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Diamond
And so she came
With diamonds in her eyes
Wings spread open
Searching through the night
Preface
Death. From the second I stepped foot in forks, it was after me. And no matter how fast I ran, there was always an obstacle to trip over. It was only a matter of time before one knocked me down and I could get back onto my feet.
Chapter 1
My legs have never been my friends. Nor have my arms. My balance definitely wasn't my friend. In formal words, I was what you would call a clutz. But that wasn't going to stop me from exploring the beauty of my new home. When I arrived at Charlie's house, the nature trail that weaved through the glimmering forest called my name. Although walking on just flat land proved trouble for me. I never turned down a stroll through nature. They had some magic property that brought a calm upon me. But it wasn't my decision, it was as if the trail was dragging me towards it, and I couldn't refuse. Luckily, the rare sunlight of the day would allow it. I didn't bother with a jacket. Something I knew I would regret later.
I watched my every step carefully as I maneuvered through the maze of moist roots that broke through the soft soil. The forest was beautiful, like nothing I've ever seen before. Bright green moss clung to everything it could get it's hands on, and in the few sun beams that peered through the canopy, the forest seemed to sparkle.
This was the magic I spoke of. This sparkle just broke through every wall of stress I had built in me. All my nerves from the move just vanished. Something I couldn't quite explain. Never had I found something as calming as a nature walk. Or rather, nothing but nature walks calmed me down. I closed my eyes, letting the mysteries of the forest consume me. The scent kissed my nose, a mixture of the small blossoms that sprinkled the moss and the dew of yesterday's rain. There was something else to, but I just couldn't but my finger on it. I sighed and opened my eyes.
My eyes lingered on the petite nooks and crannies where small creatures found home. Their petite voices created what seemed like a lullaby to me. I once again closed my eyes to listen. It was as if this forest was enchanted. All my thoughts left me, the song carrying them away. I was left alone with forest. No thoughts to interfere. No phone to break the magic. It was all too perfect. I smiled. Normally if I were in my right mind, I would be worried. Something being too perfect was a clear sign for disaster. But, of course, I had forgotten all my worries. So any premonition of danger was long gone. My sense of self-preservation was the only sense that I had lost. Nature seemed to stop time. I could loose myself for days in it if it weren't for the outside world.
I sighed. The soft coos of the forest were fading. Civilization was near. I opened my eyes. I could see the end of the trail. It wasn't long before all my troubles would catch up with me. I trudged along. I didn't want this serenity to end. No. If I had my choice, it would never end. I closed my eyes, trying to cherish the moment only to find myself stumbling over a protruding root. My body didn't meet the hard concrete as I expected since the forest was now pure silence. No more animals. Instead, I was met with a rain soaked cushion of what felt like grass. I opened my eyes.
I found myself in a meadows, any hints of the outside world non-existent, which was weird since all the animals were gone. Normally, a field like this should hold a vast number of creatures. It should be a prime grazing plane. Was something wrong with it? I looked around. Small purple and yellow blossoms intertwined with the grass. Yesterday's dew sparkled in the sun. The entire picture was perfect. I couldn't find one thing wrong with it. That was when I laid eyes on him.
He was standing a few yards away just close enough that I could make out just about every detail of his face. I gulped. The sun was hitting him in such a way that his skin glistened like diamonds. It was gorgeous. His brown hair was tousled, fitting his face perfectly. His skin was a pale white, almost silver behind the shine. And his face. His face was beyond perfect. And his eyes, they were a gorgeous midnight black, but something wasn't right about them. Like they hungered for something. Like they weren't human. Still, they consumed me. I gasped, his eyes finding mine.
He grinned, raising his chin to the air, seeming to sniff it. He growled. I gulped. What was he? He bolted towards me, or I assumed so because in the blink of an eye he was right in front of me. He growled once again, bringing his nose to my neck. I tried to scream, but I wasn't scared. I just couldn't move. I was so dazzled by his appearance; his actions didn't even truly register with me.
"I really shouldn't let you live," he whispered in my ear, licking the edge. I shivered. His voice was electric if that was possible, but at the same time a god's gift.
"And why is that?" I coughed out. His eyes met mine, hungry, but what did they hunger for? They couldn't hunger for me, could they? I mean I was so plain, so ordinary, and he… he was a god, appearance wise that was.
"Aren't you scared?" He hissed, pushing me against a tree. His expression was confused, like he didn't know what he was after that or he was fighting with myself.
"What are you?" was all I could say. He snarled, pressing harder against me. He didn't even have his entire body weight on me, but I still couldn't move. His mouth rested on my neck.
"You didn't answer my question! I'm hungry I warn you," he barked. I shivered. Even though his words were harsh and everything about him screamed fear, I wasn't afraid. His breath on the nape of my neck only gave me goose-bumps, and not the bad kind.
