Snkable Love Chapter 2
EPOV
"Yes!" I threw my hands up in the air in triumph after I heard the satisfying clank of the door being closed. "I'm going on a date with Isabella Swan!" I shouted to the heavens, grinning like a fool.
"So you're the man who is taking my little girl to dinner?" I spun around to see the captain staring at me with his hands around his back. It never occurred to me that Bella was the captain's daughter. I knew they had the last name, but if Bella was Emmett's sister, and Emmett was Captain Swan's son then…
I gulped and suddenly my collar of my button up shirt was tighter. "Yes, I am." Captain Swan was checking me out; his eyes scouring my body. I could almost hear him mumbling the files of the passports where we bought our tickets. "I suspect that Emmett told you." It sounded like a question.
"Yes, he did. Edward Cullen, age twenty-one. Born on June 20. Son of Carlisle Cullen and Esme Cullen, little brother of Alice Cullen. Went to Forks High, and is now in an Ivy League medical school, Dartmouth. Alice's boyfriend is Rosalie Hale's twin brother. My son's fiancée. No criminal records, a perfect straight A student. Interesting." He recited.
"You seem to know much about me." He shrugged.
"I want to be informed of my passengers and who I bring on this wonderful voyage." He sighed. "I hope you will respect her as much as you respect just about anyone." Especially his baby girl. I added mentally. "If this goes well, then I will be surprised. Bella has never shown any preference for any boy up until now. She has been asked by every boy in her school back at Washington."
"Well, I am honored to be chosen by her. Thank you for sharing this information with me, Captain Swan." I passed his figure.
"Oh, Edward," I turned around, "Call me Charlie." I grinned.
"Yes, Charlie." I turned to my quarters, pleased that Bella's father accepted me so easily.
BPOV
I stared at the girl in front of me. She had on a dark blue dress that at one end was floor length and the other side was high up on her thigh. Her cheeks were flushed, powered faintly with make-up. Mascara seemed to be her best friend with a blood red lipstick to match. Even though her eyebrows looked professional, it seemed painful to obtain. Her brunette hair was slightly curled. Long, white gold dangling earrings hung from her perfect earlobes no necklace. The dress was off shoulders, and hugged every curve of her lean body.
"Alice what did you do?" I breathed as I neared the mirror, gaping at the impossible reflection.
"You like it? I went off shoulders, so Edward can kiss her neck without fabric getting in the way." Alice giggled as Rosalie joined in quickly. My image flushed into a deeper red.
"Alice…how did you get this?" She shrugged.
"I saw it in a vintage store and had this crazy obsession of wanting to buy it. Oddly, I bought one that was like three sizes larger than mine. Now I know why." She smiled.
"Wow Alice, Jasper was serious." Rosalie playfully smacked Alice's pixie head. "You look fantastic, Bella. Edward will go insane just don't get your pretty face messed up or your dress crinkled before the dinner. Trust me an angry black fairy will haunt you and hunt you down if that ever happens." Rosalie pointed to Alice. The black haired girl shoved her roughly.
"So what shoes?" I was looking at my unattractive bare feet, wiggling my toenails.
"These." Alice held up a pair of black gleaming silhouette heels. I gulped at the two inch backup. "Again, I bought these. I'm guessing you're a size seven?" I nodded feebly. "I thought so."
"Alice, you can't be serious. I'll fall overboard with those." I whined, but a piece of white stiff paper caught my sight. I picked it up; it was the price tag for the dress.
I choked on air.
"Bella!" Rosalie and Alice came bounding forward. "What's wrong?" Rosalie was worriedly rubbing my back as I was suffocating.
"This." I managed to spit out. The piece of paper slipped through my fingers. Alice glanced down at it.
"The price tag?" She said, perplexed. "Oh," an understanding look came over her eyes, "C'mon Bella, it's only six thousand four hundred thirty five dollars and ninety nine cents , not much." There was more? I blacked out when I saw the first number and the comma!
"But-but-but-but," I coughed, "That's absurd! That's nearly half of some college funds!" I shrieked at her. Alice remained irritatingly halcyon.
"Bella, Bella, Bella, Isabella." She said with a little bit of an Italian accent. "This is for your own good if you are dating my brother, then you must know that he is a very generous person. I mean if you wanted him to, he would go and buy you a Tiffany's ring and marry you right there." She winked at Rose. "Of course he won't because he is a gentleman, and gentlemen wait for their ladies to come to them."
I opened my mouth to interrupt, but Alice halted me with a glare.
"However, you are the type of girl who is content with simple things, not loving or enjoying the light of glory or money. I love you for that, Bella, I really do, and so does Edward. But you need to lay loose once in a while, let us spend money on you," She plead, pouting her bottom lip like a five-year old wanting the newest toy. Rose soon joined her in Alice's begging. It was so hard to resist, so I wretched my head back. Only to be rewarded by Rose and Alice shuffling on their feet crawling on the floor to the other side and nonverbally pestering me with heart-broken expressions. Lucky for them, they still weren't dressed in their expensive dresses yet.
