This is my first piece of fanfic for Twilight, so im begging for feedback. please review.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight or anything related to it. In fact, the only thing I do own is this ice. slurp and even its almost gone
Edward POV
The night sounds were familiar to me. After spending weeks in the south where the sun shone constantly throughout the day, I had all but embraced the stereotype of being nocturnal. Somehow, although I had come from miles away after weeks of being in a completely different climate, I could pick out similarities in the noises. The cricket's chirping, for instance, were identical to their southern counterparts. The wind blowing through trees, the sad song of a mockingbird, all joined in a unity that anyone would be envious of.
I sighed, knowing that I was so close, but at the same time so far away. From her, her thoughts, her dreams, even. At least, that was what I told myself. She had moved on by now, she had done as I had commanded, she was finished coping whereas I was still in the middle of it all. I cursed myself for being so weak as to come back here, but I knew it was futile. Nothing could change what I had already done, by leaving her, by making a promise, subsequently breaking that promise, and ending up back where it all started.
There was no chance of my being noticed, I had made sure of that. Clouds covered whatever light the moon could offer, and I was on high alert for the presence of anything human. I just had to visit this place again. I had tricked myself into thinking that by coming back here, just once, it would help me realize that it was really over by bringing back memories of the day I had left her. Really, I was gone from the instant she had gotten cut by that glass, but this was the place where I had lied, shattering whatever hope I had at having a peaceful existence. For nothing was the same, everything paled in comparison, without her by my side.
The breeze was picking up now, forming an all out gust. Then I caught it. Her scent, mingled with a saltiness that could have melted me where I stood. Because I knew, all too well, exactly how her tears affected her scent, changing it, shaping it, into something even more heartbreaking. I froze, forcing myself to remain perfectly still, knowing that if I moved it would certainly be straight to her side. I didn't care who or what had caused her sobs, but I wanted to be the one to make it all better. No, I had to banish thoughts like these. I hadn't fully broken my promise yet, but it was barely hanging on by a thread and if I let my mind wander… I shuddered at what kind of havoc I could wreak by suddenly reappearing in her life. Turning her world upside down, and for what? My own personal satisfaction? Never, I told myself. But the scent was so tempting… I had been walking while thinking, and found myself looking up at her window. How easy it would be for me to sneak in, unbeknownst to her, and watch her sleep. If I was really lucky, maybe I could hear her voice. Just one last time.
Already I was scaling the side of her home, silently sliding the window open. I left it ajar, unwilling to shut myself in. The sight before my eyes was almost unbearable, but I forced myself to look, realizing that this may be the last chance I had. Her mahogany hair, pulled back in a loose ponytail, her hands, pulling the sheets up to her chin, that glorious face that had gotten me through countless nights, her breath. No, something was wrong with the way she was breathing. It came in short, ragged breaths, like she was struggling with some invisible danger. Now I also noticed beads of sweat, collecting along her forehead before rolling down onto the pillow. The perspiration, mingled with tears, accounted for the saltiness I smelled. Odd, but I hadn't smelled her actual blood until now. The reason for my initial attraction had become an afterthought, taking the backseat to the many other wonders of my Bella. I would never stop referring to her this way, even if I lived for all eternity, which I wasn't planning on anymore. At least while she lived, I would continue to assure her safety. But were anything to happen to her, the thought was unbearable. I shifted my concentration back to the living perfection in front of me. Even from across the room, I could see subtle changes from my Bella to the one that was laying here. Her eyes had dark purple rings under them, her face was distorted like she was in continuous pain, and she was fidgeting. In all the nights I had spent with her, she had never squirmed like she was now. Whatever she was dreaming of, it was causing her physical discomfort.
"Bella, what happened to you?" I murmured softly, not expecting a reply. When she began to say something, I moved further back into the shadows.
The next chapter will be in Bella's pov, starting with her dream. But will she wake up in time to catch her lovely intruder? I'm hoping for five (5) reviews before I put up the next chapter.