Chapter 1 - Plans
Thick sweat dripped down Edward's face as he hovered over the curves of Bella's pale skin.
"Here?" he asked huskily, sliding a finger over her breast.
She nodded, unable to form words. His lips pressed against her, leaving a trail of saliva that burned her to the core. It was a heated feeling, the kind that scorched her in the most delicate places.
"And here?" Edward's fingertips grazed downward, touching her skin across mountains and slopes that were made only for him. He loved watching his wife's reaction, enjoyed seeing her tremble on the soft, Egyptian sheets.
He reached for her smooth centre, sliding fingers in between her folds. She grasped his disheveled hair and moaned, a sound that drove him to the brink of insanity. There was nothing else like it, hearing her whimper for only him.
Her chest heaved up and down, struggling to breathe when he had in fact, already taken all of her. Fingers glided inward and strands of her brunette curls spread around their pillow.
She cried out, screaming his name that travelled far in the sky above. He loved every second of it, almost as much as he loved her. But their affection for one another had no boundaries. It ran through the brink of time and to the outers of the universe. It could not be measured in any way, shape, or form.
Bella arched her hips, riding out her orgasm until Edward kissed her full, swollen lips. She sat up, kissing him back eagerly as she wrapped her arms around him.
"I love you," she gasped out. Edward laughed, his wet fingers clenching the skin on her back.
"Is that my thank you?" he smirked, his yellow eyes shining.
"Shut up!" Bella giggled, slapping his broaden, pale chest. She couldn't resist running her fingertips over his strong jaw. "I mean it, you know."
Edward knew. He had known it since the day he met her in school. He had known it when they graduated together. He had known it when they were married and when they conceived their beautiful daughter, Renesmee.
"I love you, too. Forever?" He had to ask. He had to know if their type of love endured decades that others couldn't even imagine.
Bella hummed, breathing in his scent. "Forever."
It was a promise meant to withstand the test of time.
But Bella Cullen was liar and when the truth came out, it broke them both in half.
"YOU PROMISED…"
Edward's stale heart tightened in his chest, and if it could, it would squeeze, twist, and pound erratically. Bella stared back, her yellow doe-like eyes gazing as if nothing in their world was about to change.
She lied to him, after all of this time, her betrayal was right in his face.
"I did." She was barely able to breathe, her words cut off by a lack of oxygen. "I meant it, Edward. Forever."
The sickening sound of bones being broken caused him to clench his eyes shut and then reopen.
"NOOOOO!" He fought to move, to fight, to do anything, but he was restrained to two sets of arms that were stronger than he was. He watched helplessly as Bella's life was taken away from her, stolen by a creature who snapped her neck from her body.
He fell to his knees and in that second, his love and his life were ripped away from him too.
Four years later...
Gone.
They took his reason for living, for breathing, for existing.
In this spiral called life, Edward Cullen managed to endure for one purpose and one purpose only: his Bella.
As the new morning broke over the ever-foreboding horizon of his new territory, high above the valley. Edward swallowed deeply, another ice cold tear ran down his right cheek. Just the thought of his past caused his breath to hitch.
He remembered the night like it was yesterday, but was in fact four human years ago when he and Bella had gone out to hunt. Tucked into their rich stag meal, they were taken by surprise. Newborns. They were strong and fierce, quick on their human feet. He remembered her scream as they dragged her from that carcass. "YOU PROMISED!" he had cried, struggling against the arms now gripping his own. But it was pointless ... her head was pulled from her flailing torso. Why? Why hadn't Alice seen this vision? Why had they chosen Bella? What was she to them? Why not him? Surely he was more of a threat?
He remembered their cackling laughs as they sped off into the deep forest, leaving him alone with only her stone-severed head and her lifeless body tossed to the cold, wet ground. He remembered sinking to her side and scooping her up, bringing her in close to smell her scent.
The pain that cut through his cavity at that moment can only be compared to the one he had experienced when Carlisle had changed him, when the molten venom had torn through his insides. leaving nothing but empty chasms and a solid, cold, motionless heart.
He was now as broken as his heart.
He and his family had moved out of Forks soon after the Volturi revolt as his and Bella's precious daughter Renesmee's growth had to remain unknown, they relocated to a small town called Grangefield, and despite the last minute move, Carlisle got a job at a medical centre there soon after arriving. School for Edward, Bella, Alice, Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett seemed pointless as it wouldn't be believable having a daughter as old as Renesmee looked.
Billy Black and his son Jacob relocated there soon after too. Jacob had been insistant to the Wolf Pack that he needed to be close to Renesmee, and of course the pack couldn't be with out him. He was too strong a member to spare.
To help Carlisle bring in money, the family pitched in by starting up a boat hire company named 'Cullens'. It was build next to the river on the outskirts of town. They had four cruisers that people hired out to go out on. It was hard work, but when they all pitched in things took off well.
