The chapter that we've all been waiting for.

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I don't know how you all will take it but I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed reading it.

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I wandered through the huge house for nearly half an hour before I found myself in the kitchen.

Alice and Rosalie had gone out…doing something and I hadn't been invited. I tried not to take that personally seeing the fact that they were probably doing something about Prom and I wasn't nearly ready to take that challenge head on. I was also supposed to stay because when Edward showed up, he needed to see me, quick and fast, like ripping a band-aid off.

Stephen had had better luck. Emmett and Jasper were sitting with him squashed between them, looking slightly uncomfortable while he diligently listened to Emmett explain the 2005 version of whatever video game he had stocked. I wasn't invited for that either.

Lately, it felt like I was trying not to take a lot of things personally.

It was somewhat of a relief to be in the kitchen. It was steel and marble, cool and had the touch of one of those TV show kitchens where everything runs smoothly, unlike the real house kitchens, like back at home, where the toaster never seemed to work properly.

"I was wondering when you'd come in."

I jolted, whirling around to see Esme smiling softly at me from behind the counter. "Hmm…?" I asked.

"You've been walking around the house for so long…I could hear your footsteps everywhere." She said, returning her gaze to the plate in front of her.

"I'm sorry." I said.

"Don't be ridiculous; it's your house too. Although, I must say I was quite surprised when you kept going to that particular room and always turned back."

I sighed. For the time I was ghosting about, I'd probably found myself in front of Edward's closed door ten times and each time I felt like I had no right to be there. It was his space. I needed his permission to broach that boundary.

"You don't have to explain."

"I want to, but I don't know if I can. I don't even know if I understand anything myself." I said.

She patted the seats in front of her. "Why don't you come and talk to me; I may not be a therapist but talking usually helps." She said.

"Thanks Esme," I said hopping on to one of the swivel chairs in front of the stove. I watched her as she worked, moving around the kitchen with lightening speed as she gathered bread, butter, cheese, salami, all ingredients for a delicious sandwich.

"What happened when James was tracking me?" I asked.

She buttered the bread. "Well, from what I know, you gave Alice, Jasper and Edward quite the scare when you decided to take off with Stephen like that. It wasn't till we traced your cell phone when we knew that you had talked to the Tracker. They called Carlisle, and Rosalie and I in turn watched over Bella and her father. We waited for two days," he face faltered slightly, "When they came back; no one talked for hours…I could just tell by the look on Edward's face something was very wrong. You and Stephen had passed away but when they came to clear the evidence, both of your bodies were gone. I think that's what rattled him so much." She looked away as I swallowed.

"I shouldn't be here." I said.

"Tulika," She began but I spoke over her. "What if I'm making it worse? He could move on. He's immortal. I'm just…dragging all of you down." I said helplessly.

"Or…you are exactly where you're supposed to be. My son needs you to live, Tulika. He's surviving, but barely," she whispered.

I nodded and she let out a low breath, as if she'd been holding it, watching for my reaction then pushed the plate towards me.

"You don't look like you've eaten in days, sweetie," she smiled before her eyes flickered over my shoulder. I turned around to see Alice standing in the doorway looking at me.

"You might want to hold off the eating. Edward's in the woods. I think it's time he sees you. Alone."

I loved walking in the woods. I wasn't lying, honestly I did. My sense of direction was decent, I could keep to a trail, I knew how to mark my place, plus all the extra reading I'd done on the topic, made me fairly sure I could make it in the woods.

Right about now though, I felt as unsure as a baby deer trying its legs out for the first time.

After Alice's proclamation, I'd found myself being led through the glass doors behind the kitchen to stand near the woods. "Keep walking straight, you'll find him soon enough." Alice had said in what she probably thought was a reassuring voice.

For me…not so much; I craved the thought of security, I wanted someone to be there, but I also knew that I needed to do this alone. Six months, I hadn't seen him. Six months, he's thought I was dead and gone.

If our meeting went messy, I needed to keep it between ourselves but I was also pretty sure Alice was watching me. Like Edward, her powers had a presence. I could feel her somewhere just beyond the reach of my mind.

I stopped near a big fir. I'd been walking for 15 minutes now but there was no sign of him.

He was supposed to be here.

Where was he?

