I'm ba-a-a-a-a-a-ack! Did you miss me? No? Well, too bad, because you're stuck with me! ;P I know what you're thinking. And, yes, the last chapter didn't have much action, and wasn't that great, and blah blah blah. There IS a reason for that you know. It's called a PROLOGUE! It's not supposed to jump right in to the plotline. Okay? Okay. Now that we are on the same page, let's begin, shall we?
Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer, people. If I was, then why in the heck woud I be writing FAN fiction? The only things I own are the brain that came up with this plotline, and the hands that are typing it. Comprendo? Bueno.
I woke up feeling disappointed. I had been dreaming about HER again. I had tried, for the past several days, to find her at the market place. I had even gone out in the pouring rain the other day, and still, I couldn't even find out WHO she was, let alone WHERE she was. It had been a week now, since I first saw her, and I was beginning to get depressed over my lack of ability to trace her down. I had to be the worst tracker in all of Covenry, I though to myself.
It turns out that nobody seemed to know who she was, and very few had even seen her. How they didn't see such a beautiful woman amongst all of those Plain Janes at the market was beyond me.
I slowly got out of bed and threw on some clothes. I started trudging down the stares to the dining hall.
When I walked through the door, something smashed into me. It was small and incredibly hard, and I could tell whatever it was had been in a rush.
It caught me off guard, and I lost my balance, but my arms instinctively wrapped around whatever, correction, whoever it was.
When I had regained my senses, I looked down to find a girl in my arms. But this wasn't just any girl, no, it was the one girl who had completely shaken up my life, and haunted my dreams for the past week. The angel I had seen in the market was lying there in my arms.
She snapped her head up and I was once again lost in those beautiful gold eyes.
"I am so sorry, your highness!" Her voice was so musical, I wanted to hear more. I wanted her to keep talking.
She stood up, helping me to my feet, then bowed her head. "I am so, so sorry! I'm new here. I didn't mean to hit you! I should have been watching where I was going! I am so sorry!"
"Don't apologize. It's quite all right." I was still in a daze.
"No it's really not! I was just in a hurry to get back to work! I just started as a new maid here in the palace. And I was trying to make a good impression, and yet here I am, running into the prince. You must think I'm a sorry excuse for a maid. I would understand if you fired me."
"Fire you? Why would I fire you? I wasn't watching where I was going either." I could resist from running my hand through her hair, brushing it out of her face.
She snapped her head up so fast, I thought it would give her whiplash, and yet she looked fine, if not startled my sudden and unexpected reaction.
"Sorry," I mumbled, pulling my hand back.
"You're sorry! Now you're just making me feel bad." She looked down. "So, what, I'm not allowed to apologize for running into you but you're allowed to apologize for making me feel flustered? If I may be so bold as to say, that seems entirely unfair." She looked up with a slight smirk on her face, her amusement obvious in her eyes.
"I'm the prince. I can do whatever I want." She rolled her eyes. "So if I want to do this," I grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to me. I placed a soft, chaste kiss on her forehead. "I can do that."
Her eyes were wide as saucers when I pulled away. "Goodness, you're cold. Perhaps you should lie down." I placed a hand on her forehead. She was freezing. "I wouldn't want my new favorite maid sick, now would I?"
She jumped backwards, looking down. "No it's alright, really I'm fine. Low body temperature runs in the family. It's nothing to worry about."
"Are you absolutely sure?" I asked her, still not convinced.
"Positive." She looked up at me, flashing me a perfect smile full of pearl-white teath.
"Alright then, I'll let it go this time, against my better judgment, might I add, so long as you promise not to over work yourself today."
"I promise. Umm, I have a slightly personal question to ask you, if you don't mind, of course."
"What's on your mind?"
"Why are you so concerned about me when we just met?"
"Honestly?" She nodded. "I saw you in the market place last week. I haven't been able to get you out of my head ever since. I looked for you every day, you know?"
"You did? Wow. Not many people of high status would care so much about a peasant, and here I have a prince taking care of me. I'm flattered." She smiled at me.
"Excuse me, maid would you mind cleaning up room, since it is your job? I spilled some wine on the carpet, and I don't want the stain to set in." Jacob interrupted us.
"Uh, oh, sorry sir, I'll get that right away." She hurried off to clean up the mess, but it looked more like she glided then walked. I had never seen anyone so graceful!
"Jacob, that was rude." I glared at him, finally coming out of my daze.
