away the broken glass I
caused from my force.
He was scared.
Then I turned around and ran back to the house, toward my father. I
could hear them screaming and things breaking.
His eyes were an even brighter, more saturated shade of blue, and
there was a clear ring surrounding their bodies, like a large soap
bubble.
That's when I figured out his power... he has shields. Protective shields.
That's why Charlie couldn't see through the walls and find Edward
before it was too late. When his eyes turn to different shades of blue,
he can turn on different shields... One to make him and whoever is
inside it invisible, one to block out the outside world so we couldn't get
in to him, and many others I couldn't even think about...
I was knocked backward, flying into the wall with the broken window.
The wall cracked down to the floor, but didn't break through.
I watched him dislocate my father's right shoulder first, then his left
leg. He was going to kill him.
Edward.
Within that same second, a lightning bold blasted through the window
and struck his shield, sending both him and my father flying in
opposite directions.
Victor flew sideways with a crash, through the far wall, while dad flew
to my right, landing into a pile of broken wood that I caused earlier.
Thunder crashed around the house as the wind all but ripped the roof
off.
He jumped to his feet the same time I did, and when we crashed, his
weight overpowered mine, sending me backward with him on top of
me.
We smashed into the ground and busted through it, falling down into
the first level of the house. We landed hard on the ground, busting it
with our bodies. We were now in the kitchen.
He fell into a heap onto the floor, then he flipped over in a backward
motion, landing with his right knee on the ground and his left leg
arched out.
I jumped for him the same time he did again, and this time I was
smashed into the fridge, the door and glass shelves crashing beneath
me.
He held my neck in his hands as he climbed over me, hissing loudly,
"that wasn't NICE, BELLA! Why would you do that to me, someone who
loves you?"
"You call this love?!" I scoffed through my strained voice, grasping his
wrists with my fingers, "Are you insane! You're just a pervert who was
in love with a minor and took all his aggression on the wrong people,
including my mother!"
"Oh, I loved you Bella. Always. This shouldn't have happened, and
wouldn't have, if Charlie hadn't been so stubborn such a long time
ago."
I glared at him, the fuel burning deep. He's said too much.
Then I kicked him hard, sending him soaring through the air into the
living room again.
I found Charlie laying in the pile of debree, with his right arm and left
leg unmovable, gashes and scrapes along his neck, and a piece of
wood stabbed through his left side, by his rib cage.
I ran over to him, sliding on my knees once I got close enough to reach
him.
"You have to get out of here," he cried through his straggled breath.
"Now, Bella. Get out of here before it's too late."
"No, I can get you out!" I replied as I yanked the wood from his leg.
"Bella don't!"
"No Bella!" he winched, trying to get me to let go. "You need to worry
about yourself! GO! NOW!"
Then I was smacked across the face with a piece of plywood and
kicked in my stomach, knocking the wind out of me.
I felt another lightning bolt fly over my head, followed by another and
another, and then I saw the room light up bright as they struck Victor
one after another, going through his chest.
I released Charlie and felt myself flying through the air, out the
window, and down the three stories, landing hard onto the porch and
busting through it, onto the cement foundation beneath it.
My entire body felt like it had been stabbed through with splinters,
swords, knives... anything that was sharp.
I felt my body begin to tremble as the fear began to wash over me.
I saw him growing older, having a successful career, raising kids, being
a good father, growing older and wiser...
"BELLA!"
I laid my head back onto the broken slab of concrete, gasping for air as
my trembling hands covered my stomach.
I could remember that dream, the one of him being happy... and I
could be okay knowing that he was safe.
I smiled for a brief second as the thunder crashed over me.
Have you ever felt like you were living inside a dream that you couldn't
escape from?
Like you were reaching out, trying to find a hole to climb out of, or a
crack to slide under... and yet, all you found was more walls?
Have you ever felt like you could be calling out for someone, anyone to
help you, but all you heard was the sound of your voice as it echoed
and bounced around you?
But today -- today was different. I was not prepared for Victor.
All I wanted was for someone in this world to notice me for who I am,
not for what I was.
It was uncontrollable.
I was Isabella.
I was strong.
I became beautiful.
The blurry presence fell beside me, and suddenly made me calm.
His eyes were a deep green, deep as the meadow I laid in once before
with Edward, when I confessed my identity and he accepted it.
"Stay right there, love! Don't you dare close your eyes! Don't you do
it!"
Of never looking into those eyes, or seeing that smile, or kissing those
lips...
I felt his hands grip my body and yank me up off the ground, the
pieces of wood inside my back coming with me.
I felt the exhaustion of this long world take its toll on me, and I began
to slip under the weight of it.
I felt his hand slap my face hard, trying to keep me awake, keep me
here with him.
I was dying now. My body was going numb and I was dying.
"Oh my God, Bella! Don't you leave me! I can't breathe without you,
you can't leave me now! Hold on, Angel! Hold on!"
I felt nothing.
Emptiness.
I wanted one everlasting memory of the angel that came into my life
so unexpectedly, flipped my world upside down, stole my soul from
me, and taught me how to love again - despite my imperfections.
And then I closed my eyes to rest, the first time in over a hundred
years.
"Well you need to get certain, Carlisle! I love her, and I can't keep
waiting for something to happen. This is driving me crazy."
"Stop telling me to calm down and figure out what is going on with
her."
"I'm trying to son, but I can't think when you're yelling in my ear every
two seconds. I need you to settle down or leave the room, please."
"I'm doing all I can, okay? Her skin texture is different, I don't have a
pulse to go by here, I don't have the same rhythmic sounds to go by...
This isn't a normal patient."
"...I just want her to wake up. She doesn't sleep, so this isn't making
any sense."
"Edward. I know, okay? Now sit there and please just... I love you, but I
need you to be quiet."
I couldn't speak.
I couldn't lift my head.
I didn't know what was wrong with me. I didn't know if I was dead and
this was the whole in-between phase.
Other than the fact that I've tried for the past day straight to wake up
out of this internal-coma and reach out and comfort him.
I am not even sure how long I was out... or what happened with Victor
and Charlie.
The last time I was locked down like this was over a hundred years
ago, when I was being changed. But then, I felt like I was caught on fire
and choking on flames.
I felt empty.
Cold.
Hollow.
Non-existent, almost.
"Edward..."
"Carlisle! Come on, you're over there prodding her with different
needles and shit. You're driving me insane."
"Edward, you've been awake for over forty-eight hours now, that I am
aware of. You really need to get some rest. You're growing delusional."
"Edward, if she were to wake up, then I promise I will wake you up. The
very minute it happens."
"Please son."
I could hear the door opening, as light footsteps grew closer. "How is
she, Carlisle?"
"She doesn't get cold, Alice," Edward whispered through a sob. "And
we had to strip her so we could pull all the wood and metal out of her."
"But.. I don't see any marks or scars anymore... Where did they all go?"
Carlisle hummed, "We're not sure how it happened. Edward and I were
removing the splinters, and as we worked, you could see the scars
healing themselves... closing up slowly."
"And I've loved no one before her, and no one after her..." Edward
whispered. "So... just ...do what you have to do."
I'm not sure because I still couldn't feel anything, and couldn't move.
"Bella, can you feel my hand? Squeeze my hand if you can feel it?"
"God, why isn't she waking up! Bella... Bella please... I need you to
snap out of this."
"God, please just let her wake up. Please don't take her away from me
too."
Edward... please don't give up on me. God Bella! Dammit! Wake up!
His voice was weak and scratchy, "Please don't leave me. Please don't
leave me. Please don't leave me."
I felt stuck.
"Hey Bella... I was thinking about how we met. How I asked for your
help showing me the locker..."
"...You changed my life that day. And it was weird, because the second
right before you turned around... I knew my life was never going to be
the same. I felt it coming, right before it happened... You flipped my
entire universe around, and you showed me how to love again... How
to open my heart up, although I had the fear of losing the most
important person in my life... which turned out to be you."
