Quick A/N everyone:
This is my first Fanfic story. But not my first ever story. It is quite unlike writing anything else! So please be patient with me!! The spelling, grammar, structure etc is very rocky I know. Im working on it! i wrote this very very very late at night and thought i would publish it before i lose it.
I really need a beta because after a while of checking it, it all starts to look the same and i have trouble distinguishing errors. Also my use of commas is pathetic, you would never guess that i do English Lang-Lit. So if there are any betas out there who are in need of a jod during this recession, you are hired!
FULL STORY SUMMARY: Carlisle is a good friend of Charlie's; they have known each other for years. Charlie has not yet met Edward because of his 'angst faze' of rebellion against Carlisle's vegetarian lifestyle and so is doing so for the first time in the opening chapter. Bella is very young that is why i tried to write it in a simplified way. When i was four i knew lots of complex words so i though hey? Why can't Bella? Because in the story she is supposed to have a love of literature, why not from a young age? There is the incident with Jasper and Edward leaves. Bella meets him again when she is seventeen. This awakens her long forgotten dreams of her mysterious bronze haired childhood friend. It is impossible that they are one and the same? Well it might be. How will Edward react to this new development? Read and find out! :D
not a oneshot by the way.
P.S ITS NOT AS BORING AS I MADE IT SOUND AND THE POV CHANGES FROM TIME TO TIME, YOUNG BELLA IN CHAP 1 TO OLDER BELLA OR EDWARD.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS, JUST THEIR NEW WORLD AND A REALLY BAD HABBIT OF OBSESSIVE USE OF POETIC DEVICES HAHA
Bella POV
I giggled. He laughed.
I ran. He raced.
I tripped. He caught me.
That was how things were.
It was perfect. Timeless.
Like my diamond necklace. Like him.
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"Ah yes, Charlie. And I believe it is my first son that you are not acquainted with, correct?"
The nine of us were gathered on the lawn, in front of the house. The sunshine streamed into my eyes as i stared at them all, trying to memorise every detail. They were each so very different, and yet completely the same.
"Step forward Edward" The blond man commands the boy with the shinny hair. As told, he strides towards Daddy. He had the strangest golden eyes that I had ever seen.
"A pleasure to meet you at last Chief Swan. Carlisle speaks very highly of you" As my father sized him up the boy's serious expression cracked into a wry smile.
Daddy laughs at something he says and they start to talk about his work. Daddy is the Super Intendant of our Town; Totnes in Devon, England.
I look around at the other six. Beautiful. All of them.
Shinny hair, golden eyes, inviting wide smiles.
I stand by Daddy. I am dutifully holding his hand, patiently waiting for him to introduce me whilst the wind on the lawn ruffles my long brown hair blowing all the leaves; brown leaves, red leaves, yellow leaves towards me, away from the strangers.
Some of the leaves are gold. Like his eyes, the boys eyes, like the eyes of his...family?
My eyes are boring in comparison. Plain brown, like the leaves.
He glances at me. I am enraptured.
I tug gently on Daddy's sleeve. I have waited patiently now for what seems like hours and am very bored.
I glance back at the others. The larger male has joined in with the talking. He is so big that i assume he must be half giant, although he doesn't seem scary at all. This confuses me.
The older woman, their mother I think, is scolding the small black haired girl who is jumping up and down like a toy I once had; when you wound the mechanism the toy bounced and flips, emitting a squeaking sound. I used to really like that toy but my dog; Scott ate it. I was very upset.
I smile at the girl thinking that she maybe would have enjoyed playing with the toy. The tall blond standing too close to her focuses on me, as if i have spoken to him and then smiles back at me smiling at the girl. But it seems forced, like he has a tummy ache but is trying to be brave.
Glancing back at Daddy I give his sleeve another giant tug and shake the hand that I am holding vigorously.
"Dad. Dad-" (I try to be subtle and quietly hiss words. But he still ignores me.) "-Dad. Dad... DADd-ey!" I loudly whisper/ whine.
I want to be introduced to the pretty bronze haired boy and his Daddy too.
He glances down at me, his face is cross looking. Nostrils flared, eyebrows knit.
"Isabella, what have I told you not to do when I am having a conversation?"
I frown, knowing that I am in trouble.
"But. But you didn't introduce me!" I felt ignored and upset and so whined in a feeble attempt to avoid the stern talking to that was surely to come later.
Daddy sighed and grimaced at the blond man who, kneeling down, gifted me with a brilliant white smile and explained that we had met before but that I would not remember it because i had been very young.
I nod and smile again for the billionth time that hour. When my Mother said if in doubt smile at someone you don't know because it will reassure you and make them feel less ill-at-ease. I took it to heart, even though i didn't understand what ill-at-ease meant. I don't think her advice was good because my mouth was starting to hurt.
"well its nice to meet you again Mr. -"
"Carlisle, you may call me Uncle Carlisle Isabella"
He went on to ask me about school and what i wanted to do when i grew up. I found it strange that he was able to kneel for such a long time as i explained that i wanted to write stories for a living but since it was not a real profession, would realistically join the navy.
This seemed to surprise him and he told me that not many four year old girls would contemplate the pragmatism of their future job options let alone have a back up plan in place in the even of failure.
He raised his eyebrows and asked me why i thought being an author was an improper ambition.
" Mr - I mean, UncleCarlisle, what is an author?"
It was at this point that i realised that the boy with the bronze hair had been frowning at me throughout the conversation. Maybe he also had a tummy ache. I smiled at him to show my compassion for his possible predicament.
It was not returned.
I enquired as to what was so funny when he laughed and told me that an author is what you call a person who writes stories.
I felt a bit silly now, but soldiered on with my (I thought solid) defence of my plans for the future.
However fifteen minuets later, we were all still standing merrily on the lawn, me holding court as i deliberated with Carlise over his suggestion that i had enough time to think about it when i was older and should not decide right now as i had not even started school yet. The wind had picked up and it was getting quite cold. I shivered so Dad lead the way to the front door, through the mass of odd shaped shrubbery surrounding the small porch. It was as I turned, that the wind ran its meddling fingers through my tousled curls blowing great gusts of my scent towards him.
That was when it happened.
The course of my whole life changed in a flash.
All i remember is the black haired girl screaming. Edward's enraged face.
I was hurled to the floor by the impact force. I blacked out.
But not before I saw his once beautiful golden eyes, pitch black now, trained on my jugular.
His lips icy on my neck.
DUN, DUN DUHHHH......WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?! READ ON TO FIND OUT! REVIEWERS GET SOME MAJOR APPRECIATION!
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