Summary: Seven years later and Isabella Swan has come a far way from the once shy girl from Forks. Her outlandish high school experiences has made her a woman converted to the supernatural. Although all of her surroundings are nothing but mundane and her past experiences seem like a vague dream, she cannot deny the everlasting intoxication from having met with the extraordinary- the everlasting longing from having tasted lips so much sweeter than the afterlife.
A/N: I do not own Twilight, I merely own the ink of my imagination, and even that I cannot entirely take credit for. This tale is a loose cross-over with the incredible "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind", also fragmentally inspired by "Memento". (Both amazing films you should check out if you haven't already.) I have performed major brain surgery on Bella's character development, but don't worry, the characters and their exceptional love affair will essentially be the same.
Italic inquires a suppressed memory or emotion that comes back to haunt Bella's conscious in the form of a lucid dream. Can be confusing and tedious at times, for it'll take a while before Bella's able to understand and make sense of the message that her subconscious carries, but I promise the eventual climax will be more than worth the longing.
Prologue
As she stepped from the aeroplane, a fresh sensation of air came to her and filled her lungs, embraced her face. She closed her eyes for a second and then forwarded her pace amongst the multitude of fellow travellers. She felt a rejoicing force between she and her fellow travellers, for even though their journey and circumstance differed from each other, they were all there, collided to share the same destination.
She sprung to life with the spring from the aeroplane, a collision of cloud blowing toward her from every possible angle. For a moment she was startled, then the feeling became something else, something unexpected. It was not merely liberation she felt, she felt unleashed. Her mind unleashed from all of the propaganda that she was instilled with everyday- wiped away in this instant liberty, wherein she was finally able to indulge in her wanderlust from all things moral and mundane. Then she saw water, an ocean reflecting every aching thirst and drought in her heart, and all tiny fragments of her life falling and fitting into the molecules of the sea.
Then, surrendering to the chaos which surrounded her, she resumed her movement and retrieved her luggage from the checkpoint, where she met with the presence of dozens of her kind; humane and ordinary. But she could not help but feel outlandish to them, even though they were essentially the same species, built from the same bone, by the same mystery. Oftentimes she felt herself living in a reversed reality; her day to day existence seemed like a lucid dream, whereas her dreams seemed more true to her identity. She couldn't be certain though, for her memory often played tricks on her and she had difficulty with distinguishing reality from fantasy, determining truth from the lie. But she was convinced there was something more out there than her usual surroundings. There was only one thing in her life she was certain of. A pair of eyes staring at her, so inhumanly dark, expressing a hunger so bestial, was the only vivid portrait that painted her puzzled memory.