Chapter 5 : Enlightening
We stood at the edge of the night-black river around by our house. We were away from ear shot from the rest of our family. We stood there in silence. There was no sound between us but the gushing water and an owl in the distance.
I waited patiently, looking out into the dark untame forest. Though it was pitch black outside, the moon was a dull crescent, not giving off much light and there was not a star in the sky. Both of us could see perfectly.
I knew he brought me out here to have a private talk. The longer we stood in silence the more anxious I grew. Each passing minute felt like days.
Once more, I attempted to invade his mind to see how much trouble I might be in. No doubt this was going to be another lecture about my poor behavior in school, like Esme had talked to me about earlier in the evening. I couldn't tell how much trouble I was in.
I knew my parents weren't exactly worried about my academic performance; I've been in school long enough for them not to worry about my grades. It was more of the fact that my siblings and I are drawing unnecessary attention towards our family.
When it comes to Principal Green, our family is currently under a microscope. Besides the fact that my siblings openly date each other (even though none of them are related) wasn't quite enough to question the stability of our family.
There is also suspicion going around the school that Emmett is taking steroids. Since he is very large and muscular for a senior. There's also some suspicion that Alice has ADHD and needs medication. Rosalie did not do our family any favores when she got sent to the principal's office a couple weeks ago. And rumors started flying that she probably has anger issues. All because she threatened a cheerleader who made a pass at Emmett, backed the girl into a wall by the bathrooms and made the girl so frightened that she peed her pants right there in front of everyone. And then there's Jasper, who refuses to read a book about a traditional vampire called "Murder House" for English class. After reading the first chapter he actually told Mr. Berty that he can't read that book, it makes him have murderous tendencies.
Jazz got sent to the school psychologist who believes he might have psychological issues and keeps his emotions bottled up. It didn't really help that my brother had fun manipulating the counselors emotions. And now there's me to add to the list. A couple of my teachers assume I'm on drugs.
My siblings and I are not doing well to go unnoticed at school and appear to be normal teens. Who are well adjusted in our adopted family. Then again, everyone does know the Cullens are all freaks. Even the teachers are aware of that, I often hear it in their minds. However, Mr. Green believes we might need extensive help that the school Psychologist is unable to offer.
With all my might I tried once again to read his mind. I wasn't able to get much. At the forefront of my father's mind he was thinking about how after nearly ninety years of being a father to five teenagers, he's still faced with new challenges of parenthood.
He kept thinking about how he loves each one of us so much. How he doesn't have many rules for us and generally tries to treat us like the adults we should be, but will put us back in line when needed. Because he knows that my siblings and I are still very much teenagers. We often exhibit typical teenage behavior with our impulsiveness, rebellioness, attitudes, melodrama and rapid mood swings and he's aware that all of us still need parental guidance. Those were the only thoughts he allowed me access to.
Carlisle has been my father long enough to know how to conceal his thoughts when he doesn't want me to know something. Yet, somehow he still can continue to think of multiple things. I still can't understand how he does it.
"Son," Carlisle spoke calmly, turning to face me. "When I got off work tonight I received a very peculiar phone call regarding you."
I looked at him questionably. Not being able to use my extra hearing was rather frustrating.
Without another word I was met at once with the images of Carlisle's memory.
In my mind's eye I saw my father walk out of the hospital and into the parking lot. As he approached his Mercedes his phone rang. He fished it out of his pocket, looked at the familiar number, flipped it opened and answered it.
'Hello?' My father said into his phone.
'Hello, Carlisle. It's Charlie. Sorry to bother you this late.' Charlie sounded like he was speaking through gritted teeth.
'Hi, Charlie. I'm just getting off work. Is everything okay? What can I do for you?'
'Keep your son away from my daughter.' Charlie angrily said.
'Why did something happen?' Carlisle sounded shocked.
'Bella skipped her afternoon classes with your boy and now has a hickey on her neck. I don't want your son anywhere near her.'
'Charlie, let's be reasonable. They are teenagers. This sort of behavior is to be expected. If we forbid them to see each other they will no doubt find a way behind our backs.'
'Skipping school is teenage behavior. The hickey...maybe. But it's still a bruise. Then there's the matter of her swollen lips!' Charlie sucked in a breath. 'Carlisle, she looks like she's either been abused or had a botched job on her lips. The only reason why I did not have Edward arrested is because Bella claims he did not lay a hand on her. That they were only kissing.'
