Disclaimer: I own nothing that you recognize, all of the characters in the Twilight universe belong solely to the amazing Stephenie Meyer.
Author's Note: OK everyone...This is my very first fanfiction. I appreciate any advice/constructive criticism, all review are cherished ;-) . I will not tolerate flames, however. So there. Enjoy! -Lady Magdalene
Prologue
It was dark.
Not the kind of darkness that occurred when you turned off the lights and shoved your head under the pillows. This darkness…encompassed everything and nothing at all at the same time. It wasn't normal, or sane, or logical….
It wasn't human. But then, neither was I. Not anymore.
A few days Previous
Chapter 1
Trying to convey to your mother that you would be marrying and then leaving was not a simple task to do. I figured if I gave her a bit of a warning via email it might lessen the chance of her having a coronary. My hands shook as I pressed the keys, my impending marriage rattling my whole system. Finished, I shut the computer off hurriedly and stood. I felt as thought the farther away I was from the computer, the slower the email would be sent.
It wasn't as though I didn't want marriage…just that I would have preferred to wait a few years. But now that it was in Alice's hands…well, let's just say that my preference doesn't really factor in to the equation.
Sighing, I grabbed my bathroom bag and had my human moments. It was hard thinking that these would be some of my last.
Walking back to my room, I wasn't surprised to see him there. Edward, my fiancé, was leaning casually against my desk, staring at me as though I was the only person in the world. I probably looked at him the same way.
His face, every time I saw him, never failed to take my breath away, literally. It looked sculpted, the pale, white skin, unmarred and his features perfectly symmetrical. Then there were his eyes. Shot through with topaz, they stared right at me, right through me, as I continued to bask in his presence.
Faster than I could blink, he was in front of me, cradling my face in his hands. "I love you so very much" he breathed, as he leaned his face towards mine, his breath washing over me, stealing my ability to breathe, or think, or respond in any way other than to bring my face closer to his.
My sorrow on leaving, my nerves about my family and leaving everything I knew, disappeared in a flash. All I could think of, all that I knew, my very soul—was kissing Edward. His marble lips brushed mine, caressing them gently, massaging away my fears with his godlike beauty. His arms wrapped around me tenderly as he broke the kiss, leaning his perfect forehead against mine.
For all of his denials about his inability to read my thoughts, he still seemed to know exactly what I needed. Which was him.
Forever.
To Be Continued
