Hello my lovelies!

Now this is my personal work on Midnight Sun. As some of you know, Stephenie Meyer has written Midnight Sun which is Twilight in Edward's POV. Now she stopped in Chapter 12 but every time that I read it... it always stopped!

So I got an idea... why not keep on going?? So I got my computer and started writing!

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This will actually not make any sense if you haven't read the actual work of Stephenie Meyer! If you wanna read it, it's on her website! Go! Go read it people! If you don't want to... this is what happens up to this point.

Edward drops Bella off at home, after they have talked at lunch about why she can't be there when he hunts. He answered but not too happy he did... and his last thing he said to her was, "Tomorrow, it's my turn" He means his turn to ask her questions. =)

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13. Questions

When I finally got home, I parked my Volvo in the garage and noticed that everyone was home already. I headed upstairs where I knew Alice was waiting for me.

Hi… she thought sullenly.

I knew what she was thinking… unfortunately she had been thinking about this all week.

"Alice, must you always ruin my good mood?"

"Well!" she responded to my rudeness. "If you don't let me talk to Bella soon, I will explode"

"Alice, I doubt you will. Besides I have bigger worries." I murmured.

Is it about Saturday? She thought, concerned.

Why must all psychics be so irritating? Maybe it's just Alice.

Oh, well. Whatever the reason, Alice was most helpful to me. Especially during these times.

"Is it safe, Alice?" I whispered.

I knew her response before she spoke. And I was caught in one of her visions of the future once more.

Bella and I, in the meadow. She watched me carefully as I stepped into the sunlight directly overhead. But as I watched her eyes in the vision—for my eyes were closed—there was no fear, only… concern? Curiosity? Why must Bella—of all people—have curiosity over a vampire? This sudden question reminded me of the old hag I pictured who controlled her luck or the reckless angel who put Bella in my path.

Then the vision stopped.

"Wait, Alice! I wasn't done looking." I told her.

Her expression wasn't something I expected. It looked… embarrassed. "Edward, it's a private future. Of yours and Bella's," she said, "Not sure I want to spy on something that's not happened yet."

I barely heard of what she said last. My mind was wrapped around the words 'yours and Bella's'. Those words should have been a warning for me to pick up the phone and cancel our plan for Saturday. But being me—and the selfish creature I am—my hand would not move… for it couldn't even think of cancelling a whole day with Bella Swan.

Just her and myself… in the meadow… with no witnesses. And the monster inside me rejoiced as it thought of that last detail.

No.

I couldn't do this to her… and to myself. I cannot hurt her because I wouldn't live with myself if I did.

Edward? Alice thought interrupting my mental thoughts.

"Sorry, I was thinking about the future." I assured her.

"Well, it's going to be fine. I don't see anything horrible happening." Not unless you change your mind… she added mentally.

And even Alice knew how quickly it would be to change a person's mind.

"No Alice, I won't change my mind. She trusts me too much."

I wouldn't know. She thought sadly.

"Alice," I moaned.

I know, I know… 'Not now'. She imitated me. But just so you know, she's going to like me too, so there's really no point to wait… since Friday is going to come so quickly…

"Friday?" I said through my teeth.

"Yes!" She jumped up excitedly. "Wait, you've forgotten that we're going hunting Friday?"

"No, of course not. Without this hunting trip, I don't think me and Bella can be together alone on Saturday."

"Well for us to go, I have to walk up to you and…" she stopped as if she said too much.

"Alice!"

I totally forgot about that. Alice walking up to me and Bella in the cafeteria. In public… where Alice will have to be introduced to Bella… because it would be the right thing to do.

Oh man!

I knew if I'd avoided this for a while the moment would come… if I was ready or not.

I told you it wouldn't be long. She thought smugly.

"Fine, Alice. I'll introduce you. But—"

"But what?" she interrupted aloud.

"But be nice… and try not to seem relieved when you talk to her." I said holding my breath awaiting her response.

Her mental response was loud and happy enough… So why did she have to ruin it and speak out loud?

"Really? You mean it?" she beamed.

I sighed. "Yes, Alice. You can talk to her when I introduce you before we hunt."

Thank you, thank you thank you!

I sighed again and went upstairs to change.

As I left I could still hear her mental cheers.

I passed by Carlisle in the hallway and gave him a nod hello.

Hello to you too, Edward. How's Bella?

"Good, thanks Carlisle." I said.

You look annoyed. Anything I can help with?

"Alice." I told him. From the look on his face, he seemed to understand, "And no, nothing you can help with, unfortunately."

