Rambling Twilight One Shots

By SecretlySpellman

Introduction

So this probably won't make a lot of sense to most normal people but here goes. I've recently discovered that I work best and get the most attention from one shots, not from real stories. Plus, with my life that never seems to slow down, this will be a perfect way for met to get out my creativity as well as actually update every so often!

PLEASE NOTE THAT as of this precise moment, I DO NOT plan to write any smut, lemons, sludge, or 'M' scenes. However, if inspiration strikes at the right moment, I may. This set is rated 'T' for 'Teen' so if you're not a fan of the dirty writing, don't worry. If I do decide to write something mature, I'll give warnings on that chapter.

ALSO at this current time I DO NOT plan on continuing any of these one shots as stories, hence ONESHOT. However, if I like an idea a lot, I may have a two or three part series. But this depends a lot on YOU, the READER. Reviews are pretty much the fuel to my fire. If no one reviews a story that I have marked as "May be continued" then I won't continue it. Also, if I receive many reviews, I'll come up with new ideas and update sooner rather than later.

That being said, here is the first one shot of SecretlySpellman's Rambling Twilight One Shots. Enjoy the show.

One Shot One: The Lost Song

By SecretlySpellman

Genre: Romance

Rating: T (WARNING: some suggestive material)

Main Characters: Bella Swan, Edward Cullen

As I stepped out of the shower into the seemingly humid bathroom, I instantly knew something was not right. Something was missing, and I knew exactly what it was the instant it wasn't there- Edward's music. Every day since the wedding, I've always been welcomed to a warm bathroom and soft melodies trickling through the crack of the door. But today strangely, there was no harmony greeting me to the new day. Simply silence. I took no chances and quit the bathroom. My hair was still dripping and there was nothing but a towel clinging to my porcelain frame.

I had but reached the top of the staircase when I finally heard it, the tune. It held the soft combination of sharps and flats rising and falling through the scales. But something still wasn't right. This wasn't Edward's normal song, or a song I had ever heard before. It was slow, focusing on the deep low keys rather than the lighter ones. It spoke of sadness, tears, and anguish.

Although Edward had never sung for me before, neither at the wedding nor anytime since, he began to sing. I nearly melted when I heard it, his creamy, velvet voice singing quietly to himself. He must not have known I was there, for he continued. It took me a moment to wrap my head around his voice which had it's own level of god-like beauty, and to the words which it sung.

Butterflies started so long ago…

They've never gone away

I recognized these words, from somewhere before…

But now the fact is obvious,

They are here to stay.

I knew this…I had heard it before…but not as a song…

You may act like you don't see it,

You may act like you don't care,

But from your smirks and glances,

Love must be in the air.

I remember the feeling of these words…I remember warmth, safety, comfort…

So next time that you see him,

Think of what's above,

Oh no…

And ask yourself this question,

Is he truly the one I love?

Jacob

I knew Bella was in the shower, that she couldn't hear anything I did. I knew she focused solely on the warm water rushing down her; she loved being warm. She hated the constant cold, though after a year, she had grown accustomed to it. Still, the warmth of the water flowing across her skin, to every inch of her, warming her for just a moment was, thrilling. The visual of that, of what she was doing right now, made me want to do this even more.

I opened the top latch of my grand piano and reached into the rightmost corner. I finally grasp the note of parchment between my fingers and pull it out. I had not looked at it in over a year, and I knew I should not look at it now. But it was times like that which made me wonder if I did the right thing.

Over 368 days ago, I had the perfect wife. She was beautiful, witty, and clumsy, everything a husband could ask for. She still is perfect, more perfect in fact. After her transformation, she became simply irresistibly alluring. Her opaque skin had turned bone-white. Her full red petals of lips had turned a dark crimson. Her eyes became a dark honey color. Her entire body, head to toe, had been corrected of every piece of flesh nature considered an imperfection. She was the loveliest and most perfect thing on the planet to me. She loved me the way only a wife could love a husband, in both physical and emotional terms.

But I sometimes have to think I was too selfish, and that's what brings me here. Here, meaning to this note, left in a small box wrapped in white. This was the present Jacob Black had given us, along with a heart carved of white stone, and this note attached to the bottom of the box. My only guess would be that it was to ask Bella to return, to annul this ridiculous union between beast and beauty; to run away. When I first found it, I was furious. How could a mutt of all things think Bella would choose him after the way he treated her on the mountain?

But then I saw things differently. I saw the life Bella could have had with Jacob Black. I was haunted by it day after day. I saw the children I cannot give her. I saw her growing old with the man she loves. I saw her warm, I saw her happy.

