Chapter 21: Poltergeist
Sunday passed by in a blur. I laid with Bella in my arms never getting up. I did my best to comfort her, the morphine had worn off during the evening and that's when she was in the most analogy. It made me feel horrible knowing that I couldn't take her pain away.
During the night my parents kept checking on us. Carlisle was in full doctor mode as he examined Bella's sutures and lacerations, always impressed by how well she was improving. Esme of course was very motherly, soothing Bella and wanting to know how I was doing. Somehow I was managing to hold myself together for Bella's shake, though I felt as guilty as could be.
Monday was a bit chaotic, to say the least. Bella laid in my arms suffering as life proceeded around us. Esme went with Em and Rose - her two surviving children - to the nearest hardware store to get the necessary supplies to fix the damages in the living room and dining room that I had created. While Carlsile stayed behind with Jazz, Alice, Bella and myself - the four who were now presumed dead.
Since Bella was still screaming every now and then from my venom coursing through her veins and my father's phone was ringing off the hook. He was outside on the phone for a good part of the morning. When he came back inside I saw it all from his mind, every call he received. How it wasn't easy for him to pretend that four of his children were dead, something my parents never had to do before. The saddest call he made was to Charlie. The poor guy wasn't taking it well, he was a mess, of course. Charlie was in disbelief that his daughter was dead. Before their call ended Charlie admitted to my father that he had this terrible feeling in his gut when he dropped Bella off at our house on Friday night, that something bad was going to happen. He assumed he was just being an overprotective father and ignored that feeling, now he wished he hadn't.
That saddened me to no end. I caused unimaginable pain to Charlie. Jasper felt my stress and sent a wave of calm my way. When Carlisle came to check on Bella he saw how all this was affecting me. He sat and talked with me for a while, reassuring me that Charlie would get through the grieving process eventually, as all humans must. I knew he was right. But still, I felt horrible. Charlie wouldn't be grieving over the loss of his only child and my parents wouldn't have to pretend that my two siblings, my wife and I are deceased if I wasn't such a screw up.
I felt a steady stream of tranquility wash over me at the same time I saw a vision from Alice's mind, who was in the living room. From my sister's mind I saw images of a very sad Charlie. But he wasn't alone. He had Sophia and the small child known as Caleb to comfort him in his time of need. The images flashed forward, apparently in due time Charlie would be alright though he would never forget Bella. He would alway keep her picture up on the mantle. Soon Alice's vision ended and she was excitedly thinking about decorations, streamers and candles. I have no idea what that was about. I began to ignore her thoughts.
The images I had seen of Charlie from Alice's mind were comforting, kinda. However I still felt sad. I remembered a time long ago when I ran away from home without so much as a goodbye to my loving parents. When I finally returned, even though they were living at a different house they still had my school picture on the wall. As well as a room they set aside for me, that was all fixed up and had all of my belongings in it - waiting for me to come home. I began to wonder if Charlie would eventually pack up Bella's belongings or not. The thought of him keeping her room the same way as it is brought a stab of pain to my dead heart.
I tried to push all that out of my mind as Bella's body twitched in my arms and she let out a whimper. I suddenly felt a peaceful feeling wash over me again. At that moment I was more than grateful for Jasper's gift.
"I know it hurts." I said softly to my wife. "You're doing so good."
My words were true. Despite her screams Bella was doing very well during her transformation and I really wanted her to know that. A small sigh escaped her lips as her body moved closer to mine. Instinctively I lend over, placing a kiss on her forehead. Touching my lips for her skin I noticed that her body temperature had dropped, it wasn't warm but now closer to my own.
While I was marveling over the little changes that I was noticing in my wife. Like her eyes were no longer a deep chocolate color but now an interesting color of cherry red combined with milk chocolate and her scent was smelling far less edible and more licentious. Alice came bouncing in the bedroom with Jasper at her heels.
"Alice," Jasper's voice sounded uneasy. "I really don't think this is a good idea."
"Hush, now." Alice's windchime voice sounded so musical. 'He worries too much. This is a great idea.'
The voices of my brother and sister had my curiosity spiked. Jazz seemed worried about something and Alice was extremely excited. I picked my head up, looking over to the door where they stood. The unusual sight before me was quite comical. Jasper looked like he was on pins and needles with a troubled expression on his face. Alice, who was in front of him held approximately fifty boxes of candles, all stacked up to where her head wasn't even visible. On the very top box of the candles was seven rolls of streamers in every shade of the rainbow and a large roll of tape.
