Disclaimer!: This is a fan fic, based of the books Twilight and New Moon written by Stephenie Meyer. Most characters will belong to her, though I may add in my own for the benefit of the story/plot.
Warning!: Possible spoilers and graphic details later on in the story. Just a heads up for later.
Author's Note: -Slinks in- Hrm, more broken promises. I know. Hang me. Boil me in oil. Beat me to death with dictionaries. So, do you want to know my excuse this time for not having that chapter up date? As I told a few of you, there is this unwritten tradition where someone in my family either ends up in the ER or suffers some injury. This year, my mother did something to her rotary cuff in her shoulder and was in extreme amounts of pain. Being the good daughter that I am, I was her personal nursemaid. I stayed by her side, getting her whatever she wanted, and helping to dress her and pull her pants up when she had to go to the bathroom. So sue me. I did my good deed for the season. I wonder if I can get away with that with Santa…? And now, I believe I'm finished with my ramblings so…..Kick back, relax, and enjoy! (Please, no hate mail when you finish with this chapter! -Goes to hide somewhere safe- )
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Okay, I know I was being over dramatic, but after what had happened over the course of my last school year, well, you'd be ready to have a mental breakdown as well. I sat there, gripping onto Edward as if my life depended on it, though I already knew my soul depended upon him. Without Edward….I was nothing.
Icy cool hands were placed gently on my shoulders and I felt myself being up righted, though I refused to unclench my hands from the front of Edward's shirt. Carefully, I willed my eyes to open. Staring back at me was Edward, his face now sculpted into a serious mask.
"Bella," He started off calmly, speaking slowly to make sure I was with him. Unknowingly to him, I hung on each and every syllable that passed through his painfully perfect lips. "It's impossible for me to…" It was here where Edward stalled, seeming to have trouble wording his thoughts. His brow furrowed, the clear expansion of his marble forehead wrinkling as he frowned. "Bella, darling, I can't…"
"Vampires cannot conceive nor impregnate, Bella." This was Carlisle breaking in, finishing what I knew all along. Edward nodded, a hand coming to stroke along my cheek with the feather light touch of an angel. I was captivated by his eyes and the soft caress, so much so that I leant into his touch without so much of a thought to what I was doing. "I know." I finally answered, tearing my gaze away from my beloved to look at Carlisle and the other worried and incredulous faces that hovered behind him.
"Then why did you say you wanted a baby?" Jasper asked, taking me off guard. Typically, he was silent, and in his own respected, he avoided most things that had to do with me. I didn't blame him at all for that, it was just safer for everyone if we spent as little time near each other as possible.
I was starting to feel slightly uncomfortable now, as everyone held their breath, waiting for my answer. What could I say to them? There was no truly logical answer as to why I just hit so suddenly with this urge. All I knew was that I wanted a child. And this wasn't going to be one of those things that I yearned for, achieved, then lost interest in after a month. No. I had never been like that. It was even rare that I requested things from anyone. This was a life long want now. An ache that would not go away.
All I could muster at this moment was to stare back at them, hopeless as to how to explain this. The most I could do was lower my eyes and repeat the phase again in a hushed whisper. "I just want a baby." Unconsciously I had released Edward from my vice-like grip and now my arms were gripping at my mid section; exactly the same way I had done so many times a few months ago. But now, the pain was different. It was a wanting, not a dull, throbbing, agonizing ache. I held myself not to keep myself from shattering into a million different pieces, but to cover the emptiness that had announced itself in my womb.
Strong, powerful arms wrapped about me once more as I was pulled into Edward's chest. He pressed his lips to my forehead and I inhaled his intoxicating scent that still sent my head spinning. I swear, this was the best high in the world it was reserved for me and only me. Silently, I wondered if there was a rehab for such a thing; an addiction to someone's smell. Why not? They had it for food and shopping. Then again, I'm sure I'd be destined for the nut house instead of rehab once I confessed I was hooked on my vampire boyfriend (No, vampire fiancé) body odor.
Yup. Complete nut case.
I wonder if I would tell them about Jacob and his pack. You know, just to add the cherry on top of the cake. Is it bad that these thoughts humored me? Probably. But then again, all that was missing now were the fairies and dragons. Of course, if Emmett showed up from his next honeymoon with a dragon, I suppose I wouldn't be too shocked. Little could shock me any more.
"I guess that this is perfectly normal." Carlisle broke the silence with a thoughtful interjection. I could feel the question on my face as I sat up and looked at him. The golden angel stroked his chin gentle in thought as he stared down at me, his head cocked off to the side slightly. Before Carlisle could even explain to everyone, Edward emitted a sound that leveled somewhere between a snort and a growl. I glanced back just in time to catch the end of his eye roll.
"What?" I asked, feeling slightly put out that I was missing something here. At least I wasn't the only one. The rest of the family looked just as puzzled. "I think that Bella's biological clock is starting to catch her attention." Carlisle stated with an amused smile. A poorly covered up snort of laughter issued from Emmett, though Rosalie was quick to silence it with a small punch (small on vampire terms) to his forearm.
