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So no, I'm not dead, but I am however swamped with schoolwork, but ya'll already know that and are being very great with dealing with it.

To those of you who guess where Alexander is taking Arabella, you'll see if your right in a few minutes ;)

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Happy Reading.

He looked down at our entwined hands for a long moment before bringing his eyes to mine again. And then he ran his thumb lightly over the back of my hand and gave me a gentle squeeze before turning back to the small yacht. He pulled me onto the boat after him and set our bags on the deck.

"Alexander," I whispered, my voice almost completely lost over the crashing of the waves.

"Yea," he replied, just as quietly.

"I love you," I murmured and then rolled up on my toes to press my lips to his.

Chapter 38

It took me a moment to realize that his lips weren't moving against my own. I pulled back slightly and opened my eyes to look up at him and saw that his eyes were closed. I touched his chest slightly and he flinched back a little. Frowning, I studied him, trying to figure out why he was shutting me out like this. I mean, I thought he loved me back...

"Alexander?" I asked quietly, my lips nearly brushing against his again. I heard him sigh quietly and then step back. The hand I had on his chest fell away and I watched as he turned away and began preparing the boat.

"We'll be there in about half an hour," he said then started the yacht and my mouth nearly dropped open.

I just told this dumb fuck that I loved him and he just pretended like it never happened. You know, I thought that girls were the ones who sent out mixed signals, not guys. Apparently this one didn't get that memo. Suddenly I was pissed off, I mean, how dare he just dismiss my feelings like that? He had no right.

"You son of a bitch," I snarled and saw him freeze for a second before he steered the boat away from the dock and eastward.

"Turn this boat around," I demanded when he didn't say anything. At my words he looked over his shoulder at me and studied me for a moment before turning back.

"You should sit," he said in a detached tone. I took a step towards him with every intention of threatening him until he took me back home, but it didn't really work out as I hoped it would. As I stepped forward my foot got caught in the strap of one of the bags at my feet. And at that exact moment the boat tilted sharply to the right. Unfortunately for me, I was still standing near the edge of the boat. I reached madly for something to grab onto because I would go head first into the water if I didn't. A split second before my feet left the deck I was grabbed roughly from behind and pulled into a hard surface.

Of course this would happen to me right when I was trying to act all badass.

As soon as I regained my footing and my heart slowed down I shoved away from Alexander's embrace and nearly toppled overboard again. So when he grabbed me again, by the tops of my arms this time, I let him pull me away from the edge and towards the cushioned seats near the center of the boat.

"This is why I told you to sit," I heard him mutter under his breath as he shoved me down on the seat and I scowled and crossed my arms over my chest.

"I want to go home," I said grumpily and stared out into the darkness as we coasted over the water. When he didn't say anything I stared at his back. Did he ever hear what I said?

"Yea," came his reply and I ground my teeth together. This guy was impossible. Why was I in the middle of nowhere with him again?

Oh yea, because I'm in love with the idiot.

With a sigh that sounded almost like a growl I bent at the waist and pressed my face into my knees.

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About thirty minutes later I noticed that we started to slow down. I looked out over the water and was instantly mesmerized by the colour of the sky. It was still kind of dark, but at the horizon a faint line of orange and pink was blooming, and you could see the faint rays of the sun.

Without realising it I had moved to the front of the yacht and was now leaning over the railing. It was now that I also realized how hot it was. I was still wearing my sweater and jeans and I was burning up. I pulled my hair up off the nape of my neck and twisted it into a bun at the top of my head. If it wasn't for the slight breeze and the water spraying up into my face I was sure that I would have passed out from a heat stroke. I pushed up my sleeves then took the hem of the sweater and pulled it away from my heated skin, trying to get some cold air under the thick material.

I was fanning myself with one hand when I saw it. A small island rose up out of the water ahead of us. From this distance I could see the white sand of the beach and the palm fronds swaying slightly in the breeze. When we started to turn towards the north end of the island a small wooden dock came into view. What was this place?

"Isle Esme," came his voice from behind me as we neared the dock. I was so enthralled by the gorgeous island, made only more so by the sun that rose behind it, that I didn't catch on right away.

"Esme?" I said finally and Alexander cut the engine.