"Oh alright!" I caved as I threw my hands in the air, shaking my head in annoyance. Alice smirked and gave Rose a high –five of triumph.
"Thank you Bella." They both sang in chorus. "Do you want to know the price of those shoes, earrings, and makeup cost?" Alice batted her eyebrows.
"Plus the tax included on those items and the dress." Rosalie piped up. My hands cupped my mouth as I swallowed the bile that was threatening to scream.
Ugh, just thinking about pricey objects made me sick. "Do you want to tell me?" Alice beamed superiorly at me.
Someday, I vowed, someday I will make her pay, both of them.
EPOV
I stared into the mirror, not knowing what to do with myself. "Well, don't you look dashing." I jumped to see my mother standing in the doorway, grinning up at me like the proudest woman in the world. I laughed half-heartedly. "My little boy has grown up without me," She sniffed, "Yesterday you were in diapers, now you're all grown up." It was the "ooh, my little boy's going to leave me someday" talk with my mom.
"Mom…" I knew my mother was the very emotional type since the beginning. "I'm actually not so sure." I grumbled defeated. This was Bella Swan we're talking about here.
"Well, come here then," She said grabbing me and started mussing my hair. "Let me fix this," She murmured, sounding like an artist working on a very important piece. She fiddled with the top button of my shirt and shifted my shirt from my shoulders a few times, before I broke away.
"Enough," I hollered, raising my hands as if I were surrendering, She laughed.
"Sorry, sorry," she chuckled before rushing out the door only to have Jasper come in.
"Shouldn't you get that?" He pointed to the bush that I called hair.
"Hello to you too and no point," I stated simply, "So, we having a little fun with Alice?" I nudged him, jokingly. He ducked his head, pretending to tie his shoelaces when he was hearing lace- less shoes. I snorted, "Very convincing Jasper." He fidgeted as I sling my arm around his shoulders. "Tell me."
"It's not something I would like to discuss with my girlfriend's brother," He admitted. What was that in his tone? Shyness? "Maybe Emmett or Rose." He started to hide from me. Oh, so he was going to tell a girl first before me.
"Just tell me. I won't tell Alice or anyone," I promised.
"Would you tell Bella?" He counterattacked.
"No I won't tell her." It was not very convincing as I winced. He crossed his arms over his dark grey shirt.
"Then that's my answer," He said firmly. I rolled my eyes and grumbled something that he didn't catch or pretended not to. "So, how do I look?" I could tell a way to sneak away from my persistent prying.
"Good, but your lion's mane doesn't even look better than mine." I lightly punched him in the gut trying to calm the atmosphere. Jasper snickered and returned the attack.
"Aw, how sweet," Rosalie commented as she trailed into the room, her gown flaunting her model body.
She was dressed in a white spaghetti strapped number with flower sequins trailing down from her hip to the knee-high hem. She seemed as if not to wear any make up at all, but with her alabaster skin a creamy ivory. Her sun-tinted hair was braided loosely against her head and it brought out the blue in her eyes. Rosalie's shoes were a platinum gold, plus a small diamond buckle with a high heel. Surprisingly, the only piece of jewelry on her was her engagement ring if the shoe buckle didn't count. "Well, Edward, you are one lucky guy, getting a date with Miss Bella Swan." She winked at me. Hint, hint.
"You really don't need to do that." Bella walked, no, more like stumbled into the room. My heart bounced violently in my ribcage. She was surreally gorgeous. Her hair in slight twists, cascading onto her shoulders like a waterfall. Her lips were even more tauntingly luscious, covered in red lipstick. The dress swam in her beauty. Her lashes were emphasizing her endless eyes in ways I couldn't imagine. When I saw her dress, I think I would have fainted if not for the angel who was standing right there in front of me. "Hey," She blushed adorably.
"Good evening." I took her hand and kissed it, similar to the one I gave her earlier today. To my immense pleasure, it still had the same effect on her.
"Seriously Bella, one day you're going to give my brother a stroke," Alice playfully scolded Bella. I glared daggers at my spiky haired sister.
My sibling was clothed in a dark printed dress that was very close to a top lengthened to her mid thigh accompanied smooth black tights. Shiny ebony flats that showed toe were also included. The bright yellow necklaces and clinking bracelets were another add. She seemed to be going to a nightclub. Oh, put a sock in it. I could almost hear her say that as she ignored my negative expression and skipped to her boyfriend, giggling when he kissed her temple. It was very disturbing with all the love in the atmosphere radiating from the two lovebirds.
