Hello Everyone
So... I'm sorry this took so long. I had trouble writing it... and now it's turned out to be my favourite chapter. You'll see why.
For arguments sake, though I OWN NOTHING OF THE SONG OR TWILIGHT, let's just say that Edward wrote the song that he sings at the end of the chapter. It was in Breaking Dawn anyways. It's called Turning Page by Sleeping At Last.
I STRONGLY suggest listening to it along with Edward's performance of it. You will be reduced to tears. I was when I proof-read.
Anyways... thanks everyone!
Read, review and enjoy!
*A/N: 23/7/2013– I am replacing chapters after they are edited by my beta, Chandrakanta. You won't get notifications of this, don't worry. In this process, I am changing all my Aussie spelling to American, since the characters are American. The wording of parts of Edward's dialogue will be changed to make it more mature and realistic. The meaning behind what he says will be the same; it will just be more formal is all. Nothing major will be changed.*
"What time do they get here?" I asked. I was sitting—or rather nestled—on the couch, in Edward's arms. I was wrapped up loosely in the rugs, but Edward would not stop touching me.
Which was good. Because occasionally I felt way too hot… and that's where Edward's vampiric nature really came in handy.
"Half an hour, my beautiful mate," he said, nuzzling his face into my shoulder from behind me.
Since Edward had carried me up here from our cottage, he hadn't moved from behind me. I had to admit that he was helping with the pain and such. His touch—everything about him—was helping me, distracting me.
To divert myself from Edward's distractions, and therefore what was about to come, I thought about this morning.
When I woke up in the morning, everything fucking hurt.
I breathed in, only to find that my nose was blocked.
Great, I thought unhappily, fucking great.
I felt the traitor tears before I could stop them, and I buried my head into the crook of Edward's cold, comforting neck.
"My precious love?" Edward asked, enveloping me in a hug on instinct.
I could only fight off the sobs for so long, however, and as soon as Edward heard them, he grew stiff and pulled back to look at me.
"My love?" he asked, thoroughly confused and worried.
"Edward," I whimpered, trying to pull him back to me, but he wouldn't allow it.
"Please tell me what is wrong," he begged. I looked into his eyes—those beautiful… black eyes—and even in their darkness, they were smoldering.
I raised a hand and traced just under them; there were bags there. They were purple, bruise-like shadows, barely noticeable.
"Bella," Edward begged, breaking through my trance.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. By now, the tears had stopped flowing—thank God—and I was just trying to get the erratic hitching under control. "I can't meet them—her—like this, Edward. I mean, what is she going to think? Not only am I human—a lowly human at that—but I'm an inept, sick, fucking blubbering mess of a human!"
Edward growled angrily, his blackened eyes growing ever darker, if that were even possible. "That is thoroughly untrue, my beautiful mate! You have a very severe case of an upper respiratory tract infection. Do you have any comprehension of the struggle I am going to have today? To keep you as well as you could be in your condition, of my possessiveness… the merethoughtof you being on display toanyvampire—much less a vampire who desires me for one reason or another—absolutely infuriates me. Especially in your weakened state! I will be by your side at all times, catering for you, waiting on you hand and foot, trying to make you as comfortable as possible. And I am doing all of that because. I. Love. You."
He separated those last four words, pleading with me to understand.
I was blown away; my mind and rational thinking had disappeared.
It was so selfish of me, that I had not taken Edward's feelings and worries into account.
"Oh my god," I whispered, backing away from Edward, horrified by myself. I got off the bed, still backing away. Edward followed me, crawling across the bed ever so slowly. He did not move off the bed, however. "How could I… I am so selfish!"
"Selfish?" Edward asked, surprised beyond words.
"Yes, selfish," I hissed back, angry at myself. "I can't believe that I was so… caught up in myself… that I didn't think of you and consider how you were feeling. SomemateI am!"
Edward growled; it was a broken sound. I looked at him carefully, warily, worried.
