A Twilight/New Moon/ Eclipse Fan-Fiction

By: A-Dreamer-Needs-A-Hero

Author's note: I realize how long that I've abandoned this fic, and I real so bad for doing so. It's not the most detailed, nor most amazingly gasp-at-every-turn dramatic, but I really enjoyed writing this, and being that it's my first story I put on here, I really don't want to be one of those authors who never finish a story. Chapter five shall be in parts, so here's part one. If anyone would like to BETA read my chapters (I am in desperate need of one), could you please drop me an email or let me know if you're interested when you review? Thanks to everyone who has reviewed my story so far and encouraged me to keep writing, this is for you. Please please please review…….Please?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything of the Twilght series by Stephenie Meyer

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Chapter Five Part One:

Seemingly the first time that Edward had ever gotten caught up in the moment; Bella was forced to comb out the tangled chestnut colored mess that was her hair. Standing towards the mirror in the bathroom, her eyes caught a light pink mark that stood out on her neck.

It wasn't like she hadn't enjoyed it. On the contrary, she was more than disappointed when he stopped. However, the fact that she had a very visible hicky for the whole world to see (her father included) made her feel a bit queasy.

"Oh Bella," Edward called to her from outside of the bathroom. "I'm sorry that I took advantage of you." There appeared to be regret in his voice.

Not wishing to start an argument, Bella counted to ten inside her head until she found herself able to respond.

"Have you gotten Sam and Emily's wedding invitation yet? I gave Emily your address so she could send you one."

Her bronze haired lover stayed silent for a moment, and Bella knew that this could possibly turn into an argument, or him to give some excuse of it 'not being safe'. She tired of all of this nonsense of how one species was more lethal than the other, for she had experience to know that already. Her brown eyes were clouded over as she caught the faint glitter of the scar resting on her wrist.

Though it had been there for over two years now, and nearly three, an unmistakable shiver ran down her spine and kept her feet frozen on the tiled floor.

Every once in a while, she did wake up from dark filled nightmares of his hair looming in her face, cold icy breath freezing her chin and then her wrist somehow doing the complete opposite and burning like it was the fiery depths of hell. James was a nightmare that she realized she would most likely never be able to rid herself of, but it didn't mean that Edward had to worry himself over it. Her last nightmare of the tracker had been a little over a month ago so it was possible that the memory could fade away, but Bella didn't have any hope of this.

Bringing the hair brush back up to her tangled locks, Edward finally decided to respond.

"No love, we haven't gotten it yet." His voice was quiet, still holding its musical like quality but showing his slight unwillingness on talking about the subject. She could barely hear his voice through the hardwood door of the bathroom, but it at least carried through enough for her to hear.

Wincing as she had to pull through a tangle, Bella realized that she had been meaning to ask Alice about Emily and Sam's upcoming wedding.

"Hey Edward, do you think that Alice would mind lending some money to Emily for the wedding? She didn't ask me herself, but the poor woman has no leftover cash and she's trying to get herself and Sam a home."

The brunette opened the door, watching her vampire follow behind her as she walked down the stairs. Her hair was much more in place, kept down hanging around her neck in order to hide the hickey she had gotten from kissing her fiancée.

It was a first to happen, but surely a pleasurable one.

She watched his eyes narrow slightly towards the same spot she was thinking of, and she didn't have to have his gift to know what he would say. He wouldn't answer her question.

Sitting on the stairs, she laced up her hiking boots underneath her tattered blue jeans as she spoke to him.

"I know, this isn't happening again until on our honeymoon," Bella called with a sigh.

Edward didn't tell her she was mistaken like she had hoped for (not that it was surprising), merely shaking his head as a yes to confirm that he was right.

He too refused to start an argument with her on the situation, for they had discussed the matter time and time again. Once she had locked up the house and they were heading outside, he laced his fingers together with hers almost as a form of apology for not complying with her wishes. In her mind, she told herself that she could remind him that he had told her that she could have anything she wanted, but knew that she would be pushing it because she understood that some things he was unable to give her.

The trip to Edward's house wasn't exciting, just comfortable silence along the way until his car pulled into the garage and parked next to Alice's new yellow Porsche. The canary yellow gleamed brightly off the car's hood under the lighting, just like the hundreds of thousands of dollars that it was worth.

For once Alice didn't rush out to greet her before she walked in through the garage door, and didn't understand why until she was answered by the look on Edward's face.

"Could they have picked a better time," He mumbled softly to himself, and his face resembled that of a man who smelled something foul.

"Where's Alice," Bella questioned, oblivious to the situation.

"Up in her room," The male beside her answered quickly, closing off the conversation as he moved to go through the kitchen to the living room, pinching the bridge of his nose tiredly as he tried to contain his annoyance.

"Though I wouldn't bother her, she's a little pre-occupied at the moment."

