Thursday, April 3, 2008

Untitled - Continuation of "Rosalie's News" from Edward's Perspective

What I’ve wrote is a continuation from Stephenie Meyers own creation of Edwards perspective. “Rosalie’s News.” please don’t judge me too harshly; I don’t claim to be even on the same level as Stephenie Meyer. Please leave a comment of any constructive criticism or thoughts. Thanks.


I shut the phone.

Love, life, existence over.

I had nothing left to hold, to love, to feel, to breathe, to be…

I barely realized that the phone was crushed in my hand that the snarl of fury, of pain had erupted from me.

I felt numb, there was nothing left, the pain was sickening, worse then my rebirth, worse then the look of intense pain on Bella’s face when I told her that I didn’t want her—that I didn’t love her. I thought there was nothing worse then that —but I was terribly mistaken.

I couldn’t think, couldn’t breath, my actions were running away before I could catch up with my thoughts, it didn’t matter. I erupted from the small dwelling, flying past the four stories of families without notice. —Until I shattered through the front door, the old wood cracking and splitting unable to resist my granite bodies force. Then the blinding sun mixed with the debris and dust of the air swirled around me.

I was barely aware of the people around me, obviously surprised at my sudden dramatic appearance, and how my skin reflected the sun and threw rainbows in their direction, I took in some of there faces their expressions mystified squinting at me because of the bright light. Horrified.

I barely had time to register my surroundings before I was running, running so hard, trying to run from the pain from the guilt from the complete anguish.

I saw her. Her eyes filled with tears, her eyelashes danced with tiny diamonds that clung to them. They spilled over her pale cheeks as she tried to comprehend what I said to her.

“Goodbye, Bella.”

“Wait!” she barely manages to get out, reaching for me helplessly.

God how I wanted to reach for her and tell her I’m so sorry, hating that I caused her pain.

I thought she would forget me. Bella…threw herself off a cliff I cringed from the words, hating myself.

I was vaguely aware that I arrived— From San Antonio to Houston, — in record time. I slowly entered the International Airport, the suns beams didn’t bounce off of me, I turned back looking at the sky realizing it was twilight…

Bella’s warm hands using all their force, pressed against the skin of my face pulled me out of my reverie and brought back my lost thoughts.

Her small delicate hands held my face close, her deep brown eyes burning with passion, boring into mine.

“You must never, never, never think of anything like that again! No matter what might ever happen to me, you are not allowed to hurt yourself!”

Her voice was so clear; I could even taste her scent on the back of my tongue. And tried desperately to keep her in my arms before the warmth left my face, her eyes blur and her voice melt back into the buzz of the crowded airport.

I tried frantically to remember her warmth, her scent, her eyes, the curve of her lips, the brush of her hair, the colour of her skin. My mind came up blank and all I could feel was the mounting pain, I was no longer numb.

I didn’t heed my own subconscious trying to remind me of Bella’s plead.

I felt my pockets; the dry material was filthy, and almost crumbled in my grasp. But I came up with what I was looking for and grasped my wallet witch held my passport.

Wow that guy smells disgusting. Hasn’t he heard of soap or a magical thing called a shower. Jeeze its common courtesy.

I locked eyes with a girl, about 16.

Her thoughts revolted, and she turned away quickly, her mind fluttering in a panic.

A scowl twisted my face as I stealthily walked up to the line leading to the front counter. I didn’t miss the glances that people gave me. Seeing myself reflected in all their anxious thoughts. I looked like a vampire. The rings around my eyes were never this black, that they almost matched the depth of the coal in my eyes that showed my thirst. My face was unrecognizable. I didn’t care, even as they all cringed away from me.

All thoughts seemed to be centered on me, as I finally approached the front counter. The middle-aged women’s bored plain eyes glanced at me as I approached her counter. They widened significantly as they took in my demeanor, and appearance.

“Hi there welcome to George Bush Intercontinental Airport.”

My scowled deepened as I dropped my visa and passport and sternly growled “Two to Rome, first-class.”

Her thick eyebrows rose.

Excuse me! No need for the attitude.

I leaned close to her my black eyes frightening her internally.

“No, there’s definitely a need for the attitude.”

Her eyes widened even more, but I blocked out the outrage of inane chatter. And concentrated on anything but the throbbing in my insides, the most real pain I’ve ever experienced.

The women’s eyes shrunk and she glared at me through the small openings her eyelids allowed.

“Enjoy your flight.” She said icily

I warped my scowl up into a twisted smile (that frightened her more then the darkness of my eyes.) “Thank you.” I said curtly.

I barely remembered passing through security, or waiting to board.

I entered the plane in the line of humans; the buzzing around me never annoyed me so much. The plane took off.

“Can I get you anything?” asked a flight attendant through her smile.

Her smile quivered as I met her bright earnest gaze.

“No nothing at all, and please don’t ask me again.” I answered her briskly.

Whoa, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed!

“Of course” she answered timidly

I rolled my eyes. And closed them pinching the bridge of my nose, and contemplated the ways to spend the endless time until I reached my goal that lay within Volterra.

I now could perceive why humans thought flying a very ghastly experience. I settled in my seat and tried to remember…

Nothing. I could barely make out her face and the pain doubled as the realization hit me.

I concentrated on anything else feeling my control waver, and my muscles coil; I’d never be able to wait out a minute let alone an hour.

I contemplated the Volturi, my body relaxed immediately and I took comfort from knowing that the pain would soon be gone. And maybe…

No.

I couldn’t think about that, I mustn’t give myself the most improbable hope, I so much cleaved to. —that maybe I’d see her again.

No.

I made my wandering mind focus even as the pain seared uncomfortably in my throat.

I planned my strategies, thought of different ways to provoke the Volturi. Our loyal family. The plan was so they would give no mercy and kill me, simple enough. They were friends of Carlisle, and I didn’t want to bring him any harm. The Volturi had special talents, I remember Carlisle telling me the stories —there was a new pain, over the already existing pain; the pain of hurting my family.

What would Esme do? What would they say? My mind shied away from the thoughts that erupted from me, the pain I would inevitably cause them. They must understand! I thought of Alice, she may already have told them all, would they try to stop me? My head spun at the realization that they most definitely would. I can’t waste any time.

I have to prepare for every improbable circumstance. I would ask them. The Voturi may simply take pity on me, and consent and take my anguish away. But what if they refuse? They might not do it out of loyalty to Carlisle. My stomach clenched.

Damn Carlisle then. I would have to do whatever necessary. I’ll trash the town and bring the beams of the city down, and expose myself; I’ll go through the city and kill whoever in my sight …

My mind suddenly conjured up Carlisle face, and knew immediately that I could never take the life of an innocent. Just out of loyalty to my father, if nothing else.

“You…don’t…want me?” Bella said in monotone.

“No” I answered

“No!” I said the pained quenched in my throat, as I involuntarily jumped from my seat.

I glanced over into the eyes of the few startled passengers.

I slowly settled back in my seat and buried my head in my hands, resting it on my knees and focused on my breathing. “I’m sorry Bella.” I whispered.

We finally landed in Rome and I took the next flight out to Florence. The sun was just rising.

My goal was just barely in my grasp.

Then I reached Florence.

The sun barely had a chance to summon rainbows off my skin. As I ran through the glass door of the airport, and bolted towards Volterra. Just outside the city I stole a slow car, the only advantage of having tinted windows. I let my actions fly ahead of my thoughts. And finally reached the heart of the city.


