Chapter 14; Turned…
Part one: the start of my forever with Edward
Bella's point of view
I whispered his name when he walked through the door, he was wearing a tux and his hair was slicked back but still had his "sex hair" messiness. He held a corsage in his hand and his face was formed into a nervous crooked smile. I smiled just as nervously in response, he laughed anxiously before walking towards me.
"Don't you look dashing?" I eyed him slyly, while brushing my hands over Edward's shoulders.
"You, my girl, look fit for an angel. Like you always do." I hit him playfully. He handed me the corsage then we bid our goodbyes to Charlie, "He emits so much tension, it's annoying almost."
"Almost? At least you don't have him doing that 24/7." I sighed, "He's just trying to be a good parent, saving me from the outside world, that's all." Edward mumbled something unintelligible, all I could get an impression of was, "He'll want to keep you safer after we get home tonight." I shook my head in confusion and sat back, this was going to be a very quiet ride.
Edward stopped in front of a hall, it was huge and grand. Pillars, which supported the roof, were decorated with tubed lighting, the marble it was made of glinted in the sunlight, like Edward's eyes. At the moment, I couldn't look at the enthralling emeralds, it hurt too much. I wanted to know why he was so jumpy, why he was so rigid, why he was so, so… not him. I walked through the ostentatious entrance, to an even bigger room filled with people; suddenly my sapphire blue gown didn't seem so out of place.
"Edward, what the hell is this?" I asked without turning around.
"This is Rosalie's parents' annual commitment ball, otherwise known as 'the rich people who don't give a damn about anybody else they're just here for the booze'" he winked at me. We walked in and were greeted by Mr. and Mrs. Hale. They were very kind and understanding, like Rosalie and Jasper. I smiled at the family resemblance, Alice and Jasper plus Rosalie and Emmett were delicately dancing around in unison; spirals, lifts and steps all done at the same time. It looked perfect.
"You don't expect me to do that do you?" I looked at Edward.
"No, of course not." I gestured for him to continue with an annoyed expression, he didn't. Instead Edward pulled my hand and dragged me out to a gazebo; it was, like the rest of the garden, highlighted with tubed lighting. I sighed; it was extravagant. We sat on the swing hanging from the roof. Edward swallowed loudly and wrung his hands. It took either of us a while to get used to the silence but then he broke it.
"Bella, I'm madly in love with you, hell I'm so madly in love with you I can't seem to stay away from you." I smiled at his confused expression, waiting for my response.
"Edward, I have to say, I have never felt this way for a guy in my whole life."
"Okay so now we're on the same page… almost." He looked up at the reddening sky then locked his eyes with mine, "I love you, to the ends of this earth." He cradled my face in his hands as if it was as delicate as a flower, then he let go.
"Oh no." I gasped as Edward slid down on one knee. He ignored my comment.
"Isabella Swan," he looked up at my through his impossibly long lashes, his emerald eyes soft but, some how, still scorching; like green fire, "I promise to love you forever – ever single day of forever. Will you marry me?"
There were many things I wanted to say, some of them not nice at all and others more disgustingly gooey and romantic than he probably dreamed I was capable of. Rather than embarrass myself with either, I squared my shoulders and caught his eyes, "You're serious aren't you?" he nodded with a business face on but I knew he was nervous. I stalled, pretending to think it over, I had waited for what felt like infinity for him to ask me and I have always know what I would say. There was just one thing to do; FIND MY BLOODY VOICE BOX!
I didn't know how it happened but it did, my mouth formed the words and out came that simplistic answer, "Yes." I had agreed to forever love Edward Cullen… well for at least as long as I would live. I wished for an eternity with him, I always have but right now I knew it would never ever happen. I prayed night after night for an opportunity to live with him, to see him never grow old because neither would I but again as I said, it would never ever happen.
Edward pulled out a ring box and exposed this tantalizing little diamond then placed it on my finger. I had no thoughts just emotion and let me tell you, if anybody has emotion sensing powers and all that mumbo jumbo, I'm secretly hoping they don't share the same universe as me. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him, and kissed him…lets immediately say we were caught up in the moment.