'On behalf of Edward, I apologize for all that. Though Bella is correct, Edward would never strike a female.'
His memory ended. He silently let me know that when Charlie calmed down a little bit they were able to talk and come to a conclusion, that Bella and I could still see each other. Though Charlie wants us to take a break for a while, he thinks we are too young to be this serious.
"Thank you." I whispered, he nodded.
I was grateful that my father talked some sense into Charlie. I wasn't worried about the fact that Charlie wanted Bella and I to take a break from each other. There are always ways around that.
I no longer concentrated on my father's thoughts. I was too caught up in my own. I was worrying about Bella now. How badly did I hurt her when I kissed her too roughly? How much more were her lips swollen than they were this afternoon? Was she hurt anywhere else? We had text before she went to bed, she said she felt wonderful and missed me. But would she really tell me if I hurt her? I hoped so.
"Edward, are you sexually active?" Carlisle asked nonchalantly.
"Yes." I answered automatically.
"Oh." It sounded more like a breath of air than an actual word. 'This changes where I planned on our conversation going. Esme was right, I should have had this talk with him sooner.'
I raised one eyebrow.
My father laughed. "No not that "talk". A different talk."
This should be interesting. I couldn't figure out what he might say.
Years ago, after he and Esme married they got quite good at blocking me from their minds when they wanted to. But that doesn't necessarily help when they forget to lock the door to his home office.
Not having many human memories and being sheltered as much as I was back then, set me at a disadvantage. Not only was I shocked by the sight before me, having no idea what they were doing when I opened the door to ask my father a question. But I immediately got yelled at to get out and close the door. I ended up running out of the house and into the nearby forest. (It was a very traumatizing experience.)
Later on that night Carlisle found me hanging out in a tree. He had a couple of medical books with him, he climbed the tree and sat beside me. As my father he felt the need to inform me of "the-birds-and-the-bees." It was a very detailed speech.
Fortunately, he didn't bring any of his medical books out with him tonight.
'I didn't suspect he would be exploring a sexual relationship while she is still human.' Carlisle thought to himself as he looked at the river. His "voice' sounded concerned.
Hearing his thoughts I felt ashamed. "Are you mad at me?"
'Mad?' Carlisle looked at me. "Why would I be mad?" He put his arm around my shoulders as a comforting gesture. "This was yours and Bella's choice. Not mine."
"Because I know your opinions about marriage before sex." I explained.
Not long after Emmett was almost over his newborn phase and he began to have other desires besides bloodlust. He and Rosalie began to really get physical. It was quite sickening. Their thoughts were gruesome as well and I couldn't stand it.
Carlisle approached the happy couple with the idea of marriage if they were going to continue "that" under his roof. Rosalie was more than thrilled with the idea of a grand wedding, anything to have all the attention on her. Emmett of course, went along with it to make Rosalie happy. Though he never imagined getting married he was beyond joyful to make her his wife.
When Alice and Jasper, already a couple for quite a number of years, joined our family. Carlisle and Esme wasted no time on lecturing them with the importance of marriage. Alice of course, already saw that coming. She was quite keen on the idea of a HUGE lavish wedding. Jasper on the other hand, had to warm up to the idea of human traditions. He thought Carlisle was rather strange with the unusual viewpoints on marriage and family. Usually vampires have covens, not families and mates, not spouses.
Knowing Carlisle as long as I have an as well as I do, and having access to his thoughts. I am aware that his view on marriage is one of the few things he held onto from being a pastor's son in his human life. Though he is a very different man and then his father was. More kind and gentle as well as compassionate.
"Yes. I do believe in that." Carlisle calmly said, giving my shoulder a squeeze and letting go of our half embrace. "You are not my first child that hasn't gotten married beforehand. Are you still planning on marrying her?"
Even though Charlie has no clue about mine and Bella's engagement and definitely not our arrangement. My whole family is more than aware of it. There's no secrets in our house with a psychic, a mind-reader and someone who can feel emotions. Not to mention all of our supersonic hearing.
I didn't try to fight the smile that appeared on my face from his question. I had always wanted to get married should I find my other half. Maybe I would have been that boy to get down on one knee in my human life. Or maybe it could be that those morals were instilled in me by my father, the one who I am not biologically related to but admire just as much. Or perhaps, it's both.
