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It's sort of the end of the change in EPOV… I hope you like it… But warning- it is VERY short..
So without further adieu… this is
An Angel In Hell
Chapter 10
Life is a game of chess-
You learn the rules
You play by the rules
But sometimes you disregard the rules completely to try and win the game
And end up losing
Edward's POV
She fit just perfectly into my arms, the way I knew she would, the way I imagined she would. My entire being seemed to be abruptly attuned to hers. Like the very pit of hell that I had endured for all that time, all of the pain and burning and torture that continued to flare through my skin and veins was nothing comparable to the beauty and wonder that was the creature that was pressed to me. When I allowed my eyes to open after minutes of begging and praying for whatever God there was to call upon to just let her be real, let me be able to hold her and try to explain what I owed.
And there she was. Her chocolate waves cascading over her small shoulders, her smooth as glass and white as the purest snow skin glowing in the flame's light for a moment before it went out. I could see for the first time every detail of her body, the strands of hair that made up the delicate curls, the beautiful grace of the muscle that sculpted her body underneath layers of dress, the pattern of the stitching that created the red silk ribbon that tied only a portion of her hair, the way her eyes met mine when she turned.
I could still hear her voice soothing and calming my burning flesh, as for moments the loveliness of her voice distracted every living cell in my body, made me forget the pain that reminded me I was merely existing in the flames of hell. The sadness that tainted it when she spoke about her, past? As if she had forgotten everything about her life before this man named Carlisle. She said he had adopted her as a daughter? And that this man had bitten me to save my life? However, I knew he must have failed; I had been killed and sent to Lucifer himself. But she talked to me as if I was alive, that I was to meet this Carlisle, as if I had a life still to live. She kept me hanging on to that hope, that wish that was almost completely demolished when she didn't speak, that in some way I would climb from this agony and find that life, that I would somehow find her.
My mind constantly flitted and tortured me when she didn't speak, why this angel? This flawless, self-less, beautiful, amazing angel? Why was she with me in this hell, a place where the flames of the devil could lick at her untainted innocence and perfection? But then she would speak again, her voice singing to me, and I lost all thoughts of hell. It couldn't be hell, her, this angel, could not exist if I was to live in hell, it was then I knew that this life she spoke of, it was not life at all, it was a heaven.
I watched as she searched for another match to light the dim glow of the candle. "Isabella," her name was like air finally allowing me to breathe. Because, there she was, in front of me, as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, her eyes met mine and an expression of shock painted her face. Then slowly I watched as she struggled to speak, words which I so badly wanted to hear. But she nodded slowly and as I watched a smile graced her lips. I wanted to cry and laugh and scream but all I could do was feel the immense relief that she was there as it washed over me, "Isabella?" the word felt like honey on my tongue as I realized what it meant, she was here, with me.
"Y-Yes," her voice was even more beautiful to hear now as I watched her slightly smiling lips form the words. Even as she stumbled over the syllable I was struck with joy stronger than ever before in my life, and with that I smiled, more easily and with more happiness and thankfulness than I could ever thought to have been able to be felt.
I needed her in my arms, I needed to feel that she was real. I tried to move but my muscles were sore yet felt stronger than normal. But instead she slowly walked to the side of the bed, her eyes the color of melted butterscotch boring into mine. When she was next to me my hand tingled in expectation and want. Slowly I raised my hand, and all the while as I extended it towards her I prayed harder than I have ever before, to please let her be real enough to touch, to please to take her away when she was so close.
Every inch seemed to take miles as I reached for her, but finally I brushed her cheek with my fingertips, it was as smooth as it looked and equally as soft. I felt our skin touch and wanted to sob with absolute happiness as she leaned into my hand and for the first time I cradled her cheek in my palm, savoring every second and engraving it into my memory.
Keeping my hand still I slowly climbed off the bed and crushed her to my chest, she was real and I could feel her, every outline and curve of her body pressed against mine, every muscle that made my body wanted to feel her.
"Thank God," That was the only thing to say then. The only thing I wanted to say. I thanked God in that moment for letting me hold his most precious angel and for letting her be real, for not letting me live in that hell forever with only her voice. "Thank God."
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