"Bella," he whispered, appearing before me and grabbing me up in his arms in a flash. He dragged us back onto the bed and I huddled into him as he rocked us back and forth. "Bella, that is utterly absurd. No vampire has ever had such a gift… the gift of you; you, my love, are my reason for being. You are not selfish, you are pure. You are so very pure and good that I worry sometimes that I may taint you with my otherness."
"But that's impossible, Edward," I whispered to him, trying to comfort him from his ridiculous thoughts about himself. That was going to have to stop. "I love you more than anything else and I am not good and pure. Not as much as you think. In fact, I feel that I may taint you withmy unworthiness… sometimes."
He growled and kissed me, effectively ending that conversation…
"Bella?"
Edward's voice shook me from my thoughts and I looked up at him. Of course, the speed at which I did that made me impossibly dizzy and I closed my eyes, resting my head on Edward's cold shoulder.
"Are you alright, my dear one?" he asked, leaning down so his lips were at my ear. I was merely a little jostled, because Edward was so careful… especially now that I was sick.
"I'm fine," I said and I heard him grunt disapprovingly. Ah, right; he hated that phrase. "Sorry, love. I meantthat I am alright. I keep forgetting that you don't like that phrase."
I looked up at him and he smiled, nuzzling his nose on my jaw, rubbing his scent on me. I liked it. Oh, how I liked it and I started doing the same to him.
I didn't care that his family was in the room, at that moment. They could wait. And, they could look away.
But then, I felt Edward stiffen.
So they are in his hearing range, I guessed.
"Can you hear their thoughts or just physically hear them?" I was hoping he knew what I meant by that convoluted question.
He smiled. "Only their thoughts, my lo-" He broke off with a growl. Pulling me closer to him, he stared into space, listening to their thoughts.
"Love?" I asked, shifting in his arms so that I was facing him, straddling his thighs. "What do you hear?"
He growled under his breath incomprehensibly. "Tanya."
"Ah," I said uncomfortably, shifting a little and laying my head and hands on his chest. Every line of my body, every contour and curve and dip, was covered by his skin. Completely skin on skin, we relaxed infinitesimally.
From the corner of my eye, I could see Carlisle watching our interaction. Fascination and awe, even astonishment, coated his features and I smiled before closing my eyes.
Edward tensed, clenching and unclenching his iron fists, which lay on my back, every few seconds. I drew careful, calming circles on his chest. It helped… alas dismally.
It wasn't until I heard the sound of a car—travelling much too fast—suddenly come to a stop outside, that my breathing ceased and my body tensed. My head angled itself, on instinct, to look Edward in the eyes.
He was looking at me, his gaze so intense that I knew he was trying to distract himself by looking at me. I looked back at him, just as intently. As the rest of our siblings—I smiled internally at that… oursiblings—went to greet the guests at the door, Edward held me fast against his body.
"Calm, my love… my beautiful mate," he said passionately, nuzzling his cheek against both of mine ever so softly. I sighed, trying to do as he asked. "You have nothing to fear. My love for you and the attraction that you hold for me has no bounds; it is permanent and unbreakable… especially when it is compared to the vulgar feelings that I have for Tanya Denali."
I smiled at his olden-style speech, the distraction enough to calm me. Somewhat.
"What are we going to do, Edward?" I asked, but at that question, the most ridiculous—and horrifying—possibilities came to mind.
Tanya kissing Edward… Edward responding to said kiss…
Even more ridiculous ones than that—and yes, most of my mind understood that that waspreposterous, but it didn't block the images and thoughts—flooded through my mind. Tightening my grip in Edward's shirt, I clenched my eyes closed and reveled in his cold, stony, but yet somehow warmembrace.
The electricity, comforting and flooring as it was, was present too. We reveled in it, sighing and purring.
There must have been hesitation on the Denalis' part, because suddenly, the resounding, methodical slam of four doors made me jump, then whimper as I leaned into Edward's arms again.
The sudden amount of air that rushed down my throat and into my lungs caused another coughing fit; Edward hissed, concerned, and Carlisle jumped in to reassure him.
"It's alright, Edward," he said and the calm in his voice made Edward relax a little. I, on the other hand, was still coughing terribly. Edward seemed to snap out of his half-calmed pose, and was immediately rubbing my back and comforting me. But Carlisle carried on. "It's just the surprise and worry that she's feeling—Jasper told me she was feeling—combined with her illness."