'I didn't doubt that.' My father's thoughts were of approval as he nodded his head. "Now, I want you to take into consideration," His voice was calm yet serious. "That physical love is different for us than it is for humans, both in feeling and in meaning. With our rarely changing temperaments strong emotions can overpower us."
I silently stood there. Respectfully listening. This was not a speech I have ever heard of in my century-long existence.
"You needn't worry." Carlisle continued, taking in my facial expression. "You've changed so much since you met her." He smiled, his thoughts - flashes of memories of me throughout the years ran though his mind.
I patiently waited for his trip down memory lane to end.
"Remember Son," He said after a while. "Physical love is a very powerful pleasure, beyond any other physical act. It should not be treated lightly and do not allow it to become your main focus."
"It's very intense." I said with enthusiasm.
Carlisle chuckled at my honesty and agreed.
A few weeks ago out of curiosity I asked my brother's what sex was like. They told me it was an extremely great pleasure, unlike anything else. They described it to be kinda like hunting, where you give yourself over to your senses and act on instinct. Both of them rated drinking human blood second to having sex.
I don't think they were wrong nor is my father. It was an extraordinary experience, the best of my existence.
"With that being said," Carlisle took a deep breath. "Physical love between you and Bella before her transformation is especially dangerous for her. I don't advise you to continue a physical relationship while she is still human." He said with concern.
My jaw tightened as I looked at him. "I didn't hurt her." I spat out.
My father gave me a look of patients and understanding. "I know." He said as he put his arm around my shoulder, I ignored the hurt in his eyes as I shrugged it off. "I was not saying you did. I just want you to be aware that you are physically a great deal stronger than Bella and -"
"I already know that." I cut him off.
Of course I already knew from the moment I fell in love with her, that I was a lot stronger than Bella. From holding her hand, to kissing her and everything in between and more, it has all been an obstacle for me. I am well aware that she is very fragile like a porcelain doll. If I am not careful and don't hold back my strength. I can reach out to innocently touch her face and accidentally break her.
Carlisle rubbed his forehead with his right hand. "Son, though I do not advise a physical relationship between you and Bella at this time." He paused, collecting his thoughts.
It was clear from his mind that he disapproved of the risk, but he would not try to impose his will on me. He figured that with my first taste of sex after all these decades that I wouldn't give it up. He wasn't wrong.
"I have faith in you." Carlisle calmly began. "You have so much self-control, you always have. I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt her. Just be extremely careful and do not disrespect Charlie's house."
Not exactly sure with what he meant by the last part, I raised my eyebrow at him.
"Charlie would definitely get suspicious if you broke the furniture." He explained. "Though I do not condone premarital sexual activity, you do have a bedroom. Keep your activities limited to your room."
"Of course." I let out a sigh of relief.
While Carlisle ran his hand through his blonde hair. An image of Emmett's face quickly ran through his mind.
Before I could ask him what that was about the image of my brother's face disappeared. His train of thought changed. Though I was left wondering why he thought of Emmett at this time?
Did my father assumed I might now be a sexual deviant like my brother after having sex for the first time? Or was it perhaps he regretted not having a similar talk with Emmett all those years ago? Because Emmett and Rosalie's activities surely go farther than beyond their bedroom. Unfortunately it's not an uncommon event to catch them in the act in various places in our house.
Before I could ask my father about any of that, his thoughts changed again. I quickly became distracted by his new train of thought. He was now marveling over my self-control. He was amazed that I had accomplished something that our cousins in Alaska took decades to perfect - having intercorse with a human and not killing the human during the act - and they, unlike me, are very experienced.
Carlisle's thoughts were now full of praise for me. There was no use fighting the smile that appeared on my face.
My father always has so much faith in me. He is shrewd and kind like that.
We stayed there in the forest for the longest time, talking about nothing in particular. The rest of our conversation was not that deep, just light and easy going. Though he did not say, he knew that I was feeling uneasy and a bit lonely without the comfort of Bella's room to go to and wanted to keep me company. Since Carlisle and I have known each other the longest he always seems to know what I need even if I don't voice it.
In the early hours of the morning when he went back home and I stayed outside, because I wasn't ready to go in yet. I sat alone on a log, gazing up at the night sky, missing and worrying about my Bella.
With the first rays of dawn - that a human's eyes would not be able to notice - peeking through the foggy sky. I jumped up from the log I was sitting on and ran through the forest and made my way home. I was anxious to go home and get to my phone to text Bella. I had promised her that I would send her a text bright and early in the morning. I would not disappoint her.
