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A date with destiny or death?
EPOV
I pulled my brows down in frustration as I walked in the large door to my house. I dropped my brown satchel that was filled with nothing but half completed music compositions. The house was quiet, all the Cullen's had agreed to leave me along for the weekend and go hunting.
I raced up the stair deeply lost in thought until I came to my door. There was a note pined into the dark wood. I read it silently:
She'll be there at 8:00.
AC
I laughed and then sighed running my hands through the mop of hair that was arranged in a messy fashion on my head. I opened the door to my room and walked in. I walked into my closet and rummaged though the entire selection till I found the perfect shirt.
The designer jeans hugged against my hips in a cut that fit nicely. I was starting to sound like Alice. I pulled on a chocolate brown button up shirt. As I looked in the mirror briefly I thought about Bella's crystal clear brown eyes. My shirt was the same color but not nearly as stunning as her eyes.
I shook my head and walked out into my room where there was a large box lying on my couch. I picked it up with no difficulties and started down the hallway.
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I looked at my watch on my wrist and read the time. 8:05. I was going to have to shoot Alice for giving me the wrong time. But then again her visions aren't always clear. I sighed and slumped down on the couch in the living room.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the chair. I pinched the bridge of my nose and took a deep breath. I let my ears take over when I heard a car pull up the gravel path.
I bolted up from my seat and ran to the door. I waited patiently as I heard the car door shut. I counted the fifty foot steps that I took to get up to the door. Her high heels clicked against the wooden porch.
She took a deep breath then knocked very quietly on door. I waited a second not wanting to seem too eager. Then I took a deep breath myself and opened the door slowly.
She was turned around and had her hand pushed though her hair when I opened the door. She quickly turned round and stared at me with large brown eyes. Her hair was down in more beautiful brown curls, and her lips where dressed up with pink lip gloss.
I opened by mouth to say something but nothing came out.
"Sorry I'm late," She said and the most irresistible voice I've ever heard. She pulled a smiled up at the corner of her mouth.
"That's fine, you actually just in time." The words finally came out of my mouth. "Come in please."
She walked into the house slowly almost hesitant about her surroundings. She put one foot in front of each other as she entered the main room. She looked around the house silently.
"So this is what it really looks like?" I looked at her as she gazed around the room like a child with a new toy.
"Yes," was all I said lost in my own thoughts.
"Your home is lovely," she said turning around to look me in the eye.
"Thank you, my mother is an interior designer. So all the credit should go to her, I will be sure to tell her you like it."
She nodded and looked away.
"Well if you will follow me we can begin the evening." I said stealing on last glace at her beauty then turned around and head out the double French doors to the conservatory.
There was no sound of foot steps following at first but then she followed. I opened both doors at the same time revealing the room lush with flowers and plants everywhere. The room was warm with the aroma of different flowers in the air.
In the middle of the room sat the small café like table that I had set up earlier that day. It was covered with a place table clothe and a piece of white fabric lay on top of it. There was a red candle in center of the table that was flickering.
There was two plates one empty and the other was filled with chicken, pasta and vegetarian lasagna. The rest of the table was filled with side dishes for my goddess to enjoy.
I stopped to wait for her reaction. She walked passed me and I quickly followed to her side and pulled her chair out for her. She sat and I pushed it in. She looked around the dimly lit room. Her eyes pausing to look and take in every detail of the room, then suddenly they stopped on the three flowers placed evenly in a vase in between us.
"You like roses?" I asked curiously watching her face.
She looked up into my eyes and nodded still not looking away. I tried so hard to hold her gaze but she finally looked down at her full plate of food.
"Oh, please enjoy your meal," I said gesturing towards her plate.
And to my surprise she quickly picked up her food and started to take bites of the food that I had made myself. I watched her closely memorizing every move she made and every facial expression she exchanged with me.
"It's……….," She seemed to be struggling for words, "wonderful." She looked just as shocked as I felt. Then I laughed.
"What's so funny?" She asked her voice defensive.
"Nothing, it's just that I'm not much of a cook and I'm surprised to see that you are actually eating it." She smiled slightly then looked down at her plate then at mine.
"Not hungry?" She eyed me intently.
I swallowed the venom that was building up in the back of my throat. Did she always smell this good? I was sure that her blood that smelled almost like plain air then I first smelled her blood. And the truth was I was a little hungry but not for anything on the table.
"Not one bit. I'll just watch you eat." She started at as though she was looking into my soul, like she was seeing so much more then what was in front of her.
We were quiet as she finished everything on the ivory colored plate except the chicken. I just spooned more food on to her plate and she continued to shove the food in her mouth and down her throat. Her skin spelled heavenly after she was done eating, once again only leaving the chicken on her plate.
I looked down at it and wondered why she hadn't taken a bite. I looked back up at her and searched her eyes for a moment then asked. "Was there something wrong with the chicken? Maybe I didn't follow that directions right."
Her eyes grew wider, "Oh no! Nothing was wrong with it. I am sure it was delicious, I mean everything else is." I smiled at her face and how she wanted to make sure she didn't hurt my feelings.
She realized I was cracking her tightly sealed shell and composed her face. I lean forward slightly and she remained still. "Then what was wrong dear mademoiselle."
She looked at me with soft eyes then smiled, "Je végétarien," she said, her voice in a perfect French accent.
"Ah, I see I apologize if I offended you."
"Not at all. I'm not as fragile as I look Edward Cullen."
I laughed but I stopped I saw her burning liquid brown eyes piercing through me like I just insulted her. "I'm sorry but in my perspective you are a small china doll waiting to be broken."
"Don't judge a book by its cover. Didn't you mother ever teach you you're manners?" She smiled slightly but the humor didn't touch her eyes.
