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love, Winter
Your heart, I'll carry it with me …
Bella Swan moves to Forks where she meets Edward Cullen. But this is not your typical Bella and this is not the story you know.
Twilight fanfiction; I own nothing.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I don't know what Edward was feeling but I felt the storm in our relationship pass. A long, extremely hot and dry summer arrived, one of those I adore.
He started appearing in my dreams again. It felt so real; when I woke up, I had to blink twice to realize I was only dreaming. I find myself looking forward to school. In corridors I kept looking around, as if there was something wrong with my neck. At lunch I sat with renegades who hated Mike for being the king of social happenings, they were really cool dudes, but still my eyes were escaping to the Cullens. My internal organs made a flip backwards every time our looks met. And after every Geography lesson … well, my facial muscles were exhausted from hiding a smile.
At home Charlie was the victim of my bliss; I felt so invincible I started experimenting with my cooking. His stomach, perfectly satisfied with normal every day food didn't appreciate the sudden invasion of foreign recipes and I noticed his trousers were spending time with belt again.
That afternoon he went fishing with some of his friends from work. I had the house all for myself and there's no better way to spend time recuperating after a torturous week than bubble bath.
In the local (super) market I bought their yearly supply of nice smelling candles. I lit them and put my favourite record on. I let out a deep sigh as I got in the tub. I could feel the stress exiting my body. My muscles were relaxing and I could have easily fallen asleep if I wanted to – but it would be a shame, missing this pleasure.
As I closed my eyes, my mind began to wander. New Vogue, pretty bag I had seen while window shopping. Tomorrow's lunch and Maths homework. There were billions of things I should be thinking about but somehow Edward's face occupied me.
His magical eyes that appeared to be chancing its color – it was probably his refusal to wear contacts every day but it was still enchanting.
His tempting smell; I remembered going shopping with mom once to buy a present for Phil's birthday. We went to the largest perfumery and everything smelled marvellously for the whole week yet – nothing could compare to the way Edward smelled. I wondered if it was because of the climate but no one else supported the theory.
His perfectly shaped lips. I imagined them playing symphony on my neck, something greater than anything Debussy could ever produce. And his white, whiter than anything skin … yeah, he was perfect. He was Ken, he was Adonis. He was something that could never be depicted. My mind surely liked what it saw and my mind was beating like crazy when this sugary feeling spread in my veins.
I don't really know what triggered the free fall from Edward's peak to his ultimate lows. Remember Aristotle's Eureka? Well, looks like there's something about baths and bubbles since I had an epiphany of my own. I guess water just has some magic substance that makes us see another perspective of things. It is a matter of life so I don't think I should be that surprised. Maybe overhydrating just enlightens our minds?
Edward was weird. Not like funny clothes, awkward behaviour type of weird. He was … different.
Very different.
He never ate. He was an idiot when it came to food. Every school lunch went into the garbage. He did pretend to eat but pretending won't consume the whole slice of pizza. Did he just dislike the cooking or was so ignorant of children all over the world starving?
There was the thing with coca cola when he came over to our house. How he poured it over the last plant standing in the Swan residence. Well, my efforts to have at least one source of oxygen in the house failed – I had had to throw the pot plant into trash.
His paleness was something I could relate to since I was only a bit better. But I was better enough to still look human. He on the other hand looked like a dead man walking. You would think his veins, terrifying blue lines would scream out of his transparent skin. No; there were none. As if the guy has no blood in his body! He was so cold. Those few moments when our skins were getting to know each other intimately, I felt like there was ice all over my fingers. It was winter but his touch felt colder than that.
Speaking of blood; I looked down and the cut on my finger was almost gone already. I actually had trouble finding it; at first my eyes were examining the wrong finger. The memory though was still very much alive. How at first he turned away, like anyone who can't stand blood would; but then, only a fraction of second later, he was by me. And his face, his eyes … I didn't see it, feel it that time since the panic prevailed but now … now the horror crept into me. Those eyes, that face … he looked like a hungry animal. Like a lion before he runs after an antelope. There was desire, an uncontrolled desire written all over him and he looked like he was about to attack. Of course, he tamed his instincts but something, there was something that dreaded me. His wish for me to hate him got an entirely new meaning.
Was this his great secret? Did he know what he was – a monster? Ariel Castro, Bundy, Ridgeway – was this what he was? But … there were times when we stood closer, before and after but he never ever looked at me like that. What was that differed that moment? That I had cut myself, that I had been bleeding? Was freak's favourite dessert a bloody cocktail? People do all kind of crazy so I could just dismiss it. I guess you really can't judge a house by its curtains and door mat.
I tried to believe it was just my vivid imagination fooling around but there was just so much more! The test, he insisted he hadn't stolen it and … I believed him. It might have been a coincidence, but the picture was just odd and this piece had to be a part of it! I believed he wasn't lying when he assured me he hadn't stolen the test. So … without breaking the law, how did he know? Was he … psychic? He had warned me about Mike but I wasn't listening. But then again, everyone but me could have seen Mike's intentions.
Psychics do exist. I watched numerous documentaries where they predicted the future and helped solve murders. Surely, many are in only for money but some … some are for real.
Yet somehow, I didn't believe Edward was just that no, it was just too many other things …
Something was off. With my luck it would come crashing directly into my head, whatever it was. Fear crept into me and it was swallowing me. I wish I had gone running instead but the damage was done.
So I did the only thing I could of. No, I didn't phone 911 since it would most likely take me to psycho ward with schizophrenia written on my chart. I do know that NSA tracks our internet activity but I wrapped a towel around my body and ran to get my laptop. Internet connection was being a pain again although it started working surprisingly well after I threatened it to bath it in bubbles. Who said threats are bad? I got what I wanted!
Well … wanting something is relative.
I stopped believing in vampires when I was about 6 and saw my favourite actor, a perfectly normal human being, playing a vampire. Around the same time I also realized that you can buy fangs in any given shop if you only choose the right time of year.
Yet … Google, the good uncle I always use for homework, now wanted me to believe that Edward was just that – a vampire!
Was I wrong all these years?! Were Google's search mechanisms actually useless? I mean, that is like way more believable that having a vampire sitting next to you in school!
Or was it just a coincidence? Was there some other, perfectly logical explanation behind this all? Was it some disease or something that made Edward different?
I remembered hearing that Mr and Mrs Cullen adopted their children. Had they adopted kid that had this weird disease that made them look like vampires? Dr Cullen too was remarkably pale – maybe he had it too.
I am as good with browsing Internet as I am with shopping but I could not find a disease that would fit.
The theory was insane. I was insane; I definitely knew enough about Edward, his skin tone and his eye color changes that I could easily be considered a stalker. Of course he wasn't a vampire; they didn't exist, just like Santa and fairies and dwarfs! Those were legends! Should I expect to be attacked by werewolf any day now?
Too much television can seriously mess up one's mind. I should totally stop watching OUAT on regular basis; I was obviously losing contact with reality! Tomorrow morning I would be Snow White since I am pale enough already! And Edward, he would be Prince Charming, tanned Prince Charming!
Since I was clearly getting crazy and it was only a matter of time before I would be forced to take anti-psychotic pills, I had a rehearsal later that evening. I took some medication that battles away the cold and went to bed. Since there were no evil invaders in my body I hoped the chemicals would find and kill the insanity in me.
To Be Continued.
Broughttoyouby:::winter.