"Rude? Edward, she works for us. We don't have to be polite. Although, if I didn't know any better, I could swear you were being overly friendly. Unless, of course, you've started welcoming all of the new servants with a kiss." He smirked at me.
I just glared at him and turned the other way and started back towards my room, fuming.
How dare he? I'm the prince. Friend or not, he should still show some respect. Besides, who cares if she is poor? Esme came from the lower class, and Carlisle still married her, didn't he? And I'm not even the heir to the throne. What does it matter who I marry? Wait, marry? Whoa, slow down, Edward. You just met the girl.
And yet, you are completely in love with her.
Whoa, what was that?
I'm your inner, Edward. I'm the side of you that you don't normally show, but is always there, giving you other options. Everyone has one, we just normally stay quiet. I've always been here, you just always considered it arguing with yourself, which, come to think of it, is pretty accurate, considering I'm you.
Weird.
I know, right? But, hey, you're stuck with me.
I suppose so.
A knock came from the door.
"Come in."
The door opened to reveal my angel standing there. That was when I realized, I had been so lost in talking to her that I had never asked for my angel's name.
"Hello again." She went straight to cleaning at speeds which were above average, yet never missed a single spec of dust.
"Hey, I just realized something. I never got your name before." I smiled my idiotic crooked grin at her.
Her answering smile was brilliant. "Isabella Swan, but I go by Bella."
"Bella. Your name suits you. You really are beautiful."
She looked away with a slight grin on her face. "Thank you."
"You are very welcome, my beautiful Bella, though I suppose that sounds a bit redundant."
"I suppose it does."
"I was wondering, Bella. When is your day off?"
"I have the weekends off. My mother was good friends with your mother when they were young. She's given me special treatment because of it. I get two days off, and my room is much more extravagant of the other servants around the house. I think they are annoyed by that because none of the other maids seem to like me." She looked sad as she said the last part.
I felt an irrational anger overcome me then. Someone was making my angel, my Bella, sad. I wanted to hold her and comfort her, but I barely new her, and I didn't want to scare her off.
"Well, I guess I'm all done now. I will talk to you tomorrow or later this week?"
"Of course." I walked over to her, and picked up her hand. I placed a swift kiss on the back, as is customary when welcoming or leaving the presence a lady. "Until then, my Bella, be safe and happy."
"I will." She smiled and curtsied before exiting the room with ten times the grace and dignity of a noble.
As soon as the door closed, I felt as if something were missing. I sighed.
She stole my heart.
More like you gave it to her! I don't know about this, Edward. Things are moving too fast. You're getting very attached to her, but there is something strange about her. I can't quite put my finger on it, but there is something wrong with her. She's not normal.
Of course she's not normal. She's an angel, I already told you that.
I know you think she's an angel, but have you been paying attention? She is hard as granite and has ice cold, incredibly pale skin. And her eyes are gold. That is not a natural eye color, in case you haven't noticed. And the way she moves! It's faster than lightning and yet more graceful than any human being is supposed to be.
I know. Isn't she amazing?
(sigh) This is getting us nowhere. You aren't listening, Edward! She is NOT normal! She's dangerous!
My Bella is not dangerous! How could you accuse her of that! She's perfect, and sweet, and—
Dangerous, Edward, are you listening to me? If you aren't then I can't help you. Just know this. When something bad happens to you because you wouldn't listen to me, it's not my fault.
And with that, Edward drifted off to sleep.
(In the dream)
I was standing in the woods, not too far from the palace, I recognized. It was beautiful and the sun was shining brightly.
"Edward."
I looked over to see Bella standing in the shade. She smiled, but it was not her regular smile. No, this smile made her look like a predator about to pounce. She took a step out into the sunlight.
She was the most brilliant thing I had ever seen. She was sparkling like her skin was made of diamonds! She looked so painfully beautiful that she could've put every other girl in the kingdom, no, the world to shame.
She stalked closer and closer until she was right in front of him. She leaned in.
"Edward," she whispered in my ear "hold still and it will all be over in a minute."
Over? What did she mean by "over"?
She brought her head down to my neck and I felt two sharp objects being stuck in my neck.
"AAHHHHHHH!!!" I woke up screaming. My entire face and torso was covered in a cold sweat, and I began to shake, panting hard.
That was a horrible nightmare. What was that, and why was I so afraid of my angel? A million questions floated trough my head, but only one was the most dominant.
What did it mean?
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