My Little Bee
Summary: Agent Isabella Swan was raised to be the ultimate fighter. She works at Eclipse Academy, living a life shrouded in darkness. Jerk Edward Cullen has the perfect life. What happens when broken meets perfection? Will Edward be bright enough to be Bella's new sunshine? DARK THEMES. AH. OOC.
(I'm bad at summaries, sorry. If you can give me a better one later on, please do.)
A/N: WARNING: Do NOT read this story if you are sensitive to subjects such as violence, fighting, death, depression, killing, rape, kicking, punching, teasing, drugs, torture, alcohol, etc. I am NOT saying all or any of these things will occur in the story; I don't want to spoil it in any way so I'm not going to list only the things that will happen. But I just want to warn anybody whose uncomfortable with those kind of topics. This is a DARK STORY. This is my last and final warning. So read on if you can...
Also, a heads up that I like reading about fierce women so Bella is definitely going to be one of them. The main focus of the story will be about Bella, so Edward's POV may be short. This is my first attempt at writing an actual story, so please don't bash me or anything. I only write for fun. I'm not claiming or trying to be some pro writer. I promise though that this will be a completed story; I despise uncompleted stories. Lastly, I was inspired by things I read and watched.. my main inspiration came from watching Wanted - Yes, the latest movie with Angelina Jolie. I love her. (And Twilight, of course, too.)
OH, and I recommend you to listen to the song; it's amazing and inspired me too. Link in profile, along with pictures of the characters.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Twilight. Just this story.
Send a wish upon a star
Do the work and you'll go far
Send a wish upon a star
Make a map and there you are
Send a hope upon a wave
A dying wish before the grave
Send a hope upon a wave
For all this souls you failed to save
And you stood tall
Now you will fall
Don't break the spell
Of a life spent trying to do well
And you stood tall
Now you will fall
Don't break the spell
Of a life spent trying to do well
Send a wish upon a star . . .
-Sia, "Lullaby"
Isabella Swan - nine years old
"Now make a wish, my little Bee!"
I close my eyes and think about what I want for my birthday. I am finally turning nine years old; Pops told me earlier that I'm officially a big girl.. not that I want to be. I always want to be a little girl. I don't want to "grow up" as Pops likes to say.
I sadly open my eyes without making a wish and look up at my Grandpa Pops.
Every year his face starts to have more lines and the ones already there only get deeper. When I asked him why his face was not as smooth as before, his only response was, 'Little Bee, your Pops is getting older. This is life', followed by a loud laugh. Like Grams, I know one day he will go to Heaven like he explained, but I don't want to accept the fact that my only Pops could be gone one day.
Pops is my joy. My teacher. My hero. My best friend. My family. My only family left.
Even though my dad is still alive and well, he is the darkness in my life; the cold wind that circles around me, constantly blowing out that flame or spark within my soul. I'm not sure what this "flame" or "spark" I have within me really is, but my Pops assured me one day I would find out. Only my Pops is the one who can relight my flame. He keeps me going and alive.
He's the warm breeze on a chilly night in my life.
"...Bee?"
I snap out of my thoughts and focus back on my Pops. His eyes are brown just like mine, except they are filled with questions right now.
I sigh. "I'm sorry, Pops. I just don't know what to wish for. If I wish for you to live forever, do you think I'll get my wish?"
Pops' eyes instantly fill with sadness. I quickly regret letting him know what is on my mind. I don't want to make my grandpa sad. Tears begin to well up in my eyes.
"Come here my little Bee," Pops replies while opening his arms up.
I hesitantly walk over to him, and then decide to fiercely hug him. Even though I only reach up to his waist and my arms aren't long enough to completely hug his frame yet, I hold onto him like I never want to let go. And I really don't. I take in one breath to smell him. Cinnamon. How can I ever go on without him?
Cinnamon, warmth, sunshine, love ... I really need it all. Like air.
"Hey now.. it's your birthday, Bee! Big girls don't cry," he says as he brushes away the tears now heavily streaming down my face. He pries my arms away and quickly places me on his lap as he sits down.
"Look Bee, I know I told you that I am sick.. but I still have lots of time with you, okay? And I promised I would teach you everything I know, didn't I?" Pop says.
I nod.
"Good. Now I'm going to tell you a story and I want you to remember this, alright?"
I nod again.
"Little Bee, you and your Grams have always been the sunshine to my life. Without you two, I don't know what I would do. When Grams passed away, I was sad. I felt lost. But then I realized that I still had you, and Grams would not have wanted me to forget about you either. Even though Grams is with the beautiful angels in Heaven now, her spirit remains to live on. You know how?" he asks.
I shake my head no.
"Through you and me. Grams filled our souls with her love and in return, we still remember her. She left a part of her spirit, or love, in each of us, which is what helps guides us to become who we are today. One day I will be gone just like Grams, but I want you to never forget what we both taught you. Don't forget our love. As long as you can do that, you keep our spirit alive.. and then, we will always be with you. You will become a big girl that we will be so proud of. It may be tough at first, but I believe in you. You are destined to be great, Isabella Marie Swan."
A sob whacks through me again at the thought of losing Pops. It takes me a minute until I can finally gather my words. "I k-know Pops.. I just.. I will m-miss you so much."
"I know Bee, but all living things must eventually die. It's life."
Those are Pops' "famous" words: All living things must eventually die. As much as I will miss him, I know I have to be strong now. I don't know how much time Pops will have left in the world, but I don't want to waste another minute crying about it. I have more than enough time in the world to do that after he is gone.
Pops is gently smiling at me now. He knows I am understanding; he has faith in me. Standing up, I walk over to my birthday cake - which now has a little weak flame burning on my candle. I close my eyes and make my wish.
I wish for to Pops' spirit to always be within me.
With one quick blow, the flame is gone. With a smile and renewed excitement, I exclaim, "Alright, let's eat some cake, Pops!" He quickly beams back at me and chuckles.
"I love you, my little Bee," he says as he quickly kisses me on my cheek and leaves to go grab a knife for the cake in the kitchen.
And just like that, my flame is back. Pops relights the fire in my soul again, only this time it is stronger than ever. I am sure from this moment on that no one can ever blow it out again. Not even Charlie; I won't let him.
It doesn't matter if Pops is still here or not, I will always remember Pops' love.
Pops' love is his spirit.
His spirit is my flame.
'Don't forget our love,' he'd said.
I will always keep the flame burning.