"And... I... I'll never love anyone again, Bella. I swear. If you don't wake
up, I won't be able to make it. I won't be able to go on without you."
If I don't wake up, though I want you to love me, I want you to move on
from me. You deserve to be happy. I'll be happy knowing you are.
Please don't give up.
"I don't care if you're trying to be stubborn right now, Bella. Wake the
fuck up!"
I'm trying!
"God." He exhaled. "Just wake her up... Just wake her up... Just wake
her up."
"Bella... I can't do this, I mean it, I can't do it if you're not with me."
"Edward? Son... It's almost been three days... You need to sleep. You're
getting yourself seriously sick."
"I'm not leaving," he said, his voice a bearable whisper at this point.
Go to bed, Edward.
"I'm not leaving. She knows I'm here, I can feel it inside me... That
electric pull, it's strengthening... She's getting stronger, I just know it."
"I don't care. I know she's getting better. I know she can hear me."
"Edward..."
Edward listen to him. You're being the stubborn one. Stop it before you
get yourself sicker. Fucking listen to me!
"Edward... I swear to God if you don't move I will tranquilize you and
knock you out myself."
Yes! Do it Carlisle!
"Well then that is what you're going to have to do, because I'm not
leaving her."
"Yes."
"Edward. If she can hear you, I'm sure she's very angry with you."
Oh you have no idea how angry I am at you, mister. I love you, but
you're being a pain in everyone's butt!
"Good. Let her be angry with me. If she's angry, then that means she's
going to wake up just so she can slap me. I look forward to it, if that's
what it takes."
Yes he is.
"Yep."
"I just don't want you to get your hopes up too high."
"Too late."
"Edward..."
"You're running on straight energy. One minute you were crying over
her body because you were too weak to stand... and now that she
moved, you're on high wires again."
Yes.
Carlisle sighed, and his pressure became heavier. "Bella... I don't want
you to try to talk... but instead, try to lift your finger I'm touching. Can
you do that?"
"Calm down, Edward. Turn around and grab me that scalpel behind
you."
Scalpel?!
"I'm not going to hurt her... I'm just going to prick her, see how she
reacts."
I felt something poke my hand hard, and I tried to wince away from it,
but couldn't.
Stop it!
"Yes... Bella, I'm sorry if I'm hurting you but I'm going to push down
harder... okay?"
It did?!?!
"Yes, yes, good Bella!"
"Bella? My love, can you feel my hand? Squeeze it if you can feel it,
Angel!"
"Hold on Edward... we don't want to overload her. If she smells it, she
might wake up and snap."
"I don't care if I have to bring in a buck and blow it's damn brains out
all over your library. I want her to wake up."
See what?!
"Yes son."
"Yes, yes, yes, Bella. I'm right here baby, keep reaching out for me!"
I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying.
My eyes zoned in on him, leaning against Carlisle's desk with his hands
behind him to support his weak frame.
His eyes were grey almost, and droopy. He was completely exhausted,
and almost blue in the face.
And he had a slight gash from where Victor struck him earlier.
"Bella?"
I nodded again.
"Do you feel that we are opposing any type of threat to you?"
"Edward," Carlisle gritted through his teeth as he kept his eyes on me.
"Bella..."
"But I just-"
"Bella?"
"I think your body shut down to protect your mind. When you got
pierced through... your body put up some sort of shield. A protective
mechanism. It shut the outside of you down, so you could heal
yourself. And because of that, you grew numb... Because all of your
strength and presence was channeled on the inside-out."
"I have to intervene by transfusing animal blood into you. We first tried
human blood that I took from the hospital, but we were afraid to give
you too much, not knowing how you'd react to it. Edward said you
never drank human blood before..."
I shook my head.
And then it dawned on me that Emmett really did tell Carlisle and
Esme about me.
"Son?"
Edward stumbled back, waving his face with air from his hand.
"Fix it!"
Carlisle swiped a white stick under his nose a few times, and Edward
gasped, his eyes popping open.
"No, I don't want to rest. I just want to look at you, look at those eyes
I've missed... I just want to..." His eyes fluttered shut but he force them
back open, "...just want to drown in them... I don't ever want to be able
to not find them again..."
"No, no," he cried as he lifted his hands to try to push Carlisle away. He
appeared very dizzy and blue, like he was going to get sick, "I'm f....
I'm f... fine."
Edward chuckled lightly as his head swayed around, "See dad? I t-told
you she... was going to start... cursing at me... when she... when sh-
she woke up."
I sighed as Edward's body grew more lifeless on the floor, "Yeah, well
you're just lucky I don't slap you now."
"Follow me Bella."
I nodded, following him out of the study. I wrapped the towel securely
around me, and we ran into Esme half way there. I noticed it was night
time out as we passed through the halls.
Esme smiled and extended her warm hand out to me, which I smiled
and accepted.
"I'm so happy you're okay sweetheart," she said, "We were all so
worried about you."
"Thanks Esme."
I entered the bedroom to find Esme crawled up with them, and then
she pulled me along too.
"Bella?" Edward asked hazily, his weak hand in the air extending for
me.
I pulled myself up to him and took it, kissing his palm over and over
again.
"Shhh," I brushed his hair, "I promise. I'm not going anywhere. Just
rest."
"Edward, I promise."
"Edward, we won't let her leave," Esme whispered as she too began to
stroke his bronzed hair. "She's stuck with us."
Our eyes met and we smiled at each other, before looking back down
to Edward.
Around the sixth hour of us staying with him, I noticed Esme dozing off
too. She placed her head on Edward's stomach while she brushed his
thumb of his free hand.
His beautiful blue eyes began to water as his own exhaustion started
to take over.
I looked down to the mattress and squeezed Edward's hand, "I know," I
whispered.
"Around the second night.. it all hit me. I know he..." I shook my head,
"I know he didn't make it."
"I'm so sorry Bella... I tried everything I could to help him, but there
had been too many tendons that had been ripped... I couldn't mend
them."
I swallowed hard and nodded sharply, "I know. I-I understand that
you ...did all you could.. for him."
"I really did, Bella," he frowned, shaking his head as he looked down.
"I'm sorry that I ..."
He began to sob, making my chest heavier. "... I'm sorry that I failed
you."
I pulled my lips into a line, "You didn't fail me, Carlisle. You saved me...
You b-brought me back to Edward."
"I know," I frowned again, looking down as the ache in my chest rose
up to my throat, tightening my muscles.
I sighed. "But... now he can be with.. my mom, at some place that our
kind goes... in some sort of Heaven."
I felt that desolated, heavy ache pour down in my chest as the reality
of losing my dad settled in.
And then a flashback of Charlie hit me. Charlie once said to me, on my
sixteenth birthday, that if I was going to cry... to only shed one tear.
I don't know how it happened, but again, for the second time in a
hundred years, a tear fell from my eyes.
No more came out, but that one was enough to express the ache I was
feeling.
Because I did as my dad said.
Carlisle pulled me over to him and I laid my head in his lap, sobbing
invisible tears for hours.
And after my mom died, he lost a large part of his soul... He was never
the same.
Because I'd never let him go... and neither would anyone else.
"Bella, we want you to stay here with us," Esme whispered, and my
eyes popped open.
I didn't even know she had woken up.
"I don't know if that's such a good idea," I whispered, "Because... I'm
different."
"You're not different," she replied, as tears of her own streamed down
her face. "Not at all."
Because she was a mother... and she knew what I was feeling inside.
I reached out and took her hand in mine, desperate for the pain in my
chest to go away.
"But... how can you guys trust me? What about Julia?"
"And Julia has nothing to do with us and this family Bella," Esme
concluded, "...We trust you one hundred percent. We want to take care
of you. We want to see you smile, to see Edward smile... We want to
smile ourselves. And that can only be possible if you stay with us."
"Okay," I whispered, "if that's what you truly want, then okay."
"It is," Esme replied as she crawled on her knees. She continued to sob
with me as she leaned in, grabbed my head gently, and kissed my
forehead.