When I entered the house my parents were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie. Alice was at the computer in the corner, focusing on one of her fashion projects. Rosalie was laying on the loveseat reading a car magazine. Emmett and Jasper were on the floor playing that complex game of chess of theirs. Now they have added Star Wars and X-Men figures to the mix. It's truly the most irrational game ever.
I greeted my family. I then went over to where my brothers were and sat down to watch their intake on one of my favorite games. Emmett and Jasper eagerly explained the new rules to me. Though I could not grasp the logic behind it.
After watching one round I ventured off upstairs to my room. When I got to my room I opened the door and was stund. I did not go in. I stood at the threshold and blinked a few times. I was sure I had the wrong room.
When I left my room last night it consisted of my black leather couch. My wooden desk and chair, my flat screen TV, and the shelf that holds my stereo and music collection.
Aside from what had already been in my room, there was now a full size bed with a black headboard and a matching thick black comforter. Two matching nightstands on either side of the bed, one held a blue and green Beavis and Butt-Head lava lamp and the other held a digital alarm clock. There was also a giant black bean bag chair in the far corner. No longer did I have a wooden desk, but a black one with a matching chair that matched the rest of the furniture in my room. There was also an electric space heater that looked like a small wood burning stove that was also black. Everything matched.
"Who put all this stuff in my room?" I called out to everyone and no one.
No one had informed me that they were getting me new bedroom furniture.
'Edward, your sister fixed up your room.' Esme's thoughts called out to me. 'Doesn't your room look nice? The furniture really ties it together.'
The joy in my mother's "voice" did not surprise me. She has always been so adamant on having all the correct props in the right places. My room has always lacked the traditional furniture and that somewhat bothered her. When we moved in she had insisted I should at least have a bed but I refused. At the time I had no need for one. To make her happy I compromised and got a couch.
I tend to keep things simple when it comes to my room, no need to be fancy. Out of the four bedrooms in our house, mine was always the only one that didn't actually resemble a bedroom. Until now, that is.
I took a step inside my newly decorated room and looked around. I opened my mouth to beckon the responsible party. But before I could even get the name out Alice appeared by my side.
"So do you love it? Or do you love it?" Alice questioned in excitement. She was bouncing up and down like a pogo stick.
"It's a little much." I admitted. "What's all this for?" I waved my hand around my room.
She knew I wasn't cross, just taken aback.
"I figured you could use a bed now." She said, trying to sound indifferent.
Once more I glanced around my room. I understood the importance of a bed and the small heater. But I didn't have a clue why I needed a bean bag chair, a new desk, and a lava lamp of all things.
I saw my confused face in my sister's mind. She went over to the lava lamp that I was numbly staring at and turned it on.
"Isn't all this marvelous?" Alice asked, running her hand over the smooth surface of the headboard. Then elegantly waving her hand around my room. She looked like an overly excited game show host that was presenting me with a bedroom set I had just won. 'The floor model looked amazing and I just had to get the whole bedroom set for you.'
I was amused by my sister's thoughts. Apparently Alice had made this impulsive purchase right in the beginning of the summer. At the time she had no idea what compelled her to drive to the furniture store. Nor could she explain why she was drawn to this bedroom set that looks like it belongs in a bedroom of a modern teenage boy. All she knew is that she couldn't return home without it.
Knowing me as well as she does Alice knew I would protest that I didn't need all the extra furniture. She kept it safely stored in our basement, not thinking about it. The longer the items were stashed away the more she began to question her sanity.
Usually she doesn't buy anything she can't "see" us using. Her random purchase did not make any sense to her until yesterday. She couldn't wait to surprise me, which is not an easy thing to do.
"It's remarkable. Thank you, you're the best." I grinned, leaning down I wrapped her in a bear hug.
Though the style of the furniture seemed slightly juvenile, I wasn't going to be spoiled and deny her the pleasure in doing something nice for me.
Alice was beyond excited that I liked what she picked out. Of course she already knew what my reaction was going to be.
'I know. I have one more thing to show you.' With a big smile on her face she grabbed my hand and pulled me over to my closet and opened it.
I was astonished to see that half of my closet now held small feminine clothes.
'They are for Bella.' Alice silently explained before I could ask. 'It's an improvement on her wardrobe.'
