So, here it is!! The first chapter to the Sequel of Fatal Attraction, which is called Lethal Venom(as you should already know). And I know that I said that there was a poll up on my profile about the stories and which one I should start first, but I just figured I'd write this one first since I just can't wait! And I know a lot of you can't either! The poll is still up but it only has two choices now!
If you didn't read Fatal Attraction, you wouldn't understand this! So, I recommend you read it!
This story is in Edward's Point of View. And it is after Bella had her 18th Birthday, it is sometime in June the next year.
The picture of the Engagement ring is on my profile. It is the same exact one that is the replica some company or whatever is making!!
Disclaimer: All characters and the Twilight Saga belong to Stephenie Meyer. I do not own any songs in this story. Also, I do not own the Engagement ring.
Chapter 1
Wake Up – Coheed And Cambria
I'm going to ride this plane out of your life again.
I wish that I could stay but you argue.
More than this I wish you could've seen my face
In backseat staring out the window.
I'll do anything for you,
Kill anyone for you.
So leave yourself intact
'Cause I will be coming back.
In a phrase to cut these lips,
I love you.
The morning will come
In the press of every kiss
With your head upon my chest
Where I will annoy you
With every waking breath
Until you decide to wake up.
I've earned through hope and faith
The curves around your face
That I'm the one you'll hold forever.
If morning never comes for either one of us,
Then this I pray to you wherever.
I'll do anything for you.
This story is for you.
('Cause I'd do anything you want me to... for you.)
I'll do anything for you,
Kill anyone for you.
So leave yourself intact
'Cause I won't be coming back.
In a phrase to cut these lips,
I loved you.
The morning will come
In the press of every kiss
With your head upon my chest
Where I will annoy you
With every waking breath
Until you decide to wake up.
The morning will come
In the press of every kiss
With your head upon my chest
Where I will annoy you
With every waking breath
'Til you decide to wake up.
Playing with the tepid, delicate-looking hand of my own personal Venus, I admired her as she slept on our bed. Bella was curled up against my chest while we both were covered with a bistre-colored blanket. One of her hands was above my head—she had been running her hand through my already chaotic hair until she fell asleep—and the other hand was resting on my stomach while it moved up and down from when I inhaled and exhaled her distinctive scent. One of my pale arms was twined around her small waist with my hand resting on her curvy hip. The other was laying beside myself on the opposite side of Bella, and my hand was holding hers on my stomach.
Yearning to get prepared for what I was going to do when she awoke, I slipped my hand out of hers quickly but as to not wake her just yet. Carefully, I attempted to slide out of her grasp.
She whimpered and held me tighter around my waist as I sighed, "Love, I'm just going to cook you some breakfast. I'll be back, I promise. Sleep some more, my Bella."
"Mhm...," she hummed, doubtlessly too tired to complain causing me to chuckle softly at how adorable she was. Her grip on me loosened just a little bit, but it was enough to escape her seize on me.
As I whisked over to my music shelve, I pulled Bella's—newly written, recorded and not heard by Bella yet—Lullaby out of the row, and I then walked swiftly out my bedroom door, still hearing the soft, cute snores of My Passion.
Darting down the stairs and into the kitchen, I patted my pocket to make sure the tiny case was still there. As soon as I was inside the kitchen, I set down Bella's Lullaby and opened the refrigerator, pulling out the white eggs, milk, butter, strawberries,—which I know is one of Bella's favorite foods—and whip cream.
Then I got out the pancake mix and began mixing it in an azul blue bowl that Esme had bought when Bella had started living here.
When done compounding all the mix, and making sure there was not any lumps,—I always wanted the best for Bella, even if I was not the best companion she could have—I went ahead and started cooking them on the black, electrical stove.
Concentrating on listening to any of my families minds, I heard nothing but silence. It was bizarre and very seldom, especially for me, that I ever had complete peace, except when Bella and I were alone. Always hearing thoughts that did not belong to you, everyday for the rest of your imperishable life, it was formidable and more irritating than when Emmet plays with his food before actually attacking it. Nevertheless, I welcomed the muteness and praised Alice silently, knowing that this was all her spectacular doing.
While the pancakes were cooking, I feebly reached into my pocket and pulled out the pocket-sized black velvet box. I'm not discouraged when I look at this box and think about how long Bella and I have been together. I'm not concerned or edgy when I think about how everything will play out once I pull out this box and ask Bella the question.
The only the thing that enters my mind, heart and body is excitement. Excitement about when I ask her. Excitement for when she accepts. Excitement that she will walk everywhere and all of the people in the world will know who she belongs to. Know who proposed to her, the most beautiful woman in the world, and with the most beautiful ring in the world, that will rest on her left ring finger for today and all of the rest of her life.
I opened the case gingerly, and looked at the white gold ring with sparkling diamonds embedded inside of it. My human mother had once worn this ring, all until she passed away from the Spanish Influenza in Chicago. And now, my light, my one and only love, my Bella, will wear this ring, and then, my heart will just about burst from happiness as I wait at the end of the aisle and watch her walk down it with a magnificent wedding dress on.
Closing the box, I then stuffed it back into my jean pocket and continued to make Bella's breakfast.
Soon enough, the breakfast was done with it put on an expensive-looking white plate, then the plate was on a bed tray. The pancakes—which I found repulsive as along with all human foods—were covered in whip cream, strawberries, and syrup with butter in a bowl to the side. Her drinks—the venom, which I'm not sure why that vile Damon has not stopped sending it yet, and milk—were also to the side of the plate. The forks and butter knives were in place.
On my way up to the bedroom, I grabbed the disk of Bella's Lullaby off the counter and held it in one hand while the other was at the bottom of the food tray, holding it in place.
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---J