"What are you?" I asked the smile fading from my face as the question came out. "I mean first you hate me and now we are making small talk in my house."
She just nodded and looked down at her lap. I wish I could force her eyes up so they would meet mine. But alas her eyes did not meet mine and the silence echoed off every wall holding together the warm tropical room.
"Would you like a tour of the house?" I asked politely and my manners paid off as she looked up into my eyes.
"Yes, I would enjoy that."
I smiled and got up intently to pull her chair out for her. She started walking out of the room and I quickly blew the flam of the candle out. I followed closed on her heels.
I showed her the whole down stairs and then we made our way put the large stair case. She laughed when we came to the cross but moved her face away from mine so I didn't bother to ask.
Finally we came to my room and she slowly traced her way around the large area. She walked over to my walk of music and traced her hands over the albums' spins. She kept walking then stopped suddenly at the end of the wall of shelves.
She stretched up on her toes to reach a CD, but she couldn't seem to reach it. I was there in a second reaching the exact CD she had wanted. I looked at the title of the disk quickly but paused when I saw she had pulled out of my classical collection.
It was the French composers of the 18th century. "Bella?"
"Yes?" She answered after a minute of silence.
"Have you ever been to France?" I asked turning around the put the compact disk in the player.
"Yes, many times. It's my one travel weakness." I smiled because I also loved Pairs.
The music turned on to Clair De Lune. "You travel a lot?"
She walked over to the couch where I was now sitting and sat down on the opposite end from me.
"Yes, I love traveling."
"For a women of you age you strike as someone wise beyond their years."
She shrugged and looked at me. My heart melted at the sight of her beauty. The way her silk dress moving along every curve of her body, and the way the sent of her made my mouth water, it was all almost overbearing. But I could handle it if I could stay with her. I had the need to reach out and touch, but I resisted.
"And where have you been Edward? You seem to know your way around a music store. Those albums are from the nineteen hundreds from Rome." I raised an eyebrow at her.
"Right you are. I underestimated you, for I am been beat at my own game."
"Thank you but don't be so humble. You have amazing taste. Most people these days forget the sounds of the classic and focus on things that sound like someone dying."
I smiled at her. "How so?" I asked, now curious.
She smiled then got up and gracefully made her way over to the selves of music. She picked a CD at what I though to be random. She stopped the disk in the player and put in the second one.
It was a band that I had enjoyed for the lyrics. The truth of reality poured into the screaming of one simple group of humans.
"You see," her voice cutting though the music made the song sound like a lullaby. "True music is appreciated and loved why making it into something real. This has hatred and reality to it. But that's what also makes it great." She smiled a breathtaking smile and if I had a hard I know it would be pumping hard against my chest.
"You are confusing me now," I the truth was she was. And I could even hear her voice to tell me the truth. "I though you didn't like this kind of music."
"I never said this kind of music. This is real it has emotions and feelings. It rips though your soul like you just lost the one thing that is special to you. Now Debussy never did that." She smiled again and I joined in.
Despite her judgments she turned back on the song that I loved. I watched her closely as she bent down and slipped how her dangerously high, high heels. She picked them up and placed them to the side.
She walked to the middle of the room and stood there for a minute as she waited for the music to start again. Debussy's genius came back on and she started to dance around the room. Like a ballerina, she was graceful and beautiful in every move she made.
It was so wonderful it nearly took the breath that I didn't need away. Her dress swirled around with her as she turned into a beautiful spin. I got slowly and stood behind her. When she had her hands out and was spinning next to me I grabbed her hands and started dancing with her.
She didn't mind me dance with her. In fact she even smiled at me as I turned her then dipped her down the floor holding on to her tiny hips. She was so breakable and didn't want to hurt to so I barely help on to her, to make sure I didn't crush anything.
She laughed and I joined in at the most beautiful sound in the world. The song ended and the next one started. It was Moonlight Sonata. I pulled her body closer to mine and she came with out fuss.
Her arms wrapped around my neck and I put my face in the hollow of her neck. She was to low down so I picked her up slightly and placed her bard feed on my shoes. I swayed back and forth with her in my arms.
I held on of her arms in mine and we continued to dance like that till the CD was over and the music stopped. She looked up from my chest dazed and tired. I looked at my watch and realized that it was one o'clock at night.
"Well I guess I better head home."
"Ya," I said sadly." She grabbed her shoe as I turned off the disk player. We walked down stairs together and I had my hand on the small of her back leading her down the stairs.
We finally got to the door and she turned to face me her face a mere inch from mine. "Thank you very much for the date I had a great time."
"Me too," I said breathing out onto her face. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. She leaned forward even more and her lips where centimeters from mine when the door suddenly swung open.
"EDWARD WE ARE HO-!" Emmett stopped have way through his shouts. "Oops! Sorry," I growled. Damn it!
"Nice Emmett," Japer said who entered after him."
I looked at Bella who looked like she was going to puke. She let out a shaky sigh then turned towards me. "Thanks again," was the last thing she said before she walked out of the door still in her bare feet.
I looked at Emmett and Jasper with fire in my eyes. "Run," was all I said.
"Oh crap!" Emmett said before bolting out the door.
"Not again," Jasper sighed.
I was going to kill them for ruining the one thing in existence that I wanted, and still couldn't have.
Author's Note:
I realized after reading this for the second time that in the previous chapter her hair was up in a bun. OH WELL! Death tends to change her mind. Maybe she took it down in the car on the way there. Yeah let's go with that. Lol! Ok tell me what you think. Bella's clothes are posted on my profile same with the SOUNDTRACK! Review if you like. You can just say hi or something I don't care.
PS: For any of you French Freak Fanatics (LOL!) Idc if I am saying stuff not using proper grammar I don't care. But am glade you do. You can make you story better but this is mine. I am still learning.