"I know," Edward growled, protectively and harshly, but I knew he didn't mean to. It was the stress of our current situation. Well, that and my illness, of course. "But that doesn't mean I have to be tranquil and composed about it. You wouldn't be if Esme was this sick."
I tuned out everything else, trying to end the painful coughing fit. It was clawing at my throat and making my whole chest hurt. Not the easiest thing to ignore, that.
And then… the front door opened.
My breath hitched as I heard it.
Hesitantly, I looked around the room, but it was empty, which meant that Edward's parents and siblings were there to greet the guests.
"Carlisle, it's been too long, my dear old friend." It was a male voice. From what I was told, there was only one male in their family. So this was Eleazar, then.
"Yes, it has," the pleasant voice of Carlisle said, and it rang through the house somehow. "I am very glad that you have come, but I must warn you of something."
"What is it, Carlisle?" a female voice asked. It was a motherly voice, though not as lovely and reassuring as Esme's. I was guessing, though sick I was, that that was Carmen.
"Edward's mate, Bella… she is sick at the moment with a chest infection. Due to the fact that she and Edward are newly mated-" I heard an undignified snort, short and proper, and I knew instantly that it came from Tanya. I stiffened and Edward growled, rubbing my back, trying to not only calm me, but himself as well. "She and Edward cannot be parted." I swear I heard a huff. Looking up, I saw that Edward was angry. Really angry. I shivered as my mind wondered what thoughts could have made him look like that. "Esme refurbished a cottage for them not too far from here. She is sleeping there, but will be here from when she wakes—or not long after—until she is tired. Edward spends the night there with her."
"What?" a shrill, uptight voice shrieked. Tanya.
"You heard Carlisle," Esme said, her usually gentle voice now hard and uncaring. I realized, with a gasp, that she was defending me. Me… against their 'cousins'. "Edward will be staying with Bella, at all times. She is unwell, and as her mate, Edward is naturally worried and anxious. Not to mention protective, and the many other things that he would be feeling now."
I heard another snort, exactly the same as before. "Oh please," Tanya said, laughing curtly, "A human for a mate?"
Edward growled, the sound resonating through the thin walls of the living room and into the next. The furniture shook a little, almost like an earthquake. I whimpered, clawing at Edward's shirt. He stroked me, whispering sweet little nothings every now and then.
They had been here less than five minutes, and the ridiculing had already started… great.
Edward looked down at me, his gaze fierce. "It is alright, my beautiful mate. I will not allow anyone to ridicule you or put you down. I will protect you, my dear love. From anything."
I heard another bitchy whine, but this time I worked to ignore it.
"Oh and Tanya," Rosalie said and I perked up to hear what she was going to say. "Don't say anything to Bella. Edward will fucking rip your head off. She's had a hard, tough life and she doesn't need anyone elsespewing shit at her."
"And what?" Tanya said, and I could almost imagine—almost, as I didn't really know what she looked like—see her and Rosalie, neck and neck. "Are yougoing to stop me?"
Edward and Emmett growled, Edward standing up with me and holding me behind him. I clutched at his shirt, the only thing that kept me standing upright. Edward then twisted his hands back to hold my hips, the electricity comforting me as it grew the more we touched.
I could imagine that Emmett was doing something of the same nature.
"Enough," Alice said, her voice hard too. "Tanya, you wanted to meet Bella. Let's go into the living room so you can do just that."
I breathed shallowly as I heard them make their advance, trying to stop myself from vomiting.
"Bella?" Edward asked, reaching back to gently draw me from behind him.
I nodded, standing directly in front of him. I knew I felt and looked horrible, and I couldn't help but whimper when he wrapped his arms around me.
But then they entered the room, and I may or may not have stopped breathing.
As they came into view, I saw what they were wearing first. I was mortified… because I was wearing light grey sweatpants and a long, cotton, blue top.
The Denalis were obviously the dressy type, more so than the Cullens.