"BELLA, BELLA, BELLA, BELLA, BELLA, BELLA, BELLA, BELLA, BELLA, BELLA, BELLA, BELLA, BELLA, BELLA, BELLA!" Alice ran out of the building with lightning speed.
"Alice," I groaned.
"I have a new sister, I have a new sister!" she chanted. Jasper came out and mouthed 'I'm sorry' Edward and I smiled and mouthed 'its okay' back to him. We walked back inside and slowly made our way through the night… together.
(A/N: we're just going to skip right to the wedding… hold on tight!)
Part two: Changing completely
(A/N: Would you kill me if I typed the whole wedding chapter into this fan fiction? If you would don't read any further. Sorry if you think I am stealing her beautiful work it's the only way I'll be able to do a wedding scene by the way there are changes because Edward is human.)
A sudden fan fare thrilled through the soaring music. I recognised my cue.
"Don't let me fall, Dad," I whispered. Charlie pulled my hand through his arm and then grasped it tightly. One step at a time, I told myself as we began to descend to the slow tempo of the march. I didn't lift my eyes until my feet were safely on the flat ground, though I could hear the murmurs and rustling if the audience as I cam into view. Blood flooded my cheeks at the sound; of course I could be counted on to be the blushing bride.
As soon as my feet were past the treacherous stairs, I was looking for him. For a brief second, I was distracted by the profusion of white blossoms that hung in garlands from everything in the room that wasn't alive, dripping with long lines of white gossamer ribbons. But I tore my eyes from the bowery canopy and searched across the rows of satin draped chairs - blushing more deeply as I took in the crowd of faces all focussed on me - until I found him at last, standing before an arch overflowing with more flowers, more gossamer.
I was barely conscious that Carlisle stood by his side, and Angela's father behind them both. I didn't see my mother where she must have been sitting in the front row, or my new family, or any of the guests - they would have to wait until later.
All I really saw was Edward's face; it filled my vision and overwhelmed my mind. His eyes were a shimmering, burning green; his perfect face was almost severe with the depth of his emotion. And then, as he met my awed gaze, he broke into a breathtaking smile of exultation.
Suddenly, it was only the pressure of Charlie's hand on mine that kept me from sprinting headlong down the aisle.
The march was too slow as I struggled to pace my steps to its rhythm. Mercifully, the aisle was very short. And then, at last, at last, I was there. Edward held out his hand. Charlie took my hand and, in a symbol as old as the world, placed it in Edward's. I touched the miracle of his skin, and I was home.
Our vows were simple, traditional words that had been spoken a million times.
In that moment, as the minister said his part, my world, which had been upside down for so long now, seemed to settle into its proper position. I saw just how silly I'd been for fearing this – as if it was an unwanted birthday gift or an embarrassing exhibition, like the prom. I look into Edward's shining, triumphant eyes and knew that I was winning too. Because nothing else mattered but that I could stay with him.
I didn't realise I was crying until it was time to say the binding words.
"I do," I managed to choke out in a nearly unintelligible whisper, blinking my eyes clear so I could see his face.
When it was his turn to speak, the words rang clear and victorious.
"I do," he vowed.
Mr. Weber declared us husband and wife, and then Edward's hands reached up to cradle my face, carefully, as if it were as delicate as the white petals swaying above our heads. I tried to comprehend, through the film of tears blinding me, the surreal fact that this amazing person was mine. His bright green eyes looked as if they had tears but I only knew him too well they were not going to fall for his fear of eternal mocking by Emmett. He bent his head toward mine, and I stretched up on the tips of my toes, throwing my arms – bouquet and all – around his neck.
He kissed me tenderly, adoringly; I forgot the crowd, the place, the time, the reason… only remembering that he loved me, that he wanted me, that I was his.
He began the kiss, and he had to end it; I clung to him, ignoring the titters and the throat-clearing in the audience. Finally, his hands restrained my face and he pulled back – too soon – to look at me. On the surface his sudden smile was amused, almost a smirk. But underneath his momentary entertainment at my public exhibition was a deep joy that echoed my own.
