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Disclaimer: All characters and the Twilight Saga itself belong to Stephenie Meyer. I do not own any songs in this story. I do not own Bella's Wedding Dress, or the Bridesmaid's Dresses. I also do not own the Wedding Rings.
Previously
The man and woman were talking about Bella. They wanted to dig her up. And give her life again. I wanted to laugh at the idiotic ideas of the two people, but I didn't. I just watched as they walked into the meadow.
The woman was shocked to find me here, but I could tell the man wasn't.
Hello, Edward. My name is Charlie Swan. This woman to my right is Renee Dwyer, my ex-wife. We're Bella's parents, as you probably already figured out. I know you hate me, but I'm here for a good reason, Charlie said to me in his head as he walked forward, tugging Renee along with him.
Chapter 7
You Are The One – His Infernal Majesty
No I won't surrender,
At any cost,
You're something so sweet and tender,
From my heart.
Yes I've done my evil,
I've done my good,
Just believe me honey,
I won't let go of you.
You are the one,
And there's no regrets at all,
You are the one,
And there's no regrets at all.
We've had our share of misfortune,
We've had our blues,
And God is not on our side,
Yes it's true,
We keep forgetting baby,
The beauty of us two,
There is no one who can take that away,
From me and you.
You are the one,
And there's no regrets at all.
You are the one,
And there's no regrets at all.
You are the one,
And there's no regrets at all.
You are the one,
And there's no regrets at all.
"Can you actually bring her back?" I assumed that I would receive an answer full of offense because the manner in which I asked that effortless question was impregnated with suspicion and dubiety.
Charlie laid his eyes on the gravestone. I could identify the sight of tears swelling his eyes and the smell of salt but his tears never discharged. While he examined the tombstone of his deceased daughter, Renee just rolled her eyes—I had to restrain myself of snapping her anemic neck because it reminded me so much of Bella that it caused me to be wrathful and glum even more than I was—and installed herself on the terrain, vexing me with the unsettling images of her newly acquired husband.
Her own offspring is dead, and this is how she deals with the misery? Instantly, I regretted laughing when Esme pleaded with me to become pleasant once more. At least my mother actually loves me enough to try to aid me, but Bella's mother was nefarious and didn't give a damn about her, even in death.
I shook myself out of my current thoughts and aimed my eyes to Charlie after descrying him clear his throat, incontrovertibly trying to gain my full attention.
There was a moment of silence—out of the deranged thoughts of Renee and the planning mind of Charlie—as he searched my face for hope, and then he spoke in a reserved, unstable voice, "I could, for a bargain."
Of course, he wanted something in return for abetting me. But I would do anything and give him everything for Bella.
I attempted to decipher his mind, but all I came up with was a song called "Play That Funky Music" by Wild Cherry. I grimaced at the song while Charlie smirked.
Raising an eyebrow at him, I silently asked what he wanted.
Not being as quiet as I was, he responded, "I want to live with you, your family, and Bella when she returns. I want to walk my daughter down the aisle at her wedding. I want to be there to see if she has any children. I want...to see her get changed, and I want her face to be the last thing I see when I die."
His eyes were downcast while mine were glued to him in shock. That was the opposite of what I expected. I smiled a tiny bit as I thought of how much Bella was like her father. She always surprised me, and now her own father is.
"All right. I can deal wi-," I was prevented a chance to finish my sentence because I was interrupted by a deep, heavy voice and loud footsteps.
"Hey, Ed! Don't mind us. We're just setting up the wedding. You know, since Bella coming back to life and all." I turned around slowly and watched Emmet get smacked by Rosalie for a moment while the Alice, Jasper, Carlisle, and Esme connected speakers to a stereo, and ran the long electrical cord back to the house.
I faced Charlie again, and nodded once before starting to dig up Bella's casket with my bare hands.
One Hour Later.....
After many interferences from Emmet and Alice about the wedding, I finally dug up Bella's casket and pulled it out of the dark grave; then I opened it slowly, slightly afraid of the sight of bloodless Bella.
She was still the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on. She was in the same dress that she died in. The blue one that complimented her skin wonderfully.
I just crouched next to her casket as a pale hand reached out and caressed Bella's faded cheek. I knew it was Renee when a shadowy light made its way out of Renee's hand, and underneath Bella's skin. As the light reached closer and closer to Bella's non-beating heart, it got brighter and brighter. It left a trail that looked as if a line of black ink had gotten under her skin. It looked like a tattoo. But it unhurriedly disappeared as time moved forward.
