NEW STORY ALERT!
So as explained on my profile, i will be working on TWO stories each until they are completed. Currently i'm working on The Island and the second is my new story "The Place To Fall In Love." This story has already been written and so will not affect updates for other stories. I just really wanted to post it :)
SUMMARY: Isabella Swan has grew up learning about the tiny Italian village Vita di Amore. At the age of 22, when the biggest influence in her life is gone she decides to visit. She knows it will be beautiful, and she knows it will be everything her Grandmother explained. But she doesn't expect to find love in the young man who saves her on her first night there. Edward Cullen is fun, smart, loving, and passionate. His connection with Bella is one she can't ignore. But she's forgetting two things. One: She is only in Italy for two weeks. Two: She's engaged to be married...
DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, i'm simply borrowing them for your entertainment. Characters are all human.
Chapter One:
Two weeks. Two whole weeks in "heaven" as my Grandmother had once described it. I looked around slowly, taking in the high buildings covered in ivy, and the cracked bricks that made it so much more... Italian.
Molly Swan, my late grandmother had once told me about this place. She'd travelled the world when she was my age and this was by far her favourite place ever. The place to find love, apparently.
She'd left me some money when she died and I decided that instead of travelling the globe like she had done, I'd just visit this one place. So I booked my flights and a room at the only B&B in the village, and made my way here.
It was a welcome escape from the confines of America. That sounded silly, because America was a million times bigger than this little town, but it was the truth. I felt trapped back home, and not only because my wedding day was looming closer than ever.
My fiancé, Jacob Black seemed more than happy that I was going away for two weeks. He was a business man, and he never had time for me, so instead of being around to complain to him about it he thought it was better if I went away and so he almost pushed me onto the plane himself.
I pulled my suitcase along the cobbled street slowly. It was night time, but still the whole place seemed romantic already. I turned the corner, glancing at the nearest building to try and find the sign locating the B&B.
It should be easy to find. The village, Vita di Amore was only 3 miles big, and had a population of 532. Although I'd probably be the one who'd get lost, and I didn't speak Italian, which was why I started to walk a little faster, searching the names of the houses to find one that resembled the name of the place I'd be staying.
"Ciao Bella!" I turned quickly to the sound of my name, and soon realised that I wasn't being called.
A man was walking to towards me, or rather he was stumbling towards me, drunk and smiling wickedly. I took a step back, away from him and my stomach tightened a little.
"Um... Hello?" My voice was tiny, barely making any noise.
"Avete dei soldi?" He asked, stopping in front of me and taking my arm in a firm grasp. I tried to pull away from him, but he only tightened his hold, "Soldi!" He demanded, all friendliness gone from his features.
"I-I don't understand." I whispered to myself, trying to yank my arm away from him.
"Cosi Bella..." He crooned suddenly, reaching to touch my face. I moved back instinctively, something he didn't like, and so he grabbed my neck, tugging me closer to him.
"Hey!" Another voice came from close by, which halted the scream in my throat. The man turned towards the voice, shouting something in Italian before the other man reached him.
"Lasciala stare!" The young man called, stopping in front of us and reaching to remove the man's hold from me.
Of course the man who was reaking of stale beer resisted and I tried to help the young Italian break his hold to no avail.
Suddenly he swung his arm back and then forward again quickly, thumping the older man across the face. His clutch fell from me as he clattered to the ground, reaching to hold his nose in pain.
I took a breath, blinking as my eyes widened. I looked up at the young man and tried to make out his features in the dim light the street lamp offered.
He was impeccably gorgeous. His dark hair seemed bronzed by the light of the lamp and his features were so clean cut, I could imagine running my fingers along them. His eyes were on the other man, and wild with hostility. He must have felt my gaze on him, because he turned his head and met my stare. His eyes were green, deep green like emeralds and the thank you I'd prepared myself to say didn't come out. I just stared like I'd lost all sense and brains I was born with.
"Are you okay?" He asked suddenly, breaking my focus and making me frown. He was Italian a minute ago. I noticed that strong accent, the way his words flowed like a river from his mouth, just like in the movies.
But now he was American.
He noticed my frown, "What is it?" He was worried and started to give my body a once over, checking for any visible signs that I was hurt.
"I-I'm fine." I said quickly before looking at him again, "I thought you were Italian."
He glanced at the man who was curled up on the cobbles, passed out from fatigue now. "No, I'm American. I live here that's all. Now, where are you staying? I'll help you get back."
I placed my fingers around the handle of my suitcase for some kind of comfort, "Umm… Giardino delle Rose i think..." I said, trying to pronounce the name as best I could.
His mouth twitched a little in some sort of crooked smile. It was beautiful. His lips were perfectly shaped... They looked caring… Passionate…
I blinked and looked down before he spoke again, pronouncing my B&B in his fluent accent, "Alright, come on."
He took my suitcase from me, pulling it along easily, "You don't have to do that." I mumbled, blushing a little.
He smiled over at me as we walked down the street together slowly, "Don't mention it."
"Thank you…" I said instead, looking up at him and returning his smile.
He was tall and skinny, though his muscles were prominent under his blue shirt that he wore.
"So what brings you here then? It's hardly a tourist destination." He chuckled, the sound making me glance up at him again in awe.
"Umm… My grandmother liked this place, so I thought I'd come visit."
"Oh." He nodded, "Didn't she come with you?"
I shook my head, biting my lip a little, "No… She died five months ago."
He frowned, turning his emerald eyes onto me and making my heart thud a little more unevenly, "I'm sorry." He said earnestly.
I shook my head, "It's fine." I smiled to reinforce the statement and he nodded a little, "So… That man… Do you think he'll be okay?" I mumbled, trying to change the subject.
"Do you really care? He was trying to steal your money."
"I know… But still…"
He nodded then, "He'll be fine. He's not normally like that. But he's been through a lot lately."
"You know him?" My voice was shocked and he turned to look at me, laughing.
"Of course I know him. Everyone knows everyone around here. Hence why I knew you weren't a regular. I'd know if you lived here." He said purposefully, and I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his statement.
"So do you live here by yourself?" I asked, trying to find something new to talk about as we walked.
He nodded, "Yeah I do… This is your first night here right?" I nodded, "God that's hardly a good experience to arrive to. Trust me, it's a lovely place. Not a bad soul in it."
I smiled, "I know that already. My grandmother told me a lot about this place. Even at night it's beautiful. I can't wait to see it in the morning."
"How long are you here for?" He inquired curiously.
"Two weeks."
"You can do a lot in two weeks," He smiled.
I grinned, "I know. I can't wait."
He began to slow down and I looked up at a white bricked building. It was old and cozy, with ivy spiraling along the walls and windows and a little sign stating this was my B&B.
I glanced at him, reaching for my suitcase, "Thank you." I looked out and noticed the view from where we stood, a starry night and crashing waves from somewhere nearby. It was almost too peaceful.
He smiled, "Anytime."
"So do you think I'll ever find out about my American savior who just so happens to speak Italian?" I smiled, tilting my head a little curiously. He'd asked so many questions about me, I knew nothing about him.
It shocked me that I wanted to know about him.
He laughed, shaking his head a little, "Perhaps. If you see me around."
"This village is too small for me not to see you." I noted perceptibly.
He grinned, "I know… Anyway, I'd better go. Have a good night Miss uhhh…"
"Swan." I nodded.
"Miss Swan." He nodded his head before backing away a little.
I reached to open the door of the B&B before turning my head to look at him, "Goodnight Mr…."
He laughed at me before raising his hand in a wave, "Cullen."
"Mr Cullen." I nodded quietly before I opened the door and went inside.
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