A/N: So here's the deal: Edward kidnapped Bella… YAY!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: Alas, I do not own Twilight… Nor do I own Symphony by Sarah Brightman, nor "The Phantom of the Opera".
I died.
Yes that's what happened.
I died.
Isn't that funny?
The one thing that made my heart flutter with life, is also the one thing that stopped it in its tracks forever.
Or at least that's what it felt like when I realized what was going on.
He just told me his biggest secret and I laughed it off, only to realize seconds later that he was dead serious.
Those three little words………..
OH. MY. GOD!!!!!!!!!!!
This how it happened…
"So why did you suddenly decide to kidnap me again?" I asked Edward as he weaved through the residue morning traffic in the freeway.
"Because I felt like it." Was his simple answer. He turned slightly and gave me his crooked smile. My heart fluttered a little. Down boy. I commanded.
"Oh really? And I'm supposed to just accept that?" I asked folding my arms in my chest to prove the point that I was not happy with his answer.
"Yes. Bella I don't like it when I don't have my way." He said, very sternly.
"Hmp." I knew I looked like a little girl being stubborn but I was just kiddnapped for heaven's sake! How was I supposed to feel? Elated?
Yes. A little voice in my head told me. And shut up. He's going to think you don't like him! Is that what you want? To scare away the one thing, or the one person rather, that makes moving to Nowhereland, Washington worth it! (Sorry to those who live in Forks, Washington! The real one, anyway!)
I was too into my little schizophrenic rant to realize that Edward was fiddling with the controls, he was putting on a CD. I looked at the case. It was called Symphony by Sarah Brightman. Sarah Brightman. Huh.
He pressed play and the first song started. It was a mixture of classical and rock. I looked at the back of the case and read the first track's name. It was called "Fleur du Mal". I wasn't great with my French but using the little Spanish I knew I guessed the literal meaning was "Bad Flowers". I said that out loud.
Edward looked at me and cocked an eyebrow, impressed. "Yes. That's the literal meaning. But the translation could be "Flowers of Evil". He looked at me expecting me to be shocked.
I wasn't. "Really why?" Why would you name a song like that?
"Well listen to the song. Open the inside booklet and the lyrics are there. Follow along and you'll understand the song better." I did what he told me.
Sarah Brightman was in the first sentence of the song by this time and I hurriedly started to follow.
Is it you I keep thinking of? Should I feel like I do? I've come to know that I miss your love While I'm not missing you We run Til it's gone Et les fleurs du mal Won't let you be You hold the key to an open door Will I ever be free?
I let the lyrics sink in. Wow. Powerful.
Les fleurs du mal unfold Comme les fleurs du mal Dark demons of my soul Un amour fatal Been tryin' hard to fight Comme les fleurs du mal Les fleurs du mal inside Un amour fatal
I think this is my favorite part. What I like about this part is that Brightman says one line, then a ghostly chours says the next. Than Brightman, then the chorus and so on. It's catchy. But the message for some reason makes my spine tingle a little.
All my life I've been waiting for In this perfume of pain To forget when I needed more Of love's endless refrain We live And we pray Pour les fleurs du mal I've lost my way What is done will return again Will I ever be free?
Again, wow. The lines : "In this perfume of pain" "Love's endless refrain" "Will I ever be free" stick in my head.
Les fleurs du mal unfold Comme les fleurs du mal Dark demons of my soul Un amour fatal Been tryin' hard to fight Comme les fleurs du mal Les fleurs du mal inside Un amour fatal
Deadly love. Why do I feel like those words should mean something to me?
Les fleurs du mal Comme les fleurs du mal Un amour fatal Comme les fleurs du mal
I look at Edward for a second. He was looking at the road intently. Almost with a passion, his hands were so tightly wound around the streering wheel you could see the tendons underneath is moonlight skin. What happened?
Les fleurs du mal unfold Comme les fleurs du mal Dark demons of my soul Un amour fatal Been tryin' hard to fight Comme les fleurs du mal Les fleurs du mal inside Un amour fatal
The song ends, I don't want to say anything because I'm afraid to upset him even more if he's upset with me in the first place.
The next song begins. "Phantom of the Opera" Featuring Chris Thomson as the Phantom himself. I finally pluck up the courage to say something.
"Isn't Sarah Brightman the original Christine Daaé in the play?" I ask trying to break the ice.
"Hmm?" He looks at me slightly and then back at the road, as if he forgot I was even there. "Yes, yes she is. Do you like the play?" His voice was somewhat strained.