Before I even had the chance to ask what was going on Alice set the boxes down on the floor. She then began zipping and zooming around the room, jumping up and attaching the streamers to every available part of the ceiling. When she was done with that she then got to work placing and lighting candles in every available spot of the room, on the window seals, nightstands and even the floor. While Jazz stood by the door watching her in disbelief.
I laid there in silence holding my wife while I watched Alice decorate the room. I honestly had no idea what was happening. All I knew was that the room was beginning to look like some sort of vigila at a candle light sight in a Catholic Cathedral with streamers everywhere.
"There! All done." Alice cheerfully announced when the last candle was set in place. "Bella will be born again by candle light." She said in a dreamy voice.
Jasper said nothing. He looked stressed as he rubbed his hands down his face.
"Born again by candlelight?" I questioned.
"Exactly." Alice seemed so proud of herself. 'This will be the most extraordinary second birth anyone has ever had. Everything looks so beautiful.' She thought, looking around the room.
"What exactly is happening?" I raised an eyebrow at my excited sister.
I really had no idea what all these decorations were for. In her excitement Alice ignored my question and confusion and went over to the closest to straighten a candle that was on the floor.
Jasper was by her side in an instant. "All this looks very nice, Alice, but..." He began but fell short.
"Well thank you." Alice smiled a wide toothy grin. Her thoughts were all on what a great party decorator she is.
"But," Jasper said slowly, placing his arm around her waist. 'How do I tell her that these decorations are not suitable to have in the presence of a newborn? I don't want to hurt her feelings.'
Just then my parents began walking toward the room to see what was going on in here. That's when I saw from Jasper's mind, what he was fearing what would happen if Bella would wake to a room full of colorful streamers and lit candles everywhere. Not only would everything be new to Bella but all this would scare her and she would most likely freak out.
"Alice, you can't be serious." I said as Bella moaned and her hand grabbed at my shirt collar. I gently moved her hand, her strength was stronger than a humans now. "All this," I waved my hand around the room when Alice looked at me. "Will terrify Bella."
"You're underestimating Bella." Alice rolled her eyes. 'I already "seen" how she'll react when she wakes up. She'll love this.'
Since everything is brand new to a newborn vampire I wasn't buying that. Neither was Jasper.
"Alice, she'll be scared by all this. Everything must come down." I insisted.
"Nonsense." Alice shook her head.
"It's not nonsense." I said. "It's a fact."
"He's right." Jazz agreed with me. "We really need to take everything down."
Alice frowned looking at Jasper. He said nothing just nodded his head. Just then our parents entered the room with Emmett and Rosalie right behind them. Everyone was surprised by the decorations and countless candles. It was a very strange sight.
"Whoe!" Emmett exclaimed, taking in the sight of the overly decorated room. "I didn't know there was a party here." He laughed.
Rosalie said absolutely nothing. She was only looking up at the ceiling, wondering why Alice decided to put up streamers. That was a very good question. I too wondered that.
Esme and Carlisle took one look around the room, then gave each other weary glances. Their thoughts were full of concern on the decorations mirrored Jasper's and my own.
"Doesn't everything look nice?" Alice asked everyone as she skipped around the room. "Bella is going to be born again by candlelight."
I took a deep breath as Bella twitched in my arms. With my wife being unable to speak at the moment she couldn't object to Alice's overexcitement or her decorations but I took her twitching to mean she wasn't too thrilled about it. After all, Bella's never been one for parties.
Everyone looked around the room. Emmett found this amusing, Rosalie seemed annoyed and entertained and our parents were deeply concerned. Jasper was picking up on everyone's emotions and holding himself aloof.
"Honey," Esme was the first to speak to Alice. "The decorations are lovely but -"
"I know." Alice excitedly interrupted our mother. "Just think. Bella will be the first in our family to be born again by candlelight."
I let out a groan of irritation, Carlisle ran a hand through his blond hair, Esme rubbed her forehead and Jasper rubbed his hand down his face. All four of us were thinking of the worst case scenario of what Alice had planned. We were all fearing that Bella would react poorly to all the colorful streamers and candles. It was enough to scare anyone but especially a newborn.
"Alice, you're saying "born again by candle light" like it's a real saying." Rosalise said. "No one says that." She shook her head.
"Well, Babe," Emmett laughed. "It's a saying now. Alice has already said it a handful of times." He laughed again. Of course he found the humor in this situation.
Rosalie rolled her eyes and walked out of the room. She was bored and wanted to see what was on TV. Emmett followed her.
Carlisle turned to Alice. "As nice as the candles and decorations look we can't leave them here. It will fightin Bella." He explained, his voice gentle. "Newborns are sensitive to their surroundings. She'll be frightened by everything. It's a nice gesture but we must take them down."
