Author's Notes: Edward Scissorhand's is copyrighted to Tim Burton, not me, even though I wish it did belong to me. Anyway, this is my first fic. I am a fan of Wynona, but I didn't not think that "Kim" was worthy of Edward's love, therefore I have made up my own Character, Her name is Willow, and I would very much appreciate any fan art for her, and Edward. Also, read and review. No flames are welcome at all, just constructive criticism, or good motivating reviews. Anyway, this story is rated M for smut, perhaps violence, language and anything else that may come out of my wild imagination. This is the first chapter; I will add them in clusters of five chapters per update, or more if I get reviews and love.

The Art Of Love

Chapter One// Changes

It had been over two-hundred years, after everything that had happened with Jim, and Kim, Edward had nestled into a nook in the large dark old mansion, in the attic where he fell into a slumber. Years had sped by; leaving the palette of a pastel dipped town, what was known as "Suburbia" in to a regular town. All the old houses had been reconstructed by Sub Modular Homes, like most modular home companies, the houses were quite a bit the same by architectural design, but each house differed by roof patterns, brick patterns, and mostly all other differences. The town had come together quite nicely, as people started moving in. No car was pastel or the same, all differed from another. No longer was the town in an eerie stepford state, it was now a regular one. SMH did not bull-doze or rebuild the mansion, but they did clean, refurbish it, and had fixed it up to its former glory. There was a for sale sign. Just before the gate.

Willow, a girl of twenty-one years of age had been driving in her ford Taurus, moving away from home to find her own home, and to collect her independence. She would get a good job as a vet technician, because she had been going to college to become a veterinarian technician, but eventually wanted to go further to being an actual veterinarian. And she loved animals.

She had all of her clothes packed in her trunk, along with her makeup, her resume, all her important pictures, her journal. She had a very unusual dress style. She wore mostly blacks, deep dark red, purple, and basically anything dark. She always wore knee high leather clad boots, which laced up to a bow, the laces being white. She had been driving for hours, and decided she would stop for something to eat, parking her car in a lot in front of a rather large belt of stores. Well, I guess this is the shopping plaza, hmm... pizza, Chinese, baguettes'... I think I'll go with pizza. She thought to herself. Willow was an oddity, with a vast personality, the truth of her moving away from her home, was because it had burned down, and her family had unfortunately been trapped in the fire. She had some mild depression due to this, but she was rather outgoing, and had a lot to forget and rebuild her life.

She pulled herself out of the car, keys in hand, her purse around her shoulder, standing on the pavement as the seat belt went back in to place, and she slammed the door. She was wearing a corset top, black with white lacing on both sides..

She walked silently, humming to herself, until she lit up a cigarette, standing outside of the pizza place. A man about her age, a hairless face, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, wearing a work uniform from the pizza place, had come out on his break, deciding he would greet the new comer. "Hello, I'm Adam" he held out a hand for her to shake, she did with her free hand, while the other was busy lifting her newly lit cigarette to her mouth. "I'm Willow, nice to meet you Adam" she replied with a grin, pearly white straight teeth, exhaling smoke.

Willow had long brown hair that was waist length, twined in with natural red highlights. She had mesmerizing brown-yellow eyes. The brown like a soft chocolate and the amber like the sun reflecting to the moon, delicately wrapped around the brown, and exploding in contrast to it.

She had her nose pierced on both sides, a diamond stud on the left, a silver hoop with a tiny ball in the middle on the right. She had no bangs; her hair always parted to the side having what would have been bangs solemnly cover up her right eye slightly. Her eyes were big and filled with emotion. She had a pale complexion, almost a porcelain tone. Scars, which had healed over her arms from her younger teenage years, where she would cut them.

Her skirt was long and black, and billowed. It had reached her calves. Her boots of course had matched her outfit. Her mid drift was a little exposed. She was very well formed with all the wondrous curves a lady would need. It was late fall, so she had on a long leather trench coat, no longer than her skirt with satin lining within. Her makeup, dark black eyeliner, and black glittery eye shadow

"You don't look like you're from around here, but you sure are beautiful" He spoke with a boyish voice, with exuberant confidence.

