My version starts out where New Moon left off. It's probably save to say there's a possibility of spoilers if you haven't already read it. This fic is purely Edward/Bella, though I may throw in a couple of Twilight's other original parings. Despite the eventual E/B, Bella has, of course, many other suitors, this time human, werewolf, and vampire. I don't want to give too much away, but it goes without saying: Edward is her one and only.
Finally, this first chapter will, most likely, be the only one not from Bella's point of view. I've never written a full story from a character's point of view… let me know how it turns out when I get to it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or plot from Stephenie Meyer's Twilight or New Moon.
Summary: He left her, unintentionally shattering his beloved's heart for the second time in her 18 years. He never expected to see her 90 years later… and still very much human?
Edward's mind was a haze; his thoughts jumbled and mashed irrationally forming only one coherent thought: he had to leave. It was for her own good. He vaguely toyed with the idea that his unconditional love for Bella was what completely spurred the complexity that was his mind to the irrational conclusion, before promptly shaking the thought from his head. The reason was clear, dripping from his every intention, thick like honey and unbearably obvious; he was scared. Not for himself, but rather of himself, and above all, Bella's safety.
Edward gazed lovingly at a sleeping Bella from his perch on her windowsill. Her arms were wrapped securely around an off-white pillow, her face a subtle pink and her lips parted breathing incoherent words. His gaze traveled from her pink lips to the arms draped over her pillow.
He eyed the tender bruises adorning her wrists and mentally attacked himself with every form of profanity and vulgarity he could sum up.
His fault. He was a monster.
Try as he might to suppress the memories, they crashed down on him, full force, leaving him to wallow in his own, nearly tangible anguish.
He lifted a pale hand pinching the bridge of his nose impatiently before turning his attention back to the sleeping girl in front of him. Hesitating momentarily, Edward slid gracefully from his perch to Bella's still form. His pale hand extended to graze her cheek tenderly, gliding further to run along her jaw.
Bella's brow furrowed slightly at the tickling sensation Edward's fingertips left behind and brought a hand up to swat away the offending appendage.
Edward suppressed a soft chuckle before inhaling sharply at seeing her eyes flutter open to study him briefly. She smiled contently before sighing and slipping back into blissful unconsciousness.
Edward's eyes roamed her flushed face, his marble lips set in a sad smile. Swiftly he bent, leaving a tender peck on Bella's rosy cheek and felt immediately ashamed. He had come to see her just one last time, and already his resolve was shattering around him. Raw memories of the incident that had occurred only hours before and the purple bruises tainting Bella's pale wrists were the only things that kept him from completely falling apart on her bedroom floor.
Turning gracefully on his heel, Edward headed back to her window, pausing only to take a second fleeting glance at his love before disappearing through the window and into the murky darkness.
I know, I know; short chapter. But it is the introduction and I kind of have to set a bit of a foundation for this before we get into the story. I feel somewhat compelled to explain things, however I tend to ramble and I really don't want to give too much away. So for now, my lovely readers, you'll just have to suffer through this with me. Reviews are definitely appreciated.