ok so i know its taking me a while to get to the action but all of this is important i swear. they need to be in paris for this story to work out lol
Edward's POV
Bella slept through the entire flight, not once awakening from her deep slumber, for which I was grateful. Thankfully, the first class cabins each had small curtains around the seats so that even during the daytime I was able sit comfortably without fear of being spotted. The stewardesses just assumed we were both asleep. In reality, I flipped through the many magazines I had purchased for Bella out of boredom. They were all uninteresting and lacked depth. Besides, they were all about the same things… 'How To Get A Man', 'How To Keep A Man', 'Tone Your Flabby Thighs', 'Diets That Work', 'How To Look Hot On A Date'… why did women read such trash?
I tossed the magazines onto the floor and decided to watch Bella sleep instead. She looked so peaceful and young as she slept. However, that little worry line between here eyebrows was still visible. I wished I could do something to make that little line disappear. Perhaps this trip would do her some good. Away from the fear of the newfound killer and into the city of lights and love. It seemed to me to be a good match for my little worrier.
Emmet would get a sick kick out of chasing a new vampire and I would call him as soon as we landed to look around and keep an eye on Charlie for me while we were away. Although I hated to rely on the wolves, I secretly hoped that Jacob's tribe would be able to get rid of her for me. I was afraid too much of this constant vampire fighting would drive Bella away. All I wanted was for her to be safe and happy, yet complete safety was completely unrealistic for Bella Swan for some odd reason. This girl was a danger magnet.
***
Many hours later the place finally landed in the Charles De Gaulle Airport. Night had just begin to fall on Paris, meaning that as soon as we got settled in a hotel we would be able to sample the night life if she was up to it. I gently shook Bella awake. "Love, time to get up, we're here."
She opened her eyes slowly and looked around, as if forgetting where we were. "Okay… I'm up…"
"Good." I chucked as she tried to stand and ended up wobbly legged. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders to steady her and led her down the ramp of the plane. Since we brought no luggage, we were able to make out way swiftly through the terminal and out towards the taxis. One instantly picked us up.
"Going?" The cab driver asked in heavily accented English.
"Le Hotel Meurice, Rue de Rivoli s'il vous plait" I answered. The man began driving and I saw that Bella was now wide awake, her face pressed up to the car window, taking in the sights in awe. "What do you think, love?"
"Beautiful…" She whispered, not turning to meet my gaze.
A Few minutes later we reached the hotel, a large, stately looking building. I paid the cabbie and led her from the cab and into the lobby. She looked around incredulously. I understood the look of disbelief. This particular hotel was the best in all of Paris and the lobby was quite the sight. Covered in marble, gilded paintings and mirrors, large crystal chandeliers, and a grand staircase. It was a vacation hot spot for heiresses and royalty from all over the world.
"Bonsoir madam e monsieur." The impeccably dressed clerk greeted us and slid the hotel's form a crossed the grand, wooden desk. I filled it out with my information quickly. The man skimmed it and tried a few things into his computer before addressing us again, this time in English. "Ah! Monsieur Cullen! How good of you to come again. The usual room, we?"
I nodded. "Yes the Belle Etoile Suite."
"That will be 7,300 American Dollars."
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"We get our own elevator?" Bella asked excitedly as we made our way up the our penthouse suite.
"Yes, of course." I gave her a quick peck on the forehead and gave her the keycard as the elevator doors opened. She gasped as the double gilded doors swung open. She was greeted with marble wall to wall, drapery of the finest kinds, murals depicting the calm, blue Grecian seas, chandeliers dripping with crystals, giant paintings and old French style furniture that was housed in several huge rooms. They were all equipped with large fireplaces and lavish wood furniture that would rival any fine, French palace. Only the best for my Bella.
"Edward… look at all this!" She exclaimed. She reached out to touch one of the many vases of flowers. I could see the surprise in her face when she realized that they were real.
"So you like it?"
"Oh my god… what's not to like? My mom's house could fit in this living room!"
