Disclaimer:
Me: You are not doing it right.
Edward: THEN TELL ME HOW TO DO IT!!!
Twin: No. It's a secret.
Jasper: THEN HOW ARE WE SUPPOSE TO DO IT?!?!
Me: You are a super smart sparkly flammable vampire. You figure it out.
Edward: I'm leaving.
Me: NO YOU WILL STAY RIGHT HERE AND MAKE LANYARDS!!!
Jasper: ………Edward…….maybe we can tie them to that chair with these.......
Edward: good idea! *ties us to a couple of chairs*
Jasper: RUNNN!!!
Me: ok. Fine. We don't own Twilight or the characters so we can't force them to make lanyards with us :(
A/N: Sorry, I'm about to take some stuff out of the book here for the conversation. Not that much though. I just want to get the basics down, but I'm trying not to do it word for word. But I didn't have to look in the book for it…..I'm a geek and memorized it. LMFAO
Also keep in mind…..whatever I say that may lead you to think there are vampires in this, there are none. So….yea.
Chapter 7: Lovers ever run before the clock
Edward reached over and turned the heater on, and then the stereo. The classical notes that filled the car were beautiful , and familiar to me. "Claire De Lune?" I asked, astonished that he would be listening to that.
"You know Debussy?" he asked, glancing over at me. I smiled. "It's one of my favorites." I said, staring out the window. The trees and scenery flew by in a blur as we drove 100 mph down the road to Port Angeles. The rest of the ride was silent except for the music.
When we reached the bookstore, I got out of the Volvo and walked inside, but something on the sidewalk caught my eye. I turned back, looking for the blonde blob I thought I had seen, but there was nothing. "What is it?" Edward asked from behind me. "I thought I just saw…..never mind." I said, walking into the bookstore.
I smiled as I looked at the giant room filled with books. There was every kind, from Classical, to mystery, to romance, to drama. Edward walked past me with a smile on his face, glancing over at me. I walked down the aisles and ended up looking at the romance section. I smiled as I picked up a copy of Romeo & Juliet—I had lost mine a while ago. I flipped open the book and scanned some of the pages.
"See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!" Edward whispered in my ear, and I flew around to face him. Oh—so we were quoting Shakespeare, were we?
"Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof" I said, quoting Shakespeare.
"Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, that one short minute gives me in her sight" he quoted with that crooked smile on his face. The breath caught in my throat as I answered him.
"Love is begun by time, and time qualifies the spark and fire of it" I said in a whisper.
"Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?" he quoted.
"You have witchcraft in your lips." I quoted Shakespeare's Henry V. By now our faces were about 2 inches apart and I could smell his sweet breath fanning across my face.
"I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say 'I love you'" he said in a whisper. I laughed.
"I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me" I quoted, before turning around. "Love will not be spurred to what it loathes" I muttered. I'm guessing he heard me, for he sighed at backed away. I looked through the shelves of books.
"I never did like Romeo." He said, finally breaking the silence. I turned to face him, astonished.
"What's wrong with Romeo??" I asked.
"He was quick to throw away his own happiness. I mean, right after him and Juliet get married, he killed her cousin and was banished." He said, rolling his eyes.
"Yes, but he died for her. That earns him some bonus points." I said.
"That isn't a very happy ending."
"Not all endings are happy." I said, staring him in the eyes.
After a while of silence, he mumbled, "They can be if you want them to." I didn't think I was supposed to hear that, so I just pretended like I didn't.
"Are you ready to go??" he asked. I looked at my watch; wow, it was already dark. I turned to him. "Yes." I said, walking over to the cash register with my books, 'Romeo & Juliet' and 'House of Night'. The lady scanned the books, and I started taking out my wallet, when Edward slid a shiny, black, credit card to the lady. "What are you doing?" I asked, frowning at him.
"I'm buying some books." He said, smiling that crooked smile.
"Oh, no you're not!" I said, angrily.
"Bella, just let me pay."
"You are not paying for my stuff!! I have my own money!" I said, taking out the bills. He took my wallet and put it in his pocket.
"HEY! EDWARD! Give me my wallet!"
"No." he said, smiling smugly.
"Edward, I can pay for MYSELF, so please give me back my wallet!" but by now Edward had already paid and started walking away with my stuff. I ran after him but tripped. I waited for the impact with the floor, but it never came. I slowly opened my eyes and saw—and, felt—Edward's arms around me, holding me up, with a smile on his face. "Watch it, Swan." He said before walking out. I followed him outside, and saw the same blonde blob I saw earlier—but before I could focus in on it, it was gone. I sat in the front seat of Edward's Volvo as he started the car and took off down the road.
