Hey everyone! My name is Kae (well actually, that's my initials. oh well!)
This is my first fanfic in this category, and I'm really excited.
Please review!!! Tell me if I should continue or just give it up. Okay?
Thanks!
This is set after New Moon. It's my version of what could, possibly, happen in the third book, Eclipse, by Stephenie Meyer.
I'm going after the summary of Eclipse released on her site in the Eclipse section and on the books page at Barnes and Noble's web site.
This is Eclipse's REAL summary, and what I'm going to try to base my fanfic on.
"As Seattle is ravaged by a string of mysterious killings and a malicious vampire continues her quest for revenge, Bella once again finds herself surrounded by danger. In the midst of it all, she is forced to choose between her love for Edward and her friendship with Jacob -- knowing that her decision has the potential to ignite the ageless struggle between vampire and werewolf. With her graduation quickly approaching, Bella has one more decision to make: life or death. But which is which?"
Enjoy!
Please R&R about whether it sucks or not.
Disclaimer: you know the drill. I'm not Stephenie Meyer, and I don't own these characters. Ha! I wish.
Okay. Here goes!
ONE.
Cautiously, I managed to force open my eyes into a squint, taking in the dimness of my room. It seemed overcast outside, the normal gloom of clouds in the small town Forks seeming to suppress any possible early-morning sunshine. I smiled sleepily at this secret pleasure, lips curling upwards very slowly as I rolled over, facing my window and sitting up, eyeing it for a moment to assure myself that the dark, heavy clouds were really out there. Then I glanced swiftly around my room, unwillingly hopeful. He wasn't here, though. I found myself disappointed, despite the fact that he had already told me last night that he wasn't staying over through the night. I'll pick you up before school in the morning, again. I frowned at the memory, wishing he could be here right now. I hated it when Edward wasn't near.
I sighed, kicking the tangle of soft sheets and blankets from my legs in resignation and grabbing my bag of bathroom supplies, equipped with such things too feminine for Charlie, my dad. I quickly checked that all the usual items were still jumbled inside of it, making especially sure my favorite strawberry-scented shampoo hadn't somehow mysteriously vanished since yesterday.
Quietly, I tiptoed down the hallway in an effort to not wake up Charlie any earlier than need be. Of course, it takes more effort for me to do such a thing than other, more normal people; I am, of course, a walking disaster. I managed to get into the bathroom without incident, however, and quickly raced through my morning shower routine. Hearing Charlie moving around in his room, I quickly toweled my hair and brushed it from my face, throwing on my pre-thought-out outfit that I'd put on a bathroom shelf last night.
Smoothing my shirt, I grabbed my bathroom bag and smiled brightly at Charlie in the hallway as I emerged.
"It's cloudy," he told me warningly, though he smiled back at me a little.
"Oh, well," I replied carefully, hoping I managed to look a bit melancholy at his statement. "Can't get sunshine everyday in Forks!" I joked, grinning crookedly at him. A little over a year ago I had come to Forks, Washington, leaving behind the intense sunshine of Phoenix, Arizona- and it hadn't ever been a secret that I detested this city's constant, cloudy gloom. Of course, I couldn't tell anyone that now my feelings were different, that now I felt joy at the masking clouds. The love of my life, you see, cannot come out into direct sunlight in public. Luckily, Charlie simply laughed at my reply, shaking his head as he shut the bathroom door behind him and jarring me back to reality.
I skipped happily- a dangerous activity, for me- into my room just as Edward came in through my window, a dazzling blur of pale skin and bronze hair. I clapped my hands over my mouth in surprise, but then yelled in delight, throwing myself at him. He was like living stone; my body hit his solidly, knocking the breath from my lungs even as I wound my arms tightly around his familiar neck, grinning crazily at his inhumanly gorgeous face as I looked into his warm, amber-topaz eyes.
"Are you happy to see me, my dearest, darling Bella?" He teased me, smiling back. I scowled, melodramatically.
"I resent that," I told him lightly, closing my eyes and pressing my face into the familiar hollow at the base of his pale throat. I breathed in the scent slowly, deeply. "I will always be happy to see you."
"Hm," he murmured, and I opened my eyes immediately to stare at the mischievous, curving line of his mouth. I reached out, tracing my fingers around his icy cold lips, looking at him in puzzlement. He made an effort to stop smiling, using his smoldering eyes to try and dazzle me out of questioning him. I only frowned at him, sliding my glance past his shoulder in an attempt to avoid his beautiful gaze in order to not get distracted.
"Tell me," I requested softly, pulling my light fingertips from his face, deeming myself ready to look at him again. I nearly melted in his hard, cold arms as I looked into his loving eyes, sparkling down at me. "Not fair," I whispered, but he laughed.
"No, really, I'm not hiding anything from you. I was just thinking about how beautiful and amazing you are." I felt my face warm, a bright blush rising to my cheeks quickly.
