Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Twilight, but the storyline of this story.

Translated by two of my friends, K+M

Chapter One

It was a day like any other. In the morning the sun had risen and gone to the South throughout the day and now it was slowly going down in the West. You couldn't hear any sounds of animals in the woods around our house - as always - it seemed as if they sensed or assumed the danger that emerged from our presence. Alice and Jasper were hunting together and Esme had made Rose to help her tidy up our - of course neatly shining - living room, but which seemed to end up in a complete furniture-changing. As I said: a day like everyone else.

I was standing in the middle of my, our, room - after all, I was sharing this bright, light-floated room with the most wonderful and at the same time prickliest non-human on earth.

I was bored because I was neither hungry nor was there anybody who would go out hunting and startling roes with me. It made no sense trying to find Alice and Jasper to accompany them on their little trip. They might spend the whole afternoon together somewhere in the woods, enjoying their little privacy and not only satisfying their bloodlust.

Gee, where was Rosie, when you needed her?

"Don't let her hear that!"

Edward's voice suddenly sounded from the other side of the room and as I turned around, he stood there with his arms crossed and an impudent mysterious smile on his lips. He and his never-ending eavesdropping. And he called Alice a "freak"…

"I heard that!"

I know, how could I forget?

Sometimes I asked myself if there wasn't a way to make him go deaf. Others wish for their bugging brothers to remain silent, I wish him to be deaf, nice thought…

If Esme let her, she would have time for me for hours.

I grinned and thought of some very clear pictures of my extraordinary pretty wife, but without all those stylish crap…

I could drive him crazy with things like that and use his own gift against him.

Usually. But today he didn't move an inch and continued staring at me with his agonizing – sometimes stupid – gaze.

Where did "a day like everyone else" go?

"I meant that part about 'Rosie'."

Not knowing what to respond, I crossed my arms in front of my chest and considered - Edward could hear it, of course - if he might want to frighten some roes or want to go "fighting" outside.

But even before Edward shook his head as a response to a question I never asked, I rejected my own plan.

Although I was the taller one, and definitely the stronger one - an offended murmuring was audible – Edward won nearly every match.

If he just didn't have this gift to hear, see or know what I was about to do, I would defeat him, for sure.

I could throw him out of the open window, just for fun.

He wouldn't get hurt, he was too smart for that, but it would make me a little less bored.

A smile appeared on my lips, but my euphoria was short-lived.

"Forget it!" were the only words he addressed to me as he made a few steps across the room and closed the window.

He knew that I wouldn't throw him through the glass. First, he was my brother. Second, Esme would personally call me to account for wrecking her beautiful house. And nothing was worse than a woman's anger, something I learned during the decades with Rosalie.

And even if Esme wasn't somebody who was easily raged, the wrecking of her furniture was like a declaration of war.

What do you want? Some productive suggests to kill time?

Which would be strange because Edward did always know how to fill his 24 hours-a-day. School: eight hours. Watching his beloved Bella while she's asleep: again at least nine hours, although I couldn't imagine that this girl really sleeps so much. She was after all a teenager and I'd gone to high school long enough to know that going to bed at 10 o'clock wasn't high on their list of priorities.

The rest of his day would be filled with hunting, rescuing Bella out of her own clumsiness and being lost in self-doubts and selflessness if this stinking dog-wolf-guy was involved again.

Though another activity had filled his time the last weeks: Keeping Alice from interpreting the word "simple" very vague and planning the upcoming wedding for Versailles or elsewhere.

I reaped a long-suffering nod.

"If I let Alice do what she wants, I'm sure that I'm going to be alone in front of the altar because she scared my fiancée away."

Yes, I'd got the same impression of Bella. Make sure that she'd be the glamorous center of attraction and carry her on your arms and she will hate you. Do the same and your name is Edward and she will love you.

I instinctively smiled and only just managed not to chuckle but my suppressed snorting wasn't the only audible one.

"Nice that you're having fun by hearing my thoughts.", I said superfluously and I only failed to put an angry undertone into my voice.