Carmen and Eleazar, the only mated pair in the family, were easy to pick out amongst the strangers. They were dressed similarly to each other: designer plain blue jeans, slightly faded, but in a stylistic way, along with nice, slightly dressy shirts. Eleazar wore a black one, while his beautiful mate wore a soft purple one. Eleazar wore black, closed formal shoes, his mate wearing cute, black flats.
The other three women were also dressed similarly to each other. They were slightly dressier, all wearing tight-fitted dresses. Two of the sisters' dresses fell to their knees, colored black, while the other sister's dress fell to mid-thigh in red. They wore the same heels, though the color depended on the color of the dress. You could tell, just from their clothing, that they were seducers of men.
I was assuming that the one in red—in the sluttier dress—was Tanya.
"Bella?" Carlisle asked, his voice snapping me from my thoughts. I looked at him slowly, smiling. "These are our 'cousins'… the Denalis."
The male and female, who were obviously mated, came up to Edward and me first.
"Bella," the woman said, smiling softly. I smiled back, hesitantly. "It's a pleasure to finally meet the woman who has captured Edward's heart at last." I blushed at her kind words at the same time that I heard Tanya huff. My eyes flickered over to her; she was crossing her arms under her breasts, deliberately pushing them up.
But I focused on the two vampires in front of me. "And it's a pleasure to meet you, too, Carmen."
She stepped back and her mate, named Eleazar from memory, stepped forward to greet me. "Hello, Bella."
That was all he said, but then his eyes flickered up to Edward's. He looked at him meaningfully, and I tried to suppress my curiosity.
Edward noticed and he leaned down to whisper in my ear. "He wants to speak to us later, my beautiful mate."
I heard Tanya huff at the cute name that I loved. I ignored her as best I could.
"Irina, Kate," Carmen called and they came forward hesitantly.
"Hello," they said, one after the other, keeping their distance. They were eying Tanya carefully and I knew that was the only reason that they were holding back.
"Tanya?" Eleazar said, his gaze hard.
She glared at him and Edward growled.
After a few seconds of just staring, in silence, I decided to bite the bullet.
Not moving, I smiled with fake warmth at Tanya. "Tanya… hi. It's lovely to finallymeet you. Edward's told me so much about you."
Emmett laughed and Jasper chuckled. Only Edward, ever the gentleman, had somehow managed to refrain from laughing out of all the members of the Cullen family.
Tanya was standing there, her eyes full of rage… probably from being embarrassed in front of so many people. As if the Cullen children actually gave a shit. "Has he now?"
I nodded, not scared of her. Miraculously, since she entered the room, I hadn't been scared. That was probably because I could see that she wasn't Edward's type. Not that Edward hada type… she just wasn't… me.
I grinned at her. "Of course he has. He's told meall about you and your… trial and errors—but mostly errors—in ways to get my Edward."
She sneered at me, growling a little when I called Edward mine. But he was just that, and I would not back down.
She smirked and I smirked back, a sort of 'show down' coming on. We made our way to each other, meeting in the middle, still staring at each other with hard eyes.
"You are way in over your head, plain-Jane," Tanya said menacingly. Edward snapped his jaws furiously at her, coming closer. I lifted a hand to halt him and he stayed put, sighing and muttering. His hands were still clenching and unclenching.
My eyebrow arched. "Well at least my head is filled by something, Blondie."
"With what? Air?" she asked and I cackled.
"No… something you obviously don't have."
"And what's that?"
"A brain."
She snarled and snapped her jaws. Throwing herself forward into a crouch, she was about to pounce.
But I was still very much not scared. In fact, I found it hilarious.
Edward, of course, did not see things the same way.
Flashing across the room, he grabbed me and situated himself in between the air-head blonde and me.
Tanya straightened up instantly and looked at Edward. "Hello, Eddie," she cooed, obviously thinking she was attractive or something.
I huffed a laugh; her tries were pathetic.
"Tanya," Edward growled and her eyes grew wide… probably because he had the nerve to growl at her. "Do not call me Eddie."
She rolled her eyes and laughed, only aggravating Edward further.