He laughed. "Well, good luck." He said aloud. You'll need it, He teased me.

I smiled at his attempt to joke and went to change. The faster I went, the sooner I'd see Bella. I left her not even an hour ago, and I'm already aching to see her again. But I'd have to wait until she'd gone to bed.

I waited by my piano just playing the new song I wrote. And when the time came to leave for Bella's, Alice came downstairs as always to see me out.

Bye-bye! See you tomorrow! She smiled as I ran into the dark forest.

Bella's window is opening much easier with every time I come. And every time I do come, I still feel like a sick peeping tom.

Bella looked sound asleep. She wasn't cold today—for she wasn't wrapped into a ball.

"Edward" she sighed.

I smiled as I considered the thought that she was still dreaming of me.

"Don't leave me please." she cried.

And I started to think of that.

I always knew me staying is a horrible thing for her. For my control can slip. And in that slip, she can… I couldn't even think of the word. But her plea for me to stay makes me think that even though she knows I'm dangerous, that I'm the world's most dangerous predator… she still wants me to stay.

My dead, frozen heart would have definitely quickened in pace at the thought of me staying with her forever… or until she… again, I could not think of the word.

She tossed a bit in her sleep, but always murmured my name with pleas to stay or to not leave which made me think that tomorrow would make her happy.

The thought of tomorrow made me smile. I'd told her that it was my turn to ask questions, since she is possibly one of the most curious people I've talked to—but I don't really talk to people other than my family, so that wasn't really fair. I'd think that if you just met a vampire, you'd want to know secrets about them too. I'm one of them and even I'd like to know a couple more things.

Through the night I sat in her rocking chair in the corner, looking at her sleep and listening to her, the sun came too quickly.

And with one last look at her face I ran back home to get changed for school and pick up my car to go to Bella's. Hopefully she doesn't mind this little routine that I've made. Knowing Bella, I knew she wouldn't mind one bit.

As I got home, I saw Rosalie and Emmett holding hands in the living room watching T.V. Rosalie looked up at me and scowled.

Idiot.

Rosalie never really liked me. And ever since I grew fond of Bella, her hatred split in two and grew stronger. And when she wasn't thinking anger toward me, she was thinking of herself and how she's better than anyone she's met.

And she calls me an idiot.

Bro, you are pathetic. Emmett thought. But he only says that because he doesn't see why I have to see Bella sleep every night. But I love to go see her. I can't stay away from her… even when asleep.

I looked at Alice who smiled at my arrival and knew that I was only here to change and to get the car.

Good morning! How'd Bella sleep?

I sighed at Alice's weird friendship for the girl she'd yet to meet.

"Good, Alice. Are you taking Rosalie's car today?" I asked

In my mind, I saw Rosalie smile and I took that as a 'yes'.

I quickly got changed and hurried to the garage, said a quick good-bye to Esme, Jasper, Alice and Emmett—Rosalie rolled her eyes every time I talked to her so I didn't bother today—and left with my Volvo.

I parked in her dad's spot on the driveway minutes after her dad left for work, and waited in the car listening to the sounds from inside.

I smiled as I saw her expression when she saw my car. She looked as if she expected me to be there and was right.

She walked straight up to my car but paused quickly before opening the door to get in. She was wearing the brown turtleneck sweater she wore before—the one I didn't like—and jeans. But it was impossible to look away from her. She could wear the simplest clothes and still look breathtakingly beautiful.

"Good morning." I said in my non-scary voice. "How are you?" I asked her that because even though I knew she slept better than before, she still had a bit of purple shade under her eyes—common thing if you're tired.

"Good, thank you." She answered as if the answer was obvious.

Again, I looked at the circles under her eyes. "You look tired."

She grimaced.

"I couldn't sleep," she said as she tossed her hair around her shoulder to block her neck.

As I looked on her neck, I started looking at her throat. Up to her chin until stopping at her lips.

Looking at her mouth made me want to move closer but I knew that was a horribly bad idea, so I decided to tease her.

"Neither could I." I smiled.

She laughed at that, seeming to get my joke. I loved the way she laughed. So carefree.

"I guess that's right. I suppose I slept just a little bit more than you did."

"I'd wager you did." I told her.

"So what did you do last night?" she asked me.

I think she forgot about what I said to her last night. Today is definitely my day to ask questions. And every time she asked a question, it led to more and I could never find things I wanted to know about her.

I chuckled. "Not a chance. It's my day to ask the questions."

Then she seemed to remember, because she grimaced a bit and her forehead creased as if she was waiting for something bad.

I decided to start of simple. But still I was still very focused because I wanted to know every detail of her life. No matter how small, or unimportant.