~Nicki~

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Untitled by Leah (with Italian lyrics to Your Song)


Remains by Bleeding Statue

Remains
By Bleeding_Statue

I'm stupid. And even knowing that, as mentally aware of my stupidity as I am, I'm still following her home. Still slipping into her room at night. Still humming her lullaby in her ear when she got restless. Still loving her.
I don't know why I still hung around. My family had moved to Maine, and everyone thought I had gone with them. Did I really love her that much? That must be the case, because she was alright without me, she had fallen in love, she didn't need me.
Maybe if I'd come sooner. . . but it was too late for what-ifs. My punishment for not making it in time---No. My punishment for coveting, loving, wanting, craving with a need that was stronger than any blood lust he'd ever felt. . . I now understood the punishment, (understood, not accept) they'd given me a taste of love, that powerful all consuming love that kills everything in it's path, that love that had left me weak and sobbing, and then ripped it away, which had ended in physical pain. Always pain. Born by pain, love by pain, die by pain. The pain of knowing where she was driving, not to my house, but his: Jacob Black.
I could still remember Jacob's expression when he had found out. He'd asked me about it later, unable to understand why I had given her up, and for a minute, he forgot what he was talking to.
And I think that's why Jacob chooses to ignore my sent on her from time to time.
Now I understood why tragedy after tragedy kept happening to me and Bella. We weren't meant for each other. Even though I loved her with all my heart, maybe that wasn't enough. It was fate she and Jacob ended up. He followed her to prom, he stayed with her when I didn't, he got her to fall in love with him. I used to think Bella was my soul mate, but maybe it was meant to be. Maybe she was supposed to have lost her memory, maybe vampires weren't supposed to fall in love.
I've been following her truck for some time now, but Bella has just crossed the line into La Push, so now I have to sit and wait (and trust that dog with the heart of the girl I will forever love), because that's one thing Jacob can not ignore.
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It's almost midnight when I hear the roar of Bella's truck clank it's way out of La Push. I pause my pacing and lift my head to watch as it idles by me, then I catch sight of Bella through the driver's side window. I froze as I noticed for the first time the salty track of tears on her face.
My first instinct is hard to fight down but I controlled my need to launch myself at her and cradle her in my arms, like I used to, before she forgot. When it was okay. I suppose this is what I got for trusting her heart to another.
Then I remembered something I had pulled out of Jacobs mind a while ago.
He knew it would happen someday, but he stubbornly sticked to his motto: ''If I can't see it, it can't see me.''
Jacob had imprinted. Sad but true, a shy fourteen year old from the reservation had come with her friends to hang out with the 'hunky' tribe boys, attracted to their 'wildness'. Jacob had called Bella over today to tell her.
And now she was driving home alone, wondering if she'd ever find someone to replace him, but not wanting to replace him because she loved him and wanted to be kept company by his memories, but memories don't talk with you, or hold your hand when your sad, or kiss you when you feel alone and ugly and foolish.
I knew how she felt. And I could tell her that the pain would probably never go away, but that was life, and that was the price she would pay for loving and living. That pain I knew, and I still lived with, today, right now, and it flared as I remembered Carlisle words, sounding hard and cold, even in his fatherly sympathetic tone. '' She has amnesia, and I don't think her memory will come back.'' His sad, painful expression bore into mine. ''What will you do, Edward?'' And I didn't know. I just stared at him and backed up, my back hitting the wall as I backed away from him, from this horrible reality, and slid down to the floor. My head in my hands, I'd made the decision to let her go.
If I left now, she would never remember, she wouldn't feel the pain of my departure, like she had before, and if I left soon enough, she wouldn't have a chance to fall in love with me again, and I wouldn't have a chance to change my mind. But I hadn't left soon enough, and ended up staying. How weak and pathetic I was.
She ran right past a sleeping Charlie, straight up to her room, and I shadowed her every move. Like a ghost, an imaginary thing, a monster that belonged in shadow. It broke my heart to see her crying, crying for a loss I knew, oh too well, but there was nothing I could do about it.
Was there?
Well, of course not, I mean, she didn't remember me, she had no idea who I was, or what. She would be shocked and appalled if I (a vampire) slipped into her room at this hour. Or at all.
I mean, of course she was the same Bella, so she might be able to accept me again, or maybe she had spent too much time with werewolfs, listening to the tales, the hatred, and now wouldn't be able to accept who and what I was.
That had to be the case, I thought with a grimace. She would have such a grotesque picture of vampires painted in her head, that she would never be able to accept this, not now.
Bella sat up in bed, wiping her eyes, sniffling, whimpering, killing me with those glassy , chocolate eyes. And for a minute, I could have sworn she was looking right in my eyes. She looked down abruptly, as if embarrassed. The move was so much like when we had first met, I couldn't help but smile. Then she did something that took me completely off guard.
She started humming her lullaby. She was quiet, but I could here it perfectly from my perch on the tree outside her window. I couldn't grasp it. How could she know that song? She had learned it before she lost her memory. . . So it didn't make sense. I had been very specific when removing myself from her existence, all her belongings that I had given her or would remind her of me were carefully tucked away in my room, under our bed. I hadn't forgotten anything, had I? I had taken the CD, right? Yes, I'm listened to it almost every time she was in La Push for a long period of time. (It helped me forget where she was, and who she was kissing.) So she shouldn't know this song.
Perhaps this was some sort of sign from God, I thought idly, almost kidding, but liking the sound of it more and more as I continued to think, what if God actually wanted us to be together, that he appreciated our love that was more than love, and wanted it to continue. Earlier, I had believed fate had driven us apart, but now, was it possible we really were fated together. . .
It was a hopeful thought, and it excited me, making my smile widen. Hope. Believe. The thought made me brave, made me hope, made me believe, made me love. Brave enough, perhaps, to slip into her window, tonight.

Authors Note: In case you didn't get what happened here, Bella got in a car wreck and lost her memory, Edward decided to leave (but didn't really) and Bella started going out with Jacob. Then Jacob imprinted and blah blah blah. You got that part. I'm planning on making a sequel, as well, when Edward attempts to go out with a girl who is convinced vampires are evil. Eeeeeeeee!!!!! R&R!!!!!!!

Friday, November 16, 2007

Twilight Saga Continued by Della

1.planning
I grunted as I attempted to squeeze in the tight dress. How could she think I was this small? I stared at myself in the narrow mirror. “I don’t know Alice…” We had been trying on multiple dresses, in which none seemed right. “It’s just so tight” I still couldn’t zip it up entirely. “Yes maybe your right it is a little too…colorful.” And she wasn’t paying attention to the fact that I was nearly blue too. “Hmmm. Take the next one off the rack will you?’ I grabbed the next dress and threw it to Alice. Can’t she see I’m fed up with this? I’ve been trying on dress after dress for I don’t know how long now.
“Bella! Look at this dress!” Alice nearly squeaked musically.
I scanned the dress; it was a darker shade of white, manila maybe. It had what seemed like a slender top half and flowed from upper torso down. “Try it on” which seemed more like a command. I sighed as I pulled the dress on. It fit perfectly. “Bella it looks stunning on you. He will love it” It was an almost plain dress but Alice was right, I’m pretty sure he would very much like it. “Yes this is the one”. At this point I barely cared I was just ready to get the shoes and leave. Me and Alice decided to head up to Seattle in the morning. I almost instantly agreed, thinking the earlier we went the earlier we would come back. Well knowing Alice I should’ve known better. Ten hours raiding bridal shops up and down the city. It’s July and we’re already planning for the wedding. Every time I think about it I think about my part of the deal. And when I think about eternity with him and his whole self nothing else compares. Everything else is just a miniscule problem waiting to be solved. This would all be fine, take his hand in marriage and we would both get what we wanted. Except for those two people…my part of the deal I think over and over again.
All of my Edward.

Alice picked out a pair of cream shoes she thought would go perfectly I stood there impatiently at the cashier while she took her time scanning the shoes. When we where finally done I basically ran to the Volvo. The drive from Seattle to Forks was about an excruciating two hours I dozed for nearly all of it, just not enough sleep.

