"Whisked Back"
By: lookinthestars
A/N: Thank you so, so much for the 27 smiles insanely reviews! That is a ridiculously large number for a story with 2 chapters! I guess you must really like this story! Or, you could be lying to me….
Enjoy this next step in "Whisked Back'! R & R if you want me to smile again!
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns the rights to the books "Twilight" and "New Moon". I don't own anything except this story plot.
Chapter Three:
"Seeing Pink"
I lay in bed with Edward after our earlier closeness. We had done it. And it, was the most amazing thing I had ever felt. Partly, because it was it, but mostly, because I was able to spend 6 hours and counting next to my one, true, love, without him fighting the urge to bite me. Soulmates. That's what we were.
Edward and I were as close as the earth would allow us, my head on his bare chest, his arms around my stomach. He occasionally leaned down to kiss my hair, which was now shaken out freely. We listened to each others heart beat as the night continued on. Neither of us was ready to leave this heaven, and drift into darkness, no matter how tired we were.
Edward then shifted under my body. I turned to face him. "What?" His godlike features were still distinct, even if he wasn't a vampire.
"I was just….thinking." He sighed.
I rolled around, my bare stomach now touching his bare chest. I blushed. "About what?"
"You." I rolled my eyes. Of course he was. I was his wife, and I was lying on him, naked, after our first time. What else could he be thinking about? Dragonflies?
"Edward?" I said after a few more minutes of silence.
"Hmmm?" He was struggling to find coherent words. He was busy staring at me. I playfully slapped him. "I mean….What Ma'am?" He made a point of becoming a stiff soldier, his hand that was playing with my hair flung up to his forehead. He saluted me, then glanced at me with questioning eyes.
"Shut up," I teased. Then an awkward silence took over the room. "How will we….you know…get back? To the future, present…."
"Bella," He said, taking my hand in his. "I really don't know."
I was worried about this answer. "Oh. Okay."
"I mean, I don't think Carlisle will change us. He knows I have you, and you have me. Who knows that he'll even believe us?" He shut his eyes tightly. "Bella, I remember the date I got sick with the Spanish Influenza." My eyes opened, wide with worry. I reached my hand up to touch his face. He relaxed when I caressed his cheek, his eyes still closed.
"When?" I asked, in a hushed tone. He opened his green eyes and looked at me, in pain.
"Tomorrow." He breathed out. I jumped.
"What did you say?" I hissed, my words coming out stronger than I'd hoped.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Bella. I didn't even think of you before we…. I'm so sorry, Bella," His eyes scanned my face.
"For what?" My tone was higher, squeakier. I was frightened.
"I could have it already. My symptoms won't show until tomorrow, but I could have it already and I might have passed it to…." He ranted, turning frantic, his words all jumbled.
"Me." I finished for him. He nodded.
"I'm so sorry, Bella." His green eyes were filled with disappointment. In himself.
"Edward," I smoothed his face with the back of my hand, "I love you so much, and if Carlisle won't change us before we….die," I paused, Edward's face turned to pure fear. "If he won't change us before we die, we'll die together."
"NO!" Edward yelled, not quite to the point of roaring. "Bella, no! I'm supposed to be here and protect you! I can't just let you die! It's my fault you're probably sick! It'll be my fault! All mine! I'm…" Edward gasped for air and pulled himself closer to me. I hugged him back, and then felt cool tears running down my head. I pulled my eyes up, and saw Edward sobbing, quietly, drenching himself.
"Edward," I rubbed the tears that were brimming over his eyes. He looked away from me, obviously disgusted with himself. I reached out to his face and turned his head toward me. He grimaced and looked down. I'd never seen him so torn up.
"Bella, I love you to much to lose you. Can't you see that? I have no excuse for my selfishness. We shouldn't have had sex. I put you in too much danger." I gasped. He was regretting last night, or I should say, this morning?
"You are sorry for what we did?" I let the tears come freely. He looked up, shocked.
"Bella, no! I love you, and I'm glad we could finally….But now that it has led to your death," He grimaced, "I hate myself."
"Edward, who knows I even have the influenza?" I spoke up, hopefully, But we both knew that I had it, and that he had it, deep inside.
"Stop. Let's stop. We'll wait for tomorrow. Tonight, I just want to be with you. No worries." Edward suggested. I yawned.