"Yup, Carlisle gave this island to Esme as a wedding present."

Wow, and I thought my parents were over the top with anniversary presents.

"It's so pretty," I murmured, bad mood momentarily forgotten. I heard a thump and looked over to see that Alexander had set the bags on the dock and was jumping out himself. He hesitated, then turned and held out a hand. Ignoring said hand I got out myself and took a look around. The sun was now peeking out from the horizon and everything was cast in a warm glow.

I walked slowly up the dock and onto a sandy pathway through the vegetation. At first it felt as though I was in a jungle with the tall shrubs and other flora. A few moments later however the foliage thinned and a house came into view. The stairs led up to a porch and the front door was framed with two large square widows.

Without thinking I walked up the front steps and to the front door. My hand reached out to the door handle but then I snapped it back when I realized what I was doing.

"Go ahead, it's unlocked," came a voice from directly behind me and I let out a tiny squeak in surprise. I hadn't heard him come up behind me, but he was a vampire.

I looked over my shoulder and was slightly unsettled by the way he was watching me. Clearing my throat I turned back to the door and turned the handle.

The inside of the house was actually quite large and looked only more so because of the light colour scheme. I stood in the center of the living room and turned in a slow circle. For an island in the middle of nowhere, this place was loaded.

"This way," I heard Alexander say and I turned in time to catch him disappearing though a doorway. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should actually follow him, I mean, I am supposed to be mad at him. But something about this place made it really hard for me to stay that way, so with a quiet sigh I went after him.

I saw him standing at a door down the hall and he disappeared inside it once he saw me. I stepped inside and was struck by the beauty of the room before me. The large room was done completely in white, and had an enormous white bed in the center with billowy white mosquito netting.

What really caught my attention was the far wall of the room; it was mostly glass, and gave the occupant a stunning view of the beach just a few yards away. I walked over and pushed open the French door that opened right onto the white sand. At this point the sun was hovering just over the horizon and a smile touched my lips at the view in front of me.

Still smiling I toed off my shoes and socks and stepped in the cool soft sand. I had only taken a few steps out when I heard Alexander speak from behind me.

"You should probably sleep, or something," he said and I turned around to see him standing at the door, shifting on his feet. I gave a slight nod and looked away. From my peripheral vision I saw him take a step towards me, hesitate, then step back. When he walked back into the room and out into the hallway, shutting the bedroom door behind him, I released the breath I hadn't been aware I was holding.

I walked back inside, leaving the door open to the soft breeze, and dropped down onto the bed. I laid on my stomach for a moment before flipping onto my back. Though I tried, I couldn't sleep. It was probably this heat, I thought and sat up. Shooting a quick look at the door to make sure it was closed I pulled my sweater off, and the tank top soon followed. In another moment my jeans also came off.

Standing in my pink underwear and Hello Kitty bra, I sighed in relief. Dropping back down onto the comforters, I stared up at the ceiling. Minutes passed and I sat up again. This wasn't working. I clearly wasn't going to sleep right now. I looked out onto the beach again and decided that I wanted to do some exploring instead.

I got up and then looked disdainfully at the sweater and jeans tossed carelessly on the floor. There was no way that I was putting those back on, I'd bake. I sighed and bent over to pick up the jeans when my enormous duffle caught my eye. It was sitting in the corner of the room, probably where Alexander had put it.

I straightened up and walked over to it. Hefting it up I set it on the bed then opened it up, and sure enough, crammed inside were pairs of little cotton shorts, and a bunch of tank tops. Staring at the contents of the bag I wondered if Alexander had packed them himself.

But then I rooted deeper into the bag and came up with pairs of underwear and lingerie, most of which I was pretty sure I didn't buy.

Okay, so maybe Alexander didn't pack this himself.

At the bottom was a large string bag. I pulled it out and opened it up as well and dumped the contents out onto the bed. I looked down at the numerous bikinis that were scattered on the bed and realized that there wasn't a single one-piece in the mix. And the ones that I didn't recognize from my own wardrobe still had tags on them.

I picked up a pair of bottoms which had barely enough material to cover my crotch and I immediately knew who was responsible for this.

Rosalie.

There was no other explanation.