"Let's go." Bella staggered slightly, and I caught her before the floor ever had a chance of meeting her face. "Thanks." Ah, that color never gets old. I chuckled as she grew redder every minute. I held her in my arms, losing my mind in her dark chocolate eyes.
"God, you two, get a room!" Emmett stormed into the room, severing our gaze. His brown eyes were similar to Bella's, and were suppressed with obvious annoyance. He was wearing a dark polo shirt that seemed to match up with Rosalie's outfit. "Just because I let you go on a date," he raised his voice at 'date', "Doesn't mean you can go and do whatever you want with her."
"Be quiet Emmett, Edward wouldn't do that." Bella snapped back.
Emmett gave me a look that I typically heard. He wouldn't dare, not if he still wants his head connected to his body.
Bella ripped my arms off her as I held back a whimper of protest to smack her brother in his curly locks. Emmett seemed appalled. "Sorry Rose," my angel apologized to her future sister-in-law. Rosalie waved her hand in a wafting motion, indicating it was fine with her.
"Rose, you're supposed to defend me!" Emmett whined like a child. Rosalie laughed quietly, and planted a kiss on Emmett's lips. "Much better." He squeezed her to a tight embrace. The way Emmett looked at Rosalie was like a man who had never sensed a single fragrance in his entire life; getting a whiff of the most elegant aroma for the first time. Like someone who had never touched anything in his days remotely supple, only to stroke the most delicate silk for the first time. Remarkable.
I rolled my eyes.
"And you tell me and Edward to get a room," Bella muttered. "Let's go. Edward." I eagerly took her hand, and lead her out of the room. "So where shall we dine?" She seemed to have calmed down once we were out of her brother's earshot and line of range.
"The restaurant farthest to the left," I said, "Il Lampadario Di Cristallo, The Crystal Chandelier." I saw it on the brochure and it seemed to be the perfect place for Bella. It was a petite restaurant with a magnificent chandelier that seemed to cast rainbows on every table. The velvet colored theme was very romantic, and it just screamed simple yet elegant, the very definition of Isabella Swan.
"Ooh, I like that one." She beamed up at me as we walked across the white walls and gold carpeting to the quiet little restaurant.
"Ah, Miss Swan." A server recognized her. You could tell it clear as day on her face what she was thinking: Ooh, and hot date. She winked at me. "Would you like a table for two?"
"I have reservations made under the name Cullen," I said. She nodded as she escorted us to a small line of booths. We were away from the other guests, and that was perfectly fine with me. "So Bella, tell me about yourself." I tucked my hands under my chin to admire her beauty evenly.
"Well, I'm studying to be a journalist at some other college. I love writing, but not to the point of publishing books. I was born in Forks, but lived in Phoenix until I was seventeen. My parents got a divorce and I exiled myself to Forks so that my mom could travel with her husband." She stopped as a girl came up to us in a silk shirt and skirt.
"Hi, my name is Amber, and I'll be your sever." She swished her hair as she looked at me intensely. "How may I help you?" I heard double meaning to her words.
"Red wine for me. Bella?" I gestured to the angel in front of me. Amber finally acknowledged Bella's existence.
"Wine is fine," She said quickly.
"Anything else?" Amber eagerly turned back to me.
I smiled at her, "Not yet, thanks." She walked off seeming dazed. Oh my gosh, he smiled at me, he must like me, I could almost hear her say. Oh boy, another misinterpretation.
"Continue," I pressed.
"My birthday is on September 13th. I love classics, especially Wuthering Heights." I made a face, "What?"
"That's such a horrible book." I stuck my tongue out, reminding myself of Alice, to my horror.
"It is not," She replied hotly. The waitress returned at that moment.
"Here you are." She set the wine bottle and glass to the side, pouring it in slowly. She quickly set up Bella's side and whipped her head to me as she set the breadbasket down. "Well, do you like what you see?" She "accidentally" dropped her pen, and stooped down in front of me seductively to pick it up. I kept my eyes on Bella.
"What do you recommend?" Bella was surprised as she quickly glanced at the menu.
"Mushroom ravioli," She said.
"Two Mushroom raviolis please." I ordered, staring at Bella's face the whole time, trying to act as if I was completely oblivious to her little act earlier. She huffed angrily, and stomped off. "So what's your favorite gemstone?" I said in a platonic tone.
"Emerald," She immediately answered, blushing the next second.
BPOV
I was such an idiot. My favorite gemstone had recently been topaz.
"Why?" he quickly inquired, curiosity burning in his velvet voice.
"Your eyes." Darn word vomit. I ducked my head, nibbling on the tip of bread.
"Interesting." I peeked at him to see that he was thinking of something. "Continue with your fascinating life." I stared at him for a few more seconds, trying to find sarcasm in his eyes, but found none at all. I blushed.
