A Twilight/New Moon/ Eclipse Fan-Fiction
By: A-Dreamer-Needs-A-Hero
Author's note: I wanted to say how ecstatic I was when DementedInsaneSpirit had read my story and said that she liked it . I love her Yu-Gi-Oh Anzu/Marik fanfiction, and she now has two Twilight fanfictions out. I strongly suggest you go check them out. I seriously have to deeply apologize for the long wait for an update, it deals with my awful internet problem I had earlier and then just recently my mom being hospitalized. I'm doing okay, and this is how I'm keeping my mind off the situation. I hope you enjoy the story.
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Chapter Four:
Bella had forgiven Edward. It had not needed to be spoken aloud. When she leaned her head up towards his, and kissed his lips soundly, it was all that he needed to feel. Wiping her face and ridding the skin of all tears, he took her back to Charlie's and carried her in.
Charlie seemed to somewhat deal with the idea that Bella had fallen asleep at his home while watching a movie with Alice, and wordlessly motioned for him to pass up the stairs. Once laying her down on the soft planes of her bed, Bella's father peeked his head in the room quietly.
From reading his mind, Edward knew he wanted to talk.
"Can we, uh, have a talk?" Charlie's voice was gruff, tone concealed slightly by his whispering.
Edward took a last glance at Bella, swiftly stroking her cheek that Charlie was unable to see in the darkness of the room with only the light that peeked in from the hallway. He nodded to his request.
The pair silently treaded across the hallway and down the stairs, Edward not making a single noise as he seemed to float with a heavenly grace. Charlie couldn't help but feel intimidated by the prefect statue beside him, and his eyes stayed concentrated on the hardwood floor that they walked over. Once in the living room, he gave a quick nod towards the couch, and made a motion to sit down.
Edward complied, seating himself without noise onto the cushions. Charlie's plop down into the recliner was less than graceful. As he settled himself amongst the material, finding himself physically comfortable, the father found that he could begin the conversation.
Letting out a polite cough, he started.
"So, Edward, how is Bella fairing up? Normally I wouldn't ask you this, but I'm afraid there are things that she won't let me in on."
Edward stayed indifferently polite, keeping off a look as he thought, if only you knew.
"Bella is okay Charlie; I'm not sure how else I could describe it. You see, there is….problems concerning a close friend of hers. He doesn't agree with some of her ideas, and doesn't want to be her friend at the moment."
"Jacob?" Charlie questioned with a raised eyebrow. His slightly humored expression keyed Edward in along with the fact that his thoughts were relatively peaceful that this would be a mainly smooth conversation. So maybe something could be discussed….
"So you have a decent idea on why there might be problems?"
He smirked.
"That boy is crazy for my Bella, almost as much as you are. I'd be careful if I were you, he's good competition."
Edward kept himself composed, adding, "Absolutely Charlie, you know that I'm going to have to be careful. But let me ask you this: would you be happier with Jacob being with Bella?"
He knew he had the 'older' man as he watched him bite nervously on his lip. He obviously didn't want to break the air of being civil that the two were sharing, so was unsure of how to answer.
"Yes," Edward answered for Charlie, not posed as a question.
He quickly nodded his head, the movement rough and shaky.
"But I want Bella to be happy," Charlie justified gruffly, shifting uncomfortably in his recliner.
Edward nodded his head.
"I feel the same way, so let me assure you that I agree with your wishes for the best for Bella while at the same time making her the happiest."
His little Bella wasn't too hard to please material wise. After all, she never quested for anything! But when looked at through more difficult decisions, such as murder….well, at least that's technically how a vampire is made. The human heart has to stop beating, which can be classified as dead. That was his problem area that he wasn't so happy to comply with….He did not wish for his love to be dead.
Charlie nodded.
"If you make Bella happy, then I really can't go against her wishes."
"I appreciate that," He told him sincerely.
Charlie seemed shocked once again the 'young boy's' air of sincerity, the way he held himself was so extremely old fashioned. You didn't find many like these anymore….Why, Charlie didn't even remember being like him when he was a boy! That kind of chivalry was from…..the early 1900's, maybe even earlier!
Carlisle and Esme had raised this one well, he mentally amended them.
"You had better take good care of her, you hear me?"
Charlie looked slightly stricken as he said this.
Though hearing his thoughts, Edward still asked, "Why do say that as though you're not going to see her?"
Charlie was still.
"Because," He started shakily.
"Because I know Bella, and this feeling, I just know it. She's going to leave me, and it's going to be soon. I just hope that on the way out, she'll remember to tell her old dad goodbye."
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Smash!
