This story was inspired by the Westlife song 'Home'. I listened to it and thought it fit perfectly with Edward's feelings when he is away during New Moon. There is a line at the start of verse 3 (see below) and it made me think, what if Edward wrote Bella letters while he was away? What if he did, never meaning to send them, just to get it off his chest? This is what I came up with ;-)!
First fanfic, PLEASE review. (If you do I'll write more)
This bit inspired me
And I'll be keeping all the letters
That I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
I'm fine baby how are you
And I would send them but I know that it's just not enough
The words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that
Hey guys, this is the last chapter, so I thought I would do something a little different. So, instead of a letter, this is the Volterra reunion from Edward's POV.
Hope you like it, cos there's no more after this
Tell me if you have any requests for future stories, or prompts that I can use as inspiration. I love hearing from you!
Luv always (R+R)
Glitterb
p.s. Rosalie's words on the phone come direct from the new moon extra Rosalie's phone call and are copyright to Stephanie Meyer. I do not own them (unfortunately).
The wind wiped around the plaza, sending hair and clothes flying, and blowing a hundred human scents in my direction. I barley noted the burn in my throat. It would all be over soon. No more burning. Not thirst at least. By all accounts, there was plenty of fire in Hell.
As I stood in the shadows of the alley, I thought of nothing but the end. The end of my miserable, prolonged existence. The end of the pain. The end of me. But I didn't care. Bella was dead - the words stabbed my heart, though I had thought them countless times over the last 24 hours - and a world without her was completely pointless. Living without her was torture. But at least then there had been a possibility, a chance of seeing her again. And there was the thought that she could be happy, keeping me going. Knowing that there was no chance, that she wasn't happy, was unbearable - I couldn't bear it.
Rosalie's words echoed around my head again, effectively blocking out the mental chatter in a million different languages that I wasn't listening to anyway.
She's dead Edward.
I'm... sorry. You have a right to know though, I think. Bella... threw herself off a cliff two days ago. Alice saw it, but it was too late to do anything. I think she would have helped though, broken her word, if there had been time. She went back to do what she could for Charlie. You know how she's always cared for him-
That was when I turned my phone off.
Now I stood here, waiting for the clock to chime and signal my end.
I shrugged out of my tattered shirt and dumped it on the floor just as the first chime rang through the square, bouncing off the tiles and sienna walls and coming back double the volume. To my sensitive vampire ears, the noise was deafening. I thought I heard something, almost drowned out by the chime; a voice, hoarse but familiar, calling my name.
So familiar. I listened, trying to hear past the chime. There was definitley something there. I listened harder.
Heavy breathing.
Pounding feet.
Hands pushing against the crowd.
A heartbeat, racing with exertion.
A sound I had heard so many times before.
I closed my eyes and let a small smile play at the corners of my mouth.
Edward Cullen, the world's first crazy vampire.
My mind was obviously giving me what I wanted. Because there was no way that was really Bella's heartbeat I could hear. The clock was so loud, I could just as easily have imagined it. I could still hear her voice, calling my name, calling out to me. I let myself imagine, just for the fun of it, that she was really calling to me, calling out for me to come to her. I let myself imagine that I could go to her, that it was possible; that I could go to heaven, and see my Bella.
As the ninth chime boomed from the clock, I took a step forward.
"No Edward, look at me!" the voice cried, still faint, still hidden. Still just my imagination.
I'm coming my love. I thought, as the clock tolled again and I lifted my foot to take the final step.
Something hit me, slamming into my chest with enough force that whoever it was knocked the air from their lungs and almost toppled. My hands instinctively went out to catch them.
This wasn't right. I had expected the force to come from behind, a pull, strong enough to move me. And a large, muscled figure; Felix or someone like him, someone with enough strength to finish me off. The person in my arms was small, shorter than me, and slight. I felt long hair brush against my hand. What on earth?
I opened my eyes, slowly... and stared in wonder.
For Bella was in my arms.
Her head was tilted back, staring up at me with desperate, wide eyes, the same beautiful shade of chocolate brown as my memories. So much was in those eyes; desperation, panic, fear, exhaustion ... and something else, something I couldn't quite place - pain?
Her face looked different, thinner, more drawn; but still more gorgeous than anything I had ever seen in all my years. There were dark circles under her eyes, like she hadn't slept well. Her skin was even paler than I remembered, almost as pale as mine. Her hair was a mess, but I didn't care.
"Amazing," I said - reasoning that, since I was dead, I might as well speak my thoughts, "Carlisle was right."
"Edward," Bella breathed, barely making a noise, "you have to get back into the shadows. You have to move."
I didn't know what she meant, so I chose to ignore her, instead brushing my hand along her cheek. It was pink, as always, despite her unusually pale complexion. Her hands pressed against my bare chest, so warm and comforting.
"I can't believe how quick it was. I didn't feel a thing. They're very good."
I kissed her hair softly, inhaling the perfect scent that had evaded me for seven long months. My memories, though precise, were nothing compared to the real thing.
"Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, hath had no power yet upon thy beauty." I quoted, remembering our afternoon long ago, watching Romeo and Juliet in Charlie's little living room. The final chime boomed around us, but nothing could distract me from the angel in my arms.
My throat burned, aching just like that first day; her scent blown towards me as she passed the heating duct in Biology, hitting me so hard it almost knocked me flying. Thinking of her as a demon, come straight out of hell to ruin my years of self-denial. And giving me a reason to live.
"You smell just exactly the same as always. So maybe this is hell. I don't care. I'll take it."
"I'm not dead," Bella interjected, cutting me off. The sound of her voice almost distracted me from her words. Almost. "And neither are you! Please Edward, we have to move. They can't be far away!" panic was evident in her tone, as she wriggled in my arms, trying to move me.
I frowned. "What was that?"
"We're not dead, not yet! But we have to get out of here before the Volturi-"
As she spoke, I heard the distinctive mental voices of Felix and Demetri behind us. Spinning Bella around away from the sunshine, I pressed her back against the alley wall, and spread my arms in front of her.
Though the danger was still very real, and very close, I suddenly felt at peace.
I was protecting the one I loved, standing between her and danger.
I was back with my Bella.
Back where I belonged.
THE END.