"What's your favorite color?"

This seemed to amuse her. She rolled her eyes and answered me.

"It changes from day to day."

Why does she have to do this to me? Why can't she give a straight answer like a normal person would?

"What's your favorite color today?" I was determined to get this answered, even if it would take a while.

She thought about it, and looked down at her sweater.

"Probably brown." She concluded.

I snorted. I was expecting something different. Then again, when did Bella ever say something expected. "Brown?" I asked.

"Sure. Brown is warm. I miss brown. Everything that's supposed to be brown—tree trunks, rocks, dirt—is all covered up with squashy green stuff here." And her explanation turned to a complaint.

I looked into her eyes and thought of her strange answer. I could see that. Her being from Phoenix, and her wearing that ugly brown sweater, she had a good reason to say that. Maybe she tended to dress according to her favorite color of the day.

Then I decided on my answer.

"You're right. Brown is warm."

Then I looked at her and I spotted a hair flying out of place from her messy pony tail. I hesitated but my hand reached—without permission—and swept her hair back behind her shoulder.

Every touch was dangerous… but as much as I told myself that, the more I wanted to touch her.

This is useless!

I can't keep doing this so I decided to change the question.

I've always wanted to know this because from every time that I've been to her room, I haven't looked inside her books and CD player to know her favorites. I thought I couldn't handle being so close to her like that… but I guess I should get to know now.

"What music is in your CD player right now?"

When she told me the name of the band, I half-smiled and I reached down to the compartment in my car and flipped open the door.

I pulled out half of my CD collection in my car compartment and I handed a CD to her.

I raised an eyebrow, "Debussy to this?"

She took the CD and examined the covers, her eyes not leaving the CD and not meeting my eyes.

She gave back the CD finally looking at me.

"Shall we?" I asked once we reached the school parking lot.

I continued to question every insignificant detail of her life throughout our day. Some questions were about movies she liked and hated. Some about the few places she'd ever been and lots that she wanted to go.

When I asked her about books, we talked endlessly.

Every time I asked a question, her face gave away the feeling that she'd never really talked so much. Not just about her life… but herself. And every time I asked a question, she would look down seeming to have concern for boring me. But she could never be boring to me.

When she looked like she wouldn't answer, I just looked at her with my persuasion look and her breath would quickly stop, and she would answer as if she was hypnotized.

Most of my questions were simple. Not giving away lots on her part but when only a few would make her blush, I had to know why, and that curiosity brought on a whole new set of questions.

"What's your favorite gemstone?" I'd asked her while she was a bit distracted.

Before she even thought about it, she'd blurted out "Topaz."

Now I would have continued with my questions, except that when I looked down at her face, she blushed. Which made me think is she ashamed for liking a topaz? So I had to ask of course.

I tried to be persuasive since this seemed to work on her most of the time. I looked deeply in her chocolate brown eyes and said, "Tell me,"

It would have worked, but she kept her eyes down seeming to know what I was trying to do. But she answered anyway.

She looked down on her hands while she was messing with her hair while she answered. "It's the color of your eyes today," she sighed, "I'd supposed if you asked me in two weeks I'd say onyx," she continued. Her forehead creased in worry… worry that maybe I'd be mad or something.

But it was a short pause because my curiosity was far from over.

"What kinds of flowers do you prefer?" I've actually wanted to know that for quite a while.

She sighed in… relief? And she answered as we walked to biology.

I kept asking random but important questions until Mr. Banner entered the room bringing in the same movie as last time. As I remembered the last time we watched it, me and Bella had this kind of electric hum between her body and mine. So I slid my chair—unwillingly—away from her and then the lights went off.

The space between did not help. The electricity still hummed between us and I very much wanted to reach across the table and brush her hair away from her face and just move closer. Maybe I could just hold her hand. Last time she looked like she'd wanted to touch me too. So hand touch wouldn't be so bad…

No.

No mistakes.

When I looked at her, she was leaned forward on our table with her chin folded on her arms and her fingers were gripping the table's edge.

She didn't look up the whole time as if fighting the urge to. When Mr. Banner finally turned on the lights, she finally looked up at me staring back at her.

I stood up and waited for her.

I walked her to gym in silence and stopped at the door.

Again, my selfish side won my internal argument.

My hand rose— again, without permission—and my fingers stroked her warm skin that covered her cheekbones. My cold hand heated and I wanted more… another touch.

And again as yesterday, I thought of a thousand different ways to touch her.

Since my hand wouldn't leave her face willingly, I had to order it.

Enough!

