Fallen Star
A
Twilight Fanfiction
Written by beautifulstormxxx69CHAPTER
ONE: INTRUDER
Edward Cullen's sparkling alabaster rock-hard skin glistened and threw rainbows in the light of the sun sinking beneath the horizon as I stared at his scorching eyes, boring their way into the deepest part of my soul. I turned away, suddenly afraid. There was a thirst in those eyes, a thirst I could not name, a thirst I was just beginning to understand.
"Edward…" I began, "Please… don't hurt me."
The fire in his eyes suddenly turned icy. His angel's face gazed down at me, and his lips curled back, revealing his razor-sharp, venom coated teeth which glinted in the sunlight. Normally my bones would have felt like jelly, and I would have felt completely content to drown in his ocher pools forever. Instead my bones turned to ice, and I felt my heart begin to pound with adrenaline. With fear.
Then, as soon as it had come, the look left him. He smiled at me, and again I noticed those fangs, those perfect marble statues that could neatly tear me to shreds. And when he put his hand on my shoulder, I felt their firmness, knew that these hands could easily pin me to the ground and never let me up again. I smiled back. It hid a guilt that, even with the fire of my love burning through every other thought of reason and self-interest that I possessed, I still had these moments of doubt. Of dread. It wasn't him that frightened me, however. I had always known of his desire to possess me completely; my fear was that my own desire would soon be overwhelming.
"I could never hurt you, Bella darling," he nearly purred, sounding all the world like a carnivore on the hunt. I didn't believe him. Just being this close to him already hurt more than he could possibly know.
"I know..." I replied, suddenly shy. "It's just that I-"
He silenced me with one icy finger placed on my lips. His eyes caught fire again, liquefying my bones and dazzling me as usual. His cold marble lips touched mine, erasing all my thoughts. I forgot to breathe as his icy fingertips held my face securely to his. The world was spinning, and my world began to cloud over. Just as I began to lose consciousness, Edward moved his lips to my collarbone, chuckling slightly. His chilly breath cooled my overheated skin, and I wheezed like a chain smoker.
"What am I going to do with you?" he asked smiling.
"Some of us actually need to breathe." I snapped, but the quip had no bite. It was hard to sound annoyed while panting.
I stood up in an attempt to get fresh air into my lungs, but every thought of Edward's kiss made me more and more lightheaded. It was only then I realized that it was getting dark. I had been getting home later and later every night, and Charlie, my father, had been getting annoyed ("Probably thinks we're making love," Edward joked -- if only!).
Edward seemed to be having the same thoughts as me. "The first stars are coming out," he noted. The implication was clear: we needed to part once again. Seeing the utter despair on my face, Edward chuckled to himself while I quickly sought to prolong our meeting.
"There's supposed to be a meteor shower tonight," I managed to sputter out.
"Oh?" he asked, barely hiding his amusement. "You'll have to wish on a fallen star for me, Bella."
I sighed, doubtful that even wishing on a whole shower of stars would do either of us any good. I reflected on this fact sadly for a moment, gazing at the man I so desired to be my own in every possible way. As I lamented, I noticed Edward's face turn cautious, then harden into a familiar shape as his gaze turned alert at something in the distance. As my eyes followed his, I realized where I had seen this look before: in the shadows of an alley in Italy, Edward crouched before me in a protective stance, his eyes gleaming with fury as his lips curled back in an angry snarl. I realized how right I had been to think that no amount of falling stars could help us as my eyes lit upon the stunningly pale and beautiful, black-eyed predator who stalked slowly and purposefully into the meadow. . .