She shook her head, exhaling for the last time, before she died the cigarette out into a tall bucket of sand with old cigarette butts. "No, I am not from around here, I am from California...but who could tell with the way I dress and how pale and wan I look. Thank you for the compliment." She giggled. He stammered "What... No way, why are you all the way here?" He said. "Well, I wanted to get away from home, I was in college to become a vet, but I am a tech. I dropped out so I could move, and find myself a home of my own, and possibly work as a tech at a veterinarian's until I resume college further, I have quite a large family trust, and plenty of bonds, not to mention all the money in the bank I saved up while being a vet technician at my old job" She spoke softly, natural sarcasm and a hint of depression could be seen in her sparkling wide eyes. "Well" He said and continued "There is a beautiful black old mansion, which would suit your gothic style or taste perhaps. It is high up on a hill, and for sale or rent, it has been furnished, cleaned, and redone to a point, There is also all new homes from the modular company, after the people from long ago abandoned it, not to mention a great college, and a few vet offices" He exclaimed. Hmm.. A mansion, black at that...That sounds perfect, but I wonder why the town was filed by the towns' people, Oh well! She thought, and sought out the mansion, and the possibilities of what looked to be a bright new future.

"Well, I am hungry and I thought I'd grab myself a slice of pizza" She said.

"Oh really? I work here, let me treat you to a slice, anything you want" He said excitedly.

"Thanks that would be great, I'd love to become acquainted with all the towns folk, perhaps we could even discuss me moving in to this mansion"

So he held open the door for her, even though she gave him a stare that proclaimed her independence. He followed her in, letting the door shut behind them. A man much older with brown hair and eyes peered up in wonder why Adam had been back so soon. "Heya Adam, where are ya back so soon?" He questioned, while slipping a large pepperoni pizza into the oven. His voice an Italian accent, his hair a tad curly and not too short.

"Oh, Hey Americo, I was just getting acquainted with what assumes to be a soon permanent resident of Suburbia" He exclaimed gesturing a hand toward Willow.

She smiled out of politeness, no exposing her teeth, but her well form and plump lips, looking almost alien on her pale skin. "Hello, I am Willow Lane; I want to live in the mansion up on the hill"

"Oh, that's nice, but you haven't even inspected it yet I gather" He spat, wiping his head from small beads of sweat off his forehead, he had after all been standing behind the glass counter that encased different types of pizzas, rolls, and already made subs, near a huge hot oven. "Well the name is Americo, but you can call me Rico, whatever you want to eat, it's on the house." He gestured his hands toward the menu on the counter.

Well, Willow Lane sat at a table with Adam, discussing the mansion and eating both a simple plain pizza slice. She was friendly, and answered most questions with her polite manners, but also trying to avoid what had become of her family and such. Rico had also joined them. She had seemed to be an alien of the sort to them, but fascinating and beautiful with all her features and mystery.

They had told her how the mansion was beautiful, and had so many rooms, and bathrooms and marvelous furniture. Wow, it sounds so beautiful, maybe I can even board animals for extra money, and garden some nice vegetables. Oh I love to cook! She thought amazed.

Meanwhile, Edward had been locked in the tiniest room in the whole mansion, one the company could not enter no matter what they tried. He had woken from his slumber, hair jet black to the side a bit messy, wearing a head to toe thick leather outfit, buckle upon buckles. The last gift he received from Kim was a scientist who had given him human hands, and Edward had been so star struck about it, in awe. With his new hands he had began to read and learn of emotions he had never felt, and to cry. Kim was an old woman when she granted his wish, only having the scientist show up with a letter from her that read:

Dear Edward,

I am now an old woman with a daughter, and grandchildren, so I was not able to show up to see you, it would have been far too embarrassing for you to see how age and years could wither me away to a brittle old woman. But I have saved up enough money to grant you your wish, my son in law's friend is a scientist that can take you to his laboratory, and give you the human hands you've always dreamed of having. He will read to you this letter. I hope you will live and be happy, and still carve ice with the proper tools, and assemble bushes, tress, and all shrubbery in to amazing things as you have before. I also hope you will love again, and be able to explore the passions of love itself, and maybe produce offspring of yourself. I loved you, and in my heart I always will. Thank you for giving me the snow.