Alice pressed her lips into a fine line. She didn't look too happy
"That's what I tried to tell her." Jasper said to Carlisle.
Carlisle was nodding his head.
Alice rolled her eyes. "Bella is going to do just fine. She's a lot stronger than everyone is giving her credit for. She'll be different from the rest of us in her newborn days. Don't forget, she's been preparing to be a vampire for a while now."
"I'm not disputing that." I said to Alice, she looked over at me. "Bella always has a way of surprising me. But can we please get rid of the decorations? They're unnecessary"
'Why doesn't anyone in this family appreciate party decoration?' Alice sighed. "Alright. Fine. But I get to pick out the outfit Bella wears when she wakes up."
Jasper and our parents looked relieved that Alice agreed to clear the room of the decorations. So was I.
"That's fine." I relaxed as she started blowing out the candles.
As Jasper and Esme begin assisting Alice in taking down the streamers while she removes the candles, Carlisle's phone rang. He took it out of his pocket, looking at the number he frowned.
"Who's calling, dear?" My mother asked him, a handful of bunched up streamers in her arms.
"It's Charlie again." My father sighed, excusing himself as he stepped out.
Bella suddenly moved erratically and I wondered if she heard my father say her dad's name. A sudden pain started at my dead heart and ran throughout my body. She would never get to say goodbye to her father because of me.
I felt sadness covering me like a heavy blanket before my brother counteracted my mood. His thoughts telling me that I needed to keep my spirits up for Bella. I knew that was true but back when I gave into Bella's wish to end her human life, we had come up with the idea to use the cover story of us going away to College as the main excuse of why she couldn't visit Charlie. As time went on she was going to say that our busy life made it impossible to take a trip out to Forks. She always had the intention to keep in contact with her father via phone. However, Saturday night's turn of events changed everything. People now believed my two siblings along with my wife and I were all dead. She would never be able to talk to her father again.
The story that was briefly told on the local news and made its way to Charlie was that Alice, Jasper, Bella and I all died in a head-on collision in the late hours of Saturday night. The collision resulted in an explosion caused by my car colliding with a gas tanker truck. We had died instantly, however the truck driver was miraculously pulled to safety and now in the hospital in critical condition. My siblings set the stage well. There were no remains of the four deceased that were recognizable, only a few scattered documents that had each of our information on it that were recovered on the road.
Of course, to make the whole thing believable there were bodies, burnt to a crisp, found in the bbq Volvo. Not wanting to know how my siblings acquired four already deceased individuals. I didn't ask. Luckily, Alice, Jasper and Emmett didn't replay the odd event in their minds. None of them had even thought about it since.
Once the room was clear of every last streamer and candle Alice wasted no time in picking out what she considered to be a suitable outfit for Bella and ran the clothes to the bathroom, to set out for Bella so I could dress her after our shower. Esme on the other hand, was still in the room. She took notice of the damages by the bed that reached all the way up to the ceiling, making a mental note of what materials she needed to repair the wall. She stepped out of the bedroom and rounded up Em and Rose. It was time for the three of them to head back to the hardware store.
Once again it was just Bella and I in the room. I was nervously anticipating her waking up.
When my mother and two siblings finally returned from the hardware store Esme went right to work fixing up my destruction. She wanted the cabin to look nice. After all this is where her four ghost children would be staying for a while so she wanted our hideout to be comfortable and presentable.
I watched as my mother entered the room to patch up the wall above the headboard. My mother laid out her supplies on the floor as she saw me watching and looked over at me, a very loving expression on her face. Just like Carlisle, my mother harbored no resentment towards me for my inexcusable behavior. Her thoughts were full of love towards Bella and I. I'm grateful to have such compassionate parents.
To allow my mother better access to the wall I got up from the bed leaving Bella alone for a minute. Just long enough for me to move the bed on the other side of the room next to the window. In my quick absence it was clear that Bella was stressed without me beside her. She twisted and turned, her movements resembled the girl from The Exorcist in the scene where she walks like a spider down the stairs. Bella continued to twist and turn as she cried out my name. My mother frowned at my wifes pain and I was immediately back in bed, beside Bella, pulling her to me as I heard my father's phone ring and he stepped outside.
"I'm right here, Bella." I soothed her, burying my face in her tangled blood stain hair. "I'm not leaving you."
'Such a good and loving husband. Just like his father.' Esme thought to herself as she began sealing the cracks on the wall.