Over time, Renesmee grew up swiftly and as she entered her Seventh Year she moved into the small cottage Jacob had been living in with his father. Billy had died of a throat cancer six months previous, and his tragic suffering end tormented Jacob at night weeping just like a child, for his father. He would be glad of the company, it would take his mind off of not having him around anymore.
This enividably led to much annoyance from Edward of course. He still found it frustrating that even though Renesmee looked 16, she was and would always be his baby girl. But as Bella had wisely once said, they were all certain she would be safe with Jacob around.
It was in that same year Renesmee lost her mother and Jacob had lost his best friend. Together, they held each other up, like crutches.
Their cottage was situated close to the Cullens as she wanted to be there for her father in his grief. Jacob remained in his Pack, dutifully, however, everyday he yearned to become Alfa. He knew Sam wouldn't last forever and as soon as he would be given the chance, he would take it, ensuring the Packs long term livelihood.
The treaty between the Pack and the Cullens had now become null and void as all knew they worked well together in keeping the newborn clans at bay.
But now as we know, for Edwards beautiful Bella, it was much too late.
He had failed her ... he failed in protecting her from harm.
He had failed himself.
His daughters soft voice snapped back into his present. Back on top of that cliff, the sun now full and rising, causing its reflection to ripple on the vast horizon.
"Dad?" Renesmee tapped his shoulder, and his heart melted at the sight of her. With pained eyes, he turned and greeted his daughter with a false smile, wiping away his tears.
"Hey, Beautiful! What you doing here?"
"Ah, you know," she shrugged, "I was just passing."
She tenderly wrapped her arms around her father's waist and embraced him into a hug.
"Is Jacob with you?" He held her close, as if to threaten the rest of the world with his unshakeable love. No one would harm her ... ever.
"Yeah, he's back at the house with grandma." She pulled back just enough she looked up into Edward's eyes, feeling his pain once again. "Dad, they said you've been gone all night. I came to check if you were okay?"
"I'm all right, Beautiful ... I ..." He failed to finish his sentence. Bella's image flashed in his mind, torturing him to his very core.
"I know…" Renesmee's voice caught in her throat. "We miss her too. But Dad, you have to stop blaming yourself! It wasn't your fault!"
"I failed her!" Edward exclaimed, grasping at the edges of his disheveled hair. "It was my job to keep her safe ... MY JOB!"
He turned away to the face the spearing sky, and it was if it was a reflection of his inner burning turmoil. He felt the rage build inside him, frenzied layer upon frenzied layer.
"They won't get away with it Dad." Renesmee struggled to find the words to comfort her father. "Jacob has news that will help us. Come home Dad ... please?" Renesmee looked painfully at his back and touched him softly on the shoulder.
"It's been four years," Edward reminded her.
"Four years is long enough," she told him wistfully. She needed her father back, her family.
Edward finally turned around and took her outstretched hand. Together they walked home.
"Hey bloodsucker!" greeted Jacob. Jacob had a good-humored nature about him and broke through Edwards painful memories with his loud, boisterous tone.
"Jacob." Edward nodded politely, pulling himself together.
"We came across newborns south of the forest during the evening. They were fast but we managed to follow the scent to an old school building by the river. I think it's worth a look."
"Then let's move! What are we waiting for?" Edward's eagerness was stopped in its tracks by Carlisle who tried to be the voice of reason.
"Edward! Wait!" He said, holding out his hands. "We need to talk this out. They are stronger remember?"
"I want to do this now!" Words escaped with a growl as the anger shone through Edward's jet black eyes.
Esme laid a tender hand on Edward's arm. "Not in the light of day. We hunt tonight." She turned to Jacob, continuing. "Check this place out again from a distance and we will all leave here at midnight!" Edward nodded. Esme had always been the head of reason.
Jacob spoke first. "Renesmee can stay with Leah." He knew without a shadow of a doubt that his girl would be protected by Leah. Leah understood the worth of Renesmee, and she was willing to pay the cost.
Renesmee had long ago given up on trying to join hunts. She knew that it would upset her father and Jacob was far too possessive to allow it. With a nod, she clung to Jacob's arm, knowing just how dangerous this would be.
But for Edward, it was a risk he was willing to take.
A/N: Hi, my first proper FanFiction that I've rewritten just to make it perfect for you! I've dabbled on other sites but this one I hear is the best. Struggling to get comments, I turn to you readers. I hope you are forgiving bunch, but all the same I am very proud of my first attempt. I hope you like them too.
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I am from the U.K and I'm a massive Twilight/Rob fan, married, with 2 children. I live in a huge fantasy world where one day my knight in shinning leather clad biker gear will whisk me away into the sunset.
My promise to you all is to update when I can... I have lots already written for this story but my lovely Beta and I have to go through it all together, to make finishing touches.
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