"Whatever you say," she said. She obviously thought she was being seductive, but she wasn't. I giggled at her attempts, stepping forward and into Edward's embrace. He nuzzled his nose into my hair and I kissed his neck in response.
He purred deliciously, ignoring our audience.
"Excuse me?" Tanya said impatiently, walking toward us brashly. She pushed me out of the way carelessly, and of course, me being human and frail with sickness, I fell to the floor with a huff.
But before I could make a move to get up, Edward was there, growling, his eyes black with anger. He pulled me up and cradled me protectively. His angry growl then morphed into my special one, and I relaxed into his embrace.
"Bella, my love, are you alright?" Edward was in full panic mode. I understood where he was coming from, trying to soothe him, but he wouldn't listen. His mate had just been pushed over, while she was sick, by a jealous bitch for a vampire. "Did you fall too hard? Are you feeling alright? Is the dizziness worse again? Any-"
I interrupted him, putting a finger on his lips. He looked at me, desperately and brokenly and frantically. "I'm alright, baby. Don't worry, ok? I'd tell you if anything was… worse than before."
He nodded, momentarily appeased, then turned to Tanya. "You will not touch her. If you everdo that again-"
"Oh, but Eddie!" the bitch whined. I was instantly jealous. "I was just so glad to see you!"
I couldn't help myself; I got out of Edward's arms and walked up to her. Face to face, I could see how beautiful she was. Her strawberry blonde hair was curly, her face angular, yet those angles were soft, somehow managing to stay feminine and pretty. Her golden eyes were piercing, but attractive. I could definitely see the succubus in her.
"Listen, curly," I said rashly, getting angrier by the second. "I don't give a fuckabout what you say about me. I don't care that you hate me. And I don't care that you want to kill me, or whatever the fuck you want to do to me. But the thing that reallygets me going, is the fact that you think you actually have a chance with Edward. Get it through your fucking air-filled head. Edward. Is. Mine. He always has been mine and he always fucking will be mine. He doesn't accept your advances and it's about time that you saw that."
She edged away from me, but I followed her. "I'm sick, I know, and I'm human. I get that I'm not beautiful as you are-" Edward growled at that, muttering loudly about how wrong I was and how I never saw myself clearly. Though flattered, I ignored him "-and I know that it isn't common place for a vampire and a human to mate. But we have. So face the goddamn, fucking music and see that your conquest is over. Your pitiful attempts at trying to get Edward are over. And if you know what's good for you, you will leave him the fuck alone and accept that. Ok?"
She growled, looking at me and then Edward. "Fine," she said, her black eyes scorching. "I'll play nice. But just you wait… sooner or later… he's going to drop your sad, human ass. You have no idea of how to satisfy his needs… sexually or otherwise."
I smiled sweetly and laughed. "That is where you are wrong. If anyone can satisfy my Edward, it's me…" I looked over my shoulder at him coyly and he gazed at me lustfully. "Isn't that right, baby?"
Edward was at my side then, and he pulled me into his arms. Kissing me passionately, he did not even attempt to tone our kiss down. Instead, he thrust his tongue into my mouth and I moaned into his, the feeling of his cold tongue swirling around mine making me crazy.
When he eventually pulled back, he was purring and panting at the same time. "I love you, my dear one," he finally managed to get out.
I smiled back at him, nuzzling my nose against his cheek. "I love you more."
He chuckled, still holding me. "Irrevocably and unconditionally… forever."
I smiled, tears forming in my eyes. I choked those beautiful words out. "Irrevocably and unconditionally… forever."
A throat was cleared, bringing us back into reality from a shorter one of our 'moments'.
"Sorry," we whispered, still looking at each other.
"That's quite alright, Bella… Edward," Carlisle said pleasantly, and we looked at him thankfully. "But, Eleazar was hoping to talk to you. Would you mind if we all joined?"
I looked at Edward, waiting for him to reply. He looked at me and I merely shrugged. He looked at Eleazar. "Of course you can talk to us now, but please… keep in mind that my Bella is sick and she needs her rest."
Eleazar smiled. "Of course, Edward."
We sat down on the couches, Edward and I resuming our previous position, wrapped up in a blanket or six, together.
