Once again, I found myself pinned against a tree at one of our hunting trips.
I chuckled as I felt Edwards lips caressing mine. Of course, I gave in almost immediately, I couldn't resist. It was kind of unfair, actually.
His lips were impatient and his hands were fierce against my back.
Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou.
The thought was almost a soft voice, whispering in my ear.
I loved the fact that I could read his mind. My shield was completely down so he knew I heard him.
''Yes, well, I do love you.'' He whispered in my ear.
His lips now started to move down my throat.
I moaned softly, and of course he heard it perfectly well.
''Now, we should go home, love.'' I managed to whisper; his lips were distracting me, ''We promised Esme to be home before Carlisle's visitors arrive.''
He rolled his eyes, but took my hand and pulled me in the direction of the pretty little house on the other side of town.
I sighed as I heard the thoughts of the girls, all my age, when they saw me and Edward walking down the street.
Wow, isn't he handsome?
That girl is way to young for him. If only he'd talk to me.
Only one girl thought of us as an adorable couple.
If I could get her to tell the others that, I would've happily done so.
I inhaled the fresh air, ignoring the burn in my throat, and sighed.
Life was good in 1973.
Well, here it was.
A few miles away was a filthy factory, that ruined just about all the air nearby.
We'd just arrive at the old house, built in 1863, and Alice was already standing on the doorstep.
They're already here! Hurry up.
Both me and Edward chuckled.
To bad, we could've stayed longer. I told him.
He looked at me questioningly.
We were late anyway.
His only response was a soft chuckle, and then he turned to meet our guests.
The two man who sad on the couch, talking to Carlisle, looked up as soon as the door closed with a load BANG.
God, they're just as damn pretty as the rest.
The other man's eyes moved down to our hands.
Also together. Weird town people.
Edwards thoughts became a little more violent.
I looked at the newcomers in the room, and saw all of their previous thoughts.
Yes, I am very, very gifted.
Edward grinned.
The man on the right, was on his feet to shake hands with Edward and me.
''How lovely to meet you both, the name is Jonathan.'' He muttered.
I knew his name; he'd used it on a peptalk to himself not so very long ago.
He other man stayed on the couch.
Rude.. I heard Alice complain,
He's just shy. I muttered through her mind. (Yes, I can place my thoughts in others)
His name is Raymund, I continued grinning internally, which means wise protector.
She laughed softly, no human could've heard.
I looked at little further in their thoughts.
Jonathan was married and had two sons.
Raymund, on the other hand, wasn't married.
The evening seemed to last forever, especially since we couldn't go anywhere, or do anything with two humans in our house.
Jasper challenged me into a game of chess, but I refused to play by the stupid, easy rules.
And, as many evening before, Edward and I ended up with a book.
As soon as the humans were gone, Jasper got his game of chess Cullen-style.
Edward was thinking of me. He always wondered about my past.
I have never told anyone about my time before the Cullen's took me in.
I made sure my shield was all up, so Edward couldn't read me, and I let the memories take me back to about 500 years ago.
My eyes closed with old pain and grief, thinking of my ''youth''.
Edward grabbed my arm. ''Are you alright?''
He sounded worried.
I'm fine, love.
Edwards face was relieved, and Rosalie, who sat next to me, smiled and patted my hand real fast.
I sighed.
This would be just the same as all the other dumb, boring nights I had when Edward and I were not aloud to leave the house.
There were still a lot of people outside.
Out of boredom I started searching for random thoughts I've heard once.
(Yes, another one to add the list; If I've every heard your thought, I can read every thought you have, ever had and it doesn't matter where you are; I can hear you everywhere!)
I hesitated and pulled up my shield before going to thoughts in South-Africa.
I knew this wasn't randomness anymore; I looked for someone.
Surprisingly; the thoughts of the one I was looking for were gone.
I started searching in an area nearby.
The inner voice hit me.
No
No, no, no!
I completely froze and my breathing sped enormously fast.
Edwards grip on my arm tightened and Rosalie took both of my hands.
I wasn't able to respond.
That voice.
No, it couldn't be.
I haven't heard that in 500 years.
I've looked for it for 500 years!
''No'' I whispered in shock.
Now I heard Edwards voice in my ear. ''Amélie! Amélie, please, say something.''
Emmett was sitting in front of me now. ''Amy, c'mon, what's going on?''
''I'm going insane.'' I managed to whisper.
''What?'' Carlisle came closer.
''Impossible..'' my voice was soft, sad.
The voice of Carter Williams had filled my head with nothing but screams of disbelief.
''Carter..'' I whispered.
Edward nearly lost it; he pulled me on his lap, my face facing his, and put both hands on my cheeks.
''Amy,'' He said, clearly, like I've just lost my mind.. Oh, right, I had. ''Who is Carter?''
I looked down, ashamed of my actions.
''I'm sorry,'' I whispered. ''It's just very impossible that I can hear him..''
''Why?'' Esme spoke the thought that was in all of their heads.
My eyes became wider. I watched my hands in horror. All of the things I've done with these hands.
''Because I killed him 500 years ago.''
Silence.
''That's okay, love.'' Edwards voice was unsure. His thoughts were focussed on Carlisle's, who's face had turned into stone. ''Almost all of us had killed a human.''
''This isn't the same,'' I snapped, impatient.
''Why not?'' His voice was hurt.
Oh, I was about to hurt him so much worse.
''We were in love.''
I couldn't look at him; I looked down.. I looked down to avoid my Edwards beautiful eyes.
I looked down to avoid my Edwards beautiful eyes, because they looked like I'd just cut them open and threw them to the ground.
I couldn't look at him because he was enormously hurt.