Disclaimer: The Characters belong to Mrs. Meyers.
Summary: She remembers a sweet boy in the hospital bed. He remembers the angelic face that haunts his last human memories. Over a century later, they finally meet.
A twist on the original story, and a very different look at Bella.
This idea has been floating around my head for a while now, and I have finally gotten the fleshed out, enjoy!
Blood.
In the beginning, I remember the blood, the fear, and unyielding pain that went along with it. I remember the horse feel in my throat tangled with the sound of my screams, and the stench of rust and iron.
Most of all, I remember being alone.
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He was a beautiful dying boy. The fever took him, wreaking havoc on his youthful body, his matted hair, dull emerald eyes, ones that closed more than they opened towards the end.
It was only a glance, a few moments, but his sigh, his temporary peace from thrashing about with only the touch of my hand, it meant more to me than anything in my broken world. Surely a monster couldn't do something like this for another being?
Perhaps I wasn't the demon I'd come been made from. Maybe, there was hope, after all.
The good doctor did it, his scent was all over the hospital, and this room. He'd been in and out, the trails no more than a couple hours difference in age.
His eyes fluttered open, and they bore into mine, vibrant, alive.
"I'm Edward." He breathed out his name, tilting his face in towards my hand, while he spoke.
Edward, such a fitting name.
Of course, I'd had some idea of the Masen family.
He, however, knew nothing about me.
I ran my hand through his hair, smiling at his obvious comfort in my cool touch, a welcomed comfort in the height of his fever. It was such a peace, one I was tempted to keep, somehow. I wanted to help this boy, I could smell the sickness, his body was succumbing, his already pale skin, was now greyish. The sweat beading on his forehead smelled faint, nowhere near as potent as a healthy young man's should.
I sighed, stilling my movements. I was on the brink, and it was a dangerously steep fall, one that brought me too close to my sire.
I could not steal him away, I couldn't drink from him, and leave him in agony to turn, I couldn't rip him from everything he'd ever known, and then once he awoke, deliver the last blow.
He would never again be a part of his world.
Forever on the outskirts, in the dark, silent, unmoving, and unwavering.
"Your name?"
I looked down, startled at the strength in his voice, but those eyes, again they caught my own. He was staring, hopeful.
Perhaps, this, I could give him.
A friend, in these last moments of conscious thought. A smile to leave with.
Something that wasn't given to me.
I ran my hand through his hair again, and my smile, it was for him, and his happy sigh.
"I'm Bella."
-Their first meeting happens much earlier now, and Bella isn't at all the sheltered human girl.
As always, I'd love to hear your thoughts.