Not Even an Enternity
A semi-erotic fan fiction by Miranda Thompson (HeartEdwardCullen) and co-authored by Marian Hillebrand
Where is Rosalie? I wondered to myself. I hadn't seen my sweet angel since this morning before we left for Bella's graduation. Now that I think about it, something has seemed off ever since I told her that I couldn't go hunting with her today on account of the big event.
"Edward, can you hear any of Rosalie's thoughts? Is she nearby?" I asked my brother. He paused, then shook his head.
"I know where she is!" Alice chimed in. "Earlier I had a vision that she was down by the river, but I didn't think it was worth mentioning."
Without a response I dashed out the door to find my love. The last time she went down to the river by herself was when Edward brought Bella over to the house for the first time.
As I ran through the woods everything was a blur. I ran through two fallen logs with my incredible strength without even thinking about it. All I could think about was how upset my sweet angel must be.
And how did I miss it? Of course she would be upset about Bella's graduation- another human event that Bella was taking for granted. Sometimes I really do wish that my vampire power had been intelligence instead of incredible strength.
I found her there sitting on a rock staring at the water, but it seemed that she was staring past it; she didn't hear me approaching. Even in sadness and with eyes that craved tears, my darling Rosalie was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen in my life- human and vampire. Quietly, I took a seat next to her.
"Babe, what's on your mind?" I asked, putting my arm around her.
"Some days it just hurts worse than others," she whispered.
"You couldn't stand to be around Bella today, could you?"
"I wish more than anything that I could be experiencing what she's experiencing- and she will never appreciate that," she said. She would be sobbing if her dead heart would let her. "On days like this, you're the only thing that makes this cold, dammed existence bearable."
This was one of those moments that needed no words, just my cold arm around her equally cold, lifeless body. Everyone else only saw Rosalie as the hostile sister with intimidatingly good looks. But she is so much more than that to me. She is my guiding light in this eternal life of damnation. I squeezed her even closer to me and kissed her on the top of her head. I went in to kiss her again, but she interrupted me with her lips. She kissed me long and softly. This kiss was different from our typical aggressively passionate kisses with one of us shoved against a wall. This kiss held emotions more than just burning desire- this kiss held everything that connected us, this kiss was the emulation of our love.
Her soft kiss turned into more and more. Those kisses turned into her hands in my hair and my fingers tracing the arch of her back. Those touches turned into me laying her back onto the rock so I could feel her perfect body against mine. Our bodies pressed against each other wanting more, never satisfied. Our kisses traveled all over each other's bodies and each was soft and told the story of our love. With each touch our souls became even more intertwined.
The world could have been crashing down around me but I wouldn't have noticed because I was falling in love with Rosalie for the hundredth time.
Everyone around me only saw me as a big goof. Just the funny guy with incredibly great biceps. But Rosalie was the only one who brought out more than that in me. In moments like these on this rock by the river, I know that not even an eternity is enough time to spend with her. She is the light that guides me in my dead existence, and without her I would be nothing but lost in the darkness of damnation.