I was still confused, and being the open book of expressions that I was, Carlisle knew to carry on with his explanation. "I believe that your body knows that you will soon be turned into a vampire. While women are typically older when they get this urge, thanks to their age, I believe that your body is responding in much the same way."
Silence followed this as everyone absorbed the opinion of the family's head. Frankly, this made sense to me. I wouldn't have much longer till Edward had promised me that I would be changed (Though the subject as to how to get around the Treaty was up to much debate), so I suppose it was possible that my body was sending me on Baby Alert.
"But Edward can't--" Rosalie began to protest in an exasperated tone, but Edward cut her off with a feral snarl that sent my hair on edge. "Thank you ever so much for your obvious statement, Rose." He growled, anger contorting his face. "Edward," I said softly, my voice much more timid and cautious then usual. Those beautiful, molten gold eyes found mine, and in them I found such pain and venom that I flinch.
"I suppose that's another reason why I should have left you to that bastard Newton. Go on, go get yourself knocked up by the prick since I'm so clearly inept to scratch that itch." He spit at me, his voice dipping acid into a slowly reemerging wound that I hadn't seen heads or tails of for a while. I sat there, shocked, my mouth gapping as I stared at him, utterly dumbfounded as to why Edward, my Edward, would dare speak those ill conceived words.
I was only faintly aware of the movement of him, as he performed one of his ever so famous 'gone-in-a-flash' stunts. The enraged shouts of his family members and the busting of glass were faint in my ears, as if my head had been dunked underwater. Maybe that was what had happened, that or someone left the faucet on in my tear ducts. Somehow, I was betting it was the latter.
Esme and Alice were there, I was somewhat aware of that. They nestled me between them, muttering soft words of what I could only assume were for comfort. But it did little to help. Nothing was penetrating the thick fog of tears and that strange, strangling sound. It took a moment for me to finally understand that it was me; my sobs, that were making that noise.
It felt as if I was having an out of body experience. I felt completely numb, more numb then I had been that night in the forest when Edward had left me. But I knew I was crying, sobbing hysterically, screeching out incomprehensible words as I rocked to and fro in the ice arms of Alice and Esme.
How. Could. He?!? That was all I could think. Where in the hell did Mike Newton come into all of this?! Over my dead body would I ever, ever even think of Mike in a way like that. I'd sooner get, as Edward put it, 'knocked up' by Jacob then I would Mike.
What was going on in that head of his? Did he truly believe that this was somehow all about sex? A physical relationship? I was beyond happy with the chaste status of our relationship. Sure, there were times when I would loose control of myself and I'm sure had it been under normal circumstances, I would have done lost my virginity to Edward long ago. Or maybe it was the other way around…?
We had been playing with fire as of late. Our time together was growing in intensity. It was like some electrical charge between us, and it only grew stronger and stronger till we were both left panting, the only thing stopping me from loosing my head all together was when Edward would finally pull away, too afraid to carry on further out of fear of harming me. Was it possible that Edward was acting like this because he was….sexually frustrated?
It was then that my body was hit with an overwhelming urge to sleep. My sobs were slowing and I could hear me sniffling like a stuffy nosed youngster standing in line to see Santa. Every fiber of my being ached and I could feel someone lift me. My eyes lulled on the edge of closing, but I managed to see that I was safely in Alice's capable arms. A face danced nearby, and I noted that the closer it came the more relaxed and sleepy I grew. Damn, Jasper had gotten me again!
Finally, my eyes slide shut as I allowed the darkness to start swallowing me. But not before I caught the last bit and more important information from the conversation flowing around me.
"Busted right through the window," This comment was made by Rosalie, agitation in her voice as usual. "Pigheaded idiot. I ought to go after him and beat the living hell out of him." Emmett's two cents, of course. "I'd gladly help you. I can't believe that after he did that to her, she was still crying out that she was sorry." Jasper input (So that was what I was screeching.). "Where has he gone?" Esme's voice asked, and I could tell that it was taking everything she had to keep her own emotions under wraps. "Denali." Alice answered solemnly. A moment of uncomfortable silence passed before someone finally spoke up again. I was too far gone to place the voice, but I still understood the words. "Is he coming back?"
"I don't know."
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Author's Note: Okay, so whatcha think? Hit me up with reviews! -Does a little dance in hopes of getting reviewers- Oh, and I hope to God I replied to all the reviews from the last chapter. I think I did, but I can't be sure any more. If I didn't, I am truly, terribly sorry!!!
And while I'm ranting, I'll let you all know that I am leaving today till Sunday night EST, to go hunting again. Hopefully, I'll have more luck this time. On December first, it was fricking seventy-five degrees outside!!!!! Three days later, it was snowing. I'm hoping that the weather stays cold now, since it gets the deer up and moving (not because I like sitting outside, in the middle of the woods, in the blistering cold for hours on end.). Wish me luck!
Hrm, also as a little teaser, I'll let you all know that there will be a 'family' trip later on in the story, to a desert area where they will meet up with an unusual coven of vampires that aren't quite vegetarians. Maybe they could be compared to a low carb/low fat diet? -giggle snort- Not really sure how to compare that one. But I will be bringing on the Arabian nights! Expect topless dancing girls by the fire, venomous snakes, sand surfing and dune buggying!