A/N: Just a little to say before you begin. First off, I have not written in so long, I may be a bit rusty. Secondly, when and if I describe characters I am describing how they look in the movie, not the book. Last, enjoy…and please, if anyone has any ideas or suggestions please let me know.
Oh, one more thing. I planned on this being a third person story because frankly, I write better in third person. But first person made more sense with having multiple narration's and points of view from the characters. I will be switching POVs throughout chapters, some chapters may be a different characters POV. I will make it to where I don't confuse people, I promise and if I do please let me know. Thank you for taking the time to read my story!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything; all rights go to Stephanie Meyer
Wanda
It had been two months since we discovered more groups of human suriviors, and with the help from Doc and I extracting captured souls there was still hope for humanity. I sat in the tavern, looking out at the glow worms.
Shining so vividly; like a million tiny stars. I peered down at the reflection in the water staring back at me
. I was still getting used to this body; it was… I was so tiny, tiny enough to where I could easily be broken in half. I shivered; this body didn't provide much heat. My hands were always shaking and cold.
Ian had once told me that a woman's body is always cold and a man's body is always warm, because men were meant to keep us warm. I smiled at the thought, it made sense, and it was such a beautiful thought.
I sighed deeply, twirling the ends of my hair with my fingers. If only this was truly who I was. She was a pretty one, too. No wonder Ian liked this body. I splashed away the reflection in one swift movement.
"You alright?" his voice was so gentle, he didn't even startle me. He came up behind me and sat, stretching his legs out with me in the middle of him, and wrapping his arms around me in a sweet embrace.
Ian always handled me as if I were glass, one wrong move and I'd shatter. "I'm…fine."
He sighed, gently kissing my shoulder. "I've told you time and time again, you're a lousy liar. I'm the last person you have to try to lie to." He told me softly.
"Ian, do you think this body is pretty?" I asked as I turned slightly, just enough to see his eyes. He rested his forehead against mine, looking deep into my eyes, so full of love.
"Yes, I think you're beautiful Wanda." I scoffed; a sound I didn't even realize I knew how to make.
"I didn't ask if you thought I was… I asked if you thought this body was." I whispered hurt in my voice.
He furrowed his brows in confusion. I could see him racking his brain, wondering what I could possibly mean.
"This is you, Wanda." He told me squeezing my waist gently.
I felt his breath on the back of my neck, whenever he did that, my breath always caught in the back of my throat. My heart was doing summersaults.
"Can you feel that?" He whispered. I nodded. "Your body feels that, not this body or her body. This is you." He told me placing his fingers under my chin gently, making me face him.
He brushed the hair out of my eyes and cupped my cheek, "to make it clear, yes I think you're beautiful the little worm in the back of your head you, like you've told me once before. I love you wanderer the soul." He smiled at me, reassurance in his eyes.
Love for a human was one of the best feelings I've ever felt in all my lives. This was the life I craved…but in my mind, I knew I did not belong. I was not human. I smiled to myself, staring at the glow worms
Ian and I sat in silence for a long while until I finally spoke.
"Sometimes I dream about what my life would have been like if I were born human." I confessed. "I'd want hazel eyes." I smiled softly.
I know he heard the pang of hurt and jealousy in my voice. The very feelings I tried to push down yet they refused to be lie dormant.
"Having…not only a soul but my own body; and my own heart that you could love, too. " I told him softly.
I wondered if I were born human if he'd still love me. Not me as Melanie or me as Pet but me. What a hopeless dream; longing to be human.
"After so many lives and so many bodies I've inhabited you'd think I would get used to the idea of always living through others." I shook my head. He stared at me intently, taking in my words. I saw the pain in his eyes, the pain for me.
"She was dying…Wanda. This body was meant for you." He began, placing a small kiss on the nape of my neck.
"Do you feel it?" I turned to look at him; he was so beautiful to me.
"Every cut and bruise? Every touch…every kiss?" He gently swept my hair to the one side, kissing my neck this time.
I felt that down to my core I felt it.
I nodded, "I do, feel it." "You feel it because this is you. You need to accept it, Wanda."
He nuzzled my neck. "This is all you. Your body, heart, and mind."
I shook my head, disagreeing. I turned to him, kissing him lightly on the lips then resting my forehead against his.
"I don't belong here, Ian." I whispered.
Ian protested, "You belong with me. And here, is with me. I will always love you, I don't need to see you to love you Wanda, they could pluck out my eyes and I'd still love you. If I were blind or if I were dead…nothing will change that."
He said to me as he pulled me into a passionate kiss his fingers tangling in my hair.
We ended the kiss briefly to catch our breath. I gazed into his eyes, human eyes as pure as a soul.
"I love you, Ian." I whispered against his lips as he pulled me in for another kiss.
A/N: A lot of fluffiness going on, I know. Can't help it…I just love Wanda and Ian. All the editing was done by me. Sorry if you come across mistakes. I briefly looked over the beta page but I'm anxious to put this chapter up for some reason. I also wrote this at 2:30 in the morning so, bear with me. I'm okay with constructive criticism. I enjoy reviews because I enjoy knowing everyone's opinion, what I need to improve, or what they would like to see happen in the story. No flames, please. Hope you all enjoyed. Chapter two will be up shortly.