I felt both their loving arms surround me, as Carlisle and Esme hugged
me, engulfing me with their love.
"Get in here," Carlise said, and he didn't even look over there.
Jasper smiled, and then suddenly, all four of them rushed into the
doorway.
We'd smile at each other... and sometimes share frowns when they
knew I was thinking about Charlie.
And my happiness.
And I vowed to help them in any way I could, until the understood how
grateful I was to have them in my life.
Everyone was sleeping soundly around us, as the two of us laid face to
face on ours sides in the loving circle.
He reached out his weak hand and took it in mine, so we were holding
both hands.
He nodded as his right hand lifted from mine, and he stroked the hair
out of my face. "Bella, I love you. I know I keep saying that, but I
haven't been able to in three days, and I just really want to tell you."
"Yeah?"
"Of course," I replied softly, stroking his hair with my fingers while he
stroked my hair with his.
I couldn't speak, and couldn't look away from his smoldering eyes.
His lips were so moist and warm as his smile was gentle and calm.
Reassuring.
And then I thought about Charlie not being able to walk me down the
isle.
...And he's smile because he knew it was what would make me happy.
"We'll talk about it," I replied, holding him for dear life.
"No, there isn't a negotiation. It's final. I talked with my family, and
they all said it was up to me. I want to be like you, I want to live with
you forever."
I pulled my face back and furrowed my brows, "Edward, how can you
be so sure? You just saw what happened with..." I closed my eyes,
shivering at the thought, "...Charlie. Why would you want this type of
life?"
"I want you Bella," he whispered as he cradled my face, "...I want you.
Always... I have to be with you. It's the only way."
But he gripped his hands, forcing me to stop with his weak grasp.
"Bella, do you love me?"
"Yes."
I smiled, "Yes."
Ever.
He smiled, placing his warm lips to my forehead, "It's the only thing I
want, besides you."
Chapter 22: Mind Reader
Edward's life and all that was left standing in it has been something
we've negotiated for weeks now... all corners of it. After my father
Charlie's funeral, I went against my promise to change him all
together. We spent the next few weeks arguing and passing back our
indifferences.
I spoke with both Carlisle and Esme separately, trying to figure out why
on earth's name they'd be okay with their son being dammed into hell
for all eternity, if they allowed this to happen.
About a month and a half later, when all my stand points for
arguments sake had been won over by Edward, I realized there was
nothing else I could say. He said he'd rather die than be without me.
Edward was the most stubborn man I had ever met in my life.
The only way I agreed to do this was if Carlisle and Esme monitored
me. I refused to allow them in the actual room with us, so they set up
cameras in all four corners, and Carlisle locked the door from the
outside in. That way, if I became too weak to pull away from Edward,
they could come in and interfere.
I told them I wouldn't put up a fight with them, and I'd voluntarily let
them drag me down and do whatever it took to make sure I didn't hurt
Edward.
He just laid relaxed on the table with his eyes closed, taking deep
breaths and holding my hand, all the while making sure I was okay
with this.
And that was so like Edward... more worried about me than himself...
He was the most selfless person I had ever met.
The last words out of his mouth before his change was, "Remember,
my love... The pain for me will diminish, but my love for you will not."
So as I sat here and panicked over when the single person on this
planet will open his beautiful eyes and relieve me from this tension, I
only grew colder with the results hesitating.
Carlisle and Emmett has been in the next room from me all day. I've
refused to leave and hunt, and they've refused to go eat. I wouldn't let
them in here with me, because I didn't know how Edward would react
to them, being a newborn and everything...
I wasn't taking any chances.
During the three-day change, Emmett took down the door to Carlisle's
library, cut a whole in it, and installed bulletproof glass, just so they
could watch Edward when he woke up, without risking their own lives.
The past month and a half, Edward had been prepped with all the
"what to expect when you change" rules I've named, such as the red
eyes, the burning thirst, the longing for human emotions, and how we
must hunt immediately... so on, so forth. All he said was he was ready
for it, that he knew it'd be okay. He reassured me, and then reassured
me again that he'd be fine, that he could handle it, that he was strong
minded.
I slowly sat up, not breathing the whole time, and could hear Carlisle
and Emmett jumping toward the door for a better look.
Edward blinked a few times, as his eyes began to bounce around the
room faster than human speed. He parted his glorious lips, continuing
to look around.
Swallowing deep, I reached out my hand and touched his arm, and
regretted it as soon as I did it.
Edward flipped up off of his back, knocking the bed over as he twisted
around, and crouched down in attack mode, hissing at me. This all took
about an eight of a second.
He was perfect.
I exhaled, watching him blink and cock his head in different directions.
"I can hear them," he replied, cutting me off. His voice rang even more
velvety and smooth, the sweetest sound I had ever heard in my life...
The most beautiful melody.
"I know, but I can hear them..." he said again, his voice still sing-song,
as he listened to his own voice come out.
I took a deep breath and held it, grabbing the walkie-talkie Carlisle
gave me and said Edward's demand.
"I could hear them. I could hear everyone the whole time. I knew
everything that was going on. I heard their thoughts, I heard their
actions before they planned to do them..."
"What are you saying?" I whispered as I took a step to him. "Are you
saying, you are reading their minds? Right now?"
"No. I haven't figured out how to do that yet..." Edward's voice trailed
off as he covered his forehead, squatting down lower and tilting his
head to the floor.
"I can hear Alice," he replied breathlessly, "she's thinking about the
Golden Girls, that old television show. She doesn't know I've woken up
yet. She's now thinking about filing her nails while she waits..."
I felt my ribs squeeze together, and struggled to let out the last breath,
"Edward, you're hurting me a little."
"No, no," I replied as I stepped back to him, "it's okay. You just... don't
know you're own strength yet."
I never felt like I belonged to him more than I did at this very second.
I shivered, nestling my face into his collared blue shirt. I felt my chest
rise up with butterflies, and my entire body seemed to be overtaken
with them, and joy.
All the love I had for him, all the struggles and the losses and the
dedication and the battles... every single thing seemed worth it at this
very moment.
We were equals.
"Mmm," he whispered, before parting his own lips and sliding his
delicate tongue inside my mouth. My breathing stopped again as our
tongues collided in even symmetries. It felt like this was our first kiss,
our first real moment together. Everything was heightened. Every
sensation, every taste bud, every tingle... It was all maxed out now.
And I knew he felt it too. I didn't have to wonder -- or worry, for that
matter -- if I was kissing him too rough, or if he was indifferent to my
technique...
I wasn't sure if it was our long talks this past month, all the
preparations I tried to give him... From what he witnessed with my
actions, or Charlie's... I couldn't figure it out, couldn't wrap my head
around it.
But while Edward was doing this, keeping himself in check so easily...
he convinced me of one thing I knew from the start, all over again:
Edward was indeed... perfect.
"Emmett, it's not safe yet. Edward's a newborn, remember? You can't
j-"
"It's okay," Edward whispered softly behind me, so soft that the
humans couldn't hear him.
"Edward, how on eart-" I felt him reach around, his hand covering my
mouth and cutting me off.
"My throat is burning fire, but I... don't... want them. I don't know if
that makes sense, and I cannot explain it, even if I made an attempt
to... I can see the veins pulsing in his neck, I can see his chest
bouncing to the delicate rhythms of his heart strums... but..." Edward
shook his head, taking a shallow breath, "...I don't want them. I think
I've somehow trained my mind to know what I can and cannot have."
Emmett started to take a step inside, but I raised my hand to him, and
he halted his movements.
"Edward, I don't like this at all." I said after I removed his warm hand
from my lips, not trying to sound any less-eased than I actually was.
"We cannot... I-I don't think that they sh-"
"Trust me, Bella," he replied, as his hands glided to my hips and he
moved me from out of front to him. "I can work on the restraint."
Emmett slowly took another step inside, half of his body still out in the
hall.
