Edward Cullen walked the streets of Forks sadly. He did not turn Bella into a vampire like he had promised. He just could not bear the thought of her being like him. It hurt him too much to even think about it.
So now it has been over five-hundred years since Bella's death and since he had been in Forks. So Edward and his family were starting over again. He was already missing Bella and her family. However, he knew it was the right thing to do, to let her live a full life and die. It was the nature way of things.
Alice showed up beside him with a blank face. She says to him, "It is good to be back here. Are you sure can handle being here, Edward?" He nods and says, "Yeah I can handle being here. I did not promise Bella that I would not kill myself or anything like that after her death. So I am trying to keep myself looking for a reason to exist without her."
Alice smiles some and says, "I know it is hard on you…It was a good you promised her that. We would all be very upset if you left us too. He smiles, turns and hugs Alice gently. Edward was glad to know he was loved by his family. It made things a lot easier on him.
Alice made her way to Jasper's side after saying good-bye to Edward. She had promised Jasper that they would not be out late tonight. So they were going to head home for the night. Edward on the other hand, was planning on staying out awhile to clear his mind.
Five hours later when he was finally making his way home, Edward heard a flute playing throughout the forest near his home. The sound of the music caught his attention hard. The music made him completely stop in his tracks. He could not seem to move from where he was standing.
The tune of the music was low and sad, as though the one who was playing the flue was just as sad and lonely as he was. He thinks, "I wonder who could be playing such a sad song." Edward decided to see who was playing the flute. With quiet footing, he made his way closer to the music and the person who making the song.
Edward soon saw a young about sixteen that was playing a silver flute. He looks at the girl with kind eyes. She had her eyes closed as she played her song she apparently did not hear him come anywhere near her. The girl almost had snow white hair. He could also see that it was blonde sometimes because of the minerals in the water. Edward slowly made his way closer to her.
Then the wind blew her scent into his nostrils. His eyes widened as he thought, "Her blood tempts me more than Bella's did. How is this possible? I got to get away from her." It was too late though; the girl had already opened her eyes and seen him. Edward froze where he stood still a bit wide-eyed.
The girl had the deepest blue eyes he had ever seen. She stopped playing flute and stood up slowly. She bows her head slightly and says, I'm sorry, I did not know anyone else was here. I will go now, sorry if I bothered you." Before he could say anything the girl was already disappearing into the forest and on her way home. Edward watched the girl walk off into her home nearby. He makes sure she gets inside her house before he makes his way back home.
He thinks, "I will have to tell Carlisle about this. He will know how to help me over come my desire to drink her blood."