So, what do you want?

Either you are planning the biggest bank-robbery ever and you want me to help you, or something different, extremely important must be the reason. So come out with it already!

And Edward did something I've never seen from him before. He lowered his eyes and stared at his feet, as if they were the most exciting things on earth.

Let's hear what mixes you up!

Or not because when I approached him - of course not with human speed that's why you could say sprinted, too - and punched him in the side he didn't move, either. Edward has always been odd, as long as I knew him, but today he was acting strangely - even for him.

My little brother isn't afraid of the upcoming wedding, is he?

Again a growl. Either because of the impossibility of giving up what had cost him a lot of charm and persuasiveness, or because I called him "little brother" .

In fact, he was my little brother. I looked older than him, was in a higher class in school - certainly not because I skipped a class - and I was taller than him.

"But I am older!"

Okay, okay, grandpa. When is your hundredth birthday again?

But we were drifting off-topic in a way, that let Edward both sigh of relief and frown as if it bothered him. I didn't have the gift to understand other people's moods, but to realize that I didn't need to be called Jasper.

What's up? Afraid of the words: "Yes, I do?"

Believe me, it's really easy. Rosie and I have done it a thousand times.

I beamed at him and he glanced back thinking of the uncountable registry offices in the country. But his smile disappeared as fast as it had turned up.

"Less of that…" he admitted strained.

God, was he making it difficult today.

But of…?

I made a gesture to invite him to complete his sentence.

"… the wedding night!"

I stared at him in mute disbelief, but it lasted only a few seconds before I burst out laughing. He, "the most dangerous predator in the world" - well, I did hear it more than once, when he tried to convince Bella that he was a "killer" - was seriously afraid of spending the night with his bride.

Who could remain earnest? Not me, and if I hadn't been a "dangerous predator", too, I would have laughed till I cried.

But it wasn't the reaction, Edward had hoped for because he grinded his teeth and hissed a "Thanks for your sympathy!" which made me realize that he managed to cheer me up but it didn't work in return.

Sorry, but you could be the lousiest lover ever and Bella wouldn't even think of

a divorce. Apart from that she might not have many others to compare you with.

"You don't see the point!", Edward responded groaning and crossed his arms, which he had lowered while he told me what had him mixed up, in front of his chest again.

Yes that's right.

I admitted that, but I couldn't do without poking at him again.

Rosie and I have never had problems with having fun!

And we hadn't had problems with confessing to Esme and Carlisle that we had wrecked our wedding present - a tiny cottage - in less than a week. You wouldn't believe it due to her seemingly cold-hearted appearance, but she was full of concentrated passion.

"Please…"

If I had thought he's been bugged before I had to correct myself. He was bugged right now!

"… spare me those things and your choice of words in particular. The book you copied that from must have been pretty cheap. 'Concentrated passion'… pft"

He breathed through his nearly closed lips and looked me in the eyes. His look gave me a simple choice. Either, I talked seriously about his problem, or I'd lost the challenge.

Why… EXACTLY… do you mind?

My best therapists-smile appeared and I offered him the second chair while I was sitting down on another one. Not that I'd sat in one of those chairs before or that we would need something like that, but Esme insisted on having them. We had to have exactly those chairs, no matter what. For lack of other rooms without at least three unused seats she placed them into our room.

You aren't afraid of getting hurt, right?

And so my seriousness was gone. Ahe impression alone of Bella, trying to hurt Edward physically was a reason to smile. She could give her best, anyway, could attack him with an iron bar, but she would rather break her bones than dishevel even one of Edward's perfectly-styled hair.

"Rather the other way round." his voice sounded toneless, as if he as fighting himself whether he should ignore the rest of my thoughts or should break out in laughter with me.

You could be careful. Women like caring men.

I interrupted my laughter to growl, though I purposely made it sound less like myself but another more squeaky female voice.

"You don't get it!..." he repeated and vanished.

I stood there, still laughing and gazed after him. I seemed to have lost.