It's been forever, I know!! Forgive me! And i can't even say this is that good of a chapter, but still, it's something! I'm not really sure how I want to do this story, so that took some time, and I kind of lost interest in Twilight altogether for a while. I know, horrible. : But I recently reread Ecllipse, and it's all better! FYI: I am veryveryvery pumped for the movie come December. And double FYI: if you go to Stephane Meyer's website there's a link for some pretty awesome behind-the-scenes clips from the set. : Please enjoy this latest chapter, now that I've dragged this intro on for a while!! And as always, please read and review, it makes me smile. :
It had been 3 minutes and 47 seconds since he had vanished…right after he kissed me.
I had never felt anything more amazing than his lips pressed up against me. The rain continued its torrential downpour and soon I was completely soaked. I picked myself up and looked into the dark woods. I had no idea where I was going, even though I had miraculously found myself here. The boy had disappeared, but he had conveniently left his cushy Volvo, still running, the windshield wipers splashed the rain to the absorbent ground. I didn't think it was in my moral code to take the Volvo, so instead I walked gingerly into the white house. The one from my dreams.
As I reached the front porch my hand run along the worn down planks that made up the front wall. My mind reeled with another memory.
"That's what you're worried about, Bella?"
"Yes!" I cried, "What if they don't like me?"
The face's forehead puckered in deep thought, "You should have much bigger things to worry about. Like your very existence for example."
At this point in the memory I remember pressing myself very close to the boy, he had smelled so wonderful.
"As long as I'm with you, nothing else matters. When will you stop questioning that?"
He pulled me closer until I could barely breathe, "I love you too," he stated simply and pushed open the door.
My eyes focused in on the weathered door, I could almost picture his hand hovering above it. Still unaware of who this mystery boy was, but feeling as if this house might hold some answer, I opened the door and stepped in. Instantly the lights in the front room flickered on. They must have been motion censored. Snazzy.
From the outside, the house looks like it was warped straight from a Little House on the Prairie T.V. studio set. From the inside though, it was a whole other realm of…well…flat out rich. Everything in here was top notch, front of the line.
I sat down at the grand piano, no doubt imported form some European country. Probably Norway. I bet they make the best grand pianos in Norway.
My fingers placed themselves on the familiar keys and I began to play the haunting melody again.
Before I had even finished the second measure two manacles clamped down on my hands, pulling them up from the piano.
"Don't, please," a voice whispered form behind me. I breathed in deeply, I recognized that smell.
I turned around slowly, my hands still encased in the iron grip. I lifted my eyes to see the beautiful boy looking at me so intensely that I found it hard to look away.
"Why?" I managed to get out.
"Because…" he seemed at a loss for words, his hands moving up my arms, I could feel my breath coming in shallow pants now. He stopped when he reached the crystal heart.
"Where did you get this?" he asked, unlocking it from my wrist.
"Who are you?" I asked, ignoring his question.
"Does it matter?" he asked, releasing my hands and moving across the room.
"Of course it matters! You kissed me! You're him aren't you? The one from my past?"
"What past?" he mumbled, "You don't remember anything from the past 2 years anyway, so what does it matter?" He sounded a bit bitter and that remark.
I walked over to him and gripped his arm, "I'm trying to, and I think you know what happened."
His eyes found mine, "What if it's not something you want to remember?"
"But what if it is?" I retorted.
His eyes cast downwards, "I think it's better if you don't remember. At least that's what I keep telling myself."
I had been transfixed with his hands, they were wrapped tightly around my arms again. He traced my stare and dropped his hands to his sides. My arms urged to grab his own back, feeling that they belonged there, touching me. I reached out and gently picked up his hand. It lay in the palm of my right hand and I slowly moved my left fingers across his cold skin. It was so cold. My fingers traveled up his arm and I heard him sigh.
My hands flew away, "Sorry," I muttered.
I could hear the small smile on his lips, "It's ok. But I don't suggest doing it again."
My earlier irritation returned, "Why not?" I demanded, shoving my hands on my hips.
"Because some things are left better unsaid."
"I don't think so. You are the boy from my past. Now tell me what you know!" I was so past being polite. Because I knew deep down that he was the one who knew all the answers, he was the boy from my past. I knew it. He had to be, he just had to be.
His eyes turned a deep gold, almost black and I gasped at the sudden change. He tilted his head down close to me and I could feel his cool breath on my neck. My head started to get a little dizzy and I was afraid that might faint, how embarrassing.
"I am not this mystery boy you keep speaking of. I do know who you are, but I can honestly tell you I have no….clear... picture of what happened to you."
I tried to remove his sweet scent from my mind to think of an answer, but he was already moving away, "Goodbye, Bella, I hope we don't meet again." I could hear the slight tone of remorse in his words.
And then he was gone. Just like before…outside. I muttered something unintelligibly, even in my own ears and stalked out.
Getting out of the woods was no small task and it was some time before I managed to reach the road again. I found my way back to the school parking lot just before the sun sunk below the horizon and climbed into my truck.
It sputtered to life and we made the painfully slow journey back home. My mind couldn't stop thinking about him. I knew I was over analyzing everything he said, but I couldn't help it, it was what I did. What did he mean by a clear picture? Or that I might not want to know what had happened two years ago?
I was still pondering these, and many more questions when I pulled up into the house. An unfamiliar car was parked out front and groaned at the prospect of guests. I was in no mood to entertain. But then again, was I ever?
I walked slowly into the house and was greeted by the sight of my father, a tall lanky, yet surprisingly muscular figure jumping up at some various sport of T.V. Another man sat in a wheelchair, his arms suspended in the air as he gave his own cheers.
I shut the door quietly, hoping to slip upstairs unnoticed. My plan had almost worked, had the lanky one not seen me.
" Bella!" he cried. He ran over and grabbed in the tightest bear hug I had ever experienced.
"Air…." I sputtered. He laughed and put me down. Oh great, someone else I was supposed to remember.
"Jacob!" the man in the wheelchair scolded Jacob but was only rewarded with a smug grin from the culprit.
I rubbed my arms, sure there would be bruises in the morning. Charlie looked uncomfortable, unsure of what to do. I decided I would have to speak up, "What are you all watching?" I asked, unable to think of anything else.
Charlie and the one in the chair looked at me bewildered, as if it were impossible I could ever say anything like that.
Jacob however seemed unnerved, "A football game. We're winning."
"Great…." The awkward silence returned but the Jacob kid never lost that creepy grin.
"Well…" I began, wanting to crawl in a hole, "I'm awfully tired. It was a long flight. Good night!" I rushed up the stairs before anyone had a chance to object.
After I had finished all my nightly necessities I slid under the covers, letting them fall over me gracefully. I sighed in contentment. This bed felt so much more at home than I had remembered. For a moment, everything faded, and that was all it took for me to fall into a deep sleep.
Edward:
I gazed in the window, the memory of her soft lips on mine. I knew I shouldn't be here. Yet it felt so right to be watching her that I couldn't wrench myself away.
Then I saw him open the door. I growled in the back of my throat involuntarily. He heard me and glared at me with an unforgiving stare. Understandable, but then again, did anything really count now?
I was about to turn and leave, knowing that staying would only prove a mistake but when I turned to go I heard her. And if my heart had still been beating, I'm sure this would've stopped it.
I glanced back and she had turned on her side, facing the window…me, in a sense.
"Edward…" she whispered.