When we got to Charlie’s I got out but she stopped me.” Bella…” that dazzling smile fell upon her angels face. “I really had fun today” I couldn’t resist “I did too Alice, thank you, the dress is beautiful.” She nodded, “You know I’m eternally grateful your in this family Bella, at first you where with Edward I was sure you would be afraid; I mean falling in love with a vampire…what’s the chance of that?” she laughed lightly under her breath. “That your fear would over shadow your feelings for Edward.
But of what I never admitted to Edward, well, not on the outside is that I saw your love gradually growing, I saw in the future just how strong his infatuation with you would be. How your love for him would be.” She paused and then went on. “What I’m getting at is other than Edward being the happiest he has been with you, I am very so thankful that you are in my life as well.”
I stared her sincere expression in awe “Me too Alice, me too.” Was all I was able to sputter.
She waved me good bye and I walked off to the house. I walked in and noticed Charlie was slumped over the couch probably passed out by watching a game. I noticed the lasagna on the counter, leftovers from last nights dinner. Poor Charlie thought me and Alice where just shopping. Wait till he finds out why. I groaned and put the dish in the sink. I was approaching the stairs when Charlie croaked out my name “Bells?”. He spun his head from the coach to look at me. “Yea, hi dad” he looked weary “how was shopping?’. “Good, good, hey dad maybe you should go to bed you look tired.” He nodded standing up. “Yea sure am, Billy came and we…” I froze. “Billy?” He stiffened “Yea sorry Bells Jacob dropped him off and picked him up, poor kid wouldn’t even go in the house.” Of course he hadn’t. I tried calling him over the first few days, and then he answered and said he just wasn’t ready to see me, or talk to me. That was that, its been a couple of months and I guess he just not ready yet. I really hope its that. But the thought of him being here, what if I was here? Would he want to talk? Could he forget about this and just be friends? All these memories rushed through my mind. I sighed. “Night Charlie”. He nodded and went to the counter. It wasn’t until I hit the very first stair that I realized I was exhausted. I dragged myself up the stairs and opened my door, I was nearly at my bed when a soft velvet voice greeted me “Hello Bella.” How could I have forgotten? Just not long ago I was too anxious by the fact that it had been a whole day since I had last been with him, I must have been really tired. “Edward”. I guess he had noticed I was already half asleep by now. “How was Seattle?’ I sighed heavily “Well the purpose of the trip was fulfilled…after ten hours” he chuckled, he leaned down softly and placed his cold lips to mine. He kissed me lightly for the slightest if seconds than he retrieved.
There goes my sleep. “We got tuxes” he whispered to my ear. I grimaced. “So soon Edward, too soon” I felt a sliver of cold go up my spine. The most I dreaded about this wedding and it was just ahead. “You need to tell Charlie and RenĂ©” he muttered his voice somewhat muffled “We have talked it over…”
I knew that. Charlie and Rene had gotten married early, and I knew this was different but I highly doubt they will take this marriage lightly. “I’ll try tomorrow.” I gulped down the realization of what I had to do. Would Charlie freak out? Would Rene get mad? I could easily see this would be hard. “If you want, I’ll tell him with you ” Edward said with a soft tone. “No, that’s not the best idea when he hears this news I can already see him picturing a thousand ways to kill you…let alone if your in the room who knows what he’ll do” Edward threw that half smile at me. The one I knew and loved and most of the time just couldn’t resist. “It’ll be fine” he nodded lightly and started cradling me. “Sleep my love. My sweet Isabella for tomorrow is a new day for you and I. You are the only one who has taken my heart. You will forever have it.”
He softly hummed my lullaby and before I drifted into unconsciousness I managed to whisper ‘I love you.’



I awoke in a strange place. Somewhere, deep in my subconscious I knew this was a dream but there was this immensely vivid feeling about it. I had curls springing over as I was running in my dress. My wedding dress. What was I running for…or from? The air was thick of fog and I was beginning to make out a tall figure. Edward? No… it was clearing up. Jacob. He was in a tuxedo and he was smiling at me. It seemed as though he where standing at an alter. I looked at the crowd staring at me…Billy, the whole Quellite crew, even Charlie sitting in the stands smiling at me. I was at the very end of the alter when someone pulled me in the shadows. It was him. He had saved me. I felt tears suddenly spur out of my eyes. He pulled me up to him and started kissing me, not carefully like always but desperately, hard. I pulled back into his arms and stared in his eyes. His face was twisted and his eyes where full of despair. “What…” I gaped for air. He pulled me even closer and held me tight. “I knew.” He released me “You k-knew what???” my voice was intolerably shaky and I couldn’t stop stammering .I needed him. Why did he just release me? “I knew this life would be better for you. Go on.” He kissed me on the forehead while I sit there trying to put together the words that just came out of his mouth. Quickly I realized what had been happening. My conscious was rewinding… “No! Come back I want you!” And there I was running after him the very same way I was in the beginning, but now I realized the dreams purpose. It was going to go on .I kept on running I felt the name coming on the tip of my tongue then it came out at the top of my lungs “EDWARD!” I felt myself running faster. Faster and faster. Then I fell ,so hard.
Suddenly I was in my bed hypervenalating cradling myself. Just like that the tears came again, spurting out, he isn’t here. What if all of this had been a dream, what if he’s still not here. I let myself cry. He quickly came through the window and swiped me off my bed. “What is this all about?” he asked softly I could see he was startled. I sighed in relief “That was incredulously terrible” I whispered softly. It was just a dream. But a horridly realistic one. “And you’ll stay forever?’ I asked. I was actually anxious for his answer. “Of course Bella, you know that” I could see the pain rising in his face. “Whasit a dream?” he murmured. He closed his eyes waiting for my reply. “Nightmare.” He looked up and held my face with his hands ever so gently, “Never, would you have to let that possibility cross your mind and letting it affect you.” He closed he eyes and leaned his forehead to mine. I let a tear slip and stood up. “Lets get breakfast.” I wasn’t in any mood or appetite to eat but I didn’t want to break down and cry. It just hurt him too much. I tried to stand up but as soon as I did I fell on my face. Edward ran straight over, picked me up and sat me on the bed. He looked below at me as I wallow at my clumsiness I looked up at him while he was hiding his smile. We both started laughing, not like always, the occasional chuckles but really laughing. If I could document the moment I would. One minute I was mortified in his arms, the other we’re laughing it all off crouching for breath, well at least I was.
We went downstairs, Edward on hand, just to make sure my bad luck wouldn’t have a surprise visit again.


It was usually hard getting used to the fact that we had no more school . It was Monday, and Charlie was at work. I sat their with Edward gulping down my cereal. We would constantly smirk at each other but no words. It became a game in a way, we both just stayed quite. When I finished my cereal he gestured for if I wanted more, I smirked and shook my head. Then we just sat there and stared at each other. Sort of like who would break the silence first. He would start to make faces and I still didn’t give in. I was quite, actually good at this. Since when was Edward this playful? I was starting to, very much have fun this today.
“This is totally absurd” and at this I was positive he would break the silence. He was the impatient type, after all. “Hah! You broke it. You lose!” I laughed “And what is my punishment?” he looked up from his eyelashes and blinked slyly . If he wasn’t so beautiful he would look almost ridicules. “Hmmm, I don’t know, I’ll have to think of the many ways I can just torture you Edward…” We both chuckled. “Aaah Bella” I stared in his eyes, while he grabbed my hands, “This is very much refreshing..” I could feel the heat creeping up on my cheeks “And that too is very, very much refreshing.” He brushed my cheek. I smiled. How could I possibly be this fortunate? I was staring into the most breathtaking sight I’ve ever laid my eyes on and he’s staring back. When I feel the way I do when I look into those eyes there’s nothing. That he’s a vampire? No not at all. But it is that I am just unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.