The crowd erupted into applause, and he turned our bodies to face our friends and family. I couldn't look away from his face to see them.
My mother's arms were the first to find me, her tear-streaked face the first thing I saw when I finally tore my eyes unwillingly from Edward. And then I was handed through the crowd, passed from embrace to embrace, only vaguely aware of who held me, my attention centred on Edward's hand clutched tightly in my own.
The wedding flowed into the reception party – courtesy of Alice's flawless planning. We greeted the guests we had just embraced but now we could talk and laugh. Jacob wasn't present, which made me sad; he couldn't have forgotten could he? I mean Billy was here. Billy saw my distress as I paid no attention and stood on my tiptoes looking for my best friend.
"Bells, he thought it would be easier for both of you if he kept out of the picture." I sighed and fought the tears that sentence had brought to my eyes.
All the standard traditions were kept. I was blinded by flash bulbs as we held the knife over the cake. We took turns shoving cake into each other's faces. I threw my bouquet with atypical skill, right into Alice's surprised hands, she blushed for the first time in history and Jasper pinched her ass. Emmet and Jasper howled with laughter at my blush while Edward removed my borrowed garter – which I shimmied down nearly to my ankle – very carefully with his teeth subtly nibbling on my leg which sort of (and I hate to admit it) turned me on the slightest. With a quick wink at me he shot it straight into Mike Newton's face.
After the first dance, then dances with Charlie and Phil plus Emmett and Jasper then every body else in the room, Edward and I took a walk down along the concrete path to the little bridge over the river at the bottom of their backyard, alone. We strolled at a pace I was willing to walk in these death traps for shoes.
"So Mrs Cullen, hows life?" I giggled at his casual tone, Bella Cullen, just rolls off the tongue.
"Interesting, I just got married to the most wonderful man I have ever known." I smiled at his now evil filled face.
"Really? So what's he like?" so I started to play his little game.
"He has the most gorgeous green eyes that you could look into forever and never get lost, his hair is the most luscious colour of bronze, and his face is perfectly angular. His kisses are to absolutely die for, you can't think straight when he is in close proximity of you. His smile is full but crooked, and his body," I chuckled, "Let's say it can't keep my hands off him." I blushed.
"Hmm… he sounds attention-grabbing, he also sounds familiar," he laughed, it was soft and joyous, "It sounds very much like me, I wonder why?" he asked rhetorically, "It just so happens that I got married today!" he exclaimed.
"Congratulations, what's she like?" I smiled we were still playing this silly game.
"She's pale but that's contrasted with her brown hair and chocolate eyes. Her lips are plump and full, her smile is captivating, her kisses are like and angel, her face is exactly like one of those swimsuit model type faces although if you know her better you know she is the brainiest person on the block. You know what else?" he looked at me pryingly.
"What should I know?" he reached out to touch me. He grabbed my waist and pulled me to his chest.
"I can't let her go."
He kissed me, it was much, much more intoxicating than any of the others; it was passionate and slow building yet urgent and rough at the same time. He grasped me with two hands, and held me tightly; I placed my hands at his neck limply only noticing the motion because I was pulling him closer. I trailed one hand down his chest and over his abs, he groaned with excitement. I knew he was restraining himself from going any further and I knew i was making it harder for him.
"Bella," he'd gasp every time we'd take a breath. And every time he gasped I answered with a groan.
Something rustled in the bushes, we stopped and looked expectantly for someone like Emmett to bounce out and spray us with silly string. When that person emerged I scolded myself for asking for minimum jail time as James' penalty. There was definitely some thing wrong, his eyes were blood red, there was some emotion I couldn't quite pin in them before I could even scream he was next to me and he bit into my neck. That was when the burning sensation started.
James' point of view:
I had her, her beautiful body next to mine, she was in pain. I could tell, I remembered well what it was like. Edward's eyes were wide and I thought if I was changing her I might as well changed him too. So I did, I bit into his neck then fought against the frenzy that had begun. The rest of the Cullens were coming down the concrete path, when they saw the newly weds writhing in pain, then me holding them both, they were filled with rage. The pixie was first to move she advanced on me but I knew her struggles were useless, I changed her. One by one, they were in my arms and screaming; only Bella remained silent. If it wasn't that I could hear her heart it would've thought I had killed her.