I wanted to counteract my mother's beliefs. No matter how much I try to emulate Carlisle, the truth is I'll never be anything like him. He is the picture of everything that is good and I am not. I proved that when I attacked Bella.
Bella let out a little scream. Her voice sounded hoarse from all the screaming she had done. I held her a little tighter as her body moved erratically.
'He's such a loving boy and she's very sweet too. A perfectly matched pair.' From the corner of her eye my mother was watching me as she patched up the wall. Every time I caressed Bella's cheek or whispered soothing words to her, my mother thought of how much I reminded her of my father.
Hearing my mothers thoughts toward me made me feel undeserving of her love as well as for my family's forgiveness. It was surprising that in a family as big as ours, there wasn't one person that had an ill thought toward me regarding everything that had transpired on Saturday night. Oddly, even Rosalie was sympathetic. Though she didn't try to hide her thoughts about how she was wondering, or was routing the better word? For Bella to rip my head off when she wakes up. For some unknown reason that idea seemed to thrill my blond hair sister to no end. The images that went through her mind repeatedly were gory. Always ending with Bella reattaching my head on backwards. Honestly, I can't say I'd blame my wife if she did that.
"Bella seems to be doing well during the transformation." Esme said suddenly as she went about patching up the wall.
I picked my head up, looking over at my mother who was engaged in her task.
"Yes she is." I brought my hand to my wifes face, caressing her check while her body convulsed but she was silent.
'That's good.' My mother thought about what a horrible process this is. "And how are you doing, my sweet boy?" She questioned, as she finished patching up the wall and was now taking care of the cracks on the ceiling.
From the sound of her voice I knew she was anxious about my answer. Of course she had been my mother long enough to know how I react to personal mistakes, though I never faced one as huge as this. She was fearing how I was truly holding up, all things considered and hoping I'd give an honest answer.
"I'm not exactly sure." I answered honestly. "Some moments I'm ok and others…well. I fear Bella will despise me."
From where my mother stood from across the room I saw an expression of sympathy upon her face. She didn't like to see me in distress. It was bad enough that Bella was suffering, but to have two children that were being tormented in different ways made her dead heart ache.
"That won't happen. I know it won't." She said in a loving tone, wanting to put my mind at ease.
"That's what Carlisle and Alice say. But I'm just not too sure." How could I be sure? I really messed up. There was no denying that.
"I understand it didn't go as planned. But she did want to be like us." Esme reminded me. 'I don't think she'll be mad at you. And if she is, I don't see that holding up for too long.'
"Maybe she will be and maybe she won't." I said, looking at my wife who laid in my arms, her face spasming with pain. "But I don't know how to stop being mad at me. My eyes are a horrible red exposing the demon I am. I almost killed her." I cringed at that thought.
Thoughts of the horrible visions that Alice had in those moments of despair ran through my mind. They were dark, cold and etched in my brain forever, staying there rent-free, reminding me of what mayhem I was capable of.
'You are not a demon. You stopped.' She reminded me. 'Everything got out of hand but I seriously doubt that it would have come to that. You love Bella way too much.'
Her thoughts were so sure but I wasn't. She noticed the look of anguish on my face. She then decided to take a break from patching the ceiling and came to sit on the bed next to me. She wanted to finish her task but comforting me in my moment of need was more important to her.
"Sometimes," My mother began, wrapping me in a hug. "It's not easy to forgive ourselves. Is it?" Images of the most difficult circumstances that she had trouble forgiving herself for crossed her mind.
In the forefront of her mind was a graining human memory of her first son from the only time she held him. There was once a time that she blamed herself for his short life, which had always made me sad because that wasn't her fault. He was born sick, there was nothing anyone could have done for him. The next memory was vivid. The first time she tasted human blood, she felt horrible about the life she accidentally took. For days she wasn't the same. Carlisle had to help her move past it. In both cases she didn't forgive herself easily, it took time.
"No. It's not easy to forgive ourselves sometimes." I agreed after a while. My voice was low and sad.
"But to move on we must." She leaned down and kissed my cheek.
I sighed. I wasn't sure how to do that. I hated myself for what I did. Bella moaned and her body twisted in my arms. My name rolled off her lips and a thought crossed my mind. It was something that my father had told me, that I was now a husband and a creator. I know I need to man up and stop with this self-loathing, but I wasn't exactly sure how to do that. I sighed again.
"The worst part was that I enjoyed it. The flavor. I mean." How I was able to admit that, I wasn't sure. I assumed that I would keep that my secret forever.
Sensing that I needed more comfort, my mother laid on the bed next to me. Despite holding my wife next to me to comfort her, I felt very childlike with my mother beside me.