What alerted me was the sharp break of dry wood and I whirled around, my back pressed to the fir. "Edward," I called into the greenery, immediately feeling stupid. Here I was, calling out to a fictional character, in a fictional world.

This is your reality now. This is your world now. I thought to myself and took another step forward. It needed to be done with.

"Edward, it's me." I whispered, hating myself for how pathetic I sounded but I couldn't help it. I was beyond my own cares right now.

The last break of twig made me spin around again and stop.

If only an angel had stepped down from the heavens, blessing me with the love of the world…I would've been happier. It was what every girl dreamt about, didn't they? At least that's what they told me…

He was standing right in the centre of the small clearing, arms hanging loose next to him, eyes shuttered and his mouth a thin, disbelieving line.

He looked bad.

His hair, normally so glossy looked limp, as if he had stopped paying it much attention, it hung all over his head now, obscuring his forehead and casting shadows over his eyes. He looked even paler than usual, as if he'd just stopped basking in the sunlight, like Bella. His clothes, a navy sweater with his cream jacket and jeans hung loosely on him. However, the most disturbing of all these details were his eyes.

They just looked closed, as if the windows to his soul were barred. A light that always seemed to shine behind his luminous gold green was gone, dark circles ringing his eyes almost making it seem like he'd taken a beating.

It was enough to make me fall back a step, my gasp echoing loudly among the silent trees.

My angel hadn't stepped down from the heavens to grant me eternal love. He had crawled his way back up from hell and was nursing his broken bones and bloody nails. His beauty was still as excruciating to look at but now it had a blanket of pain and heartbreak and loss tossed over him.

What had I been thinking? Had I honestly thought it could get worse than this? He looked…dead. Even I hadn't looked that bad when I'd gotten back to my world.

"When I heard the rumors; I thought it was my mind playing a sick joke on me. When I heard the school gossip; I thought I was starting to come undone. Now here you are; right in front of me, pristine like the first time I saw you. I can hear your heartbeat, smell your scent…tell me; Tulika, have I finally gone mad?"

I just stood there watching him.

His voice was stony, like he didn't really expect me to answer him. It hadn't lost much of its smooth silkiness that all vampires possessed. It just sounded like the silk had frayed at the edges and had been run with sandpaper a million times.

I just couldn't get over his eyes…

Well, what could I say?

"If anyone's mad here, it's me. I thought I could walk away. I thought I could give up on us." I breathed. His eyes flickered but still didn't burn with life. "That's doesn't answer my question." he said.

"I don't have to answer your question. Edward, you know it's me…" I said.

"You died. I would know; I held you while you bled out in my arms…I promised you that I would not go off the rails. I kept that promise. Why have you come back to torture me?" his words were angry but his voice was still dead.

All of a sudden I was filled with a desperate need to bring him to life. He was no good to me a hollow house of what he was. I needed the man I loved back.

"I did die. I woke up. For six months, I have been living my life like I would've if I had never come here. For six month, I've been just me…but believe me, I'm back now, and I'm alive."

I took a hesitant step forward and his eyes narrowed.

"It's not possible."

"It is, I'm here."

I took another step forward and his arms tightened at his sides. I was close, so close…

"Edward, it's me," I breathed and finally reached him, standing right into his personal space, invading him, trying to infuse him with me.

"I can't live with myself if you break this spell you're casting." He said, his eyes closing, long lashes brushing the top of his cheeks.

"Well, then it's a good thing that I'm not a witch then," I whispered, reaching up and letting just my fingertips rest on his cheek. His eyes opened and he gave me a dry look. "That's not true. You do have something of a witch in you." He said in a low tone, making me pull back and look at him in confusion.

"You have bewitched me."

With that, his lips came crashing down on mine.

*Woosh* Yes, ladies and gentlemen (if there are any who're reading this) that was the sound of my own heart taking off.

I just ship it so much, ok?!

I know it's kinda short but after delaying THEIR reunion for so long I kind of felt that they needed a chapter to themselves you know.

So, my questions for today:

How did you like it? Did I make the reunion too quick? Was it fine?

What do you think is going to happen to our pairing now? Is it anyone's OTP?

Is there anyone here who think that Tulika is much better suited to Edward than Bella? (I personally do ;) but I'm biased!)

Is Edika a nice name for this ship?

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