Hearing the wood splintering underneath his young temperamental son's fingers, Billy sighed in mourning for his now 'deceased' kitchen table. The small wooden piece of furniture had served him well, and Jacob normally had great control, so the destruction of said items wasn't a problem. Until now, obviously. Biting his lip at remembering the loud crash and recognizing the noise as breaking china, he could only hope that his mothers dishware were still intact.
"Jacob," He murmured, Billy's voice low and husky, ageless wisdom threading through his speech. "What happened to the great control you had built up? Surely you know better than to lose your temper in the house."
His voice had leaked out how tired the older man was, but Jacob was too frustrated to care about the well being of his father.
While Billy stared dejectedly at his mother's dishes that were now crushed dust, Jacob was successfully able to split the table with a sickening crack into two, he hissed out, "Do I look like I need you to nag on me right now!? Be smart for once and just leave me be."
The tribal elder rolled his eyes at his son's decidedly immature actions. "Jacob Black," He reminded his son severely. "You are now a protector of this tribe, and as a protector, you also now have certain responsibilities to uphold. You cannot afford to lose your temper like that. Otherwise-"
In a blistering tone, Jacob replied scathingly, "Otherwise what? I'll end up driving away the people that I love, like you did Mom? Yup, I bet I will. That's what we protectors are real good at doing."
Billy knew his son realized how that line would hurt, bringing up the topic of Jacob's mother and his wife. He shrugged it off, not willing to linger on words said out anger without much thought put into them. His son's childish actions led him to be very disappointed in him.
"Yes, it is what happens to the protectors that do not control their temper, and they are punished for it accordingly. I don't want that to happen to you Jacob, truly I don't, and I trust in your intelligence enough to think that you realize that. Please, remember what we talked about."
The remains of the crumbled kitchen table was thrown to the other side of the room, and Jacob snarled out, "You know nothing about love, so just shut up and get the fuck of the room!" His eyes grew to narrowed slits of black and blazing yellow gold, what happened near the triggering of a transformation from man to beast. Then there was a sickening sound of a crack, and Billy watched on his horror as Jacob's spine snapped, and his fingers began to morph. Know what was safe and not safe concerning transformations, and destruction of his house or not, the tribal elder ran quickly out of the house, hoping that son would be okay.
Not even a split second later, Billy heard a screeching howl of anger, and knew that Sam had to be alerted quickly. He let himself go to the change that he had avoided for many a years, and let out a howl of anguish as he pounded off to go alert one of his fellow pack members.
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Emmett was bored. The videogame consol was broken, television had nothing interesting on to watch, and he couldn't go hunting at the moment, being that Rosalie was on a 'diet', therefore he was also on one, but not out of choice.
So he lay on the couch, miserable. Alice, the only other being in the entire household, obviously grew tired of his groans and moans, slipping smoothly down the stairs.
"Ew Emmett, don't do that on the couch." She had seen this one coming.
Emmett stood up, holding up both of hands to prove he was innocent of the crime.
"Naw Alice, I wasn't doing anything."
"Hmmm," She murmured thoughtfully.
"But I saw it-"
Emmett gulped. That probably meant Rosalie would tire of him and send him out on the couch. Not good.
"So," Emmett asked nervously.
"How long do you think I have before she kicks me out?"
Alice tapped her chin, eyes slightly glazing over, immobilizing her for a few seconds of time. Then she looked up and grinned.
"This Wednesday. Be sure to go out the door when she tells you to, otherwise she'll send you out herself."
With inhuman speed, he swept an ink pen off of the coffee table and a blank piece of notebook paper from one of Bella's binders she had left behind.
Wednesday, he scribbled down.
Alice looked into his eyes, once having stood up on her tiptoes.
"Oh, you believe me this time?"
The innocent look on her face made him stop writing.
"Should I not," Emmett mumbled with a frown.
The small angelic figure smiled serenely, eyes twinkling in the darkness of the house.
"I'll leave it up to you to figure it out."
Confused beyond meaning, Emmett said nothing, rising up from the couch and grabbing his jacket, heading straight for the door. He needed some fresh air.
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Charlie's words still rang into Edward's head as he tried to be patient waiting for Bella to wake up. He couldn't find the will to leave her and go home, but it was straining to sit motionlessly in the small wooden rocking chair and watch her toss back and forth on her bed.
He gave a slight chuckle watching Bella crush her head into one of her pillows, mumbling some nonsense about how the color was all wrong….
A feeling of love and adoration suddenly rushed into him, his eyes growing tender and warm.
He loved Bella Swan. More than she would ever be able to realize.
A few hours passed, and the sun was once again returning to take its rightful spot in the sky for the day as the moon and night left them.