"Okay." I relocated myself on top of Edward's glorious chest. He pressed his face into my hair, and wrapped his arms around my waist. Edward reached down and grabbed the bed cover that had been pushed to the end of the bed, and pulled over us. We sighed at the same time, our bodies warming each others.
"I love you, Bella."
"I love you, Edward."
And with that, our minds drifted off into unconsciousness.
I woke with a start. My head ached, and my entire body was heated to an extreme. Damn. I realized then, that I had the influenza. The pain I felt was indescribable. My cheeks burned above a blushing level, and my bones were all sore. I couldn't move.
"Edward?" I realized my breathing was shallow. I tried to take in more air, but only succeeded in causing pain to my lungs.
"Bella?" Edward moaned, his normally velvet voice was rough.
"I'm sick." I stated the obvious. I opened my eyes, the blurring decreasing. I could see Edward, lying next to me, his arm pressed around my body, protectively. We were both unnaturally sweaty. I looked up into his face and saw his cheeks were flushed a deep pink. His eyes were trying to open, and once he saw my state, he jumped up, staggering. He and I were still naked.
"We need to go to the," He hacked, "Hospital." Edward raced around his room, grabbing clothes as he went. He pulled on some boxers, more bloomers then boxers, and shoved his legs into a pair of loose, black pants. I sat up, reached for a light gray sweater and a 1900's jacket, and then tossed them to him. He put them on, then helped me out of the bed, staring at my nakedness to long. I smiled, but it hurt.
"Put on the dress you were wearing yesterday." Edward instructed. Obediently, I pulled on the nightmare I had worn yesterday and fixed my hair into a messy bun.
Edward grabbed my hand and lead out of his house. It was raining and freezing outside. We walked a bit, hurrying if our bodies let us. Edward still held my hand as he dragged me through the streets. He seemed much stronger then I was. The rain soaked through my dress and hair, and I was glad at that moment, that I had been wearing undergarments. I would have gotten a lot more stares then I was already getting if I wasn't. My dress was turning see through.
"Edward! Slow do-" I wheezed and panted for my lungs to fill. Edward turned to look at me, his eyes filled with worry. He let go of my hand.
"I'll carry you. We have to go faster." He explained sharply. I nodded and he picked me up. Edward staggered under my wait a little, but moved on.
"Edward?" He looked down at me. "Was it raining the last time you were…in 1918?" I wondered. If it was raining, then everything must've happened the same as in the 1918 Edward had been turned. But that means….
"Yes." Edward muttered, focused on getting us to the hospital. I coughed into his chest. I felt Edward's hot hand, rubbing my back.
"Then, shouldn't your mot--, I mean, Carlisle told me your mother was in the hospital with you, when…I mean, last time…" The influenza was making it hard for me to think clearly. Or speak, for that matter.
"My mother was with me last time. She came home, with the influenza already, you know, last 1918. But, last time I was in Chicago in 1918," He gasped for air. I held tightly to his body, smoothing his chest. He continued to walk. "I hadn't asked the Beatrice, our maid, to leave. Beatrice then, finding out I was sick, somehow notified my mother. She came home, my father had died from the influenza in New York, and we were both transported to the hospital together, where we…died."
I gasped, and held onto him tighter. "So that means…." I trailed off.
"She's already dead." Edward said, speaking the truth. I kissed him and he continued to take us to the hospital.
"I'm sorry, Edward." I murmured into his heated chest. He nodded, then turned a corner. I looked up and could see a large building that read "Chicago Hospital".
"Thank God" Edward muttered under his breath. He ran the rest of the way, human pace, mind you, and got us inside. We were both drenching wet and probably turning different shades of pink and yellow from the heat in our body.
"We need to see Dr. Carlisle Cullen!" Edward shouted at the bored receptionist. She turned to face us; her hair was a deep gray.
"Dr. Cullen only works night shifts. And it's," She turned a clock to our direction. "6:30 in the morning." I glared at her. Couldn't she see we were dying?
"We have the influenza, and we need to see Dr. Cullen. Now." Edward stepped in, his voice urgent.
"Oh boy? Another Influenza. Do both of you have it?" The old receptionist asked. No, you smart-aleck. Only he has it. I have the power to turn different colors and gag uncontrollably. It's one of my hobbies.