My hand left her delicate face, and I quickly turned away without looking back—because of temptation—and hurried to catch Emmett before Spanish.

"Emmett!" I yelled for him.

He looked back at me and he noticed the difference in my face.

"Hey, bro." He looks better… maybe Bella really does make him happy.

He had no idea how he was right.

As we sat in our seats I noticed Ben Cheney again and he had an unexpected gratitude toward me which just made me smile. I'd done my job right.

I still don't like him, he thought, but I guess I owe him something. He made me realize that Angela likes me.

What he didn't know is that he doesn't owe me anything, because that was my anonymous gift for Angela. I'm just glad he appreciated the help.

Emmett looked up at me.

Looks like Ben likes us, man, he thought

I chuckled

I sat back and started to pick up things from the gym… I wonder if Bella needs me to get her out today.

I picked up Mike playing pretty much a one-man badminton game for the whole period while Bella just stayed behind holding her racquet delicately behind her.

The minute Spanish ended, I hurried to Bella's gym building before she came out.

I waited and leaned on the wall across from the doors that she came out of. And the second she came out, she looked up at me and a huge smile spread across her delicate face.

I smiled in reaction to her smile. She always makes me happy the second I see her. But I remembered that my question day still hasn't ended.

I stopped the car in front of her house, and we talked for hours parked on her driveway.

I started again with my never-ending list of questions.

Some like, what she missed about her home, and I definitely insisted on details of things I didn't recognize such as the smell creosote—which according to her had a bitter, slightly resinous, but still a bit pleasant scent—the sound of cicadas in the summer, the bareness of the Phoenix trees, the size and the colors of the sky that were barely interrupted by the low mountains, that were covered with purple volcanic rocks. But I noticed that she spoke with a way that showed me she loved it… I mean really loved it. I had to know why it appealed to her so much. So when I asked, it was weird to see her expression… and expression of uncertainty. But when she explained why she liked it so much—the beauty that really doesn't depend on sparse, spiny vegetation that often looked half dead. A beauty that also had more to do with the exposed shape of the land with the shallow bowls of valleys between the craggy hills, and also the way they held on to the sun—I finally understood.

I kept asking questions, more about her home.

My last question to her was about her room back in Phoenix, and I made her explain every single detail of it.

But after she was done, I paused for a moment, looking out at the night sky. It was really beautiful. But I never knew why I never really noticed the sky before… maybe because when Bella was with me, I looked at everything in a different perspective.

She looked at me in relief and said, "Are you done?"

"Not even close—but your father will be home soon."

Her eyes suddenly popped out seeming to forget about her father until now.

"Charlie!" she sighed.

She looked out the window for a moment and wondered out loud, "How late is it?"

I looked at the sky again and I remembered the last time I used the hate the night… I used to think it was another long, useless day pilling up in my existence.

"Its twilight," I murmured.

And when I looked back at her suddenly, she was staring back at me with those wide, chocolate brown eyes. In her eyes, there were a million questions but the one I could see most clearly is that she was wondering why I was so thoughtful when speaking of the night. So I answered her unspoken question.

"It's the safest time of the day for us," I continued, "The easiest time. But also the saddest, in a way… the end of another day, the return of the night. Darkness is so predictable, don't you think?"

I smiled because I'd just conveniently asked her another question to which I was honestly curious for her answer.

"I like the night," she answered.

She likes the night? Why would she? She has the worst of luck, and the night could bring dangerous things toward her.

"Without the dark, we'd never stars,"

I liked her answer… it was very beautiful… just like her.

So it surprised me that she frowned.

"Not that you see them here much," she continued.

I chuckled at her answer. That was so Bella.

"Charlie will be home soon," I told her, "So unless you want to tell him you'll be with me on Saturday…" I raised an eyebrow and looked into her eyes.

She looked at her books and started picking them up.

"Thanks, but no thanks," she said, "So is it my turn tomorrow?"

I faked being outraged and told her, "Certainly not! I told you I wasn't done, didn't I?"

"What more is there?"

"You'll find out tomorrow." And I reached across her body to open the passenger door.

I could hear her heart quicken at my sudden closeness.

But then that's not the only thing I could hear.

There was a car, coming to Bella's. But not just a car. It was a Black's car. I can smell those wolf decedents from miles away. It would not be a good idea to have me and a Quileute together in the same room.

My hand froze on her handle.

"Not good," I said softly to myself.

She seemed to hear me.

"What is it?"

She sounded concerned. But I couldn't tell her that werewolf decedents were about to come, and I should quickly leave before something bad happens.