Bella's point of view:
The burning was unbearable, I kept myself from screaming just in case Edward was holding me watching me die. I prayed for this to end, I prayed for whatever was happening to stop but like everything else I wish it didn't come true. I wanted to die, wishing was getting me no where but if I moved the slightest inch I was sure to lose control. So I didn't move, knowing Edward would only suffer as much as I did if I screamed at all. I fought against reality, which was pain and the memories that had lead to this, non reality was black and the pain was dull. I liked non reality but instead my body wanted reality, I could not believe I was so masochistic! It took me a while to understand what my body was doing; it wanted to be with Edward, as long as it was with Edward real or fantasying it could live through the pain. I knew better.
I had come out of my unconsciousness several times, only to hear a strange yet familiar sound ringing in my ears. It was conversation, it was two of the most exquisite voices I had heard my whole life.
"How long Alice?" a deeper, more male voice asked.
"Not long, see my vision is getting clearer." The voice that supposedly belonged to Alice chimed. Her voice was too melodic for her, too sweet.
"Alice I can see, mind reader, remember?"
"Whatever you say, Edward," EDWARD! Now I remember! "She smiled! When I said your name, she smiled! Did you see?"
"How could I nor? My eyes haven't left her face since I woke up." His voice moved in close to my ear, "Isabella Marie Cullen, wake up this instant!" he whispered.
"Wow, wow, wow! Edward hold down on the love, I might be humping her soon if you don't stop projecting that lust, it is so fucken strong!" a voice boomed from somewhere. Apparently that made me smile again because everyone erupted into murmurs.
That was when I slipped back into nothingness besides the never ending pain.
Part three: Wake up and smell the roses
(A/N: do not ask why I put them in parts… I was thinking I could be sneaky and update three chapters in a day and not have to write anymore for at least a while. However since the New Moon trailer *eek! [Definitely not a squeal]* is out down here in Oz I think we should celebrate! Party at my place! Nah jokes… read on my readers, read on. *giggles at her parents who look at her as if she is crazy when she said that out loud* the price I pay for my people. This is just a little bit more of Breaking Dawn stealing sorry Mrs Meyer!)
Every thing was so clear.
Sharp. Defined.
The brilliant over head light was blinding-bright, and yet I could plainly see the glowing strands of filaments inside the bulb. I could see each colour of the rainbow in the white light, and, at every angle of the spectrum, an eighth colour I had no name for.
Behind the light, I could distinguish the individual grain in the dark wood ceiling above. In front of it, I could see the dust motes in the air, the sides the light touched and the dark sides, distinct and separate. The spun like little planets, moving around each other in a celestial dance.
The dust was so beautiful that I inhaled in shock; the air whistled down my throat, swirling the mote into a vortex. The action felt wrong. I considered, and realised the problem was that there was no relief tied to the action. I didn't nee the air. My lungs weren't waiting for it. They reacted differently to the influx.
I did not need the air, but I liked it. In it, I could taste the room around me – taste the lovely dust motes, the mix of the stagnant air mingling with the flow of slightly cooler air form the open door. Taste a lush whiff of silk. Taste a faint hint of something warm and desirable, something that should be moist, but wasn't… that smell made my throat burn dryly, a faint echo of the venom burn, though the scent was tainted by the bite of chlorine and ammonia. And most of all, I could taste an almost-honey-lilac-and-sun-flavoured scent that was the strongest thing, the closet thing to me…
Edward.
*Does an arm circly thingy, while chanting, "Bella is a vampire." Over and over* in your face every one that thought this was supposed to end happily! With all of them vampires what will happen?
Stay tuned for the next chapter of, (drum roll) YOU CAN'T HELP BUT LOVE EDWARD CULLEN.
And before you ask, yes there is a sequel! But if that goes well I will write a third story so there!
More Bella and Edward soon, xoxo