I looked at Alice questionionably. "Is she moving in?" I wondered what my sister "saw' to make her devote half of my closet to Bella's new clothes.
"Nope." Alice answered popping the "p". "I just predict a significant decline in her current wardrobe in the near future."
"You realize you sound like a carnival fortune-teller right?" I teased my sister.
I smiled, guessing that I was going to be the reason behind Bella's sudden decrease in clothes. With her having extra clothes here there would be no need for me to be careful, I could just rip them off.
Alice stuck out her tiny tongue at me. She turned to leave my room. But before she was out the door she stopped and looked back at me.
'I don't mean to impose on your new hobby. But sometime next week I need girl time with Bella.' Alice thought then spoke out loud. "I need to go to her house to clean out her closet and restock it."
"Sounds like fun." I said dryly.
Only Alice could relish in restocking and organizing someone's closet when they never asked you to do so. With clothes she was never asked to purchase. Bella is never thrilled about it though, she's starting to accept it more now than she did at first. However, I try to avoid it at all costs. It's a really boring process.
A hundred lightning flashes of images danced in Alice is mind. I watched in awe as her visions, not in chronicle order, revealed her and Emmett standing in a homeless shelter in Walla Walla, the same shelter that she drops off our clothes after we wear them a few times.
Each of them holding a large black trash bag full of Bella's old clothes. While Alice hands out the clothes to the homeless she's also giving them fashion advice. Of course Emmett would be Alice's accomplice. He's the only one that would get involved.
"You have a very strange relationship with the homeless community." I shook my head.
Alice shrugged her shoulders. "They love all of our old clothes." She said with spunk.
I chuckled at my sister's spunkiness. Just the thought of shopping gets Alice all excited.
My spiky haired sister then bounced over to the nightstand. She turned off the lava lamp and looked over at me.
"And by the way, don't even think of eloping in Las Vegas." She began in a thrilling tone that sent shivers up my spin. 'Who would want a tacky wedding in Sin City?'
I stood frozen in place. Not responding, just looking at my small sister.
"Remember, I will "see" it." She warned. "You and Bella deserve a beautiful outstanding wedding with family and friends gathered around." Her hands moved all around as she talked. "Not getting married alone in a Drive-thru window by a bad Elvis impersonator. With an oddly dressed street performer as your only witness!"
I laughed as she showed me her memory of the vision she had yesterday afternoon. Apparently, Bella and I had been a lot closer to going to Vegas than I had thought.
"But what if she wants to?" I questioned stubbornly. "What if it's her choice to get married in Vegas? Would you hold a grudge against us for the rest of our existence?"
I know just how well my small sister can hold a grudge. It's unbelievable.
In 1956 when Elvis Presley was extremely popular among our age group, I began dressing like him. After all, I had the hair for it and I liked his music.
One day I decided to wear black slacks with a pink button-down shirt with the collar turned up to school. Just like I saw Elivs wear on the cover of a magazine.
Needless to say, Alice was not the least bit happy with my choice in clothes. From then on, she made it her full-time job to buy my clothes and make sure they matched and were up to her standards. But not before she held a month-long grudge against me - gave me the cold shoulder for exactly thirty days.
She's my favorite sister. I can't stand when she's angry at me.
Alice was silent as she thought about that for a moment. "If that's what she wants then I guess that's okay." She said, a bit sadly. "Though you should really be considering a big wedding. It would be so nice."
"You do realize Bella is not sold on the whole grand wedding thing right?" I pointed out. "Besides, as the years pass we'll have a lot more weddings that you will get to plan."
Since Bella and I made our compromise we have had small conversations about a wedding. Even though Alice is her best friend and an excellent wedding planner, Bella is not too sure about an awe-inspiring outdoor wedding. The mere thought gives her anxiety.
Bella has so many fears of what could go wrong. Being as clumsy as she is, I don't object to any of her fears that might seem crazy to outsiders. She actually wants a small intimate wedding, the way she paints out the picture seems nice.
However, my small excited sister can't wait to plan my wedding. She's been looking forward to it for the last five decades. I believe she forgets that I'm a guy and I don't really get excited about lavish weddings, I just want whatever makes Bella happy.
Alice sighed. "I don't understand why you and Bella don't just accept that you both should have a BIG first wedding. You will regret it if you don't stick with tradition, trust me on that."