"Yes Ma'am. We both have it." Edward answered, gently. 'Always a gentlemen' Esme had once told me.
"Sit down over there." The old woman said, pointing to a group of empty chairs. Heartless Hag. I was glad Edward couldn't hear my thoughts. He grabbed my hand and we walked over to the chairs. Edward sat and I bounced into the chair next to him. I whispered to him, trying to lighten the mood.
"What's she thinking?" He smiled, and it was obvious we were both in much pain. I smiled back at him, hoping that my smile could help him.
"She's thinking that she needs to convince herself that I'm too young for her, and that she hopes you're my sister." I giggled. Ouch.
"She has a strange way of showing her love for you." I said, still whispering.
"Definitely." Edward chuckled. "She's thinking of our would-be first date."
"Really?" I casually turned around, first looking at a health chart, then at the receptionist. She glared back at me, looking me over. I looked up at Edward, and was grinning an evil smile. "What?" I asked. Edward snickered.
"We have to show her something." Edward whispered, passionately. He grabbed my body, and pulled me onto his lap. Edward took my face between his hands, then pressed his lips to mine. I responded by giggling through our lips, then twisting my fingers into his gorgeous, bronze hair. I could see what he was doing. He was proving to the old women that he couldn't date her. I laughed at the situation.
While we were kissing, I heard a loud Bam! And Edward and I looked up to see what it was. We saw that the receptionist was storming off in fury, toward the doors that led to the patients ward. Edward and I laughed into each others bodies. I, into his chest, and he into my hair. I heard the clearing of a throat and looked up. Edward was grinning sheepishly at the receptionist, who was standing over us with some papers, glaring.
"Names?" The woman grunted. I didn't know what my name was here. It couldn't be the last name I really had, Cullen, and It certainly wasn't going to be Swan.
"Edward Anthony Masen and…Isabella Masen." Edward answered for us. The woman looked down at me, a questioning look. "She's my wife." Edward told the woman. The receptionist scribbled down something on the papers, then looked at Edward.
"Ahh…you got married Mr. Masen?" The receptionist stumbled. Edward paused, not knowing what to do. I held up my left hand, showing off my rings. The woman's eyes turned as big as saucers, then she redirected herself to the papers. "I see. Uhh….follow me." Edward and I stood up, then I was suddenly reminded of the pain of the influenza. I grabbed my stomach and gasped.
"Bella?" Edward asked anxiously. His hand move d to my back. "Bella? What's wrong?" I shook my head, then straightened up. Edward picked me up once again, and followed the receptionist who had turned her back to us. She led us to a room with two beds.
"Spouses get to share a room." She muttered. Edward smiled down at me, then carried me in. He laid me on the bed closest to the window, tucking the covers around me. The pain was taking over.
"I'll be right next to you, Bella. Right here." Edward wheezed. I guessed he had been trying to mask his pain from me, to take care of me. Through my haze, I saw that Edward was turning towards the other bed.
"No!" I yelled with as much force as I could. Edward turned. "Stay. Here. Next to me." He smiled, getting into the bed with me. I wrapped my weak arms around him, and sighed. These beds were uncomfortable, but so much better if Edward was next to me.
"Sleep now Bella." Edward whispered. My eyes squeezed shut, I heard a weak rendition of my lullaby, as Edward hummed it to me, and then I drifted into unconsciousness.
I woke to the sound of beeping and worried voices.
"She's getting better, but he seems to be getting sicker from her. Like he's taking away her sicknesses and giving it to himself." A voice shot off.
"That doesn't make any sense!" Another voice shouted. I couldn't seem to find my eyes, but I felt Edwards arms around me.
"Both of you, calm down!" A smoother voice stated. Carlisle?
"Carlisle? Carlisle?" I whispered frantically.
"Shh, Bella. Hold on." Carlisle assured me. Bella? He should know me as Isabella. Unless….
"Men, I think I'm going to run more tests now. If you could leave…." Carlisle instructed.
"Of course, Dr. Cullen." Both of the other voices answered. I heard the door to our room close.
"Bella? How are you doing?" Carlisle asked me.