"Don't be silly," I told him softly, intensely uncomfortable. I looked up into his face, one of my favorite things to do, and sighed wistfully at his unnatural beauty.
"Bella, Bella," he murmured quietly, trailing the back of his cold fingers along my cheekbone.
"You two are going to be late," Charlie said suddenly, and I whipped around to see him standing in the doorway, his expression quietly furious that Edward was here, in my room, with me.
"Sorry," I mumbled quickly, slipping away and grabbing my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder.
"Have a good day at school, I'll see you home tonight," Charlie told me, and it sounded like there was some sort of warning in his voice. I frowned as he left, pulling out of the driveway slowly in his Chief Police car. Once we were alone, Edward immediately took my bag from me, holding one of the shoulder straps effortlessly in his hand. He smiled my favorite, crooked smile.
"Ready for school, my sweet?"
I glared up at him, but then I ruined it all by laughing. He took my hand in his free one, and I wrapped my fingers around his cold grip in satisfaction as we left the house.
It was just starting to drizzle as Edward swung sharply into the school parking lot, easing his familiar, sleek, silver Volvo into the usual parking place, next to a cherry red BMW convertible. His 'sister' Rosalie, another adoptee to the Cullen family, stepped out of it, smiling a little at me. Hesitantly, I smiled back. It was still awkward for us to be on such friendly terms, but somehow ever since she had told Edward- thinking that it was true fact- that I was dead, thus causing him to seek out the Volturi to get himself killed as well, she seemed to have moved on from ignoring me coldly. I suppose that it's an improvement.
My first class was English, with Edward. I smiled contentedly as we made our way to the small classroom, glad to be near him.
Today was the twentieth of May, two months after reuniting with Edward in Italy, struggling to save him from the immensely strong group of "ruling" vampires (if there was royalty in their race) called the Volturi. Two months since it was promised that I would join their eternal existence. I shivered, goose bumps running from my shoulders down my arms and back. Becoming a vampire was what I longed for almost more than anything in the world- it was only second to the wish that my beloved Edward would be the one to bite me.
I looked up, over to Edward sitting in the desk beside me, and it was as if he could read my mind after all, even though we and his family all knew that I was mysteriously the only mind he could not hear. He was staring back at me, his eyes darkening slightly as he frowned, a trace of sorrow flitting across his expression as I solemnly looked back at him.
"What are you thinking, Bella?" he whispered suddenly in his quiet, velvety voice. He reached out a hand to lightly finger a stray lock of my chocolate brown hair, fallen in front of my similarly colored eyes. I sighed, though I couldn't help but smile as well. It seemed to frustrate him to no end to be unable to simply know what went on in my head. I, however, was infinitely grateful to this.
"About becoming a vampire," I answered honestly, trying to keep my voice down to the barest whisper. I knew that he could hear me, but he ignored my reply. His eyes seemed to darken more, drawing my attention to the bruised looking color slightly beneath them, a noticeable- and somehow beautiful- contrast to his unnaturally pale skin. His mouth tightened into a grim line, his lips hardly moving at all as his quick, nearly silent answer flew from his mouth to sting me.
"Is that all you ever think about?" He asked, and I held my breath at the frustration and sadness in his voice. I should've lied, no matter how terrible I am at making untruths believable. So instead I sighed and slid my gaze away, trying to focus on our teacher and the lesson. I saw him lean into his seat and look away also, and my heart clenched. I wasn't going to mention my desire to be eternally damned- as he called it- again, not anymore until graduation.
Charlie wasn't home yet for another few hours, so I dropped my backpack onto the kitchen table and moved to wash my hands in the sink, pondering what to make for dinner and how to break Edward's taciturn mood. Turning around, I dried my hands on a small dish rag and watched Edward as he walked silently over to me, tracing my jaw line with one of his icy fingers.
"Alice just had a vision," he told me quietly, tilting his head to one side. My breath caught and I stiffened, staring silently up into his calm expression.
"And?" I asked curiously, my mind a flurry of thought as I tried to gauge his abstruse expression and figure out something, anything, before he told me. I looked immediately to his eyes, dark like obsidian, and his mouth, a worried line cut across his beautiful features. "The Volturi?" I gasped, reaching up to seize his hand that wandered close to my mouth, gripping the fingers tightly. Instantly, he was as still as stone, staring at me in surprise.
"No," he said immediately, "I don't think so. Why? What happened?"
"Nothing, I don't think," I said slowly. "You just looked... worried, I guess. I..." Uncertainly, I trailed off and he seemed to relax, shaking his head.
"No, no, Alice saw nothing of...them." I frowned and stepped closer, releasing his hand and bringing my fingers up to his neck, tracing patterns across the cold, white skin. My heart raced in my relief, my joy that Edward was in no danger from the fearsome group of vampires. If they were on their way, I was almost sure that I could convince Edward to bite me. And as much as I wanted that to happen, having it sprung on me so suddenly- and before graduation- was frightening.
"What, then?" I whispered.
"Victoria."