Before I could give an answer and argue with her, Alice's eyes glazed over. Her mind raced through a flip book of pictures. Mine and Bella's faces appear from a hundred different angles, like me Bella had pasty white skin and appeared to still be seventeen. But unlike me she has mellow amber eyes, insinuating that she is a vampire that is a little over a year old.
The angle of the pictures shift. Bella where's a fluffy white wedding gown and I am in a black tux. It's twilight and we are in the middle of the ocean on a ridiculous inflatable raft that looks like a giant pink donut with painted sprinkles.
The angle shifts again. The preacher who is Jasper, is in front of us in his own rowboat. He's sitting down reading from the Holy Bible.
The images began to move forward with our guests all surrounding us in overly decorated kayaks, pontoon and fishing boats. The guests that are closest to Bella and I are my parents, Emmett and my sisters who are in a strangely decorated speed boat. As well as Charlie (who appears slightly older by a couple of years) and some woman who sits close to him in a nice fishing boat that is also overly decorated.
Both Charlie and the unknown woman are each holding a sleeping toddler that is covered by a blanket. There is also a small boy, maybe seven or eight years old that has short dark hair with them. The small child is not sitting still and talking a lot. He seems very hyper.
I'm guessing Charlie gets remarried to a woman who has small children. The pictures continued to carry on. After Bella and I say our vows. We row our inflatable raft over to an awaiting seaplane, flown by none other than Emmett and get in.
The seaplane goes up in the air. Bella and I then skydive down to the sandy beach, landing gracefully, where two camels that each wear a lei of flowers await us. We climb on the camels and ride off to the wedding reception.
"What was that?" I questioned as Alice's strange vision came to an end.
"Your beautiful June wedding." Alice declared in a misty far away voice. 'That will take lots of preparations. I better begin planning immediately.' She clapped her hands in excitement.
I was speechless for a moment. I had other words to describe what I had just seen and they were nowhere near the word "beautiful". More like ludicrous.
I don't understand why I would ever agree to a laughable wedding such as that. More importantly why I would Bella? None of that is her cup of tea.
"Yeah...that's not happening." I said and she frowned.
"But why not?" Alice asked in a whiny voice. 'It would be the most unique wedding. The talk of the Town.'
I crossed my arms over my chest. "Not happening." I repeated.
Alice gave me a stubborn look but did not say or think a word.
"Why was Bella a vampire in your vision?" I questioned.
"I don't know." She was as confused by my question as I was her vision. "That's something you have to answer yourself. You know that I can't see the reason behind the vision, I can only see what might happen."
I wasn't exactly sure what would make me change my mind about changing Bella before we got married. That didn't make much sense to me. But then again, we did recently complete one part of our bargain before marriage - sex. Which was wonderful. So maybe we were doing everything out of order now.
For a flash of a second I saw the expression on my sister's face dramatically change. Where there had been excitement and a sparkle in her golden eyes, now there was worry as her brows pulled into a frown.
"What's the matter?" I questioned. I knew her well enough to know she was hiding something from me.
She hesitated for a moment. "There's something you should know. Just don't freak out." Alice spoke slowly. "While you were out at the river I tried to look at Bella's future and even though I saw her. It's more like an image on a glitchy computer screen than a clear vision."
She presented me with an unclear vision of Bella on a boat with Charlie. In fact, it did look like an image on a malfunctioning computer screen. We couldn't see either of them well. That was weird. I knew well enough that my sister never had a vision quite like that before. Even though she has never been able to see humans as clearly as she does our kind.
"What does that mean?" I began to worry.
"I don't really know."
"Maybe…well, maybe I hurt her." I was beginning to panic.
Alice shook her head. "I didn't "see" that. For some reason I just can't "see" her clearly as a human anymore or anyone that seems to be around her like her father. It's almost like something's shielding her." She paused for a moment letting me process what she just said before continuing.
My breath came more rapid. I pinched the bridge of my nose as I wondered what could be wrong with Bella.
"Please don't start over-thinking." Alice said in a soothing voice. "Keep in mind that I am having clear visions of her as a vampire, so maybe there's nothing to worry about." She said hopefully. "When I noticed a change in my visions I spoke to Carlisle about it."
"What did he say?" My words came out in a rush.
Surely our father would have an answer. He's been around for a long time and has seen a lot more than any of my siblings or I.
Unsure Alice shrugged. 'We're not exactly sure. Maybe you change her before Graduation. One thing is for sure I can see her clearly as a vampire. So don't worry.'
