Just a drabble, it doesn't make much sense.
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Disclaimer: Damn, if only I came up with the story line. Cheers and God bless Stephanie Meyer!
Gorgeous
An Edward Cullen Drabble
His fingers flitted over the keys in unison with her words that echoed in his head like the catchy boy-band songs that Bella had suddenly become obsessed with. Her voice was clear to him, soft and ever so delicate, caressing his blood lust and softening the pull. He had not eaten for days, unable to find the will to leave his human for more than a couple of hours. He felt more vulnerable now than he had since his rather "nice" trip to the city where he nearly committed vampiric suicide. The anniversary was approaching more quickly and he anticipated, faster than he would have liked to comprehend.
July Twenty-third - the most painful day in Edward Cullen's life...
"Do not be so quick, slow down and savor the sound of the music."
He did, his long, marble fingers slowed over the sets of notes that he had learned to play better than he spoke his own name. With every pitch and every boom of the piano's chords, Edward felt as though he could deal with the day that he knew would refuse to pass quickly. But, every time that silence whispered to his ears, he only felt emptiness and pain, and almost couldn't find the light in the life that Bella had brightened so much for him.
"Edward, gorgeous, please, leave while you can."
Annabelle's voice echoed again, cooing him into a chaotic lullaby that he wasn't sure he'd survive.
"Edward, I love you. I taught you everything I know and I want you to take that with you, forever."
He wasn't playing anymore, his fingers hand retreated into his palm as he made tight fists that had the capability to kill just about anything - mortal, or not.
"Edward, go home to your family. Our time here has ended. I will be ended."
Annabelle. He remembered her heart-shaped face and heavy blond hair, her piercing emerald eyes and half-coughing laugh. She had been twenty-five at the time of their meeting, and thirty four when she was killed.
Killed by the leader of a Vampire coven just outside of London, England, for making a deal that she could not keep.
She had not been able to bring herself to destroying the newly fledged son of darkness, weak now, but reeked of premature power.
She had not been able to end the life of Edward Cullen.
"I will save you because you mean more to me than some stupid agreement I made blindly. You have taught me how to love, Edward. You have taught me how to sing and appreciate life. All I ask is that you play the piano, as a taught you, and never forget that deep inside you are still human."
Human.
"Edward, are you okay?" it was Bella's voice that was shaking him from his thoughts. Her frantic tone immediately came rushing into his ears, making him perk up and unclench his hands. He would not look angry or shaken in front of her. Edward knew he would only worry Bella, or make her ask some questions that would only hurt her in the end.
"I'm sorry, love," he whispered, pushing himself away the piano while a whine echoed up from his heart - he felt as though he needed to keep playing, all this day, all the next, from minute to second until July 23rd passed - the day Annabelle Boyer died for him. "I've been a bit distracted lately."
Bella's breath had hitched at the nickname.
"Warn me before you say that," she whispered, suddenly breathless. "It's hard enough when you say my name in that tone. A nickname is ten times worse on my heart."
"I am sorry," the apology rumbled in his throat.
Gorgeous.
His own nickname, the one given to him by Annabelle, struck a singing chord in his heart.
Gorgeous he would always be for her, he swore, holding the promise close to his heart, it shifting just next to the one he vowed the minute he felt his love for his human.
He would not allow Bella to die for him.