disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT. THE WONDERFUL GENIUS STEPHENIE MEYER DOES. MAYBE SHE'LL LET ME BORROW JASPER FOR A DAY. HEHEHEHEHE
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Bella POVI quietly closed the door to Edward's room and then took a deep breath. Whatever Jasper had to say, I'm not sure that I was ready for it. I already knew that it wasn't good, Edward had assured me of that. But what could possibly be so bad that he thought it forever taint my image of him?
I sighed and slowly looked into Jasper's room. He was waiting for me, sitting on his bed. He let his long blonde hair hang down over his eyes and face, looking downcast. He seemed worried or stressed; contemplating deeply over something vital.
"Jasper?" I asked timidly, still wondering if I wanted to hear what had to be said.
"Oh, it's you," he said, looking up. "Come in." I walked in and sat next to him, placing my hand on his knee.
"You don't seem well," I said. "What's wrong?"
"Can I tell you Bella? Will you swear not to tell anyone?" I nodded.
"I swear Jasper. You can tell me anything."
"When we made port the other day, I met someone."
"A girl?" I asked.
"A lovely young woman, no older than twenty. I promised her that I would see her again, but I don't know how I can make that happen." He continued to look down. "Do you think you can help me?"
"I might Jasper. I have to see if Edward…" he looked up, "will change his course." Jasper remained silent, still quite deep in thought. After a long pause, he spoke.
"Thank you Bella. Would you like to hear Edward's story now? I presume that is why you're here." I nodded.
"Well, I suppose I should start." He sighed and then began. "It started before he was even born…"
"¿Tienes gusto de ver a tu hijo? (Mr. Masen, would you like to see your son)"The Spanish midwife asked. He nodded and followed the midwife into the room with his wife. Edward Masen was a feared pirate throughout the whole world, and hoped his son would follow in his footsteps.
His wife, Elizabeth, weakly held up her child and handed him to her husband. After seven miscarriages, he finally got what he wanted, a beautiful son. Even though a miscarriage was a sign of sin he could never believe it. He loved his wife simply too much, and she was the perfect person, barely what you could call a mortal sinner. He smiled for what seemed like the first time in years as he held his newborn son.
"Edward," his wife said, looking over at him. He turned his head and looked back at her. "Name him Edward. Edward Masen Jr." Those were the last word he ever heard out of Elizabeth's mouth.
"Elizabeth?" he whispered, wrapping her name in the sweetest caress of two lovers. "Elizabeth?" he whispered again, this time a small tear falling down his right cheek. With that, he turned around and started to run, bringing his small son with him.
* * * * *
Edward Masen Jr. looked over the railing of the ship. He was five at the time. He wasn't sure what lured him to the sea, but every time he looked over the railing the ocean recaptured his attention like the gold attracted his father's. Edward was not a fan of treasure. He had decided that not all treasure was silver and gold, but love, like his mother and father had shared before he was born.
Edward was young but greatly matured. He blamed himself for the death of his mother. He had seen on portrait of her. She was absolutely stunning and Edward could see the similarities in their traits. He could tell which traits he had inherited from her and his father.
"Masen," his father roughly greeted from behind. Edward immediately stood up. "It's about time for this son." Edward turned around to see his father holding a beautifully crafted sword, just molded to fit his small hand and perfectly fitted for his tiny figure.
"Thank you father," Edward said, taking the sword in his small, five-year-old hands.
"Will you help me and the crew fight?" His father asked, face stern and serious. Little Edward nodded. His father pushed a small, weak man from the crew in front of Edward. "Show me." Edward hesitated. He had never and never wanted to kill anyone. Where had this stern father come from? It seemed he had never loved anybody, not even his own son, since Elizabeth died. As well as Edward, his father blamed his own son too for the killing of his precious wife. Edward hesitantly raised and readied his sword. His father nodded for him to continue. Closing his eyes, he thrusted the sword through the innocent man's heart.
"Good, very good," his father said. "You'll make an excellent fighter one day, Edward." Tears flowed down the small five-year-old's cheeks as he cried uncontrollably. "Pull yourself together. Be a pirate." As Edward watched his father dump the man's body overboard, he never wanted to see, let alone be, a pirate ever.
* * * * *
Seven-years-old. His father hadn't even remembered his birthday, let alone the fact he even exists. The sword fighting training was unbearable, he seemed to be killing to many people to count, even though Edward could only count to ten.
* * * * *
Sixteen.
"Edward," has father moaned. "The ship is yours." Edward couldn't help but cry as he watched the light fade from his father's dying eyes. Although his father had been harsh and sometimes unloving toward Edward, he couldn't help but still love his father.
Edward looked at his feet. He couldn't captain the ship. He was only sixteen. As Edward neared port, he was still unsure of his future. He was uneducated in all but fighting. He was legendary already at sixteen with a sword and a feared pirate; only known for his gruesome father. He sold his ship, La Maria, to his first mate. It was a beauty, a Spanish beauty marveled for its fine features. Therefore, it was easy to sell for hefty price, which gave Edward something to live off of.
