Well...here we go again! I am so sorry this chapter took forever to get up! I actually had it done a couple weeks ago, but last week my computer broke, and I took it to the computer fixing store and they told me it was dead. Completely gone for all eternity and there was a chance I wouldn't get any of my documents back. Luckily, that got taken care of, but I still don't have a new computer, so I'm having to use my brother's Mac...and trust me- it's not going well. Mac's and I just don't get along very well, thus the extremely late chapter. Without a computer though, I've had lots less time to waste, so I've gotten lots done for the story. So, here it is...chapter six- where Charlotte spills all! Can't wait to hear what you think!
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I didn't know where to begin. Edward deserved to know where my knowledge came from, yet I couldn't help but feel as though I should keep some of the Twilight plot details to myself. I knew that Forks, WA is a real town, and it made me wonder whether some of the other characters were real as well. The thought was pretty asinine, but it did plague my mind, and I was having serious trouble deciding what the right thing to do was. The right thing to do would have been not getting involved at all, I thought to myself, but even as I thought it, I knew I wouldn't have done anything differently since my first encounter with Edward Cullen.
"Maybe we should go somewhere else," I offered. I hated to make him wait for my answers any longer, but we both knew we wouldn't be able to properly talk about anything in a crowded restaurant. I also knew I needed a few minutes to gather my thoughts.
Silently, Edward nodded his head, and after he placed some cash on the table, we both slowly made our way toward the door. Edward moved like a zombie behind me; he was so clearly in shock that he had completely stopped pretending he was all right - something very out of character for him. I was surprised he wasn't zipping through the restaurant at vampire speed he seemed so disconcerted.
As we made our way out into the warm air outside, I once again grabbed ahold of Edward's hand. It was an unconscious motion, and I hardly noticed the piercing coolness of his skin against mine. When I registered the position of our hands, I expected Edward to pull back, but surprisingly he made no effort to take his hand away from mine. I wanted to smile and squeal with joy, however, I knew I needed to focus on how I was going to explain everything to Edward.
I led us to a bench that faced the river, and because of the late hour there was hardly anyone around. We both quickly sat down, not wanting to wait any longer for the inevitable conversation that was about to take place – the one that would most likely alter our relationship, and our lives, forever. I couldn't help but admire the way the moonlight struck Edward's perfect, beautiful stone face, but as soon as I looked up and saw the fear and confusion in his eyes, I remembered why we were here in the first place.
I took a deep, calming breath with my nose, and then blew it slowly out through pursed lips, trying to decide just how much to tell him. I decided to start at the beginning – the day we met.
"Edward," I began, my voice barely a whisper, so that only he could hear it. "Remember the day we first met, when I said that you reminded me of a character in a book," I continued, speaking slowly so that he was able to fully comprehend everything I was saying with his mind all out of whack.
"You thought my name before I even had time to answer," he interjected, and I could see a new level of understanding break through to his head.
"That's because I already knew your name. You see, the character in the book is you. I'm pretty sure someone wrote a book about you and your family."
Edward sat there, completely dumbfounded, frozen in time for almost a full minute. I was starting to worry that he wasn't okay, but then he spoke again.
"What do you know?" he whispered so softly that I wasn't sure he even asked the question.
"You were born in Chicago in 1901. Carlisle found you in the hospital dying of the Spanish Influenza. After your parents had already died from the disease, he chose to change you. Esme came soon after, and then Rosalie – who found Emmett a few years later and brought him to Carlisle to change. Alice and Jasper joined your family with the help of Alice's gift," I told him, the words coming to me much easier than I expected them too.
Edward continued staring at me, completely dumbfounded as I continued recounting almost every detail of his and his family's life.
"You can read minds, Alice can see the future, and Jasper can control the emotions of others around him. You only drink the blood of animals, and that's why your eyes are gold and not red. You are all indescribably beautiful, strong, and fast. You play the piano and compose your own songs. Your entire family loves to drive fast. Alice is a shop-a-holic. In addition to your Volvo you drive a Vanquish, but it's only for special occasions. When you stand in the sunlight, you shine like millions of diamonds are inside your skin glittering against the sunlight. You are unbelievably graceful. You can't sleep, and you don't even have to breathe."
I was listing off every random thing I could think of that I shouldn't have known, yet I still did. Edward couldn't even think of anything to say, and I knew I should have stopped and given him time to process my words, but they kept coming out of my mouth like vomit.
"You're pretty much perfect. You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen. You're incredibly smart, funny, kind, determined, and good at everything you attempt. You're amazing," I finished, and it began to dawn on me that in addition to telling Edward I knew all about him, his family, and his secret, I had also pretty much confessed my love for him. I couldn't hide the flush of embarrassment that made its way to my cheeks, but Edward didn't seem to notice.
"What's it called?" He asked abruptly, his question catching me off guard.
"What's what called?" I replied, not fully comprehending his train of thought.
"The book," he whispered, obviously still trying to except everything I had just told him.
"Twilight," I answered, my voice just as quiet as his. "I've read it 12 times," I added.
"I need to call Carlisle," he stated plainly, and then stood up. I sat staring at my knees for a second longer, not completely sure what to say next. Once I gathered my thoughts, I looked up, expecting him to still be where he had last spoken. Instead I looked up to see the dark black night enveloping the river, and nothing else.
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I'm SORRY! I can't help it though...I'm a huge fan of the hook ending. I have to leave ya'll wanting more! Please don't kill me! Let me know what you think! Next chapter- where on earth did Edward go?