Esme ran her gentle hand through my messy hair. "I know how that is. It's in our nature to enjoy human blood." She spoke honestly. "If you have any trouble sticking to our diet please let your father or I know about it so we can help you."
"Alright." I promised.
I saw from her mind what she was fearing. Not only would Bella be a newborn vampire that we would have to guide through these first unruly months to keep on the path of right. But then there was me, who fell off the wagon. She was hoping that I would be able to return to animal blood without difficulty. She had faith in me but still she fret.
I wanted to put my mothers fears at ease and tell her she was worrying for nothing. But there was a part of me, the part that enjoyed drinking Bella's delicious blood way too much, that wondered if I could willingly go back to drinking animal blood. I thought about that for a brief second while I laid between my wife who was in pain because of me, and my mother who was lovingly playing with my hair. Somehow, someway I knew I would be able to be successful. I had to, for Bella's sake. I also didn't want to disappoint my mother.
My mother remained on the bed with Bella and I. She laid there talking to me and soothing Bella when she would cry out. Esme stayed there putting her task on hold for the longest time. Eventually she saw that my mood had brightened, she then got up and returned to her earlier task of patching up the ceiling.
The hours passed by quickly. Day soon creeped into night. My parents along with Emmett and Rosalie got ready to go back to Forks. Leaving Jasper, Alice, Bella and myself (the four ghosts) in the newly refurbished cabin. Carlisle provided us with a burner phone that was only to be used to contact him or Esme.
Alice had already "seen" our parents instructions for her not to use the phone to order anything. So she wasn't the least bit surprised when they explained that she wasn't allowed to watch The Home Shopping Network or order anything from The As Seen On TV commercials.
With Bella's transformation on the horizon my parents were reluctant to head back to Forks. But they must. They had to play the role of the grieving parents. With the promise that they would be back tomorrow, they finally left.
As night carried on the sounds in the cabin changed. Since it was just the four of us it was a lot quieter than the previous night had been. The living room that had been bustling with life was now still. There was no noise coming from the living room since Alice and Jasper turned off the T.V. and ventured off to their bedroom for the night. I did my best to block out their thoughts that I knew they wanted to keep private and I didn't want to hear while I laid with Bella, who was now quiet, only occasionally moaning in pain.
Even though Bella's screaming had long since stopped I knew she was still suffering. Her trembling was still present, though not as profound. Every once in a while her face would spazz in agony and I would caress her cheek. My gentle touch seemed to sooth her.
Holding her close and wanting to provide her as much comfort as I possibly could I began talking to her, telling her stories from my past. I wasn't exactly sure if she could hear me and if she could, I didn't know if she would remember what I was saying. That's probably why I decided to share some of the crazy stories from my younger years with her that she had never heard about.
The first trip down memory lane was from 1923, five years after my transformation when I was playing the role of a sixteen year old and my father decided it was time for my first driving lesson. I had the pleasure of learning how to drive on my father's Model T Ford. The day that he and I went out to the country to practice driving safely I ended up getting a little cocky. I know I tried my father's patience that day, though he somehow maintained his well manor and calm demeanor as he attempted to be a driving instructor to a know-it-all teenager. He wanted me to go slowly down this one step hill that I insisted we needed to take despite his qualms. I ignored his instructions and did it my way.
I ended up trying to prove to Carlisle that I knew exactly what I was doing because I was a mind reader and I had seen him and my mother drive countless times, even though I had never actually driven a car before. Even in my human days, as it was unfamiliar to me and I had no sense memory to guide me. Driving down the hill the faith of my father's car was not good. The piece of metal was no match when it met a mature oak tree and became a Model T pretzel. Carlisle and I exit the vehicle real quick. I remember how the car looked, mangled and bent beyond repair. It had never been my intention to ruin my father's car, it just happened. Carlisle was shocked by the damage but not angry at me, he knew I felt horrible and coaxed me out of my broodiness. He quickly saw the humor in the situation and his light mood rubbed off on me.
Bella was silent while I described every little detail to her about how odd the car and the tree looked as they had become one, as well as the scents that were all around us that day. I remember the smell of freshly cut grass from the goat farm that was about thirteen miles away from where we were. The smell of burnt rubber from the tires and the unmistakable, overpowering aroma of gasoline and oil that had spilled form the car.
"You'll have a much better sense of smell when you wake up." I spoke softly to my wife. "I think you'll be amazed. Everything has its own scent. Even snow, cell phones as well as jeans, it's quite amazing actually."