I sat there staring at the pile of revealing swimwear and scanty lingerie for a moment before I noticed a piece of paper in the midst of it all. I reached out and picked up the hot pink sticky note.

Have fun kid ;)

A stared at the note and a reluctant smile appeared on my face. I was going to kill Rosalie when we got back. I crumpled up the note and threw it over my shoulder then picked up a lacy black teddy that was nearly completely see-through.

What exactly did Rosalie think was going to happen on this little trip?

I grinned and shook my head, dropping the teddy back on the bed, and stood up. I grabbed a pair of light green plaid shorts and a white tank top, then shoved everything else back into the duffle. I was zipping it up when I hesitated for a moment, biting my lip. I then up-zipped the bag and pulled out a navy blue bikini top. Confirming that it was in fact one of my own and not one that Rosalie bought for me, I rooted around for the bottoms. I eventually ended up emptying the bag again to find them then had to put everything back.

I started to unclasp my bra but looked out the open door that led out to the beach and grabbed the bikini before walking over into the adjoining bathroom.

A moment later I came back out, tying the halter-styled bikini top at the nape of my neck. I studied myself in the mirror and then pulled on the soft cotton shorts and tank top. I looked at myself in the mirror again and studied the amount of skin the short shorts and tank top exposed. I looked outside and noticed that the sun was now shining brightly.

I walked back to the duffel and searched through the side pockets and found what I was looking for; two large bottles of sunscreen. I also found a bag of makeup, full of water-proof products. I laughed quietly at that then put it back.

After covering myself with sunscreen, I was finally ready to go out. Though I found four pairs of flip flops and two pairs of sandals also in the side pockets of the large duffle, I decided to go out barefoot.

When my feet touched the cool sand I nearly shivered at the feeling. I padded silently down to the beach and stood looking out over the water that was now beautiful shade of blue. The sun was shining brightly so I had to shield my eyes against the glare. I heard birds call from somewhere back on the island and I saw what might have been either a dolphin or a porpoises jump out of the water a short distance away.

Without thinking much about it I drew my top off and dropped it on the sandy beach, my shorts following suit. Pulling my hair out of its bun, I walked forward and dipped my toes into the water and was surprised to find it warm.

I waded out a few paces so that I was knee deep in the water and drifted my fingertips on the surface, moving in deeper until I was submerged to my waist. I looked down into the clear water at my distorted toes and touched my palms to the surface of the water.

The birds from earlier called again and I looked up to see them flying overhead. A short distance away two porpoises played in the water. I took a step towards them and they turned to look at me. A moment later they began to swim closer to where I was and I smiled, holding out a hand, waiting for one of them to bump into it.

But suddenly they stopped and sped away, splashing me with their tails. At first I thought they were playing, but then I looked over my shoulder and noticed the man standing on the beach. He was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a tight white wife beater. The sun had his skin sparkling and without completely registering it, I began to walk back towards the shore.

I stood on the white sand, water dripping off my body and off the tips of my hair. I gathered my hair in my hands and leaned over to wring it out, keeping my eyes on the sand at Alexander's feet and off his muscular chest. After about five minutes of wringing my hair I tossed it over my shoulder and scratched my side idly.

Neither of us spoke.

I cleared my throat, shifting my weight, and then took a chance and brought my eyes up to his face. The intense way he was staring at me confused me at first, but when his eyes dropped to my chest then down my body I felt myself flush.

I looked around, trying to locate my shorts and tank, and found them a few meters away. Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear I shot him a quick look, then gave his chest a longer one before I walked over to my clothes.

I suppose in hindsight I shouldn't have bent over the way I did to pick up my tank with him standing right behind me, but I didn't realize it until I heard his growl. I was just turning around to see what was wrong when a cold arm wrapped around my waist from behind. I was yanked back into his hard chest and I dropped my top again, shuddering at the feel of him against my heated skin.

I felt him press his lips against my neck, and then I felt him scrape his teeth along it, sending goosebumps down my arms.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I heard him chant quietly against my skin and then he whipped me around to pull me against his chest. I looked up at him and saw that he was glaring at me. What the hell did I do?

"Alex—"

Before I could finish what I was about to say he wound his arms tightly around my back and crushed his lips down on mine. I gasped quietly in surprise, instinctively pulling back a little, but he wasn't having any of that. He made a deep sound at the back of his throat and gave my hair a sharp yank that had my head tipping back so he could kiss me again.