"You are thinking that you're scared of me," Edward whispered, his his
all-too-velvet voice.
Edward tilted his head, remaining in his spot. "I'm not going to hurt
you."
"I know," Edward replied with a slight chuckle that made the butterflies
bounce in my belly again, "I cannot figure it out either. I don't know
how it happened. The last three days, I've spent locked inside my
body, battling the internal flames and the constant voices of my family
in my head... And the last twenty four hours, I've somehow
programmed my mind to block out certain sounds and voices, so I can
focus on one thing and not the other... But I don't know how I am doing
it."
"Your brain is working faster now than it did at human speed," I tried to
explain to him. "You've created a mind filter."
'I know," Edward replied, mimicking Emmett's actions and placing his
own hands into his pockets, "I'm sorry if my eyes are bothering you. I
hadn't been giving a chance to see m-" Edward cut his own voice off,
as he tilted his head back toward the floor. "Oh, never mind. Carlisle
just told everyone, and Alice is running to her room to get a mirror."
Edward snapped his head to me, furrowing his brows as he covered his
throat. He took a deep swallow, looking more dazed.
And that was when I realized that I mentioned hunting to him, and I
ignited that flame worse.
I nodded, licking my lips and reaching out to him, "It's okay. We'll go
somewhere close, and get back quickly."
I could hear the rest of his family talking fast and running toward the
door, their heartbeats accelerated in their excitement to see Edward.
By instinct, I locked up and wrapped around Edward, blocking him from
getting to them as best as my strength would accept.
Edward allowed me to, not trusting himself now that his throat and his
thirst were taking control of his brain.
"Emmett, get out and shut the door," I snapped, and Emmett quickly
obliged, slamming the door shut behind him.
"Yes. I'm sorry, I didn't think. We should go, and then you can try
seeing your family afterward."
"She can wait," I replied with a reassuring nod, as I stroked his smooth
and more-defined muscles of his biceps.
"Edward."
"Just let her, Bella. It's... important to her."
I pursed my lips and looked at his face cautiously, looking for any hint
of hesitation on his half. But he didn't show a single sign that he didn't
trust himself, or his control. So I nodded.
Carlisle opened the door, sliding the long, oval-shaped mirror along the
far wall, before closing the door again.
All of their mouths dropped, as their stared at him in what can only be
described as awe.
I couldn't help but feel stunned as I watched his eyes melt over his
family members. This just kept getting better and better.
Alice jumped up and down, thrusting her finger against the glass
window, toward the mirror.
Edward snickered and nodded, motioning for me to turn it toward him.
I obliged, grabbing the heavy object and twisting it around to face him.
Edward stopped dead in his tracks. The grin on his face disappeared,
as he studied his own reflection.
He snickered, watching the light from the ceiling bounce along his
perfect teeth. "I can see everything," he whispered. "I can see every
curvature... every indent... I can taste the room and my surroundings.
Everything is so much more crisp, more intensified..."
He ran with me toward the river, and I felt my butterflies soaring all
around me now. He seemed so excited about it. I watched his
expressions, as he realized he didn't need his oxygen anymore, he
couldn't feel his heartbeat through his chest... He seemed like a child
on Christmas eve, waiting to catch Santa climbing down the chimney.
We halted when we got to the water, and his smile grew more
intoxicating, "Are we going to jump it?"
I laughed as we took a few more steps behind us, "Oh yeah? Do you
want to go first?"
He looked at me and tilted his head, weighing out his options. "Are you
asking me to show off?"
He grinned as he took deep breaths, the air from the chilly night
showing from his lips in a fog. He extended his hand to me as his grin
grew crooked, and I took it, biting my lip. Then we were off, running
through the trees with the wind from the sparkling night soaring
through our hair. I continued to watch his expressions as he adjusted
to the sensations of the breeze on his delicate skin, the sounds from
everything around him... Noticing that he was so happy made me
elated.
Once we came closer to our prey, we knelt down to the ground, taking
in the atmosphere around us as a whole. I tried to get him to block out
one of his five senses, and focus on each one individually... as I was
talking, I noticed Edward open his eyes, his tongue bouncing on his
bottom lip as he watched my thorough explanations.
"Oh," he replied, looking down to his knees for a second. "Your mouth."
"How's that?"
He brushed his hand through my long hair, inhaling calmly, "I thought
you said I wouldn't want you like this at first?"
He cleared his throat, jerking his eyes away from me, "Well... now, I
guess I am. Thanks for mentioning it."
I took a steady breath, trying to even out my own body cravings. "Let's
allow that be the focus first. We'll worry about the rest... after."
It took every ounce of will power I had to not pounce on him at that
very second. "It's a deal."
"I really am!" Edward replied with another chuckle as he ran and
stopped in front of me, blocking my path.
"Bella, come on..." He replied with another grin as he wrapped his arms
around my waist, "I don't know how many more times I can apologize
to you."
I gave him another pointed glance, turning my head away from his
face before I caved in and smiled back at him.
I closed my eyes and curled my fingers into fists, all the while still
trying not to smile, "You're just so... irritating. It irks me!"
"I am, but... grrrrr," I growled at him, trying to turn away from him,
which didn't happen since he was now stronger than me.
I took a deep breath, feeling slushy from too much liquid. "I just don't
see how you didn't get a single drop on you, Edward... Not one. None
on your cheeks, on your jaw, on your shirt... Why do you have to be so
perfect? Even in the immortal world, I still find myself inadequate."
That did it. I slapped his chest and smiled, trying to pull away from
him.
He refused me, laughing into the tight skin on my neck. "Are you ready
to forgive me yet? Or do I have to man-handle you?"
I bit my lip and closed my eyes, feeling my body ache at his teasing
words. "Man-handle me?" I mocked at him, placing my hands on my
hips, while he kept his around me in a tight hug.
"Please Bella?"
Now it was his turn to bite his lip, before he burried his face back into
my neck. I felt him begin to nibble there, and shuddered as my fingers
clasped around his biceps. It felt so good to have more of this contact,
and not be able to put restraints on myself or him, for any reason now.
"Fine," I sighed, caving into him like I knew I would. "You're forgiven."
I could feel his lips moving along my neck as he grinned. "Thank you
angel," he whispered, causing me to shudder.
I looked above me, watching more stars form into the sky as it became
darker, as I wrapped my arms around his waist.
He hummed, before cradling my face into his silky palms, pulling his
face back to look at me. We were pelvis to pelvis, chest to chest...
perfect reflections of each other.
I took a deep breath, stroking my fingers through more of his locks, "I
cannot wait to be Isabella Swan-Cullen."
"Yes," I replied after a few more dizzied seconds. "I'm going to hyphen
it, so I can keep a part of Charlie with me, forever."
Edward beamed, closing his eyes at the same time I did, while his
thumbs placed gentle caresses along my cheekbones, "I like that."
"Me too."
I could hear him swallow at the same time I did, and was thrilled by the
fact that I knew he could hear me swallowing too. I think it almost
amazed me more than him that we were equals now...
I felt him press his warm lips to my equally tempermatic ones, and a
frenzy took over me. I gasped, throwing myself against him. My arms
weaved around his neck, my hands grasping at his hair. I felt his sweet
breath along my face when he parted his lips for more friction, before
engulfing me with the incredible taste of his tongue again. His fingers
grasped on my hips, and within half a second, I was lifted in the air. I
threw my legs around his waist, feeling my body ache and form around
him delicately.
All the thoughts and objections I had on the Cullen's behalf went right
down the tunnel of doom.
"No," panted, feeling my legs wrap around his waist and jerk him down
to me without my consent, "how are you controlling yourself? You're
still a newborn here. I expected you to half-slauter everyone in town."
It made sense. We just spent the past two hours hunting, all of which
Edward maimed and handled with perfect grace and technique.
"Are you sure?" I worried, biting my lip as I continued my rant that I've
had the past two hours. "If not, we can stop and go back. There's
always more animals in the w-"
All I did was nod lightly, in a mere haze of desire for him.