"Thank you," I muttered to Renee and Charlie while continuing to adore the pulchritude of Bella's body regaining color to it.
After about ten minutes, I thought she was not ever going to come back. I sighed in frustration and let my eyes close. I was faintly aware of Charlie taking Renee back to her husband—whom I found out lives in Phoenix, Arizona—and my family rushing back home, to get ready for the wedding that was never going to happen.
"E-Ed....ward....?"
My eyes snapped open instantly and I looked at a weak Bella, still laying in that gloomy casket.
She looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes that seemed to go on forever.
"Bella, oh please, please, don't leave me again! Stay! I love you. Don't leave...don't leave...just...don't," I begged her while putting my cold hand to her slightly warm cheek.
I knew begging her to stay alive and well was useless. It wasn't her decision if she would die again or not. She couldn't change whether she was going to die. But I could. I...I could save her.
I pulled my arm back from her and she whimpered a little. Smiling, I bit down on my arm, taking a chunk of skin out, and then watched as the venom oozed out. Bella stared at it with longing. I put my arm to her mouth; she clamped her mouth onto my wound, sucking the much-needed venom like a leech would to its host.
I was her host as she was mine. She was my leech as I was hers.
I just admired her and occasionally moaning in either pain or pleasure. Sometimes, I turned the pain into pleasure, savoring the moments I had with her.
Two Hours Later......
I unsociably thanked my family with a nod to each one.
Edward, son, I am very proud of you. You have yourself a good heart, a good mind, a good family, and now a good woman. When Alice told me that Bella was going to come back to our family, and you two were going to get married, I attempted very hard to get you the perfect wedding gift. It's not something you can unwrap, but I hope it is enough. I want your's and Bella's Honey Moon to be on Esme Island. I love you, son, Carlisle congratulated me silently. I smiled at him in an appreciated way that let him know that I was grateful and that I love him also.
I looked at my mother—who was in a blue, floor length, spaghetti strap Bridesmaid dress, as was Alice and Rosalie—as she smiled widely at me and then started rambling on, Oh, my baby is getting married! Finally! I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. And I love you! And I love that I decided to plan everything with Alice. Oh, your Honey Moon is going to be so romantic. Knowing that you learned from Carlisle, you're going to go insane with it. But she'll love it.....That reminds me, I left a little something under your bed for the wedding night, honey.
I laughed quietly and dipped my head at my mother.
Eddie, bro, I'm proud. I mean, you're not going to be a virgin much longer. That means you won't be much of a grouch anymore! I'm gonna have to thank Bella for that. Anyway, love ya, and you might want to open your wedding present from both Rosalie and I in a more....private place, Emmet smiled at me and I grinned back a little. I would have to kill Emmet later, since he is the marrying
Before I could receive a congratulations from Rosalie, Jasper, and Alice, I was distracted by the most alluring, and sexy woman ever.
She walked into the meadow while the her Lullaby was playing softly in the background. The white wedding dress hugged her torso and stomach perfectly while the rest flowed down beautifully. Crystal beadings were sewed into the waist of the dress, making it look elegant but comfortable at the same time. There were no sleeves on the dress, but that was fine. It gave me more room to gaze at her magnificent complexion. Her brown hair was down, cascading down her back with the curls surrounding her heart-shaped face. Her face had a minimum amount of make-up, but she never needed it. She would be perfect even if her hair was a haystack, and she was wearing a holey t-shirt and sweat pants.
On her arm was Charlie—who was wearing a tux much like mine—and I was actually glad he was here. I knew Bella would have someone to rely on, if something ever happened to my family or I.
The angel dressed in white looked up at me through her eyelashes. I gave her my crooked-smile. She blushed deeply, and grinned back at me.
When Bella and Charlie reached the end of the pathway, I took her hand and nodded at Charlie.
After exchanging vows, wedding rings, and what not, we both said our "I do".
"Do you, Isabella Marie Swan, take....," I tuned out Emmet and just stared at Bella with that same wide smile I've had on my smile ever since she came back to life.
"I do," she replied after a deep breath.
Emmet questioned the same to me, changing "husband" to "wife" and "Isabella Marie Swan" to "Edward Anthony Mason Cullen".
"I do," I told him without hesitation.
Before Emmet even said I could kiss her, Bella launched herself at me with her lips landing on mine.
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