And then I forgot all about being mad at him for earlier, because, you know, it was kind of hard to think when you were being kissed by Alexander Cullen.

I rose up on my toes and kissed him back, my hands sliding over his hard chest then up over his shoulders to link behind his neck. Pretty soon my lungs were burning from denying myself air, and a second later Alexander left my lips to brush his lips down my neck. I gratefully took deep breaths as he nipped at the skin of my shoulder.

I let out a shaky breath and tipped my head back and Alexander trailed his lips across my collarbone and sucked on the skin at the base of my throat. I groaned quietly then put my hands on either side of his face so that I could lift it and put my lips on his again.

He yanked me up so my feet were off the ground and so I wrapped my legs around his waist, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck.

I have no idea how long that went on for, but eventually we both stood baking in the sun, or well, I was baking in the sun, Alexander didn't seem to care. I was back on my feet, but I was still in his arms. He tipped his head down to touch his forehead to mine and I met his eyes golden eyes.

What was I going to do with him?

One moment, he's all over me, and the next he's pissed off at me, and then he's all sweet, and then he brushes me off. What was he playing at?

Was he trying to make me feel like an idiot?

I squeezed my eyes shut and sighed softly.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I thought to him.

"I should be asking you that question," he thought back and I furrowed my brow.

"What?"

"Why are you doing this to me," he snapped and I pulled back to look up into his face and noticed that he was glaring at me again.

"I didn't do anything Alexander," I nearly shouted, at my wits end with his fricking PMSing emotions.

"You think this is nothing?" he growled and snapped the strap of my bikini top.

"I'm wearing a fucking swimsuit because I went fucking swimming," I growled back and shoved him away from me. Of all the fricking nerve.

"Do you have any idea how fucking insane it makes me to see you parading around and bending over like that half naked? It's already hard enough for me to do the right thing but I'm fucking trying, so you could at least try and make this easier for me."

Wait, did he just say that he was trying to do the right thing?

"What right thing?" I asked and he looked away and rubbed his forehead with his palm.

"Nothing."

"No, tell me. What is it that you're trying to do?" I repeated, though I was starting to get an idea of what may be going on.

"I said nothing," he snarled between clenched teeth and then he disappeared into the house in a blur of grey and a flurry of white sand. I thought about letting him go and sulking on the beach but then dismissed the idea.

He got out of explaining himself earlier, but he wasn't getting away that easily this time. Picking up my shorts and tank I ran towards the big white room. Once I was inside I grabbed a towel from my duffle and dried off quickly before putting the shorts and tank back on. I ran down the hall and to the living room, but he wasn't there. Ditto with the other rooms in the house. Without much other choice, I portaled out and around the island.

Eventually I found him sitting at a rocky cove at the west end of the island. He was mumbling something, but it was too quiet to pick up. His fist was clenched tight, and when he opened it, powdery grey dust fell to the ground. At first I thought it was just sand, but then he picked up a large rock and closed his fist around it. A few seconds later he opened his fist again and the powdered remains of the rock sprinkled to the floor.

He picked up another large rock, but this time instead of crushing it he hurtled it into the ocean, and it flew out so far that I couldn't even see where it hit the water. He swore loudly then dropped his head into his hands.

I came out of the portal and didn't even hesitate before grabbing a pair of flip flops and running out of the house and into the lush vegetation of the island.

I was about half way to the rocky cove when my foot caught on something and I went sprawling on the ground. I cursed quietly and sat up to inspect my scrapped knee. I was just about to get up when I spotted something moving right next to where my hand was. I took a closer look at it, then sucked in a deep breath and screamed.

Tada!

This chapter was a kind of hard because I had to refer back to Breaking Dawn a couple of times so that I could get a lot of the stuff on Isle Esme. And even though that helped a lot, much of this was what I assumed would also be on the island. So I guess in that way it was kinda fun as well :)

Butttttttttttttttttt anyways, stay tuned for the next chapter!

And again, hope you had an AMAZING birthday sportygal101. Sorry again that I couldn't get this up yesterday :( But I hope you like your belated birthday present :)

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