2. Truth
Time flew past us extremely fast, we spent the day fooling around and now its almost six. Charlie was almost home. I made Charlie spaghetti and meatballs, while Edward watched. When Charlie came home, Edward would leave and I would attempt to tell him. With him being told I would call RenĂ©. This was my original plan, but Edward insisted he wanted to stay and tell him with me. I looked out of the window and saw the cruiser drive up. “Ok, he’s here.” I muttered trying to calm myself. The door opened and we where already sitting waiting for him. “Hey Bells, Edward.” Charlie said nicely. “Hello Charlie” Edward said politely. “Um, so Charlie I made dinner.” I said quietly. “Great, Edward you eating with us?” Edward nodded “Yes, if that is fine with you” Charlie looked over to me. “Yea sure that’s fine” he sat down with us and started eating; I looked over to Edward. He nodded slightly. This was it. “Charlie me and Edward have an announcement to make” I made sure my voice wouldn’t shake. Edward took my hand under the table. “What is it Bells?” Charlie asked curiously. Edward gripped my hand harder. “Charlie, we’re getting married.” I saw the words sinking in to Charlie’s brain, expecting anything. “What?” Charlie said with what seemed anger rising in his voice. “Isabella and I are getting married in a month.” Charlie looked over to him. “The hell you are!” he looked over at me “Bella it hasn’t even been that long since he left you. Remember that? I can’t even begin to explain how dead you where…and now after a couple of months your going to, what, marry him?” I could see that same pain rising in Edwards eyes. “Charlie, I very much regret that, it was for her very own good.” “Humph” Charlie scoffed. Edward ignored him. “I love your daughter Charlie I will never leave her side. It would mean so much if you gave your blessing.” Charlie looked over to me. “Is this what you want Isabella? To get married, and leave forget college, your future?” I looked over to Charlie, pure anger and hurt in his eyes. “I’m not skipping college Dad. I’m marrying him because I love him, this isn’t a spur of the moment kind of thing. We have loved each other for a long time now, we just want to make it…”I tried to find the right word. “Official” I could only say that. Charlie sighed. “I don’t know Bella, you could be making a mistake” he leaned to me “He could leave you again Bella, what would you do then?” I cleared my voice. I had to do this now. I had to convince Charlie Edward wouldn’t do that. “He won’t do that dad. We love each other.” Charlie looked over trying to get the words he was wanting to say out. “That was what Rene said.” I looked at him in disbelief .He had never mentioned their marriage. I closed my eyes. “We’re not anything like you and mom.” Charlie furrowed his eye brows. “Get out of here Bella” I could feel the tears spurring down my cheeks “Charlie…” He looked down “I need to think. Just go.” I looked at him. He was serious. I stood up and took Edwards hand. “Lets go.” I said flatly. Edward nodded and leaded me to my truck. Once I got in I let the tears come in naturally. Edward took me and cradled me. “Its alright. Its alright.” He kept on saying and cradling I just lay there and cry more. He drove us to the white house by the stream. We walked in and Alice went over and hugged me. “I saw.” She said. And I cried even more. That night I fell asleep in Edwards arms trying to stop my gradual sobbing.

* * * *
I opened my eyes to see Edward right beside me. He was in the sheets too smoothing my hair. “Are you okay, you where very upset last night. I looked away “Not very.” He nodded. “You know what Esme told me?” I looked at him “What?” he grinned “We’re having the wedding here. At the house. Emmett’s actually wanting to do the vows” I laughed. That would be great. The wedding at the white house by the pond. I could only imagine how beautiful this would be. Lights everywhere. Charlie at hand, Rene in the first row tissue dabbing, the whole Cullen family with Emmet at the alter. And then the person standing at the very end of it all. In his black tuxedo his bronze hair shimmering. I could already see the look on his inhumanly gorgeous face as I would walk down and take my place with him. We would take our vow and exchange rings and finally we would be declared husband and wife and Emmet would allow Edward to kiss the bride.