"No, now tell me. What are you?" I hissed back. He pulled back, staring me in the eye.
"You don't know how lucky you are," he snickered. What did he mean how lucky I was? What didn't I know? I gulped. "Ready?" I looked up at him. Ready for what? He jerked me onto his back and started running.
"Let me go!" I screamed, not out of fear but out of a feeling I couldn't quite put a name to. "I don't even know your name!" He chuckled and came to an abrupt halt. We were in the middle of a less glamorous forest, the small town nowhere in sight. I couldn't even see the meadow. How far had we gone? It didn't bother me that I didn't know where I was though. No. How could it? His scent was an anesthetic to my fear. It filled me with a basket of emotions though, causing my heart to race. Mostly though, I was curious. He fueled question after question. Questions I was desperate to ask. Starting with his name.
"Forgive my rudeness," it seemed he could barely speak, his works dry, cold and choppy. "I'm Edward Cullen. And yours?"
"Bella," It wasn't that I didn't want to disclose my last name, but his intoxicating scent suddenly tickling my nose was all I could think about. I gulped. I still had questions. "Where are you taking me?" I managed to cough another question out.
"Answers," with that he bolted off once again, leaving me speechless. At least I would get my answers. My curiosity that was now brimming would be calmed, but would that mean death? The wind coursing past us dragged my one of a kind anesthetic away, leaving me to my worries. I tried not to think of what might happen after I got my answers, but without his scent, it was useless. Death was my main concern. He was stronger than the average human. If he held to tight, I knew by some odd way he could easily break me. "Scared yet?"
I couldn't think of an answer, his sweet scent breaking through the wind barrier and playing with my thoughts. I pressed my lips together, eyes closed. I had to find a way to talk. He'd think I was weird if I didn't.
"No, not yet," I stuttered, inhaling his sweetness once again. "Just a bit, uh, dazzled," I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks. He looked back at me, an eyebrow quirked. My cheeks got hotter. He was an angel without wings, or maybe they were invisible with the way he moved and all. Good or bad, it didn't matter. Just an angel. I closed my eyes a couple fantasies passing through my broken thoughts. His piercing cold skin against my steamy hot body. God, would that be amazing. I quickly snapped myself out of it. I couldn't let myself fall into such fantasies. I didn't know who he was, let alone what his was, so how could I even dream such things.
"How far?" I gulped, another wave of anxiety hitting me. Suddenly I was aware of the time, probably because once again the air was hauling his scent away. I was aware of how Charlie might worry if I was away for too long. All I could see was coming home to a mob of policeman searching for me. That worry though lasted only a split second as his scent once again found its way through the speeding air.
"Don't worry. I'll get you home in time for dinner. Just a few more miles," he answered me in a soft, almost caring tone. Something I wasn't expecting after his last response.
"You better or my dad will kill you!" I managed to get a joke out, or at least what my morphed thoughts thought was a joke. He didn't laugh. I sighed. "He's a cop you know." He chuckled.
"I'm not afraid," I rolled my eyes, still I knew he wasn't lying just from the tone of his voice. He was a mystery that I couldn't figure out. He obviously thought of himself as scary, yet I couldn't find one reason to fear him. Maybe it was just his scent's effect talking. Maybe that was why I didn't fear him. Still it pestered me that he thought that of himself. Definitely one of the questions I was sure to ask him. And hopefully he would be willing to answer. Though I had a feeling he wasn't going to be too eager to answer them. That was if he even did.
As the wind blew his scent away, I began to list off my question in my head: What was he? Why did he think of himself as scary? Why did he sparkle? Where was I? Those and a billion other questions made up my list.
I once again tried to shake the mixture of curiosity and anxiety off. How I craved to let his scent anesthetize them, but the wind just wouldn't allow it. His scent was no match for the speeding element, unfortunately. Only when he spoke did the scent light my nose, and I was able to find peace.
"Talk to me," the words left my lips without though. I blushed. I wasn't usually this bold.
"We'll have time to talk when we get there," he growled. I inhaled deeply, soaking up the anesthetic like a sponge soaks up water. "I have to focus." His hold became tighter. I scowled. What was he focusing on? It couldn't be me, could it? No. He was probably focusing on not hitting the trees. I sighed. I suddenly craved it was me. I wanted to be the frustration that licked his every word. I wanted to be his world. I shuddered. Why did I want him to focus solely on me? It wasn't as if I should matter to him. I was just a girl who happened to see him sparkle. I lay my head on his shoulder, finally giving up on thinking. I'd just have to wait till we got to wherever we were going. I just hoped it wouldn't be much longer.