"Edward, you should have let me pay." I said. I was still very angry with him.
"Bella, it won't kill you to let someone treat you ever once and a while." We where now driving down the road through the forest, between Port Angeles and Forks. "Yes, it, WILL!" I yelled, and at the same time the car slowed, and then stopped. "Uhhh……what happened?" I asked nervously. Edward got out of the car and looked down at the wheels.
"Two flat tires." He growled. "And I don't happen to have a spare…." I got out of the car and faced him. The damp air was freezing; luckily I had a jacket. I looked around at the dark forest surrounding the road—it felt strangely familiar.
"Well, maybe if I got my WALLET back, I could go BUY ONE!" I yelled, a little too loud.
"Bella, just cool it."
"NO I WILL NOT COOL IT!"
"God, Bella. All I wanted to do was do SOMETHING for you! You NEVER let anyone help you! All you do is SHOVE PEOPLE OFF! EVERYTIME SOMEONE TRIES TO HELP YOU, YOU PUSH THEM ASIDE! YOU NEVER LET ANYONE CLOSE TO YOU, NOT EVEN ALICE, OR YOUR OWN FAMILY!!" he yelled. It felt like he had slapped me across the face. All the color drained from my face, and as I looked him in the eyes, I knew it was true. Tears started welling in my eyes, and one escaped down my cheek. How could I think we could ever be friends? He hated me.
"I hate you." I muttered, and then ran off down the road. "BELLA! WAIT!" Edward yelled, trying to catch my wrist. I continued running down the road.
Edward's POV:
As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them. I don't know where they came from; I would never say anything like that to her. I was such a jerk! No wonder she hated me. I saw a tear roll down her cheek and my heart broke all over again.
Why had I said that? I had never even thought anything like that before. I couldn't believe that we were actually as least becoming friends—and then I just blew it up. All of it.
"I hate you." She muttered. She turned, and started to run down the road.
"BELLA! WAIT!" I yelled, trying to grab her wrist, but she was already gone into the night. I looked around at the dark forest—it seemed familiar, and I didn't like it. I didn't like it one bit.
Bella's POV:
I ran as far down the road as I could before I had to stop. I bent over, my hands on my knees, as I gasped for air. I heard something snap, and I whipped my head around toward the trees. I heard rustling in the bushes, and I took off running again.
I had a sense of déjà vu as I ran down the dark road, unaware of my whereabouts. The cold air pierced my lungs as I gasped and the wind held me back, like I couldn't get to where I wanted to be, fast enough. I just wanted to find something—someone, anyone. I thought I should go back to Edward, but that was where I was running from. Whatever was following me was coming in that direction. "EDWARD!" I screamed, but I was out of breath and wasn't very loud. I'm sure no one could hear me. I tripped and fell to the ground, rolling on the pavement and scraping my arms and legs.
That was when I knew why this was familiar.
The first thing I noticed were the black eyes—filled with bloodlust. For my blood. It was my nightmares all over again. He approached with a smug smile on his face. His blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, and he wore baggy jeans and a zipped-up jacket. He had another man on his side, who had an olive skin tone with long black hair.
The one with blonde hair walked up to me. "James—are you sure about this??" the one with the black hair asked. "Yes……." He muttered, and then looked back at me.
"I told you, you would pay." He said, a wicked grin played across his face. "I just happened to see you today in Port Angeles after I made bail. And your car just happened to get two flat tires out here." he purred seductively. I tried to get up, but he kicked me in my side. I yelled, but not loud enough. He grabbed my hair and tugged me to my feet.
"And your little friend just happened to say your name when I was taken away…..Bella." he smiled before he punched me in the face. "Edward" I tried to yell, but it only came out as a whisper. A humorless laugh escaped James' lips before he pulled something out of his pocket. Before I had time to realize what it was, pain seared through my stomach as he stabbed the blade into my skin, and slowly twisted it.
That was when I really screamed.
Edward's POV:
I took out my cell phone and called Alice.
"Hello?" she answered on the second ring.
"Alice, the Volvo got two flat tires on the road between Port Angeles and Forks, about half the way there. We need you guys—and Rosalie, of course—to come out here and bring some new ones—" I was cut off as I heard a loud, ear piercing scream from down the road. My heart stopped. No, no no no no no NO NO NO!!!
"Alice—call the police, Bella's been attacked." I yelled furiously and snapped the phone shut. I ran down the road as fast as I could, not caring whether the Volvo was back there. Not caring about my breathing, or my accelerating heart. Only Bella.