Yes, that would get her calm.

I looked at her for a quick second and said, "Another complication."

My voice sounded… sad.

And frankly I was sad. I was depressed to not have more time with her. Well I was—of course—coming to see her sleep tonight but, she wouldn't be awake so I can't talk to her until tomorrow.

I flung open her door quickly and I moved away from her. But the second I breathed in, her scent came and hit me just like the first day.

As much as I loved her, she still made my mouth water.

I saw the headlights before they reached the corner of the curb.

"Charlie's around the corner," I warned her.

The second I said that, she hopped out of my car at once. It was drizzling outside which made me want to go out next to her, and shield her from the water. She didn't like the cold. But unfortunately I couldn't. I have to stay here because I can see both cars coming closer.

I didn't get the chance to say goodbye to Bella. So I glared at the upcoming car that was taking my time away from her.

I revved my engine and left without looking back at her.

I drove straight home and felt… annoyed.

I want to stay with Bella some more, but that car took my time away from her. The only thing that kept me sane was the thought that I'd see her in less than a couple of hours.

I went up to Esme's office. I haven't seen her or talked to her in a while and I felt bad. Esme loved me like I was her blood relative son, and when I was sad, or in pain, she would suffer for me. That was horrible. I hated making her suffer.

I knocked on her door.

"Come in!" she said in her sweet voice.

"Hello, Esme." I greeted her.

She smiled, "Edward! How are you? Is Bella…?"

"She's fine, thanks for asking."

"Oh, son, I love that she's making you happy."

I chuckled. "How do you know I'm happy?"

She raised her eyebrow and smiled. "You're smiling a lot more, you haven't played your piano in such a long time and she inspired you to write a song," she stood up and smiled bigger, "Should I go on?"

I laughed, "No, Esme, it's ok. I just came up because I haven't talked to you in a while."

"Well, you're always welcome here, my son. I've been fine but I was talking to Alice yesterday and…"

Oh, no. What did Alice say now?

"She was saying that you and Bella have plans on Saturday to be alone." She continued.

Thank you, Alice! I screamed at myself. She couldn't let me have one little secret right?

But, she was right, in way, to tell Esme. Because if I didn't bring back Bella… it would be nice to have help… but that was not going to happen. I swear I will bring her back…I will be safe for her.

"Well yes, Esme. I was planning to take her to a private place that I like to go to just think… a small meadow not far from here."

"Edward, I trust you… with all my heart," she said, "Would you get it if I said that?" she smiled apologetically.

And I did get it. Carlisle was the soul and Esme was the heart of the family. She cared for every one of us and she truly did trust me… so why can't I trust myself sometimes? But I guess I have to learn too, right? The answer is obvious… yes… for Bella.

I said thank you to Esme for her concern, and left without another word. I could still hear her mental worries as I left… and that would have been my only worry for the night… if not for Alice.

Edward?

"What, Alice?" I asked aloud.

"Tomorrow is the day we're going right?"

Tomorrow… "Yes, Alice." I said hesitantly.

I get to talk to her? She asked happily.

I sighed. "Yes… Alice."

She smiled, but quickly frowned. Do you promise?"

I sighed again, but gave her what she wanted. She's helped me a lot in my existence… I guess I owe her this.

"Sure, Alice… I promise you that you can at least introduce yourself tomorrow to Bella."

She smiled wider and squealed like a fan girl.

"Finally!!" she said.

I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm.

I went to the front door and ran to Bella's. They'd be gone by now and she would be asleep. I wonder if she would sleep soundly tonight.

I got to her house and routinely jumped up to her window to climb easily.

She had her mouth slightly open and was breathing deeply.

I should not keep looking at her mouth. This is an argument I've been having with myself ever since I realized she really liked me. But I love her, so it's different because she could never love me as much as I love her. In fact, she doesn't even love me… she's never said it, so it's not a possibility.

"Edward," she sighed.

I smiled. She really does dream of me every day… this makes my dead heart fill with happiness.

"I… I… love you," she whispered.

What?

Did she just say what I think she said?

"I love you, Edward,"

She loves me? I thought it was just a crush. But apparently she really does love me.

Are you happy now, Edward?? I asked myself. Look what you did to her! She loves a vampire!

Well at least I know how she really feels about me. I looked at her and smiled… I know this is wrong… but I'm so happy she loves me back. She cares for me. So I'm going to do everything to not be a monster. I will be right for her. If she loves, cares, and trusts me that much… then I'll be right for her.

I looked at her asleep. She smiled and whispered my name one more time.

I sat back and let my heart fill my whole body with joy.

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