Hey guys I've missed you! Don't you just hate school?! Well This was relatively difficult to write… I would suggest you listen to the song "Somewhere" by within temptation… sort of goes with the rest of the story… I don't seem very excited now do i…. lol I'm tired… lol enjoy!
Disclaimer: To tired to be Stephanie Meyer…
"Edward?" she asked incredulously. Carlisle nodded, unsure of her reaction. "But tha- that's impossible… Isn't it?"
Carlisle remained silent. Finally he looked into the eyes of the teenager who had become like a second daughter to him. "Would you rather be mated to anyone else?" he said.
Suddenly realization flooded her deep brown eyes and Bella ran her slender fingers through her long hair. "Of course." She pulled out her dagger and pointed the tip on the stone walls, keeping her hands busy while her mind thought rapidly. "That's why he avoided me after his ceremony," she murmured. Then images of Edward smiling affectionately at her for the past four years flooded her mind. They were all loving, but the more recent ones, they held something different. Wanting? Anticipation? Both? Then every ghost of his touches seemed to return to her, like he was there that moment, placing an arm around her shoulder, brushing hair from her eyes, taking her hand. Bella smiled. She returned the dagger to its hilt and left the moonlit courtyard, forgetting Carlisle entirely.
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She raced to Edward's chambers, grinning ear from ear. She unconsciously grabbed her wrist with her other hand, brought it up to her lips and kissed the leather band, Edward had given her for her thirteenth birthday softly. When she reached one of the outdoor hallways she barely noticed a figure practicing sword formations slowly. Impossibly, her smile grew.
Bella watched as Edward moved swiftly. He looked like he was dancing, so graceful, so beautiful. Then silently, she ran towards him and joined him in the dance, bring her own sword and dagger out from their hilts. He was surprised to see her but smiled nonetheless, so lost in her beauty he forgot that tonight was her sixteenth birthday. The soft clanging and shrieking of their swords, were the music, the beat that kept them moving. Bella smiled as she danced around Edward, and laughed softly as a soft midnight wind pulled at her hair. For about the millionth time Edward paused in their sword dance, and watched her beautiful brown ringlets, wave sinuously every which way. They were hypnotizing and he felt the length of a dagger on his neck.
"Damn," he mumbled in defeat, and looked into her eyes. They twinkled and burned, as though the earth were melting. His eyes roamed her face, pausing at her lips before once again returning to her eyes. Over the last year and a half since his sixteenth birthday he had fallen in love with her. A different kind of love than what they already had. He had had many nights where he would just watch her sleep, thinking about how wonderful she was, how energetic, strong, free. He spent as much time as he could with her, just to fulfill his need to be in her presence, to see her skin glow in the sunlight, to hear her voice, to get away with the smallest touch to quench the thirst for her warmth.
She breathed in deeply. "Why didn't you tell me?" she whispered.
"Tell you what?" he asked confused.
She sighed, bringing her dagger back to its hilt along with her sword, Edward did the same. The second he looked back at her, she had her hands on his face and lips just centimeters from his. "This," she answered closing the distance between them. Edward smiled against her lips, feeling pure bliss as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Her lips felt warm and cold at the same time, making a shiver run up his spine, and a flush rush to his cheeks. He stroked the length of her soft windblown hair and held her waist with his other hand.
Then much too quickly, she pulled away, smiling at him deviously. "Can you answer my question?" she said simply.
Edward shook his head, trying to dispel the fog she had created. "I- Je ne sais pas, belle," he said cryptically.
"You know I don't speak French, Edward," she replied slightly annoyed. "English please."
"I don't know, beautiful. When I was told, I was unsure and then at the same time ecstatic. . . then I fell in love with you and I didn't want to tell you because I- I was afraid- I was afraid you wouldn't . . ."
"Return your feelings," she finished for him understandingly. She leaned forward and kissed him again. "Are there anymore doubts?" she smiled.
He chuckled, ducking his head to the crook of her neck. "Not really." Edward kissed her jaw, and breathed in the scent of her hair. "Hmmm… I'm happy I found you in that boat. . . Come on let's get you to bed."
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The next morning Alice slipped through the house, finally reaching her brother's chambers, opening the door soundlessly. What she saw made her smile. The young couple, hadn't been able to stay alone during the remainder of the night, and they had slept in each other's arms. Then without warning she felt tears prick at her eyes, threatening to overflow. She closed the door just before an odd choking sound escaped her lips. She hadn't been held like that in nearly six years. Hadn't felt the warmth of a chest under her ear, the sound of a heartbeat. His heartbeat.
"Oh, Jasper," she whispered desperately, as though he were actually there, his arms open for her to launch into. She didn't think she could survive much longer without him. Suddenly memories of the night before he had been taken from her flooded her distressed mind, she felt like she could be torn in two at its clarity. He had told her how much he loved her, how he planned to marry her. She stoked the ring on her finger sheepishly. The diamond looked dull, especially compared to the first night where it glowed, even in the dark. Its beauty was dimming, little by little, day by day, every moment the twenty year old spent without her soul mate.
Quickly, Alice took the slip of paper out of her pocket, opened Edward's door once again and stuck the note to his door. She was careful to not look at the perfect young couple.
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Edward opened his eyes, and smiled at the sleeping form of his soul mate, his Bella. He brought his index and middle finger to her face hesitantly, almost afraid she would vanish the moment he touched her. He gently brushed her glowing cheekbone with the pad of his fingers and smiled at her warmth. He continued to watch her sleep and when she finally awoke, she closed her eyes again and smiled, kissing him lightly on the lips. She rolled on her back and stretched, then she paused looking at his door.
There was a note on it and they both curiously got up to read it:
Edward,
Your hunt with Bella begins today at noon.
Alice.
You know what to do… I really hope you do… lol
Make me happy! : )