The dark haired girl didn't doubt his sensitive hearing, so she stayed quiet and sat down beside him on one of the cream colored sofas as he stared towards the wall. She honestly was curious as what Alice was up to, but then she heard him mutter 'Jasper' with a scowl on his face, and she was quickly able to put two and two together.

"Oh," She murmured, watching Edward turn to look at her with a raised eyebrow and crooked smile in realizing that she had just now caught on.

"You haven't eaten breakfast yet," He pointed out. "I'll fix you something, what would you like?"

He was trying to forget what he was hearing, she could tell. So trying to help him think about something else, she nodded her head and walked to the kitchen to make a selection.

The spacious kitchen was open and connected to the living room and the hallway that led towards the upstairs, including another that led to the basement. It had sparkling clean dark granite countertops, clear glassware in its wooden shelves, and shining new modern metal kitchen appliances. The stove and sink were in a little counter-island of sorts in the middle of the kitchen, and a lattice used to hold glimmering pots and pans that were never used hung above it.

The time on the clock read ten forty, and after glancing at that she took a peek into the large pantry to try and find something quick to eat. After a few moments of being able to find nothing that could ensure a fast little to no effort breakfast, she questioned him dryly, "Is cereal too below you to keep here? That's what I normally eat in the mornings anyway."

She didn't have to face Edward to know of the smug smirk that played upon his features.

"No, I just happen to like to cook for you. Excuse me for being selfish."

Letting out an incredulous laugh, Bella pulled her head out of the pantry to walk back over to her fiancée.

"You can be so……" She bit her lip and racked her brain to try and find a way to teasingly make fun of him. Nothing clever was coming to mind.

"Yes," He drew out; lips upset in a wide grin that made his whole face brighten up in the kitchen more than it already did.

Giving him a rather tepid glance, the brunette stared up at him until she believed that her point was proven in how he could take things far too over the top.

"I can't read your mind," He murmured, staring down at her in return with a warm topaz glance.

Stunned silent for a moment, her small mouth opened and closed for a few seconds, trying to give a witty retort.

"I-I know that." She defended herself, as if the idea that she had forgotten the fact that her mind couldn't be read was an insult.

Edward lowered his head closer to hers, messy reddish bronze hair falling into his entrancing eyes. She gulped as their noses brushed together.

"And," He breathed, his breath coming in soft puffs and mingling with hers. The smile of his returned, feeling the delicious shudder ripple down her spine.

"I just know that it frustrates you when I don't tell you what I'm thinking about," Bella retorted back, pushing her long brunette hair over and behind her shoulders. She sucked in a breath when his eyes traveled down towards the pinkish mark near her clavicle.

"It does," He told her softly, and his lips ghosted closer over hers, eager fingers forcing themselves to move at a lazy pace to stroke her one of her cheeks. They flushed the usual color of a dark pink, and her coffee colored eyes narrowed as she glared up at him.

"You're teasing me," She insisted with a frown. "How is that fair at all when we're not supposed to do anything until the honeymoon, which is a good four months from now, thank you very much."

Edward chuckled at her anger, pulling back abruptly to watch a stunned silent Bella in amusement.

A sudden rampant set of knocks rained upon the Cullen's front door, pulling the two lovers out of their moment. She followed her soon to be husband to the door, watching a surprised look cross over his once serene features.

"Emily," He exclaimed, and though surprised his voice remained level and calm. "What brings you here?"

The dark skinned girl attempted to glance around Edward, peeking into the house in the hopes of finding something in particular.

"Is Bella here? It's really urgent. I couldn't reach her at home so I got the address to here from Charlie."

At hearing her name and the word urgent, not to mention the fearful tone in Emily's voice, she walked up closer to the front door to appear beside Edward. Alice came rushing down the stairs and stood next to her with a solemn look overcoming her features.

"Alice, did you see something," Bella questioned, and the black haired vampire said nothing while staring into the fearful light brown eyes of the Native American woman.

"It's Jacob," Emily told her with a grim look. She watched the younger girl's face change from confused to suddenly horror struck.

"I…don't understand Emily," She whispered, staring up at her now with hard eyes, dark in their determination to stay strong until she heard everything.

"What's wrong with Jacob?"

Emily wrung her tanned hands together, clasping slim fingers while stared down sadly at her small wedding ring.

"He's gone werewolf and ran away from home. Sam hasn't been able to contact him. We're not sure if anyone will be able to convince him to come back. He even was close to attacking Billy." She glanced up quickly towards Edward when she realized how the girl's fiancée could possibly take the information.

"I wouldn't ask her if I could find anyone else Edward," She begged, a frantic look coming to her eyes. "But Bella seems to be the only one able to get through to him. I need her help, everyone wants him back home."

To be continued……End of Chapter Five Part One