Stroking her hair I wondered how she would adapt to her new scenes. Everything would be so new to her. I remembered how I was when I awoke to my second life. Everything felt so new, scary and strange to me. But I had Carlisle to guide me through it which made things better. And Bella would have me to teach and guide her.
"Edward," Bella moaned in pain, her voice very hoarse from all the screaming she'd done since Saturday. "Keep talking. Please." She struggled to get the words out.
"Okay. I will." I promised. Since she wanted me to keep talking I would. I went through an assortment of memories and decided on one that was equally strange as it was funny.
The second trip down memory lane was a little more zany than the first. I finally told her about the strange dare that Emmett came up with that led to my prejudice against cows and the stench of beef. As well as my families first move to Washington and how Emmett and I accidentally made the great discovery of the wolf pack.
It happened one night after one of our hunting trips. We had the brilliant idea to go to the beach with a box of fireworks we had bought. Not only did Em and I set off the fireworks on the sore, lighting up the sky like the 4th of July in March but we also ended up stumbling upon the wolf pack. They weren't too happy about the firework display especially that it was on their land and a few misguided fireworks ended up lighting a roll of trees on top of a chiff on fire.
Our first encounter with the wolf pack was not very cordial. Emmett and I fought them off, jumping into trees where they couldn't reach us and running away from the beach as fast as we could. We finally got away from them. Scared out of our minds we headed straight to the hospital, to the safety of our father who was glad that we were unharmed. He was also in disbelief that we managed to find trouble out on a hunting trip only a year later after our last hunting fiasco. Up until then Emmett and I had only heard stories of shapeshifters and werewolves from our father who had seen them with his own eyes and hunted them when he was in Italy with the Volturi years ago.
Not long after that incident Carlisle made a treaty with the leader of the wolf pack after he explained that my brother and I were only being immature adolescents and didn't mean any harm to anyone. The pack leader understood about idiot kids and agreed with Carlisle that there would be peace between the pack and our family, we were just never allowed to set foot on First Beach or the reservation again. Carlisle was more than fine with that and made us apologize for our wrong doing. Another thing that was in the treaty was that we were not allowed to turn a human without the consent of the human since they never assumed there would be a human that would actually want to willingly become a vampire. They had no idea that there would be someone so unique as Bella. At the time I didn't either.
As my story came to an end I looked down at Bella. Her eyes were closed and her lips that were now fuller but still ruby red as always, were curled into a smile. I assumed she enjoyed my story telling. Running my fingers across her cheek I began telling her about the stupidest shit that my brothers and I have done over the years out of sheer boredom.
Starting with how one summer in the late 1950's Emmett, Jasper and I came across an old ghost town, was a tourist attraction that happened to be two hours away from our house. We walked around the little tourist spot that was rather boring. After panning for fake gold, checking out the one room schoolhouse that Jasper said looked very similar to the one he had attended in his human days. We visited the tiny Post Office and other buildings as well as the Sheriff's Office where we spent our time pretending to lock each other in the jail cell.
But soon Emmett, Jasper, and I grew bored. Not wanting to go back home just yet, it was then that the three of us quickly decided that this goat town needed some "real" ghost. We came up with the idea to hide in the shadows as well in the crawl spaces of the buildings and haunt the ghost town, scaring the few tourists as well as the people that worked in the gift shops, just to liven things up a bit. We did such a good job that the tourist attraction closed down after a week of our little game. Frightened people were claiming the ghost town was really haunted and none of the shop owners wanted to return.
Of course it didn't take long for our parents to find out we were behind the chaos. Carlsile had asked us what our thought process had been, all three of us came up with the same answer that we were bored. Esme was shaking her head then. Since both of my brothers and I were bored our mother decided to fix that and enrolled the three of us in summer school. My brothers and I never haunted another ghost town after that.
With the passing hours my stories became more animated, the whole time Bella laid still in my arms. Her breathing was steady and her heart was skipping beats. She seemed to be listening to my odd stories of mischief and chaos. There were a lot. After all, when you're an indestructible teenage boy for all eternity and you have two older brothers that are always coming up with bright ideas to beat boredom, there's never a dull moment.
I ended my crazy tales with how Jasper, Emmett and myself went to a Civil War auction in the 1970's and acquired a cannon that we ended up taking turns shooting each other out of in our backyard. Rosalie and Alice, who were the only ones home at the time we arrived home, since it was date night and our parents were out, came to witness our stupidity. My sisters couldn't understand the fun in being shot out of a cannon, they quickly went inside. When Carlisle and Esme returned from date night they couldn't believe the purchase we made. Even though my brothers and I couldn't actually get hurt with our activity, our parents confiscated our new toy and returned it to the auction.
