A/N: Fair warning to readers, this story is abandoned. I started writing it back in 2009 and got about ten chapters in before real life kicked in, and I ultimately lost my love of the fandom. It happens. I'm only uploading this to FFN because a friend of mine wanted to read it, and its previous format was not working. Feel free to enjoy (or not). I will not be finishing it because I've moved on to other things, but what remains of it is here for your consumption if you like. It's also pretty much unedited (and I've not read through it in almost ten years, and have no desire to—that whole thing about rereading your old works and cringing at how your writing style has changed and all). For those who enjoy it, thanks. For those who don't, no skin off my back.


EDGE OF NIGHT


"More myself than I am.
Whatever our souls are made of,
his and mine are the same."
Wuthering Heights

Preface

I brought into myself the guilt and shame which fell heavily onto my shoulders.

Edward's hand softly stroked my shoulder in an effort to calm my thoughts, though he couldn't hear them, he knew them already. He knew me. How could I think otherwise? Especially now.

Immortality seemed easy not so long ago. Though the fires had long drained from my veins, I often remembered the scalding that the venom burnt into my flesh. It caused me to beg for death though physically unable to speak a word. I remembered waking and feeling the relief when the fires were gone. I had achieved what I wanted: an eternity with my one true love. The other piece of my soul.

I was able to look forward to an eternity of blissful kisses and nights without sleep. I could now spend my hours tracing the lines of his lips with my finger tips, and I could watch our daughter grow and never die.

But now…. I would gladly relinquish my immortality, my never-ending bliss, if it would not cause more pain and harm to those I cherish. I would gladly give it all back to remove the blood on my hands.