"Well, I have two left feet. I suck at sports. God high school was hell." He seemed amused, "No boyfriends, my dad started to design ships to avoid talking about m-o-m." I spelled it out for him. I took a sip of wine, "I don't drink alcohol excessively. I don't smoke, and I smell blood, and that makes me sick." I only meant to tell him about my two left feet, but I couldn't stop the words once they started. Ugh.
"You smell blood?"
"Yeah, I'm weird." I laughed lightly, "I like the sun, I don't like cold, or the wet. I used to hate green."
"Used?"
"Eyes again," I coughed on my wine a little when I said that, surprised with myself, "and also Forks was so depressing, I hated it. Too much green and not enough brown." I shuddered as he chuckled at my rant.
Amber set our meals down without a word this time. I speared a ravioli as I heard him speak. "You eat, I talk," He compromised, drinking his wine. I nodded encouragingly.
"I was born in Chicago, my birthday is in June 20th. I go to Dartmouth to be like my dad. He's a doctor. My mom is an interior decorator. Alice is in the fashion business, and used to dress me." It was his turn to shudder. I ate slowly, trying to remember his enduring voice.
"I play the piano and have composed a few songs for my own entertainent. I love reading, and also I like classical music such as Debussy, Mozart, and Beethoven. Currently, I admire the Korean pianist Yiruma. My childhood was fairly boring. I'm not an alcoholic, nor do I smoke." He chewed on a ravioli, politely dabbing his moth with a napkin. I tried to replay it in my head for future references. "Anything else you want to know?" he asked teasingly.
"Um…" I bit my lip, "What do you want to pursue in life?"
"Medical, such as my father. You want to be a journalist, so you won't get guilty if you intrude on someone's privacy to get the information you need?"
"I try not to. What's your favorite color?"
"Currently Blue." I instantly decoded what he meant. He munched on the rest of his raviolis, and I did the same.
"Bella?" Edward said after he paid for the bill and snaked an arm around my waist. "Will you go dancing with me?"
"Sure." My response was automatic and totally out of character. I wasn't lying about the two left feet business. Suddenly, I would follow Edward anywhere. Something told me that there was something wrong with that.
He led me to the dancing corner of the ship. It was similar to a mall of small dancing areas all laid together with soundproof walls. A soft song was playing in a quaint dance floor. He towed me to that one. I laid my back against his chest as our bodies swayed to the music in harmony. Edward placed his chin on my shoulder, our cheeks touching, arms locked, and glued together into one.
Suddenly, dancing wasn't so bad.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I've held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me.
All too soon, the song ended, and Edward retrieved his chin from my shoulder. I frowned as I yawned involuntarily. Edward escorted me back to the rooms. I mindlessly followed him and his arms. We stopped just outside my room.
"Good night, Edward," I whispered. His finger slipped under my chin, gently lifting it up. I stared into his forest green eyes. It seemed to be a shade darker than it was before. Before I registered what happened, his lips were on mine, moving gently. My body seemed to react swiftly as my hands twisted in his auburn hair. His arms constricted to crush me gently to his chest. I felt my back press against the wall as one of my legs wrapped around his waist.
We broke away, panting and gasping for breath. We both laughed weakly. "Good night Bella, my room is on the other side of the hallway if you ever need me. Knight's suite." He kissed my lips again, and then he was gone.
I opened the door and flopped onto my bed, feeling empty without Edward. I took a hot shower, trying to calm my nerves, but my lips never stopped tingling. I dressed into a white nightgown that went a little over the knees.
I glanced out the window, expecting the silver bath of the moon, only to see a blanket of glimmering stars, reflected on the endless sea of water. It was a New Moon, but I felt like nothing was missing in my life, even the moon. Edward was filling those places, and every other gap in my life.
All of a sudden, the peace was shattered by I heard a blood-curling scream, and the repulsive stench of blood filled my nostrils.
IMPORTANT!!
Writer: I know, I'm so horrible to hang such a big cliffhanger. Well, does Edward die? Does he? Was it his scream or a poor bystander's? Did Edward kill or get killed? Review people, please give me ten for this sole chapter, and I'll tell you. I'm not caving this time. D
Oh, and the song is called My Immortal by Evanescence. I like the band, and the song seemed to fit a little. Also no, I don't think that Wuthering Heights is a bad book, I love the book! But some people might not understand the concept of it.. Yiruma ROCKS! (he wrote River flows in me, which is Bella's Lullaby in the Movie) ANYWAY, I hope you like this chapter because it took me forever to write it. (Stupid Writers Block).
Beta: I know what you're thinking, but remember this, people: I have to see her on a DAILY BASIS! (Joking. She knows I love her... most of the time...) :D
P.S. We fooled ya with the whole IMPORTANT thing, didn't we? Muah ha ha ha ha ha.