Edward got off the ship and watched it sail away into the distance. What could he do now? At sixteen, he had plenty of life still in him, he had witnessed and challenged things others would fear. He needed something to. He needed the treasure he has known he wanted from the age of five. He wanted to be loved and share his love with someone else. A small tap on his shoulder alerted him to the very real world around him.
"Hello, I'm Tanya," The obviously female voice said. Edward turned around. The strawberry blonde was pretty, though not someone he would sought after. He nodded politely.
"I'm Edward Masen."
"It's very nice to meet you."
"Del mismo modo señora,"(likewise miss) Edward responded, layering his voice in a thick Spanish accent.
"Spanish?" she guessed. Edward nodded again. "Where are you from? Originally? Spain?" she guessed again. Edward nodded. He spoke English, Spanish, Italian, and French all fluently, but he found that all languages except English were much more attractive.
"He's Spanish?" Bella asked Jasper, quite interested in the story of Edward's history. Jasper nodded. "Oh, well. Tanya," Bella hissed. "What happened to Tanya?"
Edward was seventeen, married to the lovely Tanya. Every man envied him, he could barely go out without getting booed and hissed at.
"Edward, I'd like you to meet my friend, Jasper Hale," Tanya introduced him. Jasper stuck his hand out and Edward shook it.
"Pleased to meet you," Jasper said, nodding his head slightly.
"Satisfecho para encontrate tambien (pleased to meet you too)," Edward responded, also tilting his head.
"Ahh, Spanish…" Jasper trailed off. At least Jasper didn't hate him, yet. That was the first time Jasper and Edward met. In less than a year, the two would soon be the captain and first mate of the most feared pirate ship in all the seven seas. Jasper was a banker. Quite successful and happy. He was single and hadn't planned on being tied down anytime soon.
"And then, well, Tanya happened," Jasper continued.
"What did she do?" I asked, like a little kid waiting for the climax of a story.
"Edward caught her cheating on him." Japer looked down. "Without thinking, Edward shot her and strangled the man she was cheating on him with to death. That's when we both knew we had to leave. It wasn't safe for us."
"Edward, it's not what it looks like!" Tanya exclaimed. Edward slowly drew his gun. "Edward no, no, no, no-" Edward's shot was too close to miss. It hit her directly in the head. The blood pooled around her in gory amounts, like she was swimming in her own blood.
"YOU!" Edward shouted, stalking toward him. "You bastard!" Edward lunged for him and wrapped his strong hands around his neck. "I will kill you!" Edward squeezed his neck tighter and tighter until he could no longer feel the man's pulse.
"Edward!" Jasper shouted from behind him. "What have you done?"
"I don't know."
"Well, you killed him. Now you know. We have to get out of here beofre someone finds us with two dead bodies. Let's hide them and get out of here."
"We dumped their bodies into the ocean. He bought this ship and we found a crew. I was first mate, I'm not good with managing this ship very well. Edward's better at it. That's why he's captain.
"No one except you knows this, so it's best if you keep your pretty little mouth shut." I nodded. "Go see Edward. He'll want to see how you took the news." I nodded and left Jasper's room for Edward's.
"Hello," I said, tapping on his door lightly. The door slowly opened to a skulking Edward. "Edward! Are you all right?" I exclaimed.
He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into the room. He threw me on the bed and climbed on top of me.
"Edward!" I shouted. "What are you doing?" He was placing light kisses trailing up my arms and finally meeting my lips.
"Tell me."
"What do you want me to tell you?"
"Tell me you love me. Tell me you never want to see me again. Tell me something."
"I would never change my feelings for you. What I said before was true. And nothing from your past can change that."
"And what does that mean?"
"That I love you." With those simple words whispered, he attacked my mouth and kissed me forcefully.
"I love you too."
"Now," he said, pushing himself up, "We're going to Paris."
"Paris?" I questioned.
"Yes, I want to marry you," he replied. I gasped. "Bella, I'm taking you to Paris."
"Won't we get caught?" I asked.
"Not if we play our cards right." He winked and walked away. Paris. So dangerous for us to be there. What would we do in Paris, the thought excited me right there. It was Edward, I guess. I should have expected surprises. He wanted to marry me. But when the time comes, how hard will it be for me to give my self away when I say the simple words? I do.
ooh, marriage. It's a thing that i've feared since i was a little girl, and apparently so has the Bella in this story. Please remember, i'm only 14 so if i make some mistakes with the history and stuff like that, it's because i haven't been taught it yet. so, thanks. Please review.
Once again, i'm going to ask for a certain amount of reviews, and that will now determine my updates. so this time, i'm cruelly asking for 40-50. Please. You can review more than once if neccessary ;-)