Thursday, August 2, 2007

Sweet Temptation by Katty

Sweet Temptation-by Katty
I rolled my eyes as Alice, for the thirteenth time today, reminded me that she didn’t remember being human. I’d just told her that the one shoe she insisted on strapping to my good foot was pointless. “I’ll just fall and break my other foot you know.” I told her as she tied the blue ribbon around my ankle in record time, making a perfect bow.
“No you won’t Bella, just don’t decide to run a marathon or anything.” Rely on Alice to know the recent future, I thought at she helped me stand, using her shoulder for a support. “Would you like me to carry you to the stairs?” she asked, extending her pale arms toward me. I smiled meekly and nodded.
“Thanks for asking.” Effortlessly she picked me up and strolled to the bathroom door, down the hallway then toward the stairs, Rosalie followed.
“Turn around Edward and close your mind!” she shouted down toward the front door. “Ok,” Alice said to me. She gracefully walked down the stairs and set me at the bottom, then they both went to sit at the piano bench. Butterflies filled my stomach as I watch the back of his bronze haired head. Edward wore a dark tuxedo as he faced the door.
“Can I look yet?” he asked in that beautiful musical voice. Alice nodded and he quickly turned. I heard an intake of breath and realized it was mine own. He looked stunning, even more, if it was possible, than the last time I’d seen him. I tried to smile, unable to take my eyes away from his topaz ones.
“Alice, Rosalie, thank you.” he murmured, walking toward me and pressing his cheek to mine. “You smell…wonderful.” he complimented, breathing in. My heart raced, which I’m sure he could hear.
“Heh, thanks.” was all I could say, I felt like I could faint. He stepped back and showed me what he held. In his hand were several white flowers.
“Freesia,” he informed me and carefully put them into my hair. “Beautiful.”
“So are you.” I told him and stumbled forward to hold him in my arms. Naturally, he caught me and held me close, making my heart react again.
“We should get going.” He said, and took my hand, leading me toward the door.
“Wait! Pictures!” Esme declared, descending the stairs with a silver camera in her hands. Edward rolled his eyes and I attempted to muffle the groan making its way out of my chest, with no success. I immediately, out of habit, moved closer to Edward and he slid his arm around my waste, pulling me toward him. “Will you show up?” I asked him, looking into his eyes. They were lighter today, golden. He grinned and nodded, lightly kissing me on the lips. I’d finally been able to control my actions when he did this but hadn’t managed to control my heart as well. It hadn’t stopped thudding against my chest yet. Esme’s camera flashed and I laughed. We both turned toward her, smiling, and it flashed again, leaving white spots of blindness in my vision. After several more photos and smiles Edward finally protested jokingly.
“Bye everyone!” I called after them, still clueless as to where I was going.
“We‘ll see you there!” Alice called as Edward scooped me into his arms and carried me toward his Volvo. I waved to them and Edward chuckled darkly.
“Alice will be there?” I asked him.
“Yup, so will Rosalie, Jasper, and Emmett.” I frowned, still trying to figure out this puzzle.
“What?” I looked at him curious as he put me into his car.
“You really have no idea where we’re going?” I considered this, and honestly, I really didn’t.
“Nope, no idea. Are you going to tell me now?” I asked eagerly. He shook his head, already in the drivers seat and driving down the path that led away from the Cullen’s mansion.
“You’ll know soon enough.” he assured, patting my knee. His hands were cold as usual, but the casual gesture sent my heart a-flutter. Suddenly his hand wasn’t on my knee anymore, it was at his ear.
“Charlie?” he said into the silver phone he held.
“Let me talk to him!” I grabbed for the phone and he caught my hand in his left one, holding it. I quickly looked out the windshield. The car hadn’t moved a centimeter from the middle of the road. How did he do that?
“Edward..” I groaned, trying my luck with my free hand. He switch the phone to his other ear, out of my reach.
“Oh really? Let me talk to him.” he waited a moment, grinning darkly. “Hello Tyler, this is Edward Cullen.” he greeted him cheerfully. I frowned, why was Tyler as my house?
“Holy crow..” I murmured, finally understanding what all this was about.
“I’m sorry if there’s been some kind of miscommunication, but Bella is unavailable tonight.” His voice was still friendly, but quickly changed to a more threatening tone. “To be perfectly honest, she’ll be unavailable every night, as far as anyone besides myself is concerned. No offense. Sorry about your evening.” he closed the phone and turned to my horror filled expression, smirking.
“Your taking me to the prom?!” I almost shouted. It was so obvious now, I felt a blush rising in my cheeks and tears welling up in my eyes. I quickly wiped at them before they could flow over and ruin my mascara. “You really had no idea.” he mumbled, shaking his head and opening the car door. I watched as he shut it and then heard my own door open. I crossed my arms, firm on not moving. “Bella, please.” he attempted to reason with me, his voice velvety. I didn’t dare turn to look at him, sure that my anger would melt immediately if I did. I had to stay firm. “I promise, nothings going to harm you. I won’t let you go once, I promise.” He held his hand out for me to take. I looked at it, no, glared. “I don’t want to have to use force Bella, but if I have to…” his threat was lost as I took his hand and unsteadily got out of the car. I didn’t want him to use force, not in the parking lot. “There we are.” he said, taking my waste and leading me across toward the large building that served as the small town of Fork‘s high school gym.. This was going to be hell.
We entered the place and I groaned loudly. Balloon trellises towered above my peers in every corner and a snack table sat at the far end. Chairs were lined up on each side of the building, girls sitting with friends, chatting. Some looked like multicolored bouquets of flowers, though I knew I didn’t look any different, I chuckled anyways, despite my anger. I spotted Rosalie and Emmett on the dance floor, spinning circles. Rosalie looked beautiful, making me look like a messed up Christmas present. I looked around for Alice and Jasper, finding them lingering at the far end of the gym by the refreshments, though they would never eat anything. Alice looked around, immediately finding me and waving. I waved back. She wore a slinky, black number, the dress complimenting her small pixy-like figure. I sighed, why couldn’t I look like that. “You don’t compare.” Edward whispered in my ear, following my gaze.
“Hey, I thought you couldn’t read my thoughts.”
“I can’t, but that doesn’t mean I’m not observant.” he answered. “Lets dance.” He led me to the center of the dance floor as another song started, it was slow.
“But I don’t know how to dance.” I stuttered, no use telling him about my luck with dance class.
“I know, but not to worry, its all in the leading.”
Edward placed both of my hands on his shoulders and his own snaked around my waste. I leaned against him and we swayed to the music. Despite how much we weren’t dancing, I felt as if it couldn’t go on long enough. And the dance didn’t. When we broke apart Edward had a glint in his eye.
“I want to show you something.”
I frowned, not another surprise. “And what might that be?”
“You’ll have to come with me and see.” he taunted, letting me lean on him as we crossed the dance floor and he led me out the back door of the gymnasium into a bright star-filled night sky.
“Ah, another day is gone..” I heard him mumble under his breath.
We turned toward the Volvo and my eyes widened. “But we just arrived.” I complained.
Edward stopped mid stride and turned to face me. “Oh, you want to go back there?” he jutted his thumb toward Prom.
Honestly, I didn’t. I shook my head and started toward the car again. “Won’t you at least tell me where your taking me?”
“Uh-uh..”
Edward started the ignition and drove quickly out of town and onto the highway. In several miles he turned onto a dark gravel road. We rode in silence. I had no idea of the thoughts in Edward’s mind, but in my own I was contemplating on weather this was a good idea or not. I trusted him, didn’t I? Didn’t I?
“Here.” he said and left the car to open my door. I glanced around, but all I could see by the light of the moon that filtered through the trees was an old-looking cabin-like house.
Out of habit I asked again, “Where are we?”
This time Edward replied with a useful answer. “This is the Morgan’s home, or at least, it was.”
I stumbled across the rocky earth and up a wooden porch. It looked like it couldn‘t support more than 50 pounds, let alone our weight combined. Edward turned the wooden front door’s handle and went first into the darkness.
“Edward?” I note of panic filled my voice as a sudden aloneness buried itself into my core. “Edward!” I half yelled, half whispered into the darkness. I imagined Laurent or Victoria jumping out of the darkness and revenging James by pouncing on me and then attacking Edward. Surely two on one wasn’t fair game. The thought terrified me and I stumbled forward, reaching out as more waves of panic trembled through me, my voice echoing my fear. “Edward don’t leave me…”
“Bella.” And there he was, tall and towering, his marble skin glowing in the moonlight that managed to pass through the front door. “Don’t be so dramatic. I didn’t leave you, I’m right here.” Edward pressed my head against his shoulder and kissed the top of my head.
And suddenly my panic was gone, I felt perfectly safe in his arms, secure in the knowledge that he wouldn’t leave me.
“This way Bella.” he took my hand, helping me forward.
And then he led me further into the Morgan’s house, down a dark hall and into an unlit room. Through a window on the far side of the small room, the full moon shown through, casting a blue glow on the sheeted furniture that lined the walls. I tried my voice now, attempting to ask the reason of our intrusion into the forgotten house.
It failed me.
Edward only grinned and walked across the room’s expanse, opening a door I hadn’t spotted before. I’d never been inside this place. The Morgan’s were a known family in Forks who’d lived only a few months in the house on the hill and then disappeared. I’d once asked Charlie about their absence, but he’d only muttered something about a sudden death and changed the subject. I’d decided not to press the matter any further, that my curiosity would have to wait, maybe forever, though it was nagging at me now. I made a note to ask Edward about it, hoping this was something he would talk of freely.
Inside of the door was still yet, more darkness. Again grinning, my boyfriend motioned for me to come to him with a crook of his finger. I frowned, paying more attention now to the feeling that was pulling at my mind. More curiosity.
“I’m not moving until you tell me what we’re doing in this poor family’s house.” I assumed they were a poor family, both literally, because of the house and the furniture it contained, and emotionally, due to the fact that Charlie had mentioned a sudden death.
He huffed and crossed his arms, leaning lightly against the door frame. “Bella, please.” he sighed in his most alluring voice.
I turned away, already knowing what was coming next. That gorgeous face which contained those eyes that could out-flame a thousand suns, would fix on my own and melt my heart completely. I wouldn’t let it happen and continued to stare at the wood that made up the floor, which had begun to rot, as he strolled toward me. I already knew who would win this one, who would win every one for quite a long time, at least until I was one of them. On that subject, I was determined to make it happen, if only I could convince Edward to…
“Bella darling, listen to me.” his voice interrupted my thoughts and a cool hand lifted my chin to face him. “Don’t you trust me?” he questioned as those topaz jewels burned at my heart. I nodded, already giving in, but knew what was coming, and waited impatiently. He smirked and kissed my lips. Sometimes I wondered at the extent of his power, weather he could indeed read my mind. The kiss was nothing like our last, but still stirred my heart into a frenzy.
“Alright, I trust you.” I breathed.
His smile of success was priceless and Edward immediately took my waste, helping me slowly cross to the door.
“It’s a surprise.” he murmured lightly in my ear, “but I’ll have to pick you up again, they’re some stairs.” I nodded and he swept me off my feet and into the darkness. As we descended, the air turned musty and damp, the tone in his quiet footsteps hinted at a cement floor.
I kept my eyes open, waiting for them to adjust to the darkness, but they didn’t have the chance. Soon I spotted a faint light and could see that we were going down a winding right-handed stair. I soon found out that the glow of light was from a wood burning fire, and the smell reminded me of the time on the beach when we’d built bonfires and I’d attempted to allure Jacob for his stories of the creatures Edward was. The memory made me smile.
Edward noticed.
“What’s that for?” he asked, looking down at me curiously, though the faint bounce of his walk didn’t cease.
“Just a memory.” I didn’t feel like discussing the matter again, it was too embarrassing. Before he could ask for any details I changed the subject. “So when will you be telling me where we’re going, and more importantly, why?” I guessed we were almost to the source of the light. The stones that lined the walls up ahead glowed orange, making the shadows dance.
He sighed and his broad shoulders rose and fell. I thought I’d almost won, and that his next words would be the answers I was looking for. Instead he only said, “Almost there.”
It infuriated me and I flailed in this arms.
“Edward Cullen! That’s unfair! You have to tell me where we’re going. The darkness is scaring me and I have no idea why there’s a stupid fire down here. If you don’t tell me this instant I’ll….I’ll…” I felt my brow furrow at the strain of trying to come up with a threat that could hurt this man that held me in an iron grasp. The effort was pointless. I knew there was nothing that could possibly hurt him, in my ability, that wouldn’t hurt me as well.
“You’ll what, Bella? What will you do?” He’d read my mind again, and knew full well that there was nothing I could do to threaten him into telling me, or letting me go. Recently, life seemed terribly unfair.
I exhaled a large amount of air that made my head spin and crossed my arms in my lap. My unhappiness was obvious and I hoped he’d take notice.
It worked.
“Bella, please.”
There were those two words again, they’d become more common than house flies these days.
“Just tell me. There’s no point in trying to hide anything. No point in getting me upset over this simple thing.”
His eyebrows almost met in the frown he made. What was his problem?
“It’s….it’s not that simple, alright?”
We’d reached the end of the stairwell now and he came to a stop on the bottom step, carefully setting me down on my one good foot. I used his shoulder for balance as I examined the room. It held a worn wooden table and two chairs to match. A very large stone mantle surrounded the opening to the fire, where it burned strong in its place. Old black iron pots hung from wood rafters and manicotti pots lined the walls. From the looks of the place, I didn’t want to know what was in the pots, or how long they’d stood there. A small door stood in the far left corner, almost hidden. My curiosity sparked further.