"I've never seen the Broadway version. Only a high school redering. The song is so cool." I add.
"Yes. Do you know what they're saying though?" He asked, once again as if it hurt him to speak.
"Not really." I flipped through the little booklet. I start listening and following the song like before.
(Christine) In sleep he sang to me, In dreams he voice which calls to me, And speaks my name And do I dream again? For now I find,The Phantom of the Opera is here, Inside my mind
(Phantom) Sing once again with me, Our strange power over you, Grows stronger though you turn from me, To glance Phantom of the Opera is there, Inside your mind.
(Christine) Those who have seen your face, Draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear.
(Phantom) It's me they hear.
(Both) My/your spirit and my/your voice, In one Phantom of the Opera is here/there Inside your/my mind
(Phantom) In all your fantasies You always knew That man and mystery
(Christine)Were both in you
(Both) And in this labyrinth Where night is blind The Phantom of the opera is there/here Inside your/my mind
(Phantom) Sing my Angel of Music
(Christine) He's there, The Phantom of the Opera! (Vocalizing)
(Phantom) Sing!
(Christine) (Vocalizing higher)
(Phantom)Sing for me!
(Christine) (Vocalizing higher)
(Phantom) Sing my angel of music!
(Christine) (Sings higher)
(Phantom) SING FOR ME!
This song defenietly sent fivers up my spine. "That was amazing." I say listeining as the next song began.
"Yes. Amazing that a psychopath is after her and she accepts it?" Edward counters just as icily as before.
"No not that part. Well, if she truly loves him than nothing matters and I was refering to Brightman's vocals ." I say, rather meekly.
This sends Edward almost into convulsions. "What?!"
"Edward what happened your debonair mood you had on at the school? Why are you freaking out? What's going on? Did I in any way offend you?" Oh no. My voice is cracking.
"Bella," Edward abruptly parks the car in the shoulder of the freeway. I look around confused. He takes a deep breath still looking at the now still road and slowly turns to me, "I need to tell you something."
"What is it Edward?" I don't know what to think. Really I don't.
"Do you believe in mythological beings?" He asked looking intently at my face.
I was not expecting this. "What?" I blurt out.
He sighs again, aggravated this time. "Do you believe in the supernatural?"
"Edward-"
"Answer the question Bella!" He demands.
I blink thrice before answering. "What do you mean exactly?"
Edward turns to the steering wheel hitting it slightly and letting out a frustrated growl. "Damn it Bella just say 'yes' or 'no'!"
"No I don't." I say simply, I wasn't afraid but intrigued by not only his attitude but his odd and random question.
This made him laugh. "You don't? He laughed even harder.
"Edward are you high?" I ask seriously considering it.
"No of course not. I detest any kind of narcotics, but you what you just said is hilarious?"
"I don't understand…"
"Bella," He took another deep sigh and looked at me with such an intensity that I felt his auburn eyes burn into mine. "I'm a vampire."
I blink multiple times before the words sunk in. Then I was the one laughing.
"Bella?" Edward looked perplexed by my response to his incredulous statement.
My bounteous laughter slowly began to dwindle when I started to look at his face for the "I gotcha!" look. But it wasn't there.
"Edward..?"
Edward came at me like a bullet, my back hit the door, he was inches away from my face. My breath began to hitch, my heart began to beat like a deranged drum
Edward purred. He purred, while closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. "Mmmm… so good." His voice was low and throaty. "You smell so good, you have no idea. Your blood… mmmm…" He turned his head slightly and skimmed the inside of my throat with his nose, inhaling even more. I just stood like stone, my eyes watching him. Not understanding what was going on.
His nose still on my neck, he looked up at me and gave me a urbane smile he asked, "You still don't understand?"
I swallowed, not able to form words.
"Hmm… how shall I do this so that you finally understand?" He pondered mostly to himself. "Ah yes." He went back to skimming my throat with the tip of his nose when all of a sudden his teeth slowly grazed my skin.
I let out a sharp intake of breath, my heart began to pound so hard that I thought it was going to jump out of my ribs.
Edward Cullen is a vampire.
Vampire.
The love of my life is a blood-thirsty vampire.
A/N: So? I know that she didn't say the famous line but she will eventually I promise. I mean, come on that's the story wrapped up in a couple of sentences. Anyway, I know the songs were not necissary really but I still wanted to put them in the story. If you've never heared either song before I highly recommend you do. Their really good. :D!!!!!!!!!!!