I settled into his arms, focusing on Eleazar.
"Carlisle talked to me briefly last night about what happened yesterday at the hospital." He said this, looking only at Edward and I, and we both nodded. Looking around, I saw the Cullens nodding vacantly as well… so they all knew then. The Denalis probably all knew as well, but they didn't feel the need to show it.
"Now, he told me the questions he asked you and your answers." To this, we all nodded again. "Now, Bella, are you aware of some of the technicalities of vampire mates?"
I shook my head, frowning.
He nodded to himself. "Alright. Well, in the vampire world, vampires are tied to one being… their soulmate. They are connected through multiple connections. Most are connected by two: the emotional and physical connection. Those vampires, while their mating connection is strong, are not as well-off, I suppose, as the vampires that are connected by all three. But those are very rare—extremelyrare. Some of those connections are stronger than others. Yours, for instance, is the strongest I've ever seen. And I've seen three of these connections in my existence. These vampires, who are connected in all the possible ways—that being, they are connected emotionally, physically, and mentally—have unique interactions and… qualities, I suppose."
He paused, letting that sink in.
"What are those interactions?" I whispered, but everyone heard me.
Eleazar smiled at me once again. "Mates that share all three connections are connected to each other much more intricately than the others that only share two. They feel the electricity that you feel, and as you both have had, when they have instants of heightened electricity, they have moments where they are overwhelmed by their love for one another. It is usually at the same time. Also, you are bound tighter than normal mates are. You literally cannot live without each other; if anything were to ever happen to either of you, the other would have no choice but to be killed. It is intense, and while other mates are bound together tightly as well, they do not have the overbearing pain that captures all their senses in such a way as yours does when you are separated."
"Anything else?" I asked and Eleazar nodded.
"Some mates share or discover special powers, particularly if they have the same creator. This, again, depends on which connections they share."
He looked at Edward again, who inhaled sharply. I frowned, my head snapping up to look at him.
"What?" I asked, looking from him to Eleazar.
Suddenly, Edward smiled, or rather beamed. He looked down at me, taking my face in his hands, cupping it ever so gently, as if he were holding a fragile soap bubble.
"What, baby?" I asked, smiling at him as I mirrored his actions.
"You are most certainly gifted, my beautiful love," he said and I smiled at the name. He once again took that into account.
"Gifted?" I asked, confused. "What do you mean… gifted?"
"He means, Isabella," Eleazar cut in and I paid attention to him, "that after your transformation, as a vampire, you will be able to read minds along with Edward. The only way that you can do that is because you share the mental connection with him. But your powers do not end there… you will also be a physical and mental shield."
"Shield?" I asked, confused.
Eleazar then went on to explain what a shield was, and I was just blown away.
To think that I could do that… that I would be able to do that when I was changed… it was amazing. I was really relieved, but what warmed me the most was Edward's pride and eagerness. He was as amazed as I was, but he was in awe of me.
Over and over, he called me the cutest pet names. My gifted one… my beautiful shield… my protecting, gifted mate… the list went on, but those were the ones I liked the best.
He knew that, of course, and he did not stop.
As the day wore on, I got worse and worse. Everything that I was already feeling got even worse, intensifying to a point where it almost became unbearable.
A sniffling, fumbling mess, I started crying. Of course, this freaked Edward out to no end and eventually, Edward told everyone to vacate the room so he could help me with my sickness.
He sung a beautiful tune that calmed me in just half an hour, and eventually Edward allowed everyone to re-enter and join us.
When night came, we were talking amongst ourselves enthusiastically, about a variety of things.
Tanya, true to her word—for now at least—kept away from Edward and me. I smiled to myself, happy that I had gotten through to her about this… at least for now.
"Bella, my love?" Edward said and I looked at him, smiling blissfully.
"Yes, baby?" I asked, yawning.
"I was wondering if I could play something for you," he said to me nervously, and I could see how hesitant he was.
I frowned, wondering why he was so worried. "Of course you can, baby. You don't have to ask me… you never have to ask me."
He smiled radiantly. "Thank you."