"Carlisle? How do you know my name? Edward said you might not know who we were." Then, my eyes opened, slowly. But I could then see Carlisle's face, bending over Edward and I. I then glanced over at Edward, and saw he looked much worse then me. His body was all sweaty, and the doctors had taken off his shirt. I looked down and saw I was wearing just a sleeping gown.
"Bella, when you and Edward…died, from Victoria killing you, something happened when you died. Everyone in the world was transported back to where they were in 1918. For most people, they weren't alive yet."
"The entire world?" I gaped.
"Yes, Bella. The world. But, the only people who seem to remember their old lives are our family. Or so I think." He paused. "I remember, and Edward and you remember. I haven't met up with Esme, Alice, Jasper, Rosalie or Emmett yet. Most of them are still humans, besides Jasper. He's in Texas. But I'm pretty sure they remember."
"Oh" I said. I had so many questions.
"Bella, I don't think that not liking the smell or taste of blood was your power. I think you had a much bigger power that the blood part fit into."
"Edward told me something like that…." I muttered.
"I think…your power was something along the lines of….well, Bella. You have a very deep mind, and that's why, I think, that Edward's power doesn't work on you. Or Aro's or Jane's." Carlisle took a breath. I nodded. "I had a theory; Edward told you it, that people who are turned vampire bring with them their….biggest trait I guess. Edward was well aware of the thoughts of people around him so he could read minds…."
"So, what do you think was my power?" I asked, getting to the point.
"I think…you could control your body with your mind. Like you put a block up on your mind so Edward can't read your thoughts, or you willed yourself to hate the smell of blood."
"Huh?"
"Let's see…." Carlisle pondered for an answer. "Let's say there was a very thirst vampire. The vampire was forced to be locked in a room of humans. That vampire would probably not be able to restrain himself enough, and end up drinking all the blood from the humans. Let's say you were that vampire and you were locked into that room of humans. You haven't hunted in 3 months, and the blood is calling to you. Since you would be able to control your body with your mind, you would be able to fill yourself up, with out blood, with your mind, and make yourself immune to the scent of blood."
"And that's what I did when I became a first became I vampire…." I thought out loud.
"Okay, here's another example. Edward is the fastest runner in our family. You know that, right?"
"Yeah. Esme told me at the baseball game…" I told Carlisle, my eyes wide.
"Great. Edward is the fastest. And with your power, you could have willed yourself to be faster then Edward, or anything else for that matter."
"Wow." I was stunned.
"What else? Oh! If you were a vampire, you could probably, probably, will yourself other vampire powers. Like Edwards, for example. If you were both vampires, you might be able to read minds when you wanted."
"But Edward says that he hears a buzz or hum of voices since he has that power. I didn't hear voices in my head when I first woke up." I protested.
"Bella, this is what makes you so powerful. You can turn off everything. If you mimicked Edward's power, or controlled your blood lust, you can always turn it off, and go back to being thirsty, or not reading minds whenever you wanted. Do you understand?" Carlisle finished, his eyes sparkling.
"Yeah, I think so." I couldn't speak. I could have been the most powerful vampire in the world. "Wait. How do we get back to the future?"
"I think I just have to change you back," Carlisle explained.
"Oh. Easy enough." I looked at Edward. "Is Edward okay? Why do I feel better? He looks so sick!" I shot of at Carlisle.
"I don't know. I really just don't know. He shouldn't be so sick. We've been helping him so much. I've even been using medicine from 1918's future, but nothing is working. He's dying Bella. He's sicker then when I bit him the last time. I don't know if he'll make it if I do bite him."
"What?! Then bite me! Carlisle! Change me! Then we can go back to the future!"
"Bella, I would….it's just….while we were doing tests and such, you…." Carlisle struggled for words.
"What, Carlisle? Why won't you change me?" I screeched, becoming hysterical.
"Well, you, you had….uh…two heartbeats…."
"Huh? What?" I couldn't make sense of this.
"Bella, you….you're pregnant. With Edward's child."
OH! Cliffhanger. I hate them as much as you do, so review…a lot! I'll update tonight, or as soon as I get 45 reviews….which ever comes first. I had loads of trouble with the Bella's power junk, so reward me! Please!
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P.P.S. I know that all the hospital jargon was not correct, don't sue me. Example: I know Bella wouldn't be able to tell she was pregnant until about a week after….Deal.