“My family, the Cullen’s I mean, knew the Morgan’s really well. Tom and Martha Morgan owned this house for two years until the death of their three month old son. They’d come to Forks when Martha had her second boy, in hopes of raising him here. Jack wasn’t a very healthy baby, like their previous deceased one, and he’d had a lot of sickness and health issues. They figured that the fresh air from the ocean would do him good. They thought he was recovering, but one day the baby started coughing and never stopped. His strength ran out, from the coughing and he couldn’t possibly recover. They couldn’t take him to the hospital, he wasn’t a human baby, like you were. You see,” Edward cleared his throat, as if saying this pained him, “Martha was a witch, at least that’s what you would call her. She really only studied the unknown and experimented with the elements. I guess only a scientist, with benefits.” he paused, examining my face. Was he looking for any signs of panic or disgust? Like he had so many other times, as I grew to know more about this other world he lived in.
“Benefits?” I prompted.
“Yeah, she had powers, kind of like us.” I assumed he meant the vampires. “Only she had to have earthly objects to make them useful.” My face must have given something away because he then looked around the room quickly, for some kind of explanation.
“Uh…like fire. She could use it, transform it. Like alchemy.”
“Oh” was all I could say. I’d have to see such a performance to believe the women could do, with ease, something so many people had tried before and failed.
“Anyways, Jack eventually died after two days of his suffering. Both Tom and Martha were distraught and gave up their residence here. Carlisle offered to buy it from them, when Tom mentioned they could never return to the place of their second sons death. Tom agreed and by the next week the Morgan’s were gone and we owned the property. Alice and I came down here last month to see what we’d bought and to our surprise found more than we’d expected. I was thrilled, but she didn’t see much in it.”
“What did you find?”
He looked shocked.
“Why this of course?!” his voice boomed in the small room and I flinched at the noise. A large smile spread across his face like melted butter.
“Well what’s this?” I had so many questions about Martha, Tom, and their lost baby, but I’d decided to start on the easy ones first.
He smiled kindly down at me and then looked over the room.
“I know it may not look like anything, but this is where Martha did all her work. She didn’t do any “magic” anywhere but down these stairs while the family lived here. This place is sacred, untouched by harmful modern technology. If any was ever did touch this room, the fire here would be diminished and the magic gone. I haven’t come across a place like this is about a hundred years. It’s really something, and I wanted to show you.”
“Ahh…” I nodded as if I understood the importance, but I really had no idea. My thoughts flashed across my face.
“You don’t get it, do you?” Edward raised a dark eyebrow at me and I smiled meekly, shaking my head. He exhaled slowly and then led me to a chair in the middle of the room, taking the other one. The air was smoky down here, not fresh at all. Cruel as it was, I wondered if the baby had ever been down here.
“So why on Prom night?”
He took my question the wrong way and stood quickly.
“Do you want to go back?” The alarm on his face was very convincing and I fell into his teasing trap.
“No no! This is fine.” Anything but prom, I thought.
He grinned and sat back down.
Edward was beautiful in the small wooden chair, and made the dazzling fire look ugly in comparison. I sighed and again wondered at my luck in falling in love with such a god. It was hard to believe him when he claimed he loved me more than I loved him. Unimaginably hard.
“Tell me more about the Morgan’s.” Not only did I want to know more about the mysterious family, but to hear his voice, how relaxed it sounded here. Almost just as much as in the meadow.
Edward grinned at me, “Well when they first moved here Tom took up a job at the hospital, working side-by-side along Carlisle. He was a very good doctor, but not as good as my father. Tom was merely a human, no offense towards you, and couldn’t stay as long of shifts as Carlisle ever did. He didn’t have near the strength or skill that Carlisle has, but for a human, he was a wonderfully practiced doctor. Martha stayed home with the baby and nursed both him and her skill. She wouldn’t have been able to take up a job without being revealed.” Edward waited for the question he knew was coming.
“Why not?” I asked, giving it to him.
“She didn’t look like Tom or any other human. Her hair…” Edward struggled with his words, something I’d never seen him do. “It was beautiful. Even more so than any of ours, including Rosalie’s and you know how people stare at her. The color was an original auburn, but it was perfect and shined with a brilliance that showed the flame within her. And her eyes, they were white, glazed over like a blind persons, though she could see perfectly well. Such a creature would never pass in your society. Vampires are weird enough, and even we cause much questions.”
“And what about the baby? Where was Jack born?”
Edward took several seconds to think, and then answered. “In Asia I think. That was the previous home of the Tom and Martha. They’d lived there for three years after the death of their previous son.”
I opened my mouth to ask another question, but Edward beat me in speaking.
“He was eight years old when the boy died. They lived on a lake, Tom mentioned they’d made sure to teach him to swim as soon as he could walk. But it wasn’t any of the lakes dangers that killed him. Not far from their house a railroad track had been laid and the Morgan’s hadn’t warned their son about its dangers. They allowed the boy to play around the house as long as he “stayed in the yard”.”
Edward bent his second and third fingers in the sign of quotations marks around his head, face serious.
I was engrossed in his story and eager for him to continue.
“One day while playing the boy hears the train from a distance and follows the noise. He gets to the tracks but doesn’t see a train. The boy follows the path toward the nearing Woo! Woo! of the locomotive. You know the rest.” Edward stops talking and all is silent but the crackling fire. I feel wetness near the edge of my eyes but it doesn’t spill over. I did feel sorry for the Morgan’s and there two dead children. As the silence grew, more questions filled my head.
“What about the door?” I nodded toward the dark corner, but Edward didn’t look away from me.
“That’s another room, here I’ll show you.” He stood and his height surprised me in the small room. Edward’s head almost touched the wooden ceiling and he had to duck under the pans. I waited for him to open it before getting up and hobbling inside.
It was completely dark except for the light from the fire in the other room and it was impossible for my eyes to adjust to such a darkness. Edward closed the door behind me and what little light that’d seeped into the room disappeared completely, plunging us into total darkness.
Edward chuckled darkly behind me. I shivered as a spider-like feeling crawled up my back and dissolved into my scalp.
I heard a match strike and then a small flame was put into a dust-covered lamp that sat on an old oak desk beside the closed door. It allowed me to see shadows and shapes of the furniture inside the room, but no color. I recognized a bed and the soft and plump shape of pillows and maybe a quilt or blanket. No other doors on the walls led into unknown places and I figured this was the deepest you could get into this house, and the darkest. I didn’t question why he’d shut the door when Edward curled a hand around my waist and lightly tickled my neck with his eyelashes.
“You smell lavishing tonight.” he complimented and squeezed me tighter to him, inhaling heavily. “It’s…intoxicating.”
I heard a small giggle and, with shocked, realized it belonged to me. I moved toward the bed, pulling Edward along with me. The darkness here with him was more comforting than any fireplace could ever be. I wanted to stay with Edward forever, or at least, as long as possible. I was determined to have him change me. I wanted no others bite in my flesh.
“Edward?” I breathed softly.
Edward played with the skin on my wrist and his mouth moved upward toward my elbow, and back down again. The feeling was very distracting. I tried to concentrate and cleared my throat.
“Edward?” More urgently this time.
“Hmm?” the sound vibrated on one of the most sensitive parts of my body, my wrist. He sounded distracted as well. Maybe this would work.
“Edward…” I hesitated, bit my lip, and tried to predict his reaction. I told myself I shouldn’t wait too long, his distraction would be gone. “Edward change me.” I held my breath, waiting for his anger to pounce but the caressing didn’t cease.
“Bella, why would you want me to do such a thing?” Yes, he was very distracted.
That fact flattered me.
“Because you love me, and I love you, and you want us to be together forever.” As I said this in my most sing-songy voice Edward pushed me back onto the bed. I expected to feel dust on my skin, but the blanket was soft. Had he planned this?
Instead of objecting to the “forever” part, his touch only became more frequent on my skin, continuing down my waist and onto my freshly-shaved legs. That’s right Bella, tell him what he wants, no asking if you want to be like him, I thought to myself. “You do love me, don’t you?”
There it was, a pause, my plan ruined. His face appeared above me, it’s expression concerned.
“Why of course I love you Bella.”
I tried to smile sweetly and hoped he wouldn’t change the subject.
“Just…tell me if I cause your leg any pain, alright?”
I nodded and Edward’s face disappeared. Goose pimples rose on my skin all over my body and a blush spread over my every inch.
“Alright…” I murmured. The truth was, I was in no pain at all, only pleasure and that came from just the light touch of his fingers on my skin. Edward was perfect at everything.
Don’t stray from the subject Bells, I told myself.
“So change me then.” I could feel his lips and teeth on my calves stretch into a grin.
From knowledge of his previous experiences, I knew he was longing. Longing for both human blood, mostly my own, and the instincts of a male deprived of his wants for at least a hundred years. Edward couldn’t possibly resist much longer.
Instead of pulling back as I had guessed he might, Edward opened his mouth slightly and touched the tip of his tongue to the skin on my legs. My heart accelerated and body pulsed. I knew he could feel the speed of my blood increase and it would only tempt him more. I knew he was debating it, fighting his every instinct to give in.
And for a moment, I was truly scared. Scared that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. Scared that my Edward could turn into a vicious monster his race was made to be.
The flicker of fright was gone and I felt confident Edward could turn me into a vampire, confident he would do it within seconds.
And he did.
~
Stage One
The darkness closed in around me, drowning out every other sense until I could only scream, in an agony I’d never felt before. I would murder for this pain to cease, for it all to be gone and numb, or better yet, pleasurable once more. The feeling was like my previous experience with a vampires bite.
Fire.
Instead of the dull roar of suffering spread throughout my body by several wounds, the pain was focused in one spot in my lower half. I identified it as my leg, two puncture marks in the skin that spewed crimson blood, staining the bed.
When I could get a breath in I shouted only his name, over and over until my lungs ran out of air to supply the sound.
Edward didn’t answer me, I didn’t expect him to, didn‘t know where he was, but I couldn’t force myself to shut my mouth and felt it open and close like a guppy’s out of water. I worried about Edward then, through my pain, and was grateful he’d been able to stop his thirst for my blood by only taking a few drinks.
Another wave of pain left me breathless again and my lungs struggled for air, burning to the point I thought they could burst from lack of. And then the darkness came again, a comfort from unyielding pain.
Alice Cullen POV
I revved the gas again and the car lurched forward, not swerving an inch from the gravel roads center. I knew, from the moment Edward had mentioned showing Bella the Morgan’s old house, that going alone wasn’t such a good idea. Stubborn as he was, Edward did not listen to a thought in my mind and I knew it wasn’t good news when they’d left the High School gymnasium so early. A small growl rumbled in my throat and I let it chime out in the small space of the car. I’d left Jasper at Prom with a kiss, told him I’d be back soon, that I’d gone to find Edward and Bella. He hadn’t asked anymore question’s when I’d mentioned her name. I sighed and wished that one day we’d all get along when Bella was finally one of us. It was unavoidable, I knew it. Edward’s love was too strong, and my visions had never failed me yet. Now, though, I wished they might. The latest one I’d seen was of Bella in the Morgan’s bed, squirming in pain, her face contorted, and blood on the sheets. It deeply disturbed me now, and I swerved dangerously past 90 on the thinning gravel path. As I reached the Morgan’s drive I spotted Edward staggering out of the house, his eyes bulging. Forgetting the car I rushed out to hold him and help, somehow.
“Whoa…hey. Edward…” I forced him to look at me, taking that sculpture-like face into my hands and exhaling deeply so he could smell my breath. “What has happened?” I spoke slowly, already knowing the answer. I knew I had to get down to Bella, but made sure Edward could control his thirst. He staggered again into me and I easily picked him up and ran him to the car, setting him inside. “Edward, listen to me. Stay-here. Control yourself and stay here. Do you understand? Stop breathing.” Edward nodded slowly and his shoulders stopped moving. He sat statue still inside the car and remained there when I reached the house again. “Bella?” I could smell her blood, it was strong and thick down the stairs. Before descending I made a quick phone call to Carlisle, laid my phone aside and darted down them, holding my breath.
Bella Swan’s POV
“Bella…” a familiar voice taunted in a faraway place. “Bella, breath. You have to for your heart to pump the venom faster or you‘ll get no where.” I couldn‘t breathe, my Edward was gone, my leg was on fire, and the voice wanted me to breathe? I wavered in and out of consciousness as my faithful Alice explained how my next few days were already planned for me. It went something like: “You’ll go through three complete stages.” “Your on the first Bella.” “Only two more days.” “Stay strong.” Somewhere through that first step toward becoming what I wanted most of both life and death, Carlisle joined Alice in the small room at the bottom of the stairs. Only a day later, when my body began to heal, did my beloved Edward join me in the suffering.
“Edward?”
“Yes love, yes I’m here.”
“Edward I love…”
“I love you too Bells. I promise that…”
But blackness swallowed his next words from my ears and the waves of pain become more excruciating than ever before.
~
Stage Two
“Edward?”
I almost choked on the taste inside of my mouth, cringing in disgust. My lungs rose and fell too quickly, I could feel my blood pressure rising and skin beginning to sweat. “Edward?!” I began to panic and braced myself for the beginning of another end. I had no idea what would happen to me next, it was fear that haunted me now. His face appeared above me, concerned, fragile.
“Yes Bella, I’m here.”
I sighed, relieved, but when I tried to move. my every limb felt as if a thousand needles jabbed as their nerves.
“Bella you mustn’t move now, your bodies changing. If you don’t move you’ll be alright.” I stopped myself from nodding and focused only on keeping every part of my body still. The next few hours passed unbearably slowly and I faded in and out of a dead sleep.
As I drifted, I dreamed.
In my dream I was surrounded by shadows, and then a white light that shown so brightly I couldn’t make out the hundreds of figures that stood behind it. And then one stepped forward. Without any introduction I knew it was death, that had finally come to take me away from this constant pain. I welcomed death with open arms.
Finally, with my relief, it came.
~
Stage Three