With that, Edward crushed his lips to me and pushed me back into the
dirt.
I could hear clothes being ripped away from the both of our bodies as
lust came crashing around us like water at Niagara Falls. Within about
three seconds, we were both naked.
Edward plunged his tongue back inside my mouth, and low moans
escaped from both of our throats as our bodies collided together, both
outwardly and internally.
I grasped at his shoulders, lifting my back off of the dirt path so I could
wrap all my limbs possible around him. I felt my lower body being
pushed and pulled from the soil to the air, as he took me over with his
frame, fulfilling me so completely that there wasn't a mere inch to
spare.
Every sensation, every touch, every kiss, every moan or sigh or hum or
gasp... every sound of our bodies connecting surrounded the air so
thickly, it was all we could hear. Our noises bounced off the trees, from
the water, from the wind... We were everywhere and we were together.
All we had to understand was that there was truly nothing that could
separate us now.
I cleared my throat, walking into the living room with a new set of
clothes, thankful that no one noticed me climbing up to Edward's
bedroom to grab a few changes for us.
The family was wide awake, although it had to be around three in the
morning.
They all rose to their feet when they saw me, all with giddy and excited
expressions on each of their fragile faces.
"Yes, bring him in!" Esme concluded, but I noticed a hesitant Carlisle
pulling them in and standing in front of his family, being the protective
father.
"We all want to see Edward... and I will trust your judgment if it is safe,
Bella. But we must maintain a slow, even distance."
I nodded, taking a steady breath. "I trust Edward. And he trusts himself
as well. I really think he can do this."
Emmett nodded but stood in front of Rosalie, while Jasper stood in front
of Alice.
"Let him in," Jasper said, and I noticed two tiny arms wrap protectively
around his waist, while Alice remained hidden behind his tall form. She
was so adorable, the way her tiny frame wanted to protect him still.
Edward stood, wearing a black button down shirt and dark denim
jeans, his hair looking perfectly unruffled despite our recent activities...
and he was the exact replicate of an angel.
"And, if you feel at any reason that you are losing control of the
situation, all you have to do is give me the glance, and I'll clear
everyone out without anyone getting hurt."
"Yes."
We began to walk through the door, but once my hand reached the
handle, I was pulled back against him.
"I promise," I replied, kissing his cheek gently, "I won't let you hurt
anyone."
"Of course."
I smiled, giving him a slight hug in hopes to soothe away some of his
worries, "Now more than ever."
I opened the door, pulling him slowly across the dining room, and into
the living room. The men continued to stand in front of their women,
with their hands to their sides and smiles on their faces.
Edward slowly peered around me, but kept his fingers on my waist, just
in case.
Edward grinned, bearing his dazzling white teeth, and I could hear
Rosalie gasp from behind Emmett's shoulders. Edward quickly retorted,
closing his mouth in fear of frightening her. Then, a few seconds later,
he grinned again, and chuckled lightly. "I cannot believe you thought
I'd have actual fangs."
"I know. I'm stupid. But stop reading my thoughts, it's creeping me
out."
"Yes," Edward replied quietly, and I wondered if she could even hear
his response.
Her eyes overflowed now, and she smiled and tilted her head at him as
she thought more thoughts.
"Really?"
"I feel... surprisingly okay. The burning isn't too bad. As I previously
mentioned, I think I somehow programmed my brain to understand the
difference between prey and my family."
"When can I be done next?" Alice asked as she hopped from behind
Jasper's expression.
"Guys," I replied, turning back to face his relatives, "You can't do that.
Edward wasn't going to hurt Alice. But if you react so urgently, he's
going to be more distracted, than if you remain calm. Everyone needs
to settle down, so your heartbeats even out? Okay?"
After a few minutes, each of them began to relax, and huddle back into
the formation of men in front of their women.
I gave Edward a pat on his back, before pulling him back to the center
of the room.
Esme's eyes filled with tears again, and she took a slow step toward
us, "Can I... hug him?"
"He won't hurt him," Alice stated, causing us to shuffle our eyes to her.
"I... have another one of those feelings. He won't hurt any of us."
"Because... I've seen it. I can't explain it," Alice said, "...but I feel it.
Edward wants to protect us."
Edward nodded, pushing his hands back into his pockets. "I do."
With that, Esme slowly continued her trail. I watched as she wrapped
her arms around her son, pushing her face into his shirt as she sobbed
against him. "I'm just so... overwhelmed," she tried to explain to us.
"You feel so cold.. so strong... so different but so alike. Just like with
your presence... You're still Edward... I'm amazed, and overwhelmed
by all of this."
"Why not?" Emmett asked. "We all can be together that way. I know I'll
make one bomb-ass vamp, man. You've got to change me."
"You don't understand what you are asking for," I tried to explain to
them, "I'm not even sure if I can explain the full extent of it, or if
Edward fully understands what he just bargained his life for..."
I too felt like Esme... I was impressed by the way everyone picked up
on all of this.
"I'll talk to her," Edward replied to his second father, as he turned and
smiled at me.
Carlisle nodded, watching Edward pull me into his arms. "Please do."
"I will."
"Due time," he replied with a grin, before closing his eyes and kissing
the side of my head.
After about twenty minutes of his family asking him questions about
what it was like to change, or hunt, or how he was feeling... After all
explanations were filled, Edward sent his family to rest.
He grinned at Emmett and nodded, and they gave each other a pat on
the back before Emmett ran up the stairs.
"I know," I replied, cozying up to him, "but what was that all about,
between Emmett and you?"
"He said it felt good to know that we were protecting the family now."
"That's good."
"But," he continued, holding me tight, "he said he had a change of
heart. He said that he couldn't bear the thought of them all passing
away, and us being left behind. He thinks that if we were to combine
our forces, that they could all be changed and it be for the better.
Carlisle and Esme don't want to see us without them. They still want to
be the parents in our lives. They still want to protect us... He says he
won't take no for an answer."
"Yes."
"You know... Bella, I don't have to sleep now. We can spend the whole
night being... together."
I bit the inside of my lip, turning my face to him. "We need to leave the
house then."
"Nope."
He nodded, pulling me out the glass door and into the chiming night.
"Last one there... has to be on top?"
"Yes."
"Then I accept."
He walked toward me, his special side grin decorating his perfectly
pale face, "I've missed you."
I felt myself start to get giddy, but I shook it away, "Edward, we've only
been separated for thirteen hours."
"Long enough."
"It's not like we don't have forever," I said as I continued to back away
from him, "so I don't see why you cannot survive one day."
I felt myself starting to drown in his golden orbs, and shook my head to
maintain my focus, "Well, uh, i-it's bad luck, haven't you ever heard
that before?"
"Yes, old wives tales state that I am not supposed to see the bride the
day before the wedding, I know, I know. But technically, that rumor
was started because humans were afraid that if the groom saw the
bride the night before the wedding, that their marriage wouldn't last.
But you and I already know that we're going to be together forever, so
why do we have to follow those rules?"
"She's coming for you Edward," I warned, "you'd better get out of here.
I can hear her stomping up the stairs."
"I'll survive."
The door to the castle swung open, revealing a scary-like pixie, face
paler than normal, her hair a little messy, and an lingerie nightgown
dress her brother shouldn't technically be seeing her in.
Before we could blink, Alice flew in front of him, using her vampire
speed, and glared at him, "One."
Edward began to back out toward the window, eyeing his sister down,
"Jasper is waiting on you in the bedroom. He's pretty pissed you
stopped doing... whatever it was that you were doing, which I do not
care about whatsoever."
"Two, and that was none of your business, so stop reading everyone's
minds."
"Two and a half," Alice hissed at her brother, as Jasper walked into the
room.
Then Alice turned and glared over at her loving husband, "Why do you
have to get in the middle of this?"
"NO!" Alice huffed as she twisted back and thrusted a finger toward
Edward, "He has to follow the rules!"
"Alice, please, just go get some for all of us. It'll put you in a better
mood."
