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Remember they're where London used to be. (In this AU)

EPOV

I walked into the canteen and grabbed the useless props that the humans ate.

It was even more disgusting than before. The coffee had grounds floating in it and was mostly water. The food was covered in grease and stank horribly. The cigarettes didn't even hold the tobacco, and I watched as most people had to continuously pick it up and hold it precautious between their fingers. The gin was slimy and watery. This gave off the worst smell of all.

I sat down at an empty table. I know that someone will come and sit next to me anyway. There aren't many choices of seats and I was early to get this seat.

Ah, yes there is the old comrade. He does seem quite young though. I wonder… No, I don't, there's nothing there.

I heard the useless thoughts of Syme coming toward me. He sat down directly across from my seat. I didn't bother looking up.

His thoughts already told me what he was going to say. Everyone's did. They had to be wary of what they said so not to raise suspicions. Even the most miniscule of comments could betray you.

"'Ello old chap. 'ow's it going?"

I raised my head slowly, even for a human and looked him in the eye. My face was the usual mask of quiet optimism.

Or boredom.

It didn't matter. All I had to do was show no emotion. That wasn't a problem. I had no emotion except despair without my Bella.

And I had mastered hiding my despair. Anyway no one would recognize it in this place. Any face of despair would look welcoming beside the dirty gray of the walls, and smoky atmosphere.

"Hello, Syme." I still articulated perfectly. It no longer made any difference.

"Edward, 'e man, I must tell you. The destruction of words-" he paused overcome with some emotion "- 'is beautiful."

Of course I knew how stupid that comment was and sounded. Words were beauty. Without them we could not express ourselves.

And that was the object of reason.

The Party's goal was for all to be loyal. One can not commit thought crime when one does not have the ability to do so.

"We're on adjectives now." He sighed dreamily "do you realize how 'useless words 're? For 'xample, good and bad. We will no longer need the words of opposites. What is 'bad'? We won't have it. 'Ungood' is all we need. 'Bad won't exist. And if one wanted to express horrible all is needed but to add 'plus-ungood'. You see 'ld chap? Or 'double-plus-ungood'. We won't have use for words such as 'bad'. We 're on the eleventh edition on the Newspeak dictionary now. Eleventh! There will be great fixes in this one, there will…."

I stopped giving my full attention to him. I could still pick up what he was saying though without having it at the front of my mind.

But just then the most amazing sent went into my nose.

Almost like freesias. Very floral.

I looked up into the eyes of the women I was meant to spend eternity with. Whom I hadn't been able to see for weeks and hadn't kissed in the longest time.

I wanted her. It took all my control not to jump over all the tables and take her where she stands.

I tried to smile wistfully, but I couldn't even do that. She couldn't either. But then she opened her mind to me.

I love you.

I was almost too much. I so much wanted to take her into my arms and…

No, but I couldn't do that.

Any physical pleasure was 'deeply frowned upon'. Truly the police could arrest you simply for the act.

Sex was not look at as innocent and natural, but disgusting and necessary. The Party wanted to take away the release and any pleasure that one could get from it.

Also it would leave you with less energy for the two minutes hate and protests against Eurasia (the 'country' we were at 'war' with)

It was everywhere. Sex was taught to be bad in school. Only done once or twice a year, and only for the creation of children.

There were many leagues, or 'clubs' against the act of sex. One being the Junior Anti-Sex League.

Though I believed that this was not true, and I knew it wasn't. Many people still had sex for pleasure. And there were prostitutes. They were forbidden for Party members.

I had heard many people thinking of the things that they had done, and were afraid of being captured for.

I shuddered.

Edward.

I hadn't realized that I stopped monitoring my perfect mask. And Syme was still bantering on about the destruction of words and intelligent thought process. (Not including the latter, unfortunately)

I quickly replaced my show of internal struggle with the quite optimism.

I looked back to my angel. She was so beautiful.

Edward.

I wanted to moan. I hadn't heard her speak my name in so long. She wasn't even speaking but Bella just thinking my name now could arouse me at any time of day.

I missed her. Just being near her.

I didn't really need the physical act that I still longed for. I simply wanted to hold her. Kiss her head and tell her how much I love her.

Edward. Listen to me.

I looked back towards my angel.

I glanced at the ceiling then the floor. Telling her I was listening.

Edward, we need to meet. I need you. I miss you.

I knew her face well enough to see the smallest difference in her eyes. To see the sadness that she also learned to hide. But she could hide nothing from me. Or I her.

"Meet me in the meadow, take the train rout from South Kensington, and I'll take the rout from Victoria." I spoke took quickly and quietly for a human to hear. And I was facing away from Syme to pretend to cough, so he wouldn't see my lips move.

(I'm from US, but I went to London a month ago, and they will be taking subway, District into Waterloo&City lines. There will be some dilution with other lines, but you get the idea)

I watched as Bella grew the smallest of smiles on her face. I couldn't help the little smile that graced my face as well.

We were as one. What one did the other did same.

Edward.

I gazed into here beautiful eyes. They were dark, but we had to learn to adjust with hunting trips scarce and far apart.

I could still see my Bella in them. This also reminded my of her old brown orbs, in turn reminding me of my daughter.

Where is Renesmee?

It was as if she was the one that could read my mind instead of the other way around.

How could I answer her question? I didn't know. I reflected on the last conversation I had with her I still couldn't find any indication to where her plans could take her.

But what do I tell the beautiful angel before me?

I didn't have any answer for her so I simply looked to the left, sighed, and looked to the right.

No one would know I was shaking my head.

No one could even notice that we were having a conversation. Bella was seemingly staring off into space, with a sleepy look on her face. Absently pushing her food around on her plate.

I was still looking at Syme, only gazing at Bella in my peripheral vision. Still my peripheral vision was better than a human staring straight on.

It was not enough though. I needed my Bella. I was falling into the depression that only she could pull me out of.

I knew she was too.

But I noticed the small line that appeared on her forehead as she slightly furrowed her brows.

She was frustrated.

I was too.

Where was my daughter?

I watched Bella as she sighed. I sighed also. We were like a satellite. I almost chuckled when I remembered when Renee, Bella's biological mother told us that.

Almost chuckled, almost but not quite.

Renee was taken with the first of the waves of death. She was most likely taken to a labor camp, whether she was alive now or not we did not know.

Charlie disappeared a few years back. He was smart, he was where Bella inherited her shield. But I suppose many of the smart people are taken because they are too smart.

But while they were gone Renesmee was not. She had grown to be 5ft. 5in. Just taller than her mother and just as beautiful. She kept her bronze curls and brown eyes.

And her love for Jacob.

Jacob.

Was he-

Edward Cullen?

I looked towards the thought. No. Why? There was no getting out of this. Why did they have to be here? Why hadn't they died?

I growled under my breath. Syme didn't notice. That was fine. If only I could kill them, just one quick snap of the neck…

I am only going to leave part of the ridiculously long A/N I had before.

That wasn't lemon. It wasn't supposed to be lemony. Please don't tell me that that was a bad lemon/fluffy moment. Because trust me, I know. That was supposed to be the exact OPPOSITE of lemon. So if you picture it like that it works better.

R&R Please! Be brutal!