Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, or any of its characters.
Is it possible to love someone more than life itself? Yes, it is. But that's only because I have her. And it only took me a hundred years to find her. My soulmate.
"Be back here by nine, sharp," Charlie said, breaking my reverie.
Charlie was a likable man, his thoughts simple, pleasant, and decent. So, I tried not to intrude upon them, because I knew he would never hurt her. He, like me, would die for her.
I gave a reassuring 'yessir' to Charlie and he nodded his head, eyes narrowed in suspicion. He had never really forgiven me for breaking her heart a few months ago. I couldn't tell him the real reason I left her, because Charlie didn't know anything. Especially about his daughter dating a vampire. Some things were better left unsaid.
I felt the heat of another body moving down the hall and then down the stairs. The most tantalizing scent erupted in my face as the body passed a ceiling fan and I felt my senses heighten, my body tense, my instincts begin to take over.
But I quickly locked these emotions up behind a mental barrier where they would not soon escape. Although, her scent still swam about me, teasing me. It was extremely hard to ignore. That is, until I saw her.
"Um, ready, Edward?" she asked, looking nervously between me and my father, looking slightly relieved that he hadn't thrown me out of the house.
"Yes," I muttered smoothly, a coy smile on my face. Even though I was hiding my shock at her beauty on the outside, I couldn't stop my internal reaction. Her normally fair skin glowed, her lips bright red, eyes sparkling with excitement, and her hair twisting curls running downing her back. My inner self, the one that nobody could see ogled.
It was one of those times I wish that I could read her thoughts. I wanted to know if she knew how nervous I was. I wanted to know if she knew how beautiful she was. But knowing her, she would never think such a thing, even though it was true.
"Nine sharp, Edward," Charlie reiterated.
"Yes, sir," I replied, taking her arm in mine. "I'll bring her back at eight thirty."
Charlie looked pleased by this resolution and opened the door for us, stopping to give her a goodnight peck on the cheek. "If anything happens, call." He darted his eyes quickly over to my face, then back to hers. "I love you, Bells."
What Charlie really wanted to say was along the lines of, If he touches you, or hurts you, you've got that pepper spray in your purse. Call and I'll be over there so fast, he won't know which way he's being hit.
I am glad that Charlie does not trust me. If he did, I probably wouldn't let her stay with him, on the grounds that he allowed bad people into her life. So it's good to hear those things in his head.
"I'll be fine, Dad. I love you too." She pecked his cheek and then walked out the house with me. It was still light out, but there was a heavy blanket of clouds masking the sun, so I could still go in public today. Although, tomorrow was looking grim. Up in the 60s and sunny.
We walked hand and hand to my car, and I held her door for her like a proper gentleman. I could hear Charlie's thoughts from the house. He was obviously watching us from behind a curtain in the living room. And he was begrudgingly liking what he was seeing.
Once we had pulled out of her driveway and were a good minute away, I slid my arm across her shoulder. She leaned into it, relaxing despite the speed I was driving at. For me, one hundred is pretty normal. But she expressed her dislike for high speed, and now I always drive slowly with her in the car. Around 80.
"So where are we actually going?" she asked, referring to my secretiveness last night and early that morning.
I smiled smugly again. "It's a secret."
"Well, we aren't going to the prom, because I checked the calender. And Alice was not attacking me with make-up and designer dresses. So, what does that leave?"
"Maybe we could go on a normal date, like a normal couple." I was at ease around and knew how far I could push my secret before she got ticked.
"A normal date? Like, meet friends, catch a movie, and get some ice cream, kind of normal? Or normal, all things considering?"
"I love you," I said, kissing her lips. I was aiming to 'dazzle' her, as she had said I'd done to so many other women. And her eyes did look distant and blissful. But she would not forget the subject. Maybe I can only dazzle women who weren't expecting it.
"Edward, do you expect me to sit here quietly?"
"Yes." I said, smirking to show it was all in good humor.
She laughed. "Fine. I'll be a good little hostage. But tell me one thing."
I would tell her as many things as she liked, just as long as it didn't spoil the surprise. "Shoot."
"Alice isn't taking me shopping, right?" I could see deep fear in her eyes. Yes, Alice tended to overdue it.
"No, she's not," I answered, chuckling.
OoOoh! What is the special surprise!? The reason I'm doing this from Edward's POV is that Stephenie Meyer complained that no one was really capturing the real Edward on fanfiction, so I'm trying to do that. This is for Edward!