He then turned his attention to the other vampires in the room. Calling their attention, he waited for them to be silent. "I want to perform something for my Bella. You are all welcome to listen."
They all must have told him through their thoughts that they would listen, because he made his way over to the piano silently and no one moved from their seats.
Sitting down on the bench, he quickly tested the keys. Smiling, he turned around, but his eyes were only on me.
I was much the same… naturally.
"My love," he said and I smiled. I felt that this song was going to make me cry… or perhaps it would be his words that started it. "Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars—points of light and reason… And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty…. but there was also a sense of love and belonging… of completion. I love you, my Bella. More than I thought I could ever love a woman. More than anything else in the world… and I hope this shows you just how much you have influenced my life and how much I adore you… how much I will always love you, my beautiful mate."
And then he nodded at Alice, who had somehow moved over to a CD player. She smiled at him and nodded back, signaling that she was ready.
At the same time, he took a deep breath and began to play.
The love that shined through in just the instruments was astonishing, and I found myself crying already.
The piano was beautiful on its own, but before long it was joined by strings… violins and the like, that harmonized perfectly.
But then, Edward took one last deep breath and sung the most beautiful and heart-felt lyrics in the world.
I gasped.
"I've waited a hundred years,
But I'd wait a million more for you.
Nothing prepared me for,
What the privilege of being yours would do."
His voice was beautiful, like a chorus of angels blended into one voice. Gentle as a whisper, and yet strong at the same time… slow and peaceful, but conveying such emotions… it amazed me.
I started to sob, just a little.
But then the instruments grew in momentum, and I swear I fell just a little more in love with my Edward.
"If I had only felt the warmth within your touch,"
The pure and utter love and adoration in his voice amazed me. The longing was there, ever so slightly but I could hear it. He was beautiful. His voice and the instrumental that came with it grew ever more, only to drop back. But it grew with each line.
"If I had only seen how you smile when you blush."
He smiled at that line, still not looking at me. But, god, how I wished he would. But then his voice grew to its strongest, his emotions tangible. He was crying; I could see that. I could feel everything he was feeling, and he was beautiful… almost enough to make me wonder why he could ever love me. But instead, I listened to his explanation.
"Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough,
I would have known what I was living for all along."
He looked at me then, and he smiled softly. I gave him a watery smile back, crying a little more when he repeated those five precious words. They told me how much he depended on me and my life… on my love.
"What I've been living for."
An instrumental came again, and the music was growing to a powerful crescendo of his love. I was crying so much that I nearly couldn't see him… but somehow, I managed.
The next words were all I had to hear… they explained everything.
"Your love is my turning page,
Where only the sweetest words remain.
Every kiss is a cursive line,
Every touch is a redefining phrase."
He blew me away. That this man could feel so much for me… I was gone. I couldn't speak… his words meant everything to me. They were all I could hear. Our eyes connected again, and he sung the words to me, so proudly that they burned themselves into my heart without my letting them.
"I surrender who I've been,
For who you are.
For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart.
If I had only felt how it feels to be yours,
Well I would have known what I've been living for all along."
I whimpered at the words, hoping that he knew that every one of them were how I felt for him as well. He was my mate, he was mine… and he was so very beautiful.
"What I've been living for…"
The music dropped to just the piano then, faster than before… melodic… beautiful and mesmerizing.
I was in awe of my mate.
But then, it grew, adding other instruments…
There was a dip in the musical pitch…
And then those last beautiful lyrics of the bridge.
His voice grew in momentum with every line, signifying that his love grew stronger and stronger with time.
"Who would tether,
To the story we must tell.
When I saw you
Well I knew we'd tell it well
With a whisper,
We will tame the vicious seas.
Like a feather, bringing kingdoms to their knees."
An orchestra of instruments grew and then dropped back, leaving just a few left until the song ended.
All was silent… but the soft, ever so silent crying on my part.
I sat there, unmoving…
Then I bolted across the room and threw myself into Edward's arms.
I told you it was emotional, did I not?
Oh well... I loved it.
Now... I wanna know if you did. So please review and let me know.
Thanks everyone!
bexie25