Breaking Dawn, The Other Side of the Story EPOV (Edited for clarity on 10/4/21
A/N: Let's get in the explanation why I am posting something new instead of finishing the two stories I haven't finished, and I am sure that is quite irritating if you are a follower of my stories.
A long time ago, I agreed to translate this story into a story that reads like any Stephenie Meyer novel (an ambitious goal.) It really is a great take on Breaking Dawn. English is a second language for the author, and I believe it had some editing, but in British English. Basically… It needs some polishing, and perhaps a little extra. Which I hope will buff up my writer's muscles.
Because the fic is canon, there aren't any event changes from the novel.
Indeed, there are two that need to be finished. Twilight with a Twist Part Two, and Covid Moon. Dang, life has changed so much since I started that I almost feel like starting over!
Anyway, it's been a year, and I had a house fire, my dad passed away, my caregiver stole everything I had. Trying to get my house back to normal when I have needed a new knee for a year and a half. Leading to falls off ladders, two concussions… etc. I wasn't able to write, and when I tried, I didn't like it, which does not help the original fiction, Celebrity Skin's manuscript second draft. Or finish the pitch and bible for a television series I have written screenplays for, Chance and Circumstance.
This seems like the best time to do what I said I would. Believe me, this is a long story, because it's EPOV. I will try to balance this with new chapters of my work. I completed this baby on my hard drive, but I won't catch everything! Suggestions? Send them my way. I won't change this from being Breaking Dawn, it's just more insight.
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer created the Twilight world, and Breaking Dawn is part of that world. The EPOV version of Breaking Dawn still belongs to her. Another author wrote this version. I own none of it.
Edward's introduction.
From the moment Bella agreed to marry me, I began counting the days, the hours, the minutes, and, yes, even the seconds. I have waited for this day for over one hundred years. I hardly believe my luck. This beautiful, fragile angel fell into my cold, hard arms, and she never wanted to let go. Bella, ready to deliver her soul in order to spend eternity at my side.
No, I simply could not believe it.
Our wedding day came at a snail's pace. For me. Bella thought the opposite. I had to remember that she would be my wife tomorrow, followed by a jolt of electricity whooshed through me.
I held Bella in my arms, and I listened to her heartbeat, my favorite sound. I only thought about her. Seeing her, touching her, having her so near me, that my dead heart was returning to life, beating in tandem, as it never had in my human life.
Bella decided she couldn't put off her need for pop tarts any longer. Needing to get gas, shoestrings, and those gag-worthy pop tarts. It had been several days since Bella dared to put a single foot in town. My beautiful Bella found her way out of a trip to town, at any expense. She didn't miss the looks and pieces of gossip that made our union the talk of the town. Morons taking bets on the reasons for our sudden commitment. Just as Bella predicted.
Alice showed me a vision of Bella headed to the gas station. It saddened me to see her slumped behind her steering wheel, then speeding up to escape the staring. I'll admit, I laughed out loud when a few tourists were passing through Forks, impressed by the car that Bella was driving. I couldn't stop laughing as Alice showed them taking pictures of the side of the car while Bella continued shrinking in her seat. Wishing the land swallowed her.
I longed for the moment I share everything that belongs to me with her. We had a long debate and plenty of complaints, and more complaints; Bella tried for me, and as the time hurled forward, she found it acceptable to replace her junky old truck when it hit its death spiral. Bella was not expecting TWO cars.
Hindsight? I did not plan the reveal well… not for this girl. The amazing woman who defied traditional… anything… the only woman whose thoughts are unknown to me, the only person… ever. Bella, of course, had a panic attack when I let her in on the surprise. The horror on her face gave away her feelings. I asked her after several minutes to listen to me, and ultimately, I could explain the reason for two cars instead of one.
I chose a Mercedes Guardian. This choice made sense to me but was hilarious to my brothers, and I had to convince Alice to help me get said car (it wasn't for sale in the United States, yet.) It was the perfect car for my trouble magnet. Missile-proof glass, four thousand pounds of body armor. Twelve-cylinder engine, and immune to small missiles and grenades. I know it was a little overboard. Alice even said so (AND THAT SAYS SOMETHING), but she knew better than to keep me from protecting the most important part of my life. She would leave her fragile mortal life behind her in order to become immortal like me. I didn't know what I was going to do with my thoughts when she was immune from all the danger she attracted.
Why would she want to, no, why would she need all of those features in one? I knew no missile or grenade would fall down upon her head. She hated the high speed, and mostly, she sat to my side in the Volvo. But I would not risk her life when I had the means to secure it. Selfish, yes, but Jasper was sick of my constant worrying about lions and tigers and bears, wolves and… wolves.
I kept myself busy helping with the wedding, instead of going out of my mind. I couldn't help but think about what life would be like without her by my side. Then, I remembered I had nothing to worry about… I hoped…
Emmett tackling me pulled me out of those thoughts. Beaming, I punched him in the arm.
'HA! It's about time I kicked your ass. Your brooding is dulling your senses, bro'.
A/N: This is only half of 'Memories', but I am looking to see if there is enough interest to continue posting over 1000 pages in total. Please leave feedback… the life or death of the fic depends on it.