Chapter One of Four
Edward looked out at the beautiful, sweeping scenery and sighed. The countryside was that of England. Edward had surprised Bella when producing two plane tickets for a romantic holiday. Throughout the few days that their holiday had lasted Edward could almost smell the passion wafting from their gorgeous honeymoon suite.
Currently, Bella had gone to dine and Edward was left sitting by the large bay side window, lost in thought. Edward's face was filled with sorrow and his head was in his hands. The door to their room slowly creaked opened and voices drifted through the room. Edward didn't move an inch.
"I
hope the food was satisfactory, miss." "Oh,
the chicken was fabulous," Bella's voice replied. "Enjoy
your stay." The door closed, and Bella glanced at
Edward. She knew something was wrong, but she was exhausted and
sprawled herself on the bed. Edward stood up and walked
towards the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Faintly, Bella
heard dry sobs. Now, she was worried. She heaved herself off the bed
and waddled toward the door, for she was incredibly full. "Edward,"
Bella cooed. There was no reply. "Edward,
open up!" Bella yelled, banging loudly on the door. There
was a minute of silence and finally the door clicked open. Bella
threw herself on Edward and whispered in his ear, "Edward, my
love, what's wrong?" Edward pulled away from Bella
and looked down at the floor. "Bella, I want to
know ... how I was made." "Carlisle made you,
sweets." "No. I mean when I was human." "Oh.
Well you see Edward, when two people -" "No, I
know that. It's just, I can't remember my parents. I mean, I remember
my mother, sort of, but my father..." Edward trailed off, in
thought. "There has to be two people; so how come I can't
remember anything?" "Edward, you're not making
any sense." Edward let out a resigned noise, and
walked slowly towards the basin, to wash his face. He looked down and
- "WHAT THE DOG?" The magical cat
stared back up, into Edward's eyes. "Why the puck
are you everywhere I go?" Edward yelled in the cat's
face. "Language," the cat replied, raising a
single eyebrow. The cat untangled itself from the basin
and stretched. "Now, Edward, what is this I hear? You
want to know where you came from? Hmmm..." "Fuck
off!" The cat gave Edward a piercing, stern look,
and looked as though it was determined not to drop its
gaze. "Look into my eyes, look into my eyes,"
the cat said quickly and rhythmically. The cat clicked
its fingers. "And ... you're under. Let me take you
back many years ago." Edward slumped onto the edge of the
sink and slid to the floor. His mind rushed back, his life passing
through his mind. Images of his birth flashed by. He felt sick and
closed his eyes. Suddenly he felt his body halt to a stop, and he
cautiously opened his eyes. Gleaming light struck him,
and he gasped in shock and awe. Edward was in a brilliantly lit opera
house. He looked down upon hundreds of people and the wide stage
seemed far away. A large, golden five hung to Edward's left.
Edward was in box five.
Two people sat gracefully poised; a beautiful woman with long, blonde hair, twisted up into a magnificent hairstyle with curls framing her placid, yet solemn face. She fanned herself continuously. A purple silken dress clung to her, and did justice to her beautiful, shapely frame.
Next
to her, was a handsome young man, with bronze hair and brilliant
green eyes. His tux made him look manly, yet sincere. He was staring
down at the stage, waiting for the show to begin. Somehow,
Edward knew that these two magnificent people were his parents ...