Before Edward could retract his statement, Alice flew after him and
they both went out the window, which was six stories up from the
ground. Jasper and I ran to the open window, and began to laugh. We
could hear the two of them fighting and bickering and cursing at each
other.
"Five bucks says Edward gets her this time," Jasper said.
We heard something that sounded like a tree being ripped from the
ground, and then we heard Edward shout, "Alice, put that root down!
This is not our house, or our Country for that matter! You cannot
terrorize property! Wait! Don't throw that at me! Alice!"
"Sounds like the two of them are in for another long argument," I said
as I sat on the edge of my bed, "you may want to for-go your plans
with Alice."
Jasper shook his head, "She'll make it up to me. I'm sure by the time
she gets back, she'll have so much adrenaline, she'll need a workout
session."
"You're welcome," he chuckles, "plus that's what you get for Alice
breaking out in the middle of our alone-time, and describing to me her
vision of what she saw you two doing in here."
Then Jasper gave me a kiss on my head, and walked toward the door,
"Oh, Bella, Edward wrote you this letter and asked me to give it to you
tonight."
I listened for any sounds of Alice and Edward's squabble, but couldn't
hear any, so I knew they had taken it elsewhere, and Edward wouldn't
be coming back tonight.
With a slightly defeated sigh, I pulled out the letter, and smiled at each
word I read:
My dearest Isabella,
I cannot wait to meet you at the end of that candlelit isle.
It's the start of a beautiful forever, my love...
Until then, Cinderella...
Yours for eternity,
Edward Cullen.
"Bella?"
Esme grinned as she walked toward me. She wore a strapless white,
knee-high dress, that went perfectly with her translucent skin. Her hair
was down and wavy, bouncing with volume over her shoulders, "Are
you ready to get your dress on?"
"She's got two more pins I've got to get in," Rosalie said through the
bobby pins between her lips, "and then she'll be ready."
"No, she's got to get her garder on first!" Alice shouted as she ran as
fast as lightening over to the nearest bag, "and then you can have
her."
"You guys know that Edward's trying to read all of our minds right now,
trying to figure out what Bella looks like," Alice giggled.
"Do you want to rehearse them?" Alice said as she bounced up and
down.
"I'm afraid if I do, I'll forget them, because I've said them too much."
Alice slipped my white lace garder on my right thigh, and then rose to
her feet, "I think she's ready for her dress."
Rosalie nodded behind me in the mirror.
I felt my chest begin to rise and fall too quickly, and I stumbled in my
red high heels, "Are we sure I can handle this?"
"You can," Esme grinned as the three of them surrounded me, "and
you will."
"Just think," Rosalie said as she turned my face delicately to face her,
"the sooner you can get his beatiful dress on, the sooner you can rush
down that isle, and the sooner you can be Mrs. Edward Cullen,
forever..."
We've been living in Italy for a few years now, and picked the Matrese
Italia church for our reception to take place.
My dress wasn't the average white gown. No, there was no way Alice
would allow that.
She said I was special. She said that all eyes were going to be on me
anyway, so I may as well make it count. Therefore, with her help,
Edward and I designed a red, white, and black only theme, which we
picked out after Edward presented me with my ring.
Edward chose a black tux with a lighter vest strap, and a matching red
tie. He wanted to be more traditional, because he said he wanted all
the focus to be on me.
Alice and Rosalie, which were my bridesmaids, wore simple and plain,
two-inches above the knee, cream strapless dresses.
Edward's best man, Carlisle, wore a black tuxedo with black vest, with
a red napikin as the accent on the pocket.
My flower-girl, Emmett and Rosalie's four and a half year old daughter,
Gracey Mae Hale, wore a dress that was white, with a red ribbon that
ties behind in a big bow.
"Bella, try not to tremble too much, I can't fasten the back of this,"
Rosalie giggled as she pulled me back toward her.
"Sorry Rose."
We chose the banquet hall for our after reception, which was draped
with white fabrics, silver chairs, shipped-in trees from Bale', and
chandeliers. Both the banquet hall and the church itself will be dimly
lit, with yellow candle accents framing each of the pews in the church,
and each of the corners in the reception hall. There will be hand-
selected petals draped down the isle I'm about to walk down, and thin,
white linen fabric draped from each pew, cascading down toward my
man in waiting...
"Hey Bells," Alice snickered as she adjusted a pin in my hair, "do you
remember last year when Jasper and I got married on the beach, and I
almost fell because of my train?"
"What I was getting at," she glared teasingly, "was that I've already
messed up. So if you're worrying about falling or something, after all
this grace you've inherited in your hundred-odd some years of being a
beautiful vampire, then don't be. I've almost beat you to it."
I sighed, rubbing her arms, "That's not what I'm afraid of."
It's funny how, when we first started wedding planning, I told them I
could get married in holy, torn-up jeans, standing next to a run-down
shack and be just as happy... but the more and more I looked at all the
effort that went into this wedding... the happier I was that I chose to go
down the elegant path.
Because today, after all the countless years of searching for myself, I
knew who I was in this moment: I was Edward's princess.
"She just went potty, she'll be here in a moment," Rosalie said. "Gosh, I
cannot believe how gorgeous my little girl is in her dress!"
Carlisle and Esme were changed about three years ago, between
Emmett and Rosalie's changes.
"Mama, Mama!" the little girl with the matching blue-green eyes of her
father -- pre-Vamp -- and the full lips of her mother, not to mention the
cascading blonde hair, button nose, and high cheek bones which was a
mix between the both of them, came running at Rosalie's side, tugging
on her dress, "I'm ready mama, can you fixes my dresses though?"
"It's fix my dress, dear angel, and yes I will," Rosalie beamed as she
adjusted it for her daughter, "are you ready to throw some flowers?"
"Now remember," Esme said as she squat in front of her, "no throwing
them at the people, despite what Daddy told you, and make sure to
scatter them around, okay?"
Esme giggled and kissed her forehead, before rising back to her feet.
He continued his tickle until she was laughing so hard, Rosalie slapped
him and said the humans in the pews wouldn't be able to hear the
piano.
"Daddy," Gracey Mae hissed as she fisted her hips, eyeing him down
with the look she learned from her mother, "you frumpled my dresses."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Emmett said as he adjusted it, "all better now?"
"Yes, fanks."
I danced from foot to foot, imagining Edward, the priest, and his best
man Carlisle, all entering the crowded church from the side door,
awaiting my arrival.
I bit my lip and looked down, to the half-smirked picture of the proud
man in the police uniform.
I felt my heart crush with both a sadness that Charlie couldn't be here
today, and a joy that he was still ever-present in my heart, "Yes.
Daddy's going to walk down the isle with me..."
I stood back in the shadows of the hall, while the grand doors swung
open, delivering the sweet smell of flowers and Freesia, as well as the
dim lights of candlelight and the reflections of roses cascaded down
the long isle.
The first day I met Edward, in the hall of school. Meeting the Cullens,
baseball practice, the almost-kiss at his parents house, the party where
the truck almost hit him, the discussions of our real parents, the i love
you's, the first kiss, the first time we made love, Edward's acceptance
of who I was, the time we spent in the meadow, the time we walked
back to school after we had been changed, when he showed me the
ring, when we picked out our house here in Italy, when we fought
Victor, Edward holding me at Charlie's funeral, the changes of his
family, Edward's little phrases, such as "Until Then" and "You are so
beautiful..."
Every single detail of every single day with him washed over me like a
waterfall... I was overwhelmed, and anticipating the idea of getting
down that isle and holding his hand now more than anything.
The bridesmaids and groomsmen headed down the isle slowly, first
Alice and Jasper, and then Emmett and Rosalie. I felt jealous of them,
that they were getting to Edward before I was... Esme held onto
Gracey's hand, making sure she didn't run off after her parents, like
she did during rehearsal the day before yesterday.
Then she handed her tiny palm over to me, before Esme strolled as a
single down the isle.