Edward stared as Bella sat up from her curled position on the bed, raising her arms above her and letting out a loud yawn. Her hair was a mess all around her face, but he always it enjoyed it more that way.
"Good morning," He crooned to her, a mixture of velvet and sweet music caressing her senses.
"Morning," She told him sleepily.
"I would ask if you slept well, but after everything that has gone on, things going out of hand and such, I take it that you couldn't sleep much at all."
Her eyes narrowed in sleepy annoyance.
"Well, I dunno how many hours I was asleep for, but YOU would know that, wouldn't you?"
Sheepishly, Edward looked down at the ground. He tried hard to conceal the hysterical expression on his face.
Bella glared in indignation.
"Oh god, what did I do?"
He bit his lip, and spoke as seriously as possible.
"Edward is just fine."
He also ducked his head so the pillow that was aimed for him missed its target.
"As much as I could call you God, being that I do worship you, I was merely wondering just what exactly I was telling you last night."
The light and laughter left his eyes, replaced by a cover of indifference.
"You told me how glad you were that I came back. You said how much you wanted to be changed, so that you can stand beside me and not look the equivalent of a…well, you get the idea."
Quiet as he kept his voice, he could not block out the intensity of his words. He winced when he had to speak of how she considered herself plain and insignificant.
"How many times must I push it into your head, you silly girl, how amazingly stunning you are," He whispered, taking her face into his hands gently.
With an embarrassed frown and disbelief in her eyes, Bella stared down at the ground sullenly.
"You only say that," She chastised him; pouting at the sight of the smooth ivory that was his skin.
Edward sighed.
"You are being ridiculous," He countered back, stoking one side of her face as his lips caressed the other. In between kisses, he would murmur how beautiful she was, and how fortunate he was to have her.
Though she could barely breathe, being blown away by the unbelievable tenderness of his touch, she could almost believe that she was capable of being wanted. Almost.
"I'm sorry for running off to Jacob," She apologized, staring over Edward's shoulder at something on the wall.
His fingers rearranged themselves so he could achieve her undivided attention.
"There's nothing to apologize for. If anything, I should be the one apologizing. But you always hate it when I do that, so even though I think I should, I won't speak a word of it. However, to be honest, I really shouldn't have pressured you."
Confused by his words, she asked, "On what?"
Not seeming to have heard her, Edward took his time by tracing his fingers up and down her spine, stroking her stomach with a light, feathery touch while going off into his own little world as he continued his explanation. Just being able to talk, having someone who would listen, someone who he could cradle in his arms and hear their heart beating. To hear them breathing. It was one of the most amazing things in the world.
"It's just, the way you looked that night," He trailed off, smiling dreamily as he felt Bella shudder under his fingers from them ghosting across her thigh.
"I admit it. I almost lost complete control. Bella, the one thing you cannot possibly imagine right now, is how much that hunger calls to you. Books can never get that dark need right. It calls to you, and the voice is painful. The pain splinters through your body, and the only way to calm it is to answer to its call….To answer to the thirst…"
A tremor went down her spine, and he chuckled.
"Yes, it is something to be afraid of," He told her, agreeing to her reaction.
She wanted to speak, to give her thoughts, but a look up at his eyes….and all was lost. They seemed to suck her in, make her useless and be able to do nothing but stare and listen. They were mesmerizing, as they should be. His eyes were one of his weapons, and almost as deadly as his teeth in the right situation.
"The hunger makes you give in, and I had let it begin to take over. This is one of the most dangerous things for the both of us."
"The hunger," Bella echoed the words empty and cold.
Biting his lip, his hands moved down to squeeze at her sides, making her almost tremble. He kept them rested there, fingers rubbing small circles in place.
"There are other things that the voice calls for Bella." His voice was closer than before. His lips moved, going closer to face so that he could whisper in her ear.
"It makes you want the darkest of things, makes your body yearn restlessly for them. Your body feels as if it won't stop burning…until you finally satiate it."
As his lips hit the arch of left ear, Bella beyond lost all of her functions. To think, to move…to breathe. As his icy breath ghosted over her skin and the smoothness of his lips caressed her ear, she felt him give a smile. It was anything but innocent.
"Yes, it's that Bella."
She hadn't spoken, but supposed that her body gave herself away. Limply, she nodded. Her eyelids fought hard to stay open, as his massaging hands moved towards the bottom hem of her flannel shirt. His fingers slid underneath it, gliding across the soft skin of her stomach. Bella thought her heart had stopped.
"Be assured love, I won't pressure you. I vow to you now that I will not let myself put you into a compromising situation that you do not want to be in."