Edward Cullen’s POV
“Bella stay with us, it’s almost over.” I urged, resting, lightly, a hand on her shoulder. I hated to even look at her lying there weakly on Martha Morgan’s old, now stained, bed. Carlisle had said it was probably the last day of her transformation and I looked forward to the second this was all over. It hurt me horribly to see her in pain, and such as this. I never actually planned to bite her two nights ago, only to play around. I cursed myself daily for my stupidity of bringing her down here, and for not listening to Alice. She was always correct and her visions never failed her. Why did I have to be so darn stubborn?
Carlisle pushed a clear plastic bag of blood into my hands and motioned toward Bella.
I had to feed it to her, it was my duty. I loved her more than anything in this world and outside of it. I vowed to help her through the pain any way possible.
“Bella, you must open your mouth.” I whispered into her ear.
She’d changed a lot since my bite and even now she was near more beautiful than Alice, lying there in her coma-like state. My mouth watered for her blood now, what was left of it. That night it took all of my strength not to suck her dry and then leave the country, my family, behind. I’d held my breath and staggered out of the house, thinking only of the consequences of my would-be actions and not to the voice that urged me to turn back and finish her.
I truly did love Bella Swan.
Now, she didn’t even respond to my words, didn’t move. With what gentle care I could muster, carefully I touched her lips, and parted them, sliding a straw into her mouth.
“Drink Bella.” I commanded, though kindly, I thought. Surely she would smell the blood, surely the vampire in her wanted it. I knew I did.
And then a lurching breath rattled through her chest and she sucked in, choking at first and then drinking more eagerly. “That’s it love, there’s plenty more.” I stroked her arm lovingly and helped her sit up on a pillow. When Bella’s eyes opened they were a dark crimson red of a rose, beautiful and hungry.
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Bella Swan’s POV
I drank only a few more gulps, but then pushed the bag of blood away. It tasted horrible, and the smell, still, nauseated me.
“No more, I don’t want any more.” I stood, feeling energized.
“Bella, you need this, if you can’t control your hunger when we get into town we’ll never be able to hide what you are.” Edward raised an eyebrow and threw a pointed stare my way.
“Hunger or not, they’re going to know something’s up. Look at her, her eyes, her skin, her smell!” Alice rolled her own dark eyes and held her hands to show them my features that stood out to reveal the monster I now was.
“Oh, thanks Alice, I love you too.” I did love Alice, she was my sister, had always been. Even before, when I was still human, Alice had always been there. Rosalie on the other hand, I couldn’t guess her reaction to me turning, and I somehow felt I didn’t want to know it. Not yet.
Dark eyes. They hadn’t eaten. I glanced around at each in turn. Edwards were almost black, and glinted in the lamp light. Carlisle’s were lighter, golden, and he looked almost normal. Alice’s were just like Edwards and their hunger worried me. I grabbed the bag of crimson liquid from Edwards hands and drank eagerly. They couldn’t drink this human blood, it’d be harder for them to go back to hunting in the Wild. And my body needed it, I felt that. Mentally, I had no desire to drink the blood and if a human were placed in front of me now I could easily turn away a total stranger’s vulnerable, weak body. Compared to my own, Jacob’s body was weak. That scared me. It terrified me, what I’d become over the past two days.
Jacob.
How would he react if he ever found out I was his tribe’s enemy. The answer was simple. He wouldn’t ever know. I couldn’t live in Forks anymore, couldn’t attend High School here or live with Charlie another night. All the problems that I hadn’t given a thought to rushed into my mind, flooding out the one good thing, the reason why I’d desired this fate.
Edward. I clung to him now, and whispered my feelings. “I love you Edward.” If he didn’t return those words, I would truly be broken. He might totally reject me as I was now, and turn away in disgust. But instead of what I feared he only embraced me in a huge hug and then kisses, more passionately than any human could bare.
“I love you too Bella.“
He was my Edward, forever.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Edward and the Traffic Violation by M*star

