A frost came in the night and stole my world
And left this changeling for it - a precocious
Image of spring, too brilliant to be true:
Cecil Day Lewis- A Hard Frost
He came back home on that Tuesday night. He'd made a promise to himself while in Denali that he'd stay as far away as possible from Bella Swan and her piquant blood, if not for what remained of his humanity then for Carlise, who believed so much in his son's control.
Although he would not admit it to anyone else in his family. Bella Swan was not the only reason he'd left Forks.
Amiyah. The girl who had barreled into his life that Wednesday afternoon and came with the knowledge of his true nature. And yet, he knew nothing about her. He was unaware of how or when she arrived in Forks, or even who she really was.
Those questions continued to swim in his mind throughout his whole stay in Denali. But it wasn't just the mysteries of Amiyah that clouded his brain.
Her dark eyes shone brightly in the dark abyss of his head. He couldn't help but think of the tug
Esmè had greeted him with an embrace when he returned. She was relieved that he was back, yet worried about the safety of the human girl. He didn't have to read her mind to figure that out.
"Edward"' His father greeted, him too taking Edward into a hug albeit briefer than the one he had just shared with his mother.
"We're all glad you're back. But are you certain you can resist the girl's blood?"
"I will try. I couldn't carry on with the blood of the girl on my conscious."
"You wouldn't have to. She would have been just another cold body by now if that girl hadn't intervened." Rosalie spat out bitterly from the bottom of the staircase.
"Babe". Emmet tried to calm down his wife by wrapping his arm around her waist.
Edward was confused, all he was picking up was images of
"What happened?" He asked slowly.
Rhe lounge was left in a brief silence, his family looked to each other all of them unsure of how to approach the incident .
Finally Carlise spoke up. "Yesterday morning. Bella was involved in an accident." Carlise paused to gauge his son's reaction yet he looked completely apathetic.
Tyler Criwret* van crashed into her car and was very close to hitting her, but luckily your history partner, Amiyah pushed Bella out of the way before she could get seriously hurt."
A pressure grew in his chest at the mention of her name.
"She was there? And she saved Bella? Is she alright?"
"She's fine, Edward. And so is Bella. I attended to them both and besides a few scratches they're in perfectly good health."
Despite Carlise's reassurance of both the girl's safety a tendril of guilt crept its way up Edward.
He did not understand why. The accident was not his fault in the slightest and even if he were at school that day there would be no guarantee that he could inconspicuously save anyone. His reasoning didnt stop the guilt from attacking him at full force and unfortunately for him Jasper could sense that.
"He's guilty." He informed his family, his hand unconsciously rubbing his mate's arm from the love seat they were seated on.
At that moment Edward couldn't help but feel a bubble resentment towards his brother's gift.
"You shouldn't feel guilty Edward." Esmè said comfortingly.
"There wouldn't have been anything that any if us could have done without raising suspicion, even if you were there. Luckily Bella wasn't hurt."
"You don't get it." He wanted to say out. "The guilt I feel isn't for my absence in Bella's accident but for allowing a girl whom I felt an attraction like no other put herself in risk in a situation I can't help but feel like I was supposed to play a part in."
Instead he smiled placidly at his mother and decided to figure out his emotions on his own.
"You're right Esme. I should head on out before dawn begins to break." He needed to get away from his family, just for a while until he gathered his thoughts.
Alice furrowed her brow, worried at her brother's quick change in mood.
"Where are you going?" She asked.
"Just on a quick hunt," He tried to smile again reassuringly. "I'll be back soon."
With that he was out of the house before anyone could question him more.
It was only when he was miles away was it when he could truly release his true feelings.
He stayed in the woods for hours trying to place his emotions. Whenever thoughts of Bellas blood would disappear, images of dark brown eyes would cloud his mind.
Amiyah. Even with the ability to read her mind he was still left in the dark. He could hardly tell if she felt the same way he did. Was it all one sided? Was she aware of her hild over him? Where did all of these feelings come from?
It was nearing dawn when he found himself running to a familiar part of town.