If she could have, Bella would have added in sulkily that truly he had it around the other way, considering half of the time he made it seem as though he wasn't interested in her body or even the notion of it. She was far too entranced in his eyes to say, let alone do anything.
Not hearing her breathe, he added, "Do I need to prove my vow true?"
She shook her head, knees trembling on his lap as he held her lovingly on his lap as he sat on her twin sized bed.
"That's my girl," He breathed softly, before pressing his lips onto hers.
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Alice didn't know how she could possibly gain any more patience to wait for Bella to finally ask her the favor that had been lurking in her mind. Surely the favor wasn't that hard to ask, honestly?! Bella needs to grow a bit of a backbone, she thought to herself as she sighed.
She had surrounded herself by the thousands of clothes in her closet, loving the glint of designer brands all around her. This was Alice's calm, her neutral zone, where she could think peacefully. It was this or her bed, but Jasper was currently using it to spread out a tiny amount of his book collection.
Eyeing the outfit that she wished to wear for the day, Alice finally moved from the sitting position she had kept herself in for the entire period of the night. Her muscles felt no pain, no ache from being stiff. Being a vampire allowed somewhat of a numbness when it came to those simple human like reactions of the body.
Just as she pulled down her prized outfit, a pink little mini-dress with a Chanel tag sticking out caught her eye. She was still debating over the two outfits she had in both hands when Jasper had walked into the walk in closet.
"Made a decision yet?" His voice was a light murmur.
"No," She mumbled, lower lip jutting out to pout in frustration. "I don't know whether to go with Chanel, or Gucci."
He chuckled.
"It must be tough, having to being the fashionista for the household."
Alice let out a sniff.
"I do have a reputation to keep," She called haughtily, before then squealing as arms wrapped around her to lift her towards Jasper's body.
….He had never done this before. Was he feeling deprived of attention or something?
Blinking, Alice tilted her back to gaze up into his eyes, trying to gauge his expression.
"Jasper, are you feeling sad?" Her voice was soft, trying to leave out the teasing in her tone.
"Are you upset, angry with the world? Or are you holding me so I can't get away and you can have the opportunity to discuss something with me that I have no desire to talk about?"
She kept her tone sharp at the end, and felt movement of Jasper's chest that would represent admiration for her ability to always know what was going to happen.
"Yes…and no. I'm thinking about getting some property in Texas, maybe a nice little ranch."
Alice stiffened.
"You know how I feel about Texas," She began shakily, watching his eyes gaze on her cautiously.
"Yes," He whispered into her neck, nuzzling a spot that caused Alice to have to close her eyes in order to try and gain back her concentration.
"But it will be a part not touched by the other vampires….it will be on the human side…and once I'm able to control my…well….my hunger-" Jasper sucked in breath out of habit, hearing the hitch in hers as his tongue reached out to stroke a spot just about her collarbone. The area held great significance to Alice, and he kept that thought in mind as he laved the skin there affectionately.
"Then I was hoping that we could take vacations there, stay for the summer. We wouldn't have to live there, and money wouldn't be an issue…"
Although he knew Alice didn't have to breathe, seeing her drop the habit of doing so bothered him.
"Alice," He rasped out softly.
The petite pale angel held up a finger, signifying for him to be patient. She kept her eyes closed, finding a balance between feeling the intensity of Jaspers loving kisses being laid siege to her neck, and focusing on the idea that he wished for her to consider.
"Will we have a horse," She called, her voice quiet and delicate.
When she was younger (in terms of vampire age), in the early fifties, she had ran away to the local park one day, and watched admiringly as little girls whose heads couldn't even touch the top of their fathers legs giggled and grinned while riding horses that came in every color. She wasn't sure what she envied them more, the patriarchs that they possessed, or being able to do things like riding horses with their family. Idly, she knew it was mixture of both.
He grinned, and Alice felt the indent of his smirk onto her the skin of her neck.
"As many as you want," He informed her with a smile.
"And will you teach me to ride them," She continued, her breath caught in her throat as she waited for his response.
"Of course. Whatever you want, I'll gladly supply."
Not even fifteen tons of weight holding her down could keep Alice from jumping Jasper like she did; attacking him with loving hugs and kisses.
"Is that a yes," Jasper managed to question in-between spaces of Alice's tickling kisses.
"(there was a giggle) Well Mr. Smart Guy, what do you think?"
"I'm hoping that it's a yes."
Alice smiled, her eyes lighting up in a mischievous way.
"Whatever you want," She murmured with a grin.
"I'll gladly supply."
Not remembering that Bella would be stopping by in less than ten minutes, Alice allowed herself to get caught up in the heat of the moment. They slowly continued their passionate kisses.
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