I took a remote from the fully shocked bar on my left and pushed a button, turning on the rest of the lights. "I'm glad you like it love." I kissed her swiftly on the cheek then made a quick sweep of the suite. Just to be on the safe side.
After exploring the suite and finding it to her supreme satisfaction, she turned to me and wrapped her arms firmly around my waist. "So what do we do now?"
I looked around and noted that we were in the bedroom which contained a very comfortable looking canopy bed with an obnoxious amounts of pillows and a very romantic looking fireplace, complete with pre-lit candles. Beds plus an overly excited Bella is not a good thing. "Shopping and dinner?" I suggested.
"But-"
"You need clothes and everything and I know you'll be hungry very shortly." I said. "And maybe we could walk over to the Eiffel tower?"
Her face instantly lit up. "The Eiffel tower? Okay!"
Soon, we were walking hand in hand, sampling the shopping Paris had to offer. Very quickly we accumulated several shopping bags which I promptly sent back to the hotel. When we had acquired the necessities (cosmetics, shoes, dresses, pants, dress shirts, jackets, underwear, and even a flimsy looking lace piece… thing). Then we, or rather she, ate at a small café which overlooked the Seine river and the tower which was now sparkling with hundreds of white lights. Bella could hardly focus on her food, she was so excited.
Honestly, watching her sitting on this balcony in Paris, overlooking the city, smiling and chattering away about the sights yet to be seen, I had never felt more in love with her. This beautiful creature was so perfect, yet so fragile. The wind tossed her waved hair and her slim fingers flipped elegantly through the pictures of a colorful guidebook. I wanted at that moment to hold her forever, show her the world and all of its secrets. This felt too perfect. I was certain that I had made the best decision by bringing her here.
"So can we go?" She asked, already standing.
"Go where?"
"You promised we could go to the Eiffel tower tonight!" Her smile widened and she bounced slightly.
"But, of course." I left a few bills on the table and together we left.
"Edward?" Bella started, breaking the peaceful silence and holding tighter to my hand.
"Yes, love?"
"I really like it here."
I smiled down at her. "I'm so glad that you do. I thought you would."
"But do you really think it's safe?"
"Of course it's safe!" I put a protective arm around her shoulders. "We will be perfectly fine here."
Her arm snaked around my waist. "Okay, good."
When we finally made our way to the tower, it was well past midnight and the elevators were closed. A few other people were wandering about, but for the most part it was desolate. We walked under its massive legs and Bella mumbled something about a camera-I knew there was something I had forgotten…
"Oh… I guess we'll have to wait until tomorrow night to go up to the top." Bella sounded slightly crestfallen at that idea.
"No we won't." I told her, a grin on my lips. She looked at me curiously and was about to speak when I pulled her up, onto my back. "Hold on tight!" I gripped the lower metal bars of the tower and began to climb and a fast pace. I wasn't about to have her be disappointed on her first night in Paris.
"Oh my god! Edward!" Bella yelled into my shirt, her face hidden in my neck.
I knew she was frightened, but the end result would be well worth it. "Don't worry, love. Almost there." When we reached the top, I flipped us over the edge and pried a very frightened Bella off of my back. "Are you alright?"
"Y-yes…" She stammered. In fact she looked light she was just about ready to pass out until she realized where we were- that we were really at the top of the Eiffel tower. "It's so beautiful." I looked down, holding on tight to the railings. Then she turned to me and threw her arms around my waist. "Thank you."
I drew her in closer and kissed her. "Anything for my Bella."
"I just cant believe we're really here… of all places!" The elation was clear in her voice.
"I told you a long time ago that I would do anything in the world for you." I brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Then I kissed her. "I love you so much, Bella Swan." I said into her lips.
"And I love you."
so here they are in the city of love after a night doing romantic things. they have a lovely hotel suit and the next chapter is a bella pov. you can decide for yourselves whats going to happen =) review and ill give you a lovely glass of lemonade333