I looked down to the little blonde model and kissed the top of her head,
"Are you ready to make your entrance?"
Gracey counted out in her head, and before she got to five, she
stopped and twisted around, "Oh, Aunt Bellsa?"
"Yes?"
As she strolled delicately and threw the pink, white, and red rose
petals, I took one final glance at my father's photo I gripped so tightly,
"I love you, Daddy. I hope you're proud of me. Mama too."
Then, as I watched Gracey stand next to her mama at the end of the
candlelit isle, and the music came on and my friends and family rose to
their feet, I recognized my cue.
Imagining my father pulling my hand through his arm, and kissing the
side of my head, I began to take my step with the rhythm of the slow
but steady classical wedding march. While I was walking, I could hear
the murmurs and whispers of my friends ooohing and aweing my dress
and my appearance, but my eyes -- which bounced from the white
sheer tents, the red roses, the candlelight on each of the pews, --
zoned straight down that isle and right toward him.
That God would have seen that today of all days would be the best day
to take me out of this world, and I would never reach the end of the
isle... or my husband to be. That this was a dream, or that He decided
right then and there that I didn't deserve this miracle man...
My sharp eyes zoned in on a hand that reached out for me, and
suddenly, I was as calm as day break.
It seemed like all my thoughts, along with everyone's whispers and the
music... all of the people that surrounded us...
Like God had made his second appearance and had taken away every
single person in this entire world, but me and him...
My perfect man, who was one foot away from me now, with an
extended pale hand waiting for me to take.
Bronzed hair, which was spiked in the front and had delicate curls
throughout the tips, matched with overwhelming eyes and a
breathtaking smile, not to mention a beautifuly angelic pale face that
matched my complexion perfectly... He was there, he was real... My
equal.
Edward and I smiled, and I felt the anticipation of taking his hand
growing stronger, but I fought back the urge, as the priest continued.
"We are here today – before God – because marriage is one of His most
sacred wishes – to witness the joining in marriage of Edward Anthony
Cullen and Isabella Marie Swan. This occasion marks the celebration of
love and commitment with which this man and this woman begin their
life together. And now – through me – He joins you together in one of
the holiest bonds... Who gives this woman in marriage to this man?"
Then, he placed my hand and into Edward's warm-as mine,... And I was
safe...
I never felt more safer and reassured than I did in that very second.
His smile, his expression, his warmth... everything was identical to
mine.
"As per request, Edward and Isabella have decided to write and deliver
their own vows... Edward, you may start first."
"...As I look at you now, you make it so easy to love you -- your inner
glow, your gorgeous smile, your loving eyes, the way people are drawn
to you and especially the way you look at me. Each morning, when my
eyes find your presence, I look at you and I see love looking back... You
are already my best friend, my companion and my soul mate, but
today, I take you as my wife. All I have to offer is me, my life and all
that you will help me become. I would not be complete if you were not
with me. Where there has been cold, you brought warmth; where my
life was dark, you brought light. In my darkest trouble, in my coldest
silence; I looked for you and you were there. You may not realize it, but
you have helped and saved me in so many ways. I am honored that
you will have me as your husband and I am proud to have you as my
wife. I believe that we were meant to be from the start, I will always
love you with every ounce of my being, every strum of my heart, and
every inch of my love. And I will NEED you forever."
Closing my eyes, I blocked out the waiting friends and family, and tried
to regain my strength.
"I love you," Edward whispered low that only I and the Cullen's could
hear.
I opened my eyes and found his, and my heart began to melt all over
again. I mouthed "I love you too," but couldn't really say it yet... I didn't
trust my voice.
The priest waited patiently for me, and it seemed like it took a good
couple minutes before I could speak again.
We could hear the crowd murmuring and sobbing, but our focus never
left each other's.
And again, I felt nothing but warmth and comfort echoing from him...
Jasper's mind-voodo wasn't needed at this moment.
Priest McClark began again, "Will you, Edward, take Isabella to be your
wife – to live together after God’s ordinance – in the holy estate of
matrimony? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in
sickness and in health, for richer, for poorer, for better, for worse, in
sadness and in joy, to cherish and continually bestow upon her your
heart’s deepest devotion, forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto
her as long as you both shall live?"
Edward smiled as his perfect finger brought the ring to linger over my
finger, "I, Edward, take you, Isabella, as my friend and love, beside me
and apart from me, in laughter and in tears, in conflict and tranquility,
asking that you be no other than yourself, loving what I know of you,
trusting what I do not know yet, in all the ways that life may find us..."
I took a steady breath, and began my words, "I, Isabella, take you,
Edward, as my friend and love, beside me and apart from me, in
laughter and in tears, in conflict and tranquility, asking that you be no
other than yourself, loving what I know of you, trusting what I do not
know yet, in all the ways that life may find us..."
I slid the platinum, stainless steel, silver, double-lined ring onto his
finger, where it would remain forever.
"Edward, I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I
am, and all that I have, I honor you, in the name of God. I love you."
Priest McClark smiled as his hand rested over both of ours, "May you
always share with each other the gifts of love – be one in heart and in
mind – and may you always create a home together that puts in your
hearts, love, generosity, and kindness first. In as much as Edward and
Bella have consented together in marriage before this company of
friends and family and have pledged their faith – and declared their
unity by giving and receiving a ring – are now. But firstly remember to
always be each other’s best friend. What – therefore – God has joined
together – let no man put asunder...
"With this statement made of love and trust, which we have just heard,
I now wish you to greet Edward and Isabella as husband and wife – and
may your days be good and long upon the earth... May this day shine
eternally in your lives. May it add brilliance to every achievement and
cast a divine light over any misfortune. May you care for each other in
all sadness. May you give cheer to each other. May you give vitality to
each other in all undertakings. May all that is virtuous, beautiful and
honest, remain with you always and forever..."
I felt like my body was overwhelmed with tears, and for a moment... I
thought they were going to come again.
It felt surreal, to know that always and forever... this beautiful, selfless,
man... my only reason for existence... was mine... My husband.
He turned to face Edward, "Edward Anthony Cullen, you may now kiss
your bride."
Twinkle lights or orange, yellow, and white led us down through our
family and friends, and we still didn't release each other while we
continued our meet and greets.
We had two matching identical wedding cakes, though one was more
of a secret... They were both squared, had three-layers, which had
chocolate and white sides on each opposite, which criss-crossed color
swirls. There were also red roses decorating each layer.
I don't know how Alice pulled it off or if she just made it herself, but
let's just say that one was edible only by myself and the cullen family,
though it looked identical to the ones made for our human guests... We
cut through the human one as tradition was kept, and we playfully
shoved the disgusting battered mess into each other's faces, that way
we didn't have to eat it and gag in front of anyone who may grow to be
suspicious.
Next, Edward sat me on my chair in the middle of the dance floor, and
twisted and winked at Mike and his brothers, before he dipped his head
into my dress and planted a kiss on my inner-thigh, before trailing the
lace garder down my leg. He smirked, flicking the lace gracefully over
to Ben. "Thought I'd help Angela out," he whispered to me.
Following that, the sweet melodies cascaded around our friends, while
Edward pulled me into his arms and led me out in the middle of the
romantic dance floor. I took a deep breath while he pulled my chest
against his, and the beautiful lyrics of 'Someone Like You' by Van
Morrison swam over us.
Edward slid one hand down to the small of my back, while he held my
right hand between our stilled hearts.
"Completely irreplaceable."
His right cheek pressed into mine, and I closed my eyes, allowing him
the will to freely spin and pull me around the dance floor.
His warmth and smell of mints and heaven intoxicated me with every
move he made to squeeze me tighter... He could break every rib in my
body at that moment, and I still wouldn't have pulled away from him.
I felt his lips brush along my earlobe and sighed, pulling my face away
so I could look at him while we moved.
I allowed my arms to hover over his, and I locked my fingers behind his
back as well.
His dazzling smile took presence on his face again, and he said, "Just
wait until a million years from now... It'll only get better."