"How could he not know?" My words were more of a demand than a question. "Do you think she's okay? Will see die?"
None of this made any sense. My mind was swirling with the unfortunate possibilities that could make Alice not "see" Bella anymore. This wasn't a normal occurrence for Alcie.
Nothing like this had happened to her visions before. Then again, we never had anybody as fascinating and as unusual as Isabella Swan in our lives. In the last 6 months Bella has taught me to expect the unexpected.
"Yes I do believe Bella is okay." Alice answered matter-of-factly.
I relaxed a bit. Then "seeing" my next question Alice spoke before I could ask it.
"No, I don't believe she will die on her fishing trip. She's not going to be swallowed up by a sea creature." She rolled her eyes. "Or have any major life threatening accidents this weekend." Alice's word's matched her thought's.
"That's good to know." I exhaled.
Alice nodded.
I began to feel calmer and think a little clearly now. But before I could ask another question that came to my mind. Alice had already "seen" it.
"Just because I am having difficulty seeing Bella as a human does not mean something bad will happen to her, Edward." She reassured me. "With each vision I have of her, each minute that goes by. She becomes more clearer as a vampire, just as you saw in the vision of your wedding."
"Okay." I said, a bit unsure.
On the one hand, it was good to know that Bella would be fine. On the other, I couldn't figure out why her transformation would occur sooner than after graduation. I needed to know what would change.
"I can't wait till you change her!" Alice squealed, pulling me out of my thoughts. "As you saw, she's going to be even more beautiful than she is now." Her mind became momentarily bombarded with wedding dresses and unusual wedding preparations.
I rolled my eyes. There was a crisis unfolding before us and here she goes thinking about preparing a wedding.
"Alice." My voice was urgent as I urged her to get back on track and continue.
Alice looked at me, taking in my anxious facial expression. "Now Carlisle doesn't think that there's anything to worry about either." She pushed the odd wedding plans to the back of her mind. "He has a theory. Maybe Bella has a talent that's getting stronger. That could be why you've never been able to read her mind."
"A talent?" I said out loud thinking that might be true.
Why didn't I ever consider that? A talent would explain why her mind has always been closed off to me. With that thought I became calmer as I pushed the words out of my mind.
I pondered over everything for a minute. Alice was having minor difficulty seeing Bella in her human state. Though she had no problem seeing Bella as a vampire.
The only reason I could come up with was that Bella might want to transform sooner so she and I are forever the same age. If she asked me now I would have a difficult time denying her what she asked for. After all, making love to her after her transformation would be easier, I wouldn't have to hold back and worry about hurting her.
Instead of over thinking the information Alice had given me. My mind began to come up with fantasies of what making love to Bella would be like after her transformation. Realizing my sister was still in the room my fantasies came to a halt and I quickly got my mind in control of my body.
Seeing that I was no longer panicking about what she told me, Alice walked out of my room with a smile, telling me to enjoy my bed. I thanked her again. I then went over to my new desk where my phone laid, picked it up and went over to my bed and layed down. It was time to text Bella.
I simply text her "good morning".
It didn't take long for my phone to make a small noise and she sent me "good morning" back.
I quickly typed another text...
'I miss you. How did you sleep, love?'
I didn't have to wait long for her reply…'I miss you too. I slept well, I had a very vivid dream of you, me and your car. Haha! I can't stop thinking about yesterday. I can't wait for more. How was your night?'
My breath caught in my throat as I read her text.
The words that seemed innocent enough had my mind reeling around like an unstoppable merry-go-round. Bella had a sex dream! After we actully had sex for the first time! Amazing.
Just thinking about her naked body pressed against mine, how her and I fit together like two halves of a puzzle and how sublime it felt to be inside of her. Had warmth spreading from my stomach throughout my body. I was instantly hard before I could think of a relay.
Judging by how hard my manhood was. I could already tell that this was going to be the longest weekend of my existence and it was only early Saturday morning.
Why on earth did I finally give into my desires for her body the weekend she was going out of town?
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Yay! Edward has a bed to continue his newfound hobby on, when Bella gets back from her father-daughter fishing trip.
I know that in the Saga that Bella's shield has no effect on Alcie's visions. But I decided to play around with that, I'll post another chapter next Monday. Until then, stay safe and happy and thank you for reading this chapter.
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