Towards the morning I noticed the significant changes that Bella had gone through, she was now unmistakably a vampire, all traces of her humaness were gone. She no longer felt small and fragile in my arms but more sturdy. Her transformation was coming to an end.
I then decided that it was time to get up and clean her up. She was no longer screaming in agony and her body was no longer twitching. I had a feeling she was going to wake up soon. I had no idea of the time frame, I couldn't ask Alice since she and Jasper were…er…busy. I wasn't about to interrupt them in their moment of intimacy.
I got up off the bed and went over to the closet and grabbed fresh close for myself. I didn't grab any for Bella since Alice already picked out her outfit and placed it in the bathroom. Draping my clothes over my shoulder I went back over to the bed.
"Bella, I'm going to lift you up." I said, scoping her into my arms. "We're going to go into the bathroom and take a nice warm bath." I began walking out of the room with her in my arms.
It was amazing to me how different Bella felt in my arms. The hours had changed her. Her body was soft yet firm, she was no longer my fragile little human that I had to mind my strength with. My venom was now running through her body instead of blood. It was only a matter of time that her heart would stop and she would open her eyes.
Going into the bathroom and shutting the door behind me, I gave her a play by play of everything I was doing. From turning on the faucets to grabbing the plug, to plugging up the tub to allow the water to fill up. I stood her up, holding her with one arm as I removed my clothes. Then as gently as I could I removed her clothes, always explaining what I was doing. I didn't want to catch her off guard.
Seeing her new body that was so new yet familiar had me impossibly hard. I knew that I would have to wait a while before we would be able to have sex. Bella would have to adapt to her new life before we could fully enjoy each other and I could explore her body. I'll have to wait and be patient before we can have fun. I knew that blood would be her main focus for the next several months.
Picking Bella up we went over to the tub. I turned off the faucet and stepped into the warm water. I was trying to think about the least sexiest thing in hopes my hard member would become soft. It wasn't working. Sitting down in the tub with her on my lap I apologize for my erection that was pressed in between my stomach and her back. Her breathing sped up for some reason.
I grabbed a plastic cup that was on the side of the tub by the faucet. "Love, I'm going to wet your hair now." I explained, filling the cup with water.
Gently I poured the water over her head, getting her hair soaked. She flinched a little then relaxed. Next I grabbed the shampoo bottle, squeezing the pink strawberry smelling liquid into my hand, applying it to her blood matted brown hair and leathering it up. As gently as I could I began working the shampoo through all the knots and tangles. It was a long process but finally I was done. Letting the shampoo sit in her hair I wet my own hair, grabbed the black and green bottle of Axe Body wash and poured some onto my hand, washing my own hair. Once I was done I rinsed her hair and mine as well. Our bath water was now tinted a red orange color from the blood that had been in her hair. I did not tell her that as I explained my actions as I unplugged the tub, letting the water drain and turned on the shower as I stood us up, grabbing her body wash, a wash rag and then began washing her up.
Standing there in the shower, washing her with the water hitting her beautiful body had my man hood twitching in anticipation. I was becoming annoyed with my over active teenage boy hormones. I was not pleased with where my thoughts were going. I kept having to remind myself that I was only cleaning my wife up, that nothing else was going to happen. Not yet anyway.
As the water washed away the last soap suds from Bella's beautiful body, the sound of her heart drummed loudly and came to a sudden hult. Her eyes - two pools of crimson - flew open, staring right at me.
There we were. Two vampires, fully naked, standing under the stream of the hot water. She was unmoving and so was I. Both of us held each other's gaze. I was wondering what she saw in my horrible red eyes, how much she remembered of her last moments of being human and if she had any idea what the color of my eyes ment. I had explained what the different eye color ment to her when she was human, but did she remember now?
"Well, Edward," Bella smiled. Her voice was melodic, like a bright morning song. "You know, you could have at least given me a little warning before going all Dracula on me." She ran a finger across my right cheek stopping under my chin.
I gulged. Shit. She remembered.
"I'm...I'm… I'm so sorry about that." I apologised as images of her ripping my head off ran through my mind at lighting speed.
"Don't worry. I forgive you." She placed a kiss upon my lips that I graciously returned.
My head was spinning. Bella, my wife was now a vampire. Her voice was different yet the same, just like her beautiful body. As well as her luscious lips that felt like velvet against mine. Our kiss ended all too soon.
"You forgive me?" I asked in disbelief, she nodded her head. "Why?"
Of course I was grateful for her ever forgiving personality that didn't change. I was only shocked with how easy she forgave me after I committed such a horrible act.
"I always knew that when you would change me you wouldn't be strong enough to resist my blood. I'm not oblivious, I know you have needs." She explained matter-of-factly. "But like I said, a little warning would have been nice."
"I'm truly sorry about that, love." I said remorsefully. "I didn't think about what I was doing. Once I smelled the appetizing scent of your blood I lost it."
Bella nodded her head in understanding. She then closed the distance between us, grabbing my ass and bringing me as close to her as we could get. She was strong and her gripp kinda hurt.
"Careful, love." I said, putting my arms around her. "You are much stronger than you remember. You're also stronger than me. It's your turn now to be gentle with me now." I reminded her.
"Opse." Is all she said. Giggles slipped from her lips. A musical sound.
I chuckled. More than anything I wanted to hear her thoughts, to know what she was thinking right this minute. How strange it was that since our wedding night I was able to hear her thoughts on certain occasions. I couldn't figure that out why that was.
Before I realized what was happening while Bella and I stood under the water in the shower, I felt her hands exploring my back and ass. My erection that was painfully hard was pressed against her belly, she moaned as one of her hands went from my ass to my hard member. She began stroking me with gentle precise movements. I knew we should get out, we needed to get dressed. I needed to take her hunting. But my logic was quickly crumbling as her lips locked with mine. The intensity of our kiss along with her hand on my penis sent shivers down my spine. My hands quickly grabbed her perfectly round ass. Her skin was now made of stone like my own but still soft and gentle under my touch.
With our kiss becoming more passionate with each second I was barely aware when I heard Alice, who was still down the hall in the bedroom with Jasper. Excitedly announced to him that Bella was awake. She must have had a vision.
My hands quickly found my wifes perfectly round perky breast and gently rubbed them, making her nipple harden by my touch. I was glad to see that her body still had the same reaction to me. She let out a moan full of desire. My mind was wheeling with all the possibilities of how I could love and appreciate and more importantly, makeup it up to her how I selfishly took her human life. So many possibilities were racing through my mind. While I was lost in thought Bella wasn't. She already had the bathtub pluged up, the shower off and the tub filling up.
What Bella did next came without any warning and was a total shock to me. She grabbed me with gentle hands, pushed me down in the water, sending me down to the bottom of the tub with a loud thump and water splashing all around us as well as onto the floor. Equally startled and mesmerized at my wife's strength and speed I stared up at her. She didn't speak a word, only smiled a sexy little smile. Trying to figure out what she was going to do next I blinked and the next thing I knew she was sitting in the tub on her knees in front of me. Her piercing red eyes twinkled with mischief and a seductive smile played on her lips as she grabbed my penis.
My breath hitched. My head was spinning. Here I had been no nervous for Bella to wake up, assuming she'd be infuriated with me for what I had done. I expected I'd have to beg for her forgiveness for hours on end. But now, what was happening was far from what I had expected. Bella always seems to do the opposite of what I expect.
The noise from the bathroom along with the water splashing had my siblings concerned. Alice hadn't been paying attention to how well Bella was doing, thank god for that. So both her and Jazz were fearing the worse when they ran down the hall.
Simultaneously Bella dunked under water, her lips finding my penis and placing a small kiss on my tip as my siblings knocked on the door.
"Edward!" Alice called out. "Are you alight?"
"Little bro? Bella?" Came Jasper's weary voice. "Is everything alright?"
Bella's lips and mouth wrapped around my penis at that moment. Making me unable to form a coherent thought. I was unable to answer them.
I heard more knocking on the door.
"Hallelujah!" I shouted in ecstasy as Bella swirled her tongue on the head of my penis.
"Come on, Alice." Jasper chuckled, picking up on mine and Bella's emotions. "Something tells me they are fine."
"Oh my." Alice sounded surprised. "Hey guys!" She called to Bella and I as they walked away. "Don't forget to turn off the water."
I didn't have time to ponder over what my sister might have seen to make her add the warning. I only did as she said and turned off the faucets.
I then went back to focusing on the pleasure and the sight of Bella's head bobbing up and down in the water. It's wonderful that she no longer needs to take in oxygen, the possibilities to our sex life are now endless. With each movement her tongue and lips made around my penis it was easy to forget about everything else. She was making me feel so magnificent that a growl of pleasure escaped my lips as I grabbed a fist full of her hair. Something I've never done during her human days when she gave me a blow job. I had always been fearful that I would hurt her. I no longer had to worry about that.
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Now Bella is a vampire. Finally! Of course she forgave Edward for his little slip-up. After all she's very forgiving, loves him and really wanted to be a vampire.
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