Never in all of my existence have I ever regretted meeting my Bella. She was my missing link. I had to have her. In the beginning it was just a hunt, but soon became so much more than that. I love her more than life itself. I would chop my own head off and jump in a pile of fire before having her suffer harm. But on the way to making her happy, did I become so blind sighted by my own lust for her, all of her, that I forgot what was good, normal, and natural? Of course I loved her! I'd always loved her! But again, there are too many I's there.

Is this really what she wanted? Was it her lust, for me and all of me that compelled her to agree to marriage? I wanted to believe it was not, but was times like these that made me unsure.

In my reverie, I had unknowingly begun to play something to reflect the mood. I realized in a moment what words would complete the musical poetry—real poetry. I'd never put words to my music before, but these seemed to fit too perfectly to pass up.

How had he found it? I thought for sure I had hidden it away so he could never find it. That stupid, stupid poem! Why had I kept it in the first place? I was married to Edward Cullen, the god of all gods. What more could I ask for? A little piece of humanity, replied the little voice in my head.

I listened to him repeat Jacob's words for what felt like years before I started down the stairs, still only in the crème towel. I had stopped at the landing when he first looked up and saw me. I couldn't tell if there were tears in his eyes, or just a glimmer.

"Edward…" I spoke. My mouth hung open to try to say more but the words wouldn't come out.

He attempted a smile, but couldn't keep it. His eyes fell to the carpet. In that fraction of a second, I didn't care about Jacob Black. I would burn that poem if I had to, none of it mattered now. All that mattered now was Edward. And so, I ran to him.

I had repeated the words paired with the melody at least four times before I noticed her. My fair angel stood upon the landing. She had the same look on her face as a mother after her newborn had been diagnosed with a life-threatening condition; ashen, horrified, afraid.

She saw me look up to her and spoke my name. I knew I had to keep a good face for her but I failed. She rushed to me with vampire speed in an instant.

"Edward I'm…" she began again.

"Do you ever wonder what would have happened?" I whispered.

"What?" She whispered back.

"If you would have gone with him? Chosen life over death?" I looked to her eyes, moistened with tears.

"Edward, by choosing you, I chose life. I would never change what I am, what you helped me become. I am always and forever yours, that will never change. Nothing he did ever made me want him more than you. You were my life then, you are my life now."

"You never regret becoming…this?" I motioned to both her and I.

She feigned horror and shock. "Mr. Cullen, are you saying this body hasn't served you well?" A sly smirk come across her face, but didn't reach her eyes.

"Please Bella, I'm be serious."

She turned back to an iceberg. "Jacob was my friend. And yes, I loved him. But, I loved you first, I loved you more. Why don't you believe me?" I looked to her in time to see the moisture creep out of her eye. I raised my hand to wipe it.

"I'm not worthy of you; of your beauty, inside and out. You would have had such a better, more normal life."

"Can't you see? I've never been normal! This is normal to me, being here, loving you. It just comes naturally. You are who I'm meant to be with, YOU, Edward! I would rather face eternity with you, than a hundred years without you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and will ever happen to me!"

If I had a heartbeat, it would have been rising. If I had a breath, it would have been caught. If I had a proper stomach, it would have had butterflies. "That goes both ways you know." I smiled.

She grinned at this. Her eyes gleaming with radiance she replied, "You really are crazy then."

I smirked. "Highly unlikely."

"Why's that?"

"If I was insane, this would be a dream."

"Who says it isn't?"

"If I were in a dream, I couldn't do this…"

He kissed me. His cold lips against mine were like two pieces of snow melting together. I'm not sure if rubbing two stones together will make friction, but Edward and I did and always do. His freezing ice tongue danced across my bottom lip. I opened but with cruelty I grazed my teeth across his entering muscle. (A/N Tongues ARE muscles! They're the strongest ones in your body :B) He groaned with pleasure.

Several Hours Later

As we lay together, her body pressed against mine in front of the fire with nothing but a blanket covering us, Bella asked the oddest thing.

"Can you close your eyes for a minute?"

I nervously obliged. Suddenly, I was alone. All in one moment, I heard the sweep of something off the piano, then a crack in the fire, and she was back close to me.

"You can open your eyes now." She said, I could practically hear the smirk in her voice.

I looked up just in time to see the outline of three paragraphs of four lines melting into the fire, gone forever.

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And by the way, that IS an original poem © Sabrina Nordan

Hope you enjoyed the first installment.

Sincerely,

SecretlySpellman