He gave me a warm kiss while our family applaud, and then we were
interrupted by Gracey tugging on my dress.
I sat next to Esme and Carlisle, holding their hands as all of our family
and friends began to gather on the dance floor and move with the
song.
Lifehouse's 'You and Me' came on, and my solid chest quenched
lovingly as I watched him sway the little girl in his arms in a slight slow
circle, watching her tip her head back, allowing full trust in him to hold
her up, so she could bellow out a roaring laugh, just like her daddy
Emmett.
Edward laughed and spun her around effortlessly, before lifting her up
and taking her right hand in his left, and dancing with her gracefully
and professionally.
He leaned in and kissed her forehead, and she blushed, her pink
cheeks rising to a delicate human warmth. Then she placed her little
head on his shoulder as her exhaustion began to take place, and he
held her tight, swaying his niece from side to side slowly.
"So," Rosalie said as she sat on Carlisle's leg so she could be next to
me, "how's the whole adoption thing looking so far?"
"I know... but look how good he is with Gracey... he'd do good any
way."
"Do you... you know, think you'll tell the child in question about your
identies..."
"We won't keep it from them, if that's what you're asking. We'll most
likely be like you and Emmett, handle it that way."
"I know," I said, "I just... I'm so happy to have this life with him."
"I know you are, it's written all over your face."
We gave each other a hug, before Carlisle pulled me out on the dance
floor.
Songs such as 'Book Of Love' by Peter Gabriel, 'I Love You' by Sarah
McLachlan, 'Come What May' by Moulin Rouge, and 'I Only Have Eyes
For You' by The Flamingoes provided the serenity we and our guests
needed throughout the night.
I danced with Carlisle, then Emmett, then Jasper, then Esme... then
Gracey... the list kept going and going until everyone had danced with
someone.
Edward too had his fun share of women to twirl around the dance floor
with.
After that, we opened a few presents -- saving most for after the
honeymoon -- and after talking more with our friends, we had our final
dance.
With that one, Edward pulled me away from Carlisle again, and safely
back into his arms.
'Come Away With Me' by Norah Jones was our final song choice, since
we felt it was most appropriate.
Edward moved me deeper into him, his warm arms surrounding me,
and I buried my face into the right crook of his neck and closed my
eyes.
We didn't have to say anything, our body language and the music said
all we were wanting to say.
And we knew that now, as Mr. and Mrs. Edward Anthony Cullen, we
were on the first second of forever...
I closed my eyes, breathing in the sunlight that shed over the trees
and across my face.
The fresh smell of pine trees, spring water, sunflowers, and wheat
intoxicated my senses, while the gentle feeling of a warm index finger
creating lazy trails on the middle of my palm kept me calm.
Edward had his eyes closed, soaking in the sun as well. Little white
diamonds flickered along his eyelids, his cheeks, his lips...
I trailed them down, imagining his arms beneath his jacket, and finally
re-appearing on his hands, which were intertwined with mine above
the grass.
It was so serene here.
So calming.
So beautiful.
Our meadow.
I smiled to myself and turned back toward the sun. In the secret
section of the woods behind Carlisle and Esme's old house -- which was
now ours, -- we knew that no one would find us here. It was our secret,
a place where we could be ourselves.
"Uh oh," Edward chuckled, not bothering to open his eyes. "Here he
comes. He found something."
"He's not thinking about it. I don't think he knows what it is, just that
it's ... 'magical!'."
"You did!" Edward replied, sitting up and tickling the straight, blonde-
haired, blue-eyed boy. "What is it?"
"I dunno," he replied with a shrug, cupping his hands together between
their bodies. "You must tell me!"
Edward chuckled, reaching out and opening his tiny hands between his
own. "That... my son," he replied smoothly. "Is a grasshopper."
His mouth dropped in surprise, "A... WOW! Mama I found a
grasshopper!"
"Cool buddy," I said, reaching out and rubbing his arm. "Where did you
get him at?"
"Jack..." Edward warned, giving him a tsk glance. "What did we tell you
about going to the spring without us?"
"Regardless," I said, rubbing his knee through the fresh whole on his
grass-stained, brand new pair of jeans, "we don't want you to get hurt.
Stay in the feild, okay? I'm sure you'll find grasshoppers here as well."
"Thank you."
Edward reached over and found the glass jar that Jack keeps all his
findings in, before transporting them back to his 'zoo' in his bedroom.
"So, what are you going to name him?"
Little Jack pondered for a moment, lifting his index finger to tap on his
chin -- an action he learned from his father. "I think I'm going to name
him... EMMETT!" He giggled, throwing his head back, falling into his
father's legs.
"Because! He's green and bouncy, like Emmett is!" Jack giggled,
thrashing and laughing beneath Edward's hands. "Plus! He's got a
really big body and skinnier arms and legs! It's perfect!"
"So it is," Edward chimed, grinning at me. "I think it's perfect."
Plus, we weren't having much luck with the adoption agencies there.
Besides his personality and charm... even the middle name had us
convinced that this was fate.
He was only two at the time. His parents had died in a car accident,
making him the only survivor. He had no family, being that his parents
were both only child's, and his grandparents were long and passed.
At first, he was much reserved and shy... but we just knew there was
something special about him. He was too young to understand the loss
of his parents, and though we put our names on his certificate after the
process was through, we never kept his parent's hidden from him. Both
their black and white pictures hang above his bed, as a memorial to his
past-life.
The three of us each had a past of our own. Edward and I felt as,
though he would always know his parents, he could also be re-born,
just like us. But we'd never change him. Not without his consent, and
not for a long, long time.
Jack grew to be the sunshine of our lives. Very bouncy and bubbly.
Very energetic and alive. Very intelligent and wise, but clumsy on his
own two feet. He has characteristics of himself and his own, as well as
Edward, myself, Charlie, Carlisle, Esme, Rose, Emmett, Alice, and
Jasper.
At almost five years old now, he's clearly a Cullen in his own right:
Jackson Anthony Wade-Cullen.
Jasper and Alice decided to tour the world. Stops to Australia, Italy,
Germany, Indonesia, Africa, Spain... last call we got from them was
yesterday, letting us know they were in China for the weekend.
Rosalie, Gracey, and Emmett live a few towns down from us. They're
learning so much from Gracey, especially now that she's in her "boys
are yucky but Daddy's okay" stage.
Carlisle and Esme sold their home to us, looking for something smaller
now that all of their children have moved out. They found a two-story
cottage on the other side of the spring from this house, and Esme is
long on her way to redesign and decorate it.
She spends her week-days babysitting Jack and Gracey, while we are
off doing our own things.
Jack was laying on Edward's chest, his lips slightly parted, his eyes
fluttered closed. He was asleep. Edward's chest was slowly rising up
and down, soothing him.
"Let's wait just a while longer," I whispered with a smile. "It's such a
beautiful day, and he'll wake up if we move him."
I reached out and touched his hand, scooting closer to his body.
Once my head was rested on his shoulder, I lifted my left hand and
began to run my fingers through Jack's long hair. "We've got so much
to learn with him," I whispered with a smile. "Each day is a different
story."
"I know. But we'll get there... Having Jack and you, it's such an
adventure," Edward replied. "I cannot wait until he grows up... Seeing
him go through things... Adolescence, and puberty. Seeing him with
girls, and on the honor roll. What career choice he'll make... What he'll
grow up to be... I can't wait to watch life from his eyes."
His voice trailed off for a second. Edward lifted his head, kissing the
top of Jack's head. "I just love him so much."
I bit my lip, smiling up at my husband, "He loves you too. You two are
twins, almost!"
Taking a deep breath, I absorbed all the depths of his piercing, golden,
diamond eyes.
And though I knew he was being truthful about us being inseperable,
meaning we'd be together as a family forever, I wanted to hear him
say it.
He gave me a gentle nod, wiping away a strand from my face with his
free hand, "I promise, my love. We have eternity."