Part Of Me

Alice and Jasper sat across the aisle from Edward, who was sitting next to a man who could be mistaken as unconscious. A sleep mask covered his eyes, and his ears were plugged by headphones, which were connected to one of the latest MP3 players on the market.

I sat on Edward's lap, simply waiting to get back to the states. I turned, looking at Edward face to face. I frowned, noticing how dark his eyes were.

"Edward? Why are you so thirsty? Haven't you hunted lately?" I asked, tracing the bruises beneath his coal-like eyes.

Edward sighed. "I haven't found the time. I've been tracking…"

My eyebrows rose in skepticism. "What were you tracking?" I had never heard of Edward tracking anything before.

Edward shook his head slowly. "It doesn't matter. Honestly."

I rolled my eyes and relaxed against his chest. For a brief moment, I wondered if my presence was making Edward appear crazy to the other passengers. I looked around, eyeing the man next to us, who was still deeply asleep.

"What do you think your family will think?" I asked quietly.

"About what?" Edward murmured in his intoxicating voice.

I sighed, and watched as a flight attendant wheeled the cart full of various drinks down towards Edward.

"Would you like a drink, sir?" She asked, smiling widely, revealing several laugh lines around her lipstick covered lips.

I felt Edward shake his head. "No thank you," he said. We waited in silence for the attendant to continue down the aisle. When she was a safe distance away, Edward repeated his question. "About what?"

"Your family. What will they think of me now? It was a stretch the first time, me being human, but now?" I asked, completely unsure of the answer.

Edward sighed, and I turned around to face him. His black eyes seemed to burn into mine, and I couldn't help but return his loving gaze. "They had already accepted you long before I even thought of bringing you to meet them."

"But Rosalie-" I began, but Edward pressed his finger to my lips. It may seem childish, but I allowed his finger to actually rest against my lips, as opposed to it heading straight through me. I did this solely so I could feel his touch against my lips, something I've been missing for a while.

"Rosalie had her own reasons to be, not so much against you as a person, but you as a human. She simply wants you to live a human life, something she never had the chance to do. She was both jealous and selfish, not taking the time to understand your point of view, as insane as it may have been."

I grimaced, folding my arms across my chest. My point of view was perfectly sane. I wanted to be with Edward, and if that meant changing into a vampire, so be it. Edward looked at me skeptically. "You wanted to die, Bella."

I shook my head. "I wanted to be with you. And I wouldn't call you dead." I gestured to myself. "I'm dead. You're breathing. I'm not. And didn't you ask me if you could die a few hours ago?" I rose an eyebrow, asking for him to argue that fact.

Edward sighed. "Point taken." He turned to the side, and closed his eyes, exhaling loudly. His hand reflexively went to the bridge of his nose, pinching it.

I stayed silent for a few minutes. I heard another cart make its way down the aisle; perhaps they were handing out some snack, like pretzels or peanuts. My eyes, though, never drifted from the sight in front of me. Edward was a statue, deep in thought, and no doubt holding back some anger or sadness.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, I placed my hand gently on his shoulder. He jumped slightly, opening his eyes as he turned to me, his hand dropping to his side. He relaxed, seeing my expression.

"What's wrong, Edward," I said softly.

Edward sighed and shook his head. "It's definitely bitter sweet, your presence here. I get to have you with me again, but-"

He stopped talking, and looked down at my hand, picking it up lightly. "And, granted the others can be convinced you really are here, I think the rest of my family will feel the exact same way. They all missed you, you know."

I smiled at him. "You really think that, don't you?"

Edward returned the grin, though his was crooked and perfect in every aspect.

I leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips, smiling as I did so.

The man next to Edward shifted, attracting my attention. His mask was now off, revealing two droopy, muddy brown eyes. His eyebrow was raised, and he looked at Edward as though he was crazy.

Ah, I thought to myself. He must have seen our kiss. A stunning man kissing seemingly empty air would attract that blank stare...

I looked at Edward apologetically. "Sorry, but we need to talk, and," I paused, glancing at the man next to Edward, "if you respond, you would attract more attention than necessary."

Edward looked at me, confused, until he realized what I was saying. He sighed, shutting his eyes. I admired his features freely, letting my eyes linger on his lips. How I longed to kiss him fully!

"Well?" Edward muttered after a few minutes of silence. He opened his eyes in confusion.

I shook my head quickly, trying to stop my daydreams. "Sorry," I mumbled.

Edward chuckled, and I paused to listen to the musical tone, more relaxing than a lullaby.

I took a deep breath, and placed my hand over Edward's pale one. My palm disappeared into his hand, and I released the breath I had unintentionally been holding. I followed the same procedure with my other hand, before letting my whole body fall against his.

You have no idea how peculiar this feels, I heard Edward mutter.

I realized I was now fully in possession of his body. The fact was both creepy, seeing as how I was now acting like the stereotypical ghost, and comforting, because I could feel the chair beneath me. I hadn't touched anything since my death; sure, I could hold stuff, but actually feel it? These were two different concepts, and the texture of the chair beneath me made me feel alive once more.

I'm not alive either. Edward said, a solemn reminder to me of his stubborn beliefs of his vampirism.

I rolled my eyes, and gazed out of the window. How much longer do we have?

We should land in a few hours. He paused, his tone had become more downcast by the end of his statement.

What's wrong?

He sighed, pausing for a long period of time.

I closed my eyes, waiting for his answer.

I killed you, Bella. He said softly.

My eyes jolted open. What?!

My selfish act of trying to force you into a life without danger caused you to cliff jump. I'm the reason you are dead right now. If you were human, you'd be asleep in my arms after I sung you to sleep. A simple reminder to me of what I have done to you.

I remained silent for a while, thinking over what he had mentioned. If I was human, I wouldn't be with you right now.

Because it wouldn't be safe any other way.

No, I disagreed impatiently. It was safe. I drove myself to cliff jump. It didn't have anything to do with you. Yes, I missed you terribly, and I couldn't be happier that I am here with you now. Yes, I do wish that I hadn't stupidly jumped, but if I hadn't, would we be together as we are now? I can't change the past, but I can ask for your forgiveness and we can move on with our lives.

Edward was quiet. Why do you need to seek forgiveness? I should be apologizing to you! If I hadn't left, then this all could have been avoided, and you could be...

I frowned, hating that he was upset. You're forgiven. And I'm sorry for jumping off of the damn cliff. He was right. I could still be human if I hadn't jumped, and we'd be together if he hadn't left.

Edward sighed. I don't see the need for you to apologize, but you're forgiven anyways.

I smiled, looking out of the window to watch our plane's steady decrease in altitude.

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AN: Sorry, it's been a while since I've updated.

So, I'm extremely tired, and I don't feel like making some witty author's note, so *insert sarcastic comment here* and *insert obscure reference here*

That should cover it....

Alright... This chapter was a filler, but don't worry. Perhaps two (?) more chapters, and then the plot will pick up steam. Sorry, I just felt that it was important for Edward and Bella to recieve some kind of mutual understanding of their situation. And, yes, the whole Bella possessing Edward thing is creepy and seemingly unneeded, but Edward can't have a conversation with himself... He'd bring attention to himself, and put him in a situation he doesn't need to be in.

I'd love to hear any questions or comments y'all may have. And please let me know, simply by reviewing, if this story should continue, or if you even like it.

Thanks so much for reading, and please let me know what you think!