Title: Edward and the Traffic Violation
Author: M*star
Chapter: Prologue
Summary: Edward gets caught speeding by those new-fangled radar guns and loses his license! Whatever will he do?

Edward and the Traffic Violation

A Story by M*star

Prologue

Edward was late. Considering his driving habits and track record of punctuality, Bella was getting worried. Alice had dragged her off shopping that day, and when they returned to the Cullen abode (where Charlie had agreed to let her spend the night, as he was going to away on a fishing trip for the weekend), Edward had apparently stepped out to get something.

“Where’s Edward?” Bella asked Emmett as he sat down next to her.

“No clue,” he replied. “Rosalie and I were… preoccupied when he left.”

“TMI,” she informed him as she rolled her eyes. At that moment, the phone rang.

“Hello?” they heard from the kitchen, where Esme had picked up the receiver. There was a short moment of silence as whoever was calling spoke, and then, “No! Edward, you didn’t!” More silence. “You know that you’ve just made your life quite difficult.” A short pause. “Well, I’ll send Carlisle over right away. Should Bella go with him?” … “And whose fault is that?” … “Sure, whatever. Take care, dear.”

The group of vampires (and Bella) in the living room looked at Esme curiously as she entered the room. “What has our son gotten himself into?” Carlisle asked from his armchair in the corner, where he had been reading the newspaper.

Esme sighed and answered, “Edward is in jail.”

“What?” the rest exclaimed in unison.

“He was caught speeding,” she explained to her baffled family.

How?” Emmett asked in disbelief. “Can’t he detect the police?”

“Yeah, and how come you didn’t See this, Alice?” Rosalie added.

“Like I spend all my time looking into my brother’s future,” Alice scoffed. “I have more important things to do. Like shopping.”

“Esme,” came Bella’s soft voice, “what exactly happened?”

Esme smiled at her would-be adopted daughter and replied, “It appears that Forks has installed some radar guns throughout town. You know, those things that can detect how fast something is going. Well when the police got a report from the computer that recorded the information, they were so alarmed by the speed that immediately looked up the license plate and went out to find and arrest Edward.” She turned to her husband and continued, “Edward used his one phone call and asked for someone to come bail him out.”

“I take it that ‘someone’ means me?” Carlisle asked as he rose from his seat.

“If you’d like to be.”

Carlisle looked as if he was going to leave, but before he left the room, he stopped and returned to his chair. “Actually,” he said, “I think I’m going to left him spend the night there.”

“What?!” Bella shouted, alarmed.

Carlisle smiled as he picked up his paper to continue reading and replied, “Edward has lived a long life and has never been to jail. I would hate to deny him the opportunity, which he may never have again in a long while. I think he could use the learning opportunity.” He winked at Bella and the rest of his family from behind his paper, and then resumed his perusal of it.

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How could they do this to me!, Edward thought angrily. I called almost eight hours ago, and they’ve yet to come and bail me out! He was not very happy about having to spend the night in jail. It was one in the morning and he was bored out of his mind and pissed off. Since sleeping was hardly an option, all he could really do was pace the short length of his cell and think angry thoughts.

He was still doing this (there was a vaguely noticeable indent in the floor) at ten AM the next day. “Hello, Edward,” came a sickeningly familiar voice, stirring Edward from his thoughts.

“Good morning, Chief Swan,” he greeted his girlfriend’s father warily. “I thought you were going to be away for the weekend.”

“I delayed my departure just for you,” he said with a wry smile. “So, you were caught speeding.”

“I guess you could say that,” Edward replied grimly.

“And at such a speed as to warrant your arrest and the confiscation of your license.”

“Yes, Sir. Unfortunately.”

“‘Unfortunately’ that you were speeding,” he asked, standing close to the cell bars, “or that you got caught?”

“Um…” Edward started, unsure of how to respond.

Luckily, he didn’t have to, as another police officer entered the cell block saying, “Chief Swan, Cullen’s been bailed out.”

“Finally!” Edward couldn’t help but exclaim.

“We’re not finished with this conversation,” Charlie told him sharply, “and we’ll continue it with whichever parent came to bail you out.”

They were both startled to find that it was neither of the Cullen parental units waiting for Edward, but Bella instead.

“Hey, Dad,” Bella said reluctantly, clearly dreading the inevitable talk with her father.

“Bella, what are you doing here?” Edward asked, still rather stunned to see her.

“Yes, what are you doing here?” said her father.

“Well,” she replied, “Carlisle thought it would be, um… a ‘learning opportunity’ for Edward to spend the night in jail. But as he had to go to work this morning, I volunteered to come bail him out. Uh, Carlisle gave me the money.”

Charlie shook his head and informed Edward, “It’s nice to know Carlisle punishes you kids, but he had better be planning something more than just a night in jail.”

“Oh, I bet he is,” Edward answered dejectedly.

“Now before I let you go,” Charlie continued, “please enlighten me as to why you had to be driving so damn fast, because right now, I’m seriously considering never letting Bella into a car with you at the wheel ever again.”

“Sorry about that,” Edward said with a sigh. “It was, um… an emergency.”

“Right,” said Charlie, who clearly didn’t believe him. “Well tell Carlisle that he can expect a visit from me later. Also, you should watch the mail for a letter about your trial, where you’ll find out if you’ll ever see your license again.”

“And my car?” the vampire asked hopefully.

“It’s impounded, a matter that I will discuss with Carlisle.” Turning to his daughter, he continued, “I take it that you’re driving Edward home. Well when I get back from my trip, we’ll also continue this conversation. Got that?’

“Yes, Sir,” Bella replied, not looking forward to Charlie’s return home.

Inside Bella’s truck, on the way to the Cullen abode, Edward was clearly sulking. “So it looks like I’ll be your escort, for a change,” she said lightly, trying to cheer her boyfriend up. Unfortunately, it appeared to have the opposite effect.

“It’s like moving in slow motion…” she heard him mutter vaguely.

Bella sighed. She had the distinct feeling that it was going to be a long weekend.

AN- So how was that for an intro? I always wondered what would happen if Edward got caught by one of those radar guns the police set up on roads that people are always speeding on. The next chapter will be much longer, as this one was just the prologue.

In the next episode of “Edward and the Traffic Violation”:

-Edward is chastised!

-Why can’t Emmett stop laughing?

-How will Carlisle punish Edward?

-And most importantly, what will become of Edward’s CAR?!