A story by AlexKaye and magnetic-rose92

Edward, Bella and the Isle Esme belong to Stephenie Meyer and we do not make any profit from this fan fiction nor are we related in any way to the Twilight series.

Retelling chapter 5 of Breaking Dawn, page 88-89, with a 3 paragraph extract

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Bella's Adventure

"What had happened to me? I couldn't make sense of the fluffy white snow that clung to my skin. I shook my head, and a cascade of white drifted out of my hair.

I pinched one soft white bit between my fingers. It was a piece of down.

"Why am I covered in feathers?" I asked, confused."

I glanced up, expecting to meet Edward yellow shimmering eyes. But instead, I saw little beady black ones. I stared into the stranger's face, unbelieving. Who was this man who I had made love to last night? I pulled my face to look at him better and perceived a giant yellow beak in the middle of his face. His skin was impossibly whiter than Edward's. Then I noticed, he didn't have skin, he had feathers, white, snowy feathers.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and my worst nightmare came to life. Edward stared us both with shock and disgust.

"Oh. My. God. "

His eyes widened, I feared they'd pop out of their sockets. His jaw practically fell to the floor.

"Bella," he said breathlessly, "HOLY SHIT, HOW COULD YOU MISTAKE ME FOR A CHICKEN?!"

Then, it all came to me. Last night, Edward had left the isle to buy new lingerie (he had destroyed the others with his furious claws). Out of the pressure of staying away so long from the love of my life, I soak pleasure in the form of a bottle. What had initially been one or two glasses of wine turned into bottles and bottles of vodka, martini, Brazilian caipirinha and cachaca, Japanese sake … I fell off the bar stool, and was helped by a kind stranger. He took me to my bed, and I remember sleeping with supposedly Edward. Now I realized I had been completely fooled.

As the memories of last night hit me like a typhoon, the chicken-man slowly got up from his place on the bed.

"Well", he said, surprising us both by the fact that chickens can actually talk, "I had fun last night. But, I should be going. I have a wife and children to feed."

He quickly strutted his way out of the room followed by Edward's and my shocked eyes. Now alone, we stared at each other in awe for what seemed like hours. Finally, my vampire soul-mate broke the silence.

"Bella," he ran his hands along his hair in a nervous gesture and sighed. My heart was thumping against my chest. Would he leave me because of my accidental betrayal? Would he refuse to look at me again? Or, more importantly, would he refuse to make me a vampire? "We. Will. Never. Talk. About. This incident. Ever again." he said, thankfully.

"So," I pushed my luck, "I'm… forgiven?" He sighed again and nodded his head slowly.

"I'm the wrong doer. I shouldn't have left you alone. I know how sad you feel when we're apart. And most importantly, I should have attended to your hormonal needs more efficiently. Your body was searching for a better companion, who doesn't hold back. I'll be better next time."

My hormones spoke for me. "Can next time be now? You just bought the lingerie!"

"Don't worry. We don't need it."

I don't need to tell the rest. Let's just say that I never looked for pleasure with anyone, or anything else other than Edward ever again.

La Fin.