Your friend, Kimberly Boggs

He had felt so sad to learn of her aging, and moving on with her life. But at the time she really didn't have a choice. He had been a dead man to Suburbia, and had killed Jim, for Kim. If she hadn't left, he would have been in jail or worse. He was grateful for her gift to him, and almost didn't accept it.

Edward got up slowly, looking at his hands to make sure they were still there, and not back to being razor blades. He sighed happily when he realized his hands were still human hands. He had kept the old ones just in case he ever had to confront someone about his past and the monster or freak he supposedly use to be. Reaching in to his pocket, he pulled out a small key to the door, and turned it. He stumbled out into the light of the afternoon, to his maker's mansion... but it had been completely different. His eyes widened.

"What... happened...? " He spoke in his soft timidly sweet voice. Looking around he found that everything except the one room he had been in was completely different, redecorated, but also beautiful. Plush blood red rugs had aligned the floor all throughout the attic, there was even matching drapes, and a huge window to view all of Suburbia. You could even see the ocean. There were shelves with all of his creator's books on them. He looked up to even see a sky view window on the ceiling; he thought it would be nice to look at the stars and the moon at night. There was a fire place, a loveseat in front of it. It was adorned with Italian silk. The stairs were still the same, but with new wood that was smooth and soft to the touch.

He wandered down the carpeted stairs in to the next huge room. There were plenty of windows, lamps. He inspected every room. Each room was painted another way, with a bed and lavatory in each. Some even had a bar, which reminded him of the 'lemonade'. He cringed at the thought. There were armoires, dressers, bookshelves', shelves, Different chairs, sofas, cots. The kitchen where the assembly line and the machines had been was huge, a huge walk in freezer, and refrigerator, A large sink. Another large sink in the island of the kitchen. There was a small dinner table with white silk cloth, and matching chairs, and a large dining room table of mahogany wood. There were radiators all over, and central air vents and thermostats on the walls. He though it was exquisite, but he also wondered why and how everything had changed. None of the less he was in awe, even the gates were new and shiny black steel. The garden was full with vegetable plants, a few fruit trees (apples, peach, and pear). There were square hedges everywhere. He would need to so some designing.

Willow had gotten in to her car and began to drive to go see the mansion; she had already called the realtor Ms. Pierce, and had explained to her about her trust money from her family, and her bonds. She had already agreed to live there with no thought. It was only two hundred thousand, and willow had nine hundred and seventy thousand, she would meet Ms. Pierce as soon as she arrived to pay, fill out paper work, and live!

Edward had been staring out the window in a trance; his very dark eyes glimmered at his reflection through the glass. He soon saw a blue car, and a silver car coming up the hill. He had noticed the 'for sale' sign earlier, and had wished so hard to find a companion he could grow to love and learn things from, after all Kim had written that letter which saddened and comforted him at the same time.

He looked again to see the young woman get out of her silver car, as beautiful as ever, and an older woman.

Tears had begun to fall out of his eyes, which suddenly seemed cast with so much emotion. Who exactly was that long haired beauty, and would she be living here with him? He could only hope.

Willow shook Ms. Pierce's hand after all had been done, the mansion was hers. Edward noticed the familiarity and knew at once she would be living there with him. He took in a deep breath, and released with a sigh of pure contentment. Soon, VERY soon, his loneliness would seize to exist. He could only hope she was friendly. He would be as bold as possible, even though so innocent and would meet her as soon as she took what little she had inside.

Authors Notes: I always wanted him to have hands and a chance at a normal life, and love. I also wanted to rid of that pastel hell with the nosey neighbors who had nothing better to do but gossip, and pry in to other's lives. Not many people write ES fan fiction, so I thought I would, and perhaps spark the interest of others. Please R&R NO FLAMES. Art is welcome and constructive criticism. I plan on 30 or so chapters, but I need feed back! So here is chapter one.