Bella's POV:
He slowly twisted the knife, and then pulled it out of my stomach. I screamed again. He smiled at me as he dropped me to the ground. "Oh, and, Bella....if this isn't the last of you, it won't be the last of me." and then they got in a car and left.
This is it. I thought. I will never see Edward again.
I thought about all of the years since I'd met him. Kindergarten—that first meeting on the playground. First grade—playing Candy land. Second grade—playing tag. Third grade—jump rope. Fourth grade—soccer. Fifth grade—the monkey bars. Sixth grade—beginning middle school. Seventh grade—boyfriends and girlfriends. Eighth grade—graduating next to Edward and Alice. Ninth grade—starting high school with them. Tenth grade—competing for academics.
And eleventh—falling in love with Edward Cullen.
I was wrong. On two accounts. One, saying that I didn't love Edward Cullen. Two—saying that I wouldn't fall for him. Because I was already in love with him. Since the first day I met him.
Right now I spent my last moments only wishing I had told him. I wish I could tell him I didn't hate him, and I wish my last conversation I would ever have with him wasn't ending with me telling him I hated him—and him thinking I meant it.
I only wish I would of told the truth. To both him and myself, before it was too late.
Edward's POV:
I ran down the road as fast as I could. The cold air whipped around me, and I jumped over some of the rocks at my feet.
And then I saw Bella.
She was coughing up blood on the ground, and then she passed out. "Bella!!" I yelled, but she didn't answer. "BELLA!!" I screamed, but she didn't answer. I ran over to her and took her in my arms. It was my nightmare all over again. "Bella!" I sobbed her name over and over and over again. Blood covered her stomach and face. I took off my shirt and pressed it to her stomach, not caring if I got cold.
I couldn't feel anything, anyways. All I felt was numbness in my body. I picked her up, and tried to search for someone—anyone. Someone to help Bella. The girl I was desperately in love with, who was dying in my arms.
But no one was around to hear my calls.
"Ed-Edward" she whispered. I wanted so desperately to tell her everything was ok, that she would be alright. That WE would be alright. I wanted to just let her know that I didn't hate her. That I never hated her—that I loved her.
"I love you," she whispered brokenly, before she faded into the night and became unconscious.
"BELLA!" I screamed. "LISTEN! Bella, I LOVE YOU!!" I yelled, but she had passed out. I pressed my ear to her chest—she was still breathing. Still alive. And, just then, an ambulance, police car, and my family came driving up. But I didn't pay any attention. I was desperately trying to get her to wake up.
"I love you!!" I screamed over and over. Alice came running out of the car, screaming and sobbing. She pulled Bella and I into a tight hug. The paramedics came over with a stretcher. I lied Bella down and they put her in the back of the ambulance. "Would you like to come?" the guy asked Alice and I, and we jumped into the back of the ambulance.
The paramedics worked over her furiously, trying to stop the bleeding.
"Lovers ever run before the clock." I whispered, before I started sobbing again.
A/N: Yea, so, sorry about that if you wanted it to be funny. Sometimes you have to have a dramatic climax and stuffs. It will get funnier. Also, all those quotes from the bookstore were from Shakespeare. I love his work! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! please top 5 get preview. Sorry I didn't send a preview last time.......by the time I was oging to send it I was already done and thought I'd just post the whole thing. Next time though I promise.
Here are the meanings(I think) of the Shakespeare quotes:
-"Lovers ever run before the clock." -The Merchant of Venice, By saying ever run, perhaps it means you try to escape the boundaries of time and escape the shackles that imprison us all. For lovers wish to be together forever and the clock is the final executioner.
-"See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!" -Romeo & Juliet, he wishes he were the glove on her hand so he oculd touch her cheek.
-"Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof" -Romeo & Juliet, the love is gentle in his view, but actually is rough and tyrannous.
-"Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, that one short minute gives me in her sight" -Romeo & Juliet, whatever sorrow comes of this, it is nothing if I can see her for just one minute.
-"Love is begun by time, and time qualifies the spark and fire of it" -Hamlet, love grows over time.
-"Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?" -As You Like It, has anyone ever loved and it not be at first site?
-"You have witchcraft in your lips." -Henry V, your lips are like magic
-"I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say 'I love you'" -Henry V, he doesn't know any way to say anything except 'I love you'
-"I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me" -Much Ado About Nothing, a man's owrd at saying they love her is as useless as a dog barking at a crow.
-"Love will not be spurred to what it loathes" -The Two Gentlemen of Verona, I think it means either love cannot come from something of hate(which is how I used it) or it cannot be affected by hate.....and they are complete opposites....lol