It was only when he reached her door and knocked twice when he realised that his feet had unconsciously taken him to the house of the girl who was unknowingly tampering with his mind.
The door was harshly pulled open revealing an irrate looking Amiyah. The force of the door opening had caused her hair, which was let down in soft tresses, to lift off her neck exposing her sweet scent to Edward.
Her blood was not as intoxicating as Bella' s dangerously was to him, and for that he was relieved. He could control himself around Amiyah. -At least he could control his thirst.
Edward clenched his jaw at the thought of Bella. He hated what her blood was doing to his animalistic nature. It was almost like what Amiyah's mere presence was doing to his heart, but he hadn't quite figured out if he hated it so much.
His mouth grew dry and he stood there watching her silently. She was dressed casually, a pair of jeans and a low (very low) cut tank top. She quirked an eyebrow up slightly in confusion and her lush lips pursed into a small pout.
' What the fuck?' He heard her swear mentally.
God. What possessed him to come here?
He wondered if she would find it rude if he left. He felt embarrassment eat away at him.
'What are you thinking Edward. Of course she'll find you rude.' He chastised himself
"Edward?" She questioned. "What are you doing here?"
It was too late.
"I arrived home yesterday and immediately received news about your accident. My father suggested that I pay you a visit and make sure you're feeling well," Lies his mind screams out. "but honestly I came over for my own selfish reasons."
"And what are they?"
Her soft tone momentarily stunned him. He had to recover his story before he ended up sputtering in front of her like a preteen with a crush.
"You knew about what Isabella Swan's blood would do to me, you had to. I need to know how. It's been wracking my brain the whole time I was away. You're an enigma, Amiyah and I need answers." He wasn't lying about that. He did want answers and her thinking he was here because of his impatience and frustrations was better than her realising that he came to her for no solid reason.
Her eyes were widened to the point of being doe like while she bit down lightly on her bottom lip. He noticed a slight rise in her heartbeat and before he could ask if she were alright her lips were pressed firmly against his and were moving slowly in a seductive journey.
The kiss obliterated every thought. All of his worries evaporated like a summer shower on hot coal. All he could focus on was how soft and warm her lips felt against his. He was not expecting it. Even with the access to her thoughts he would have never guessed that Amiyah would pull such a stunt.
Initially he was stunned at her bold move, after that fearful. He worried that he would loose himself and hurt her if he returned the kiss, but soon the urge to reciprocate her movements grew too great and he found his lips moving in unison with her own. In that fiery moment his senses seemed to have been seduced and he had lost the ability to think straight.
His high didn't last for long. She quickly pulled away from him, the heat he wasn't aware he needed ripped away from him in the blink of an eye.
She was embarrassed. He could feel the heat of her skin radiate from where he stood.
She raised her hand to cover her noticibly plumper lips. "I'm so sorry Edward." She said moving into the house and shutting the door closed behind her.
He was left standing on the porch what felt like hours but was only a few minutes. He could still see her frazzled state in his mind, her eyes clouded with lust, her slightly parted, plump lips and even the goosebumps that adorned her skin. He supposed that she wasn't aware that she was going to kiss him either. It must of been an automatic thing, not thoroughly thought out, yet he couldn't complain. His lips lifted into a crooked smile and after a quick glance at the pale sky he was off.
It was only when he got home hours later, seated on his chair in his room listening to Bach and he could still feel the ghost of their kiss lingering on his lips did he finally realise the reason why he had such intense feelings for the mysterious beauty.
It was the same reason why Carlise saved Esmè. Why Rosalie persuaded Carlise to change Emmet and why Jasper decided to follow Alice. Amiyah Walters was his soul-mate.
A/NOnce again. This has been edited on my wack phone so there has been very little editing done. I have no clue if/ when my laptop will get fixed so rip. I am writing exams now, started with my first physics paper too, so rip me. I am halfway done with the next chapter but I can't promise it'll be out anytime soon. Thanks for all the reviews on chapter 10! I love reading them and I'm super appreciative of every single review, favorite, follow and even silent read.