AN I'm SO excited about this story. Dean and Bella are totally made for each other, and I can't wait to see where this story goes! Please R&R!
In two weeks, all of my dreams were going to come true. I loved Edward more than I could ever imagine loving someone; as if he was the icy fire I craved more than life itself and needed to survive. Still, even that was not enough to fill the aching hole in my heart that threatened to consume me from within. I was beginning to have doubts.
Even though it was June, it was raining again, a solid curtain of doom that shrouded the house like cobwebs—sticky, unbreakable and deadly. It matched the gray emptiness inside me.
Charlie was gone when I woke up on Saturday, and he'd left a note to say he would be at the police station. He had been working a lot recently. He had said something about there being a lot of strange deaths, but I had been worried about my upcoming wedding and my attention was elsewhere, focused on Edward's angelic face and Adonis body, and the terrifying unknown that stretched before us like a Stygian abyss.
Today, Edward was on one of his hunting trips, and I was bored. I tried to read, but even "Jane Eyre" could not hold my interest while my insides writhed like a seething pit of newly awakened rattlesnakes.
I decided to take Charlie a sandwich for lunch.
My truck's engine stuttered as I pulled into the parking lot behind the police station, and I banged my hand against the dash. I hated this truck.
The parking lot was almost full, and there was only one spot close. The car next to mine was long and black, and when I saw it, my heart began to beat faster. For a second I forgot to breathe. No, it couldn't be. The thought that it might be true made my head light, and my already pounding heart stutter to a stop. It can't be. Not after all this time.
Charlie was standing by the coffee machine, deep in conversation with two tall, suit-wearing men. The shorter of the two men turned to look at me, and I knew him. His name caught in my throat, trying to tear itself free like a small bird trapped in a cage, its wings fluttering uselessly against the bars.
There was shock written across his face, burned into the crease of his forehead, inscribed in the beautiful sea-green globes of his eyes, which glowed just as brightly as I remembered them. Dean.
"Bella?" There was something like wonder there too.
"What?" the other man, the taller one, asked. There was none of the openness I saw in Dean face in his.
"Y'all know each other?" Charlie said, looking at my beloved Dean.
"Yeah," Dean said, his voice a somber baritone filled with promises and dark